The last kun position. The black-robed young man was tall and mighty, and his appearance was the kind that was easy to ignore when he stood in the crowd. The road he experienced was also ordinary, the kind that was blind and easy to get lost. The road is straight and lined with willows. Behind the willow trees, the courtyards of the townspeople are next to each other.

The road is straight and not curved, and the width and narrowness of the left and right sides are the same. Only the distant end is getting sharper. The weeping willows are lush upside down, carefully pruned since childhood, and each willow tree looks exactly the same when it grows up. The distance between the trees is exactly the same.

It is as if the houses were built by the same person, not to mention the same appearance, and the number of bricks and tiles used is the same. One piece is no more, one piece is not less. The color combination is generally the same. It can be said that it is ingenious.

The black bubble boy followed the resonance of the blood and the Dao heart, and came to the town with hope. Walk on a clean and straight road.

kept thinking in his mouth: "Find the opportunity first, catch a follower, this trip is worth it." Men's followers can be the little brothers, fight as a pioneer to test the strength of the other party, and when they are not fighting, they can also be their own sparring partners. The female attendant can take care of the daily life and clean up the mountain gate. The girl is careful, thoughtful in all aspects, what kind of herbal refining and weapon maintenance, it will definitely not be messy. “

After the black-robed man finished muttering to himself, he fantasized about a better life in the future, and pursed his lips and smiled to himself. Then he nodded and muttered: "It's best to accept two followers, one man and one woman are better, the female protagonist is inside and the male is outside." I'm happy to be young, I'm idle. ”

The man was dreaming while walking, one moment standing up to the sky and the other party, and the other time participating in the talent event, surrounded by a lot of beauties.

All the good life I could think of was experienced in my mind, and after making sure that nothing was missing, I remembered that I was on my way. There is still a long straight and long road ahead, and there are still one layer of unchanged trees on both sides.

The leisurely man closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes and exclaimed, "No, the divine mind can't detect the end of the road ahead, and it can't detect the end of the back road. The power of the divine soul cannot distinguish the difference between trees and trees. I couldn't find a house and I was surprised by the house. It can't be so accurate when carved out of molds, right? Could it be that the legendary ghost hits the wall? ”

Thinking of this, the man's leisurely state disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by cloudy and uncertain. After looking around, I couldn't see the reason, put my hands together, raised my head and thought: "There is a god three feet above my head, the gods protect me from invading ghosts, and when I go home safely, I will send you high-quality wine and cherished food." ”

I looked back and thought again: "How can I still talk like a mortal as a mortal as a great cultivator of the Sky Realm. Aren't you a god who can fly to the sky in the eyes of the world? This will be spread out and known, and it will be shameful to throw it to grandma's house. ”

In the blink of an eye, the young man shivered again, and the fine beads of sweat instantly covered his body, and his legs kept trembling. With a sad face, Nuo Nuo pleaded to Siye: "I don't know which senior is joking with the junior, the junior is timid and can't stand the scare, and I ask the senior to raise your noble hand." ”

At this time, an old echo floated out of nowhere: "It's no problem to raise your noble hand, smash your eight heads and cut off your eight lives, and the remaining one will stay by my side as a follower." “

Hearing this, the black-robed man trembled even more, he really wanted to cry without tears, what he had thought and dreamed just now had come back to fulfill himself.

At this time, the black-robed man hated the injustice of Heaven: "I think that I am born with the intention of following the class in a group, and I will not be at the top if I don't seek immortality." It's just that I just want to be majestic and majestic, how unfair the way of heaven is, every time I let my dreams be shattered, not to mention, I have to be a follower for others in turn, and charge forward for others. It's sad to think about. ”

Thinking about Jiutong, I can't help but think of the most shameful tragic history in my life. Just entered the secret spirit realm and became someone else's follower, not to mention, he forced people to tear off a wing and a thigh, and what is even more odious is that the young man is just to satisfy his hunger.

Jiutong's originally cold body, suddenly the muscles in his thighs and back tense and trembled. The black-robed man looked at the empty sky and asked timidly, "Senior, don't you also have a taste for food?" ”

The old voice just responded indifferently: "There is no right to question the follower." ”

Jiutong sat on the ground with a gloomy expression, staring blankly at his front with his eyes blank. looks like resigned to fate and slaughtered by others.

The old voice in the sky sounded again, this time not indifferent but cold: "I have never been in battle, and such courage is not qualified to be a follower." Don't say anything about fighting the vanguard and taking the lead, I'm afraid that when I go to the battlefield and face the vast killing intent, I am not as good as a woman who is powerless. The woman can at least scold. But what about you?

After hearing the battlefield, Jiutong raised his head suddenly, his eyes regained a little brilliance, and he said righteously: "What is terrible about the battlefield, it's not that I haven't experienced it, hum, you don't understand it." ”

Yes, that person really doesn't understand, he was infected by his companions in the secret spirit realm, and he was influenced by the old man's solitary watch. In the face of the merciless slaughter of monochromatic creatures, the always timid Nine is abnormal. fought bravely without fear of life and death, and created a man with iron bones.

The more I thought about the battlefield of the Secret Spirit Realm, the more I missed my past partners. I don't know if I miss the old man Baisheng, or I am not willing to lag behind a group of hot-blooded teenagers. Jiutong, who was still resigned to fate just now, became bold in an instant.

