A thick gray fog that kept rolling.

When Bai Phantom Ye looked up, he saw that in the thick fog, the stars suddenly lit up with red rays like stars.

If you look closely, those red rays are all a pair of eyes mixed with hideous, greedy, lustful, and bloodthirsty.

"Dire beasts?"

All around, there was silence, and great fear enveloped the white phantom night.

With an exclamation, he sat up from the bed, only to realize that it was just a dream.

But in the dream, everything was so real, and when I touched my forehead, it was all cold sweat.

"I'm dreaming of that scene again!"

Turning his head, Bai Huanye looked at the corner of the wall with complicated eyes, where there was a simple big bed, and a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard and a smell of alcohol was lying on the side of the bed at this time.

A slight snoring sound, coming from the tip of his nose, seemed to be asleep.

"Father's ......"

Twelve years ago, Bai Pojun, the father of Bai Phantom Night, took him through the thick gray fog, and under the prying eyes of countless dinosaur beasts, he came to Xiyu City from the distant Confucian Emperor Capital, and stayed for twelve years.

In the past twelve years, Bai Phantom Night has grown up and understood what kind of world it is.

The True Spirit Continent, the Great Confucian Dynasty, and countless cities are scattered all over the world, surrounded by a gray fog.

In the gray mist, demons haunt, devour people's hearts, and bring fear.

So the mortals were ignorant, and they named them 'Dire Beasts'.

Only martial artists and Daomen immortal masters who have achieved cultivation can freely travel in the gray mist.

It's just that the martial arts are difficult to achieve, and the immortal path is even more difficult to find, and the world can only retreat in the towns, relying on the city protection weapon to resist the invasion of the gray fog, until the sun rises and the fog dissipates, and ordinary people dare to go out of the city to work.

Once it rains or hazes in the weather, no one dares to go out, not to mention the night, that is when the demons are most active, ordinary people who have no Taoism, once they meet the demons, what awaits them is a dead word.

Even after death, not even a whole corpse can be seen.

Xiyu is the northwest border of the Great Confucian Dynasty, a ninth-level small city, a city protection weapon, just a low-grade magic weapon, named 'Bright Light Mirror'. The range illuminated by the light is only twenty miles around the city, so the population of Xiyu is not large, no more than 600,000.

However, because it is located on the western border, there is a academy, a Taoist temple, and a Buddhist temple.

Even outside the city, there is an immortal sect, Xiaoyuxiao Mountain.

As the sun rises, the fog outside the city slowly dissipates, and the city finally begins to liven up.

Hearing the movement outside the door, Bai Phantom Night came back from his thoughts and couldn't help but glance at the sky outside the window.

"It's time to get out and work. ”

Instead of waking his father up, he got up carefully, opened the door, and walked out, toward the east of the city, a four-way building with a Dewaju wall.

This building, located in the Xisong City, is the most prosperous Shuixiu Street, covering an area of several acres, and the building is antique and full of antiquity.

Under the glazed roof, there is also a cypress plaque, and on the plaque, there are four dark green characters engraved with 'Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall'.

This is the largest and only martial arts hall in the West Song City, the owner of the hall is surnamed Qiu, the name is Dazhong, is a famous martial arts master nearby, it is said that the cultivation is in the early stage of the Gundam Yuan Li Realm, and it is a lay disciple of the Xianjia sect 'Xiaoyuxiao Mountain'.

Xiaoyuxiao Mountain is outside the West Song City, the only known sect of cultivating immortals, the Tao is mysterious, so there are many disciples, but the requirements for accepting disciples are extremely demanding, and there is no one in ten thousand who can really worship its disciples.

Although Qiu Dazhong is only a lay disciple of Xiaoyuxiao Mountain and has not practiced immortal law, this identity alone has doubled his worth.

Therefore, he set up a museum to accept apprentices in this Western Song City, and just because of his identity, he attracted many rich disciples to vote, and they all wanted to have something to do with Xiaoyu Xiaoshan.

