When I first met him.

He's a gust of wind.

The wind that drove her to the brink of death.

Behind the wind is his power, a great power.

This is Song Huaizhu.

From the beginning of their acquaintance, such a powerful impression has always been with Song Huaizhu.

He is the first grandmaster Zhu Luan has seen in this life, and he is also a new grandmaster who has never remembered.

But he did not disgrace the name of the grandmaster at all, and his new body was enough to set off a storm, and he solved countless dilemmas with just one raise of his hand and one move.

Of course, he also had moments of anger, such as under the black sword light during the Huizhou Township Test, in the crescent moon night in Gusu City.

But to this day, Zhu Luan has never seen this man fight completely.

She knew he was powerful.

But I don't know how strong he really is.

He is perhaps the most low-key grandmaster in history, and the most mysterious grandmaster.

Looking at the man wearing a white jade mask who quietly walked out of the team, whispers