Facing the nine black flying swords that clung to his skin. Jiu Tongmian slowly got up without changing his color, looked at the sky with resolute eyes, and said in a deep voice: "I don't have the tenacity of the old man Baisheng, I don't have the bravery of the young Muzi, and I don't have the strength of the monkey." I was timid and didn't dare to think about lofty ambitions, nor did I want to do anything earth-shattering to benefit the common people. ”

Jiutong swallowed his saliva, and his voice rose three points again and said resolutely: "I, Jiutong, am sometimes not afraid of death, I am really not afraid of death." ”

"I know it's not your opponent, if you want to kill or chop, come on, the current Jiutong is not afraid of death, you start cleanly, don't wait for me to become timid again and dirty your eyes." ”

The sky was silent and there was no response, and the nine pitch-black flying swords disappeared silently. The town is still the same as it was, with jagged trees and winding roads.

When the black flying sword retreated and dissipated, at the gate of the town, the white-haired old man with the temperament of a scholar sat alone under the archway with only two big characters of Xuan and Xu. With a wry smile, he shook his head and sighed: "After a long time, the world has changed its oath to break. ”

There are only eight main roads hidden in the gossip of the town. There are also many winding paths that lead into the town from different directions.

These roads are no longer solitary individuals, and those who go the farthest are some powerful existences. This is the case on the path of cultivation, there is no shackles of secular legislation, and some only rely on their own hearts and fists.

A handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes, followed by a burly and stout man. and an old woman with gray hair.

The young man wiped the blood stains on the heavy sword, and said absentmindedly: "The monks of the Qingfeng Empire are just like this, they are weak and vulnerable, and I don't know if they are tired at night and have no physical strength, or they are malnourished and unhealthy since childhood. ”

The burly man frowned and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, you must be cautious in your words and deeds, this is not our Arthurian Empire after all." It is not easy to reveal identity. “

The heavy sword boy sneered disappreciatively: "If it weren't for the Yin family's reluctance to do it, how could there be any Qingfeng Empire now." At best, it's a vassal state of my House of Arthur. ”

The burly man shook his head and was silent, he was a bodyguard of Arthur's empire and was not qualified to participate in politics. You can't refute the arrogant teenager in front of you, otherwise you will incur a disaster.

The heavy sword boy was arrogant and not stupid, and when he saw the burly man's worries, he sneered and said: "The Arthur Empire is because of you cowardly and fearful people that our Arthur family will take advantage of it. The situation is clear. It is believed that it will not be long before the name Arthur Empire will be changed. You, the former head of the Imperial City Guard of the Arthurian Empire, have to endure even if you have an opinion. Otherwise, if you wrap your sister, she will end up like King Arthur, and there will be no bones left!"

After speaking, the heavy sword boy reminded in an accentuated tone: "Including your sister."

The burly man's face turned slightly pale, and he tightly covered the hilt of the knife on his waist with one hand, and the green tendons on his arm erupted with excessive force.

The old woman on the side glanced at the burly man and said contemptuously: "Ouchi guard." In the eyes of ordinary people, flying away is omnipotent, but in the eyes of our monks, it is really nothing, and this time I brought you out just to use your relationship with the city lord of Yucheng to communicate. The mission has failed, and you have little value left. Follow His Highness Terry with all his heart, and maybe he can live a little longer."

The burly man bowed his head and said nothing, silently loosened his clenched palm, and said in a deep voice, "Okay"

In another place, an old man dressed as a Taoist priest with crane hair and a childish face, leading a little girl about six or seven years old, looked around while walking, and the old man who seemed to be a fairy wind and bones had a pair of eyes that had been rolling around and had not stopped, contrary to the temperament of the fairy wind and bones.

The little girl's face was red and chubby, like a big red apple, as if she had long been accustomed to the style of the old man. Shaking the palm of the old man's hand, he said crisply: "Grandpa is so boring here, let's go, take me to the town to buy pastries." ”

The old man rubbed the girl's head and smiled: "There are really a lot of good things here, there are no less than a hundred kinds of delicious pastries, if you are well-behaved, the ruler of this world may share some." ”

The little girl nodded as if she didn't understand whether she understood or not, and then suddenly looked up at the sky and shouted: "Hitomi is very well-behaved, remember to share more pastries with me." “

The old man smiled but said nothing.

Not far from the archway of the town, the elegant old man slapped his stomach with one hand behind his back and the other hand, and said expressionlessly to the middle-aged man with a negative sword on the opposite side: "Rules are rules." “

The man with the long sword on his back said calmly: "You are the master of this heaven and earth, I can't do anything to you, but you are not afraid that after I go out, I will split the artifact and kill your little instrument spirit?"

The elegant old man played with the taste: "That's the truth, for the sake of my safety in the future, it's also a good choice to keep you here." ”

After that, nine small black flying swords suddenly appeared in the void, bursting towards the sword-bearer man from eight directions.

The man didn't dare to be careless, and suddenly burst out with a rich blood qi, thick as a blood cloud, and the rich blood qi did not spread, tightly surrounding his body to block the flying sword that attacked and killed.

After successfully resisting, the man with the sword did not fight, and walked away in the direction of the town with a long sword, leaving a threat full of killing intent in the distance: "If I get the opportunity to become an emperor, the first person I want to kill is your little instrument spirit." ”

The elegant old man didn't pay any attention to such a threat, sighed to himself, and said to himself: "Master, why do you want me to let all the creatures of all realms enter this world?

Then the old man suddenly knelt on the ground, and the old man muttered in tears: "Master, please forgive Lao Pu's self-determination, the young lady is too bitter, and she has suffered enough." Lao Pu does not allow too many powerful monks to enter this world to threaten Miss. ”