Bai Phantom Night opened the corner door of the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall, and slowly walked in the direction of the martial arts training ground along a slender corridor.

The autumn wind picks up the fallen leaves.

On the martial arts training ground, the disciples who practiced in the morning had not yet gotten up, and Bai Huanye found dustpans and brooms from the corner to clean up the martial arts training ground.

After he cleaned up the entire martial arts training ground and wiped all the weapons on the weapon rack next to him with an oilcloth, he came to the middle of the martial arts training ground, under a huge locust tree, reached out and pulled the red rope that tied the bell, and beat it hard.

"Boring, boring, boring......"

Gu Yue's reckless bell suddenly woke up the disciples of the martial arts hall who were still asleep, opened their sleepy eyes one by one, scolded and began to get dressed and get up, wash and prepare for the daily routine morning exercises.

After a while, there were martial arts hall disciples wearing blue martial arts robes, led by a golden-clothed young man, who stood on the martial arts training ground one after another, and began to practice in the morning.

They looked at each other, and they played a set of Xiaoben Thunder Boxing Techniques, and when the fists opened and closed, they faintly saw light blue lightning flames burst out from their fists, and then dissipated.

During the rotation, you can even faintly hear a faint sound of thunder.

Xiaoben Thunder Boxing is one of the three basic boxing techniques taught by the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall, although the grade is not high, but when cultivated to a high and profound realm, there will also be extraordinary power, and it is not a problem to defeat seven or eight strong men in leisure.

At the pinnacle of practice, even every punch can be accompanied by a rumbling thunder sound, which is shocking and terrifying, sometimes accompanied by purple and blue thunder and lightning, and the power is amazing.

When ordinary people see it, they are afraid that before the fight starts, they will be scared and pee, which is their opponent.

It is a low-level demon, and when they see Xiaoben Thunder Fist, they will also be frightened and retreat.

That's why martial arts are so popular, not only because martial arts can protect themselves, but also because strong people with martial arts can take on some important positions in the city, such as city guards, trappers, dart heads, and even demon hunters......

However, Lei Yin is easy to practice, and if you want to practice to the realm of Dacheng, it is not so simple.

It is said that the Xiaoben Thunder Fist in the Dacheng realm needs to be able to instantaneously emit twelve thunder sounds, which can be connected into a sound, the fist power can open the mountain and crack the stone, and the true yuan airflow can evolve purple thunder and lightning, and the power is not at all something that can be achieved quickly in one or two years.

Without four or five years of hard training, don't think about success.

After those martial arts hall disciples appeared, Bai Huanye retreated to the side of the martial arts training ground, looking at these disciples who had started their morning training in the daylight with envy.

However, he didn't dare to stay long, and after only quietly looking at it twice, he immediately retreated.

He is not an apprentice in this martial arts hall, but a small worker who is hired by the hall to clean every day, and he can get thirty bronze knives in a month.

It is taboo to learn martial arts secretly, and once discovered, they will be expelled from the martial arts hall and never hired.

If the punishment is heavier, the stick will be used together, and it is not surprising to be killed.

On top of that, he has more important work to do.

In the early morning of every day, before the martial arts disciples get up, they regularly clean the martial arts training ground, and then ring the bronze bell to call those martial arts hall disciples to get up for morning exercises, and finally be responsible for tidying up the martial arts houses where those martial arts hall disciples live.

Sweeping the floor, wiping down tables and chairs, tidying up bedding, and so on are all his jobs.

Anyone who has the slightest slackness and confusion will be beaten and scolded at every turn.

However, this is his daily work, and he has long been used to it, so he doesn't feel anything, but is grateful to the martial arts hall for giving him the opportunity to work.

Starting from the easternmost part of the wing, he was very fast, and basically, he could clean a room in a matter of moments.

But even so, there are a total of one hundred and forty-three martial arts houses in this martial arts hall that need to be sorted out, which is still not an easy job.

After working for nearly an hour, with a sore back and hungry white fantasy night, he finally finished sorting out the one hundred and forty-two of them, leaving only the last room, that is, the room of the martial arts hall master, Xin Wenxuan.

At this time, those martial arts disciples who had been practicing in the morning had already finished their daily routine morning exercises, and were ready to go to the dining hall and start eating.

However, several of the young men were gathered around the golden-clothed young man Xin Wenxuan, and when they saw the white phantom night that was about to enter the Xin Wenxuan martial arts house to clean, they glanced at each other, and suddenly sneered a few times, with a strange look on their faces, and quietly touched the wing room under the leadership of the golden-clothed young man.

White Illusory Night didn't notice anything strange about them.

After he pushed open Xin Wenxuan's door, he still followed the usual procedure, first wiping the tables and chairs, then cleaning the floor, and finally preparing to pack up the bedding.

Xin Wenxuan, a young man in gold, is the darling of the entire Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall, and it is said that Qiu Dazhong cultivated him as a disciple of the mantle.

In the entire Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall, no disciple has been taught the second-grade martial arts for the time being, and he is the only one who has learned a set of second-grade 'Thunder Sword Technique'.

In the future, there is even hope that he will learn the famous skills of Qiu Dazhong, the owner of the Phantom Sword Martial Arts Pavilion, the only three-grade martial arts, 'Cloud and Mist Hundred Illusion Sword'.

Moreover, his family background is extraordinary, it is said that his father Xin Baiwen is also one of the three deputy city lords of this Xiyu City, and he is in charge of the economic and political power of a place, which is naturally extraordinary.

Although he sent his only son to this Phantom Sword Martial Arts Hall for cultivation, he would never be allowed to suffer the slightest grievance.

Therefore, although his martial arts house is the same as all his disciples, the furnishings inside are much more gorgeous and precious, and the bedding used is not an ordinary coarse cotton quilt, but a snow silk quilt.

In the house, there are even elegant ornaments such as pianos, chess, books, paintings, etc., each of which is worth more than 100 gold.

And these are things that other martial arts disciples can never afford.

Even, not to mention these daily things, just say that on his bed, even a pillow is made of jasper, the blue light is faint, and there are many tadpole characters carved on it, which looks ancient.

It is rumored that this is a treasure inherited from his family, which was brought from his hometown by his father before he became an official.

In order for his son to better practice martial arts, he actually sent this jasper pillow to the martial arts hall.

After Bai Huanye wiped the desktop clean and cleaned the ground, he came to Xin Wenxuan's bed, looking at the snow silk quilt that seemed to be filled with a layer of jade light, and his eyes couldn't help but show a trace of envy.

However, he also knew that he could not afford such a precious thing, so he quickly settled down and began to fold the bedding.

The snow silk quilt is silky, warm in winter and cool in summer, and most importantly, light as nothing, sleeping under it will not feel any oppression.

After Bai Phantom Ye folded it, he pulled the sheet under the bottom again, and was about to put the folded futon on the head of the bed, but he saw that the jasper pillow was crooked to the side, and there were a few dirty spots on it.

After Bai Huanye was slightly stunned, he was ready to pick it up, take out a towel and wipe it clean before straightening it again.

However, at this moment, a figure suddenly flashed at the door of the house, and then a blue figure flashed in, and slapped Bai Phantom Night on the shoulder: "Hey, Brother Xiaobai, is the thing done......?"

That person's hand is extremely strong, and the force is too strong, how can an ordinary person walk in the white night withstand it?

His shoulders fell, his whole body suddenly stood unsteadily, and the jade pillow in his hand slipped from Bai Phantom Ye's arm in an instant before he could hold it steadily, and then slammed on the edge of the bed with a "bang", and then continued to roll and smash towards the bluestone brick-paved ground.

"Click!"

A crisp cracking sound came, and the corner of the jade pillow suddenly cracked, and a blue light rushed into the sky, dozens of feet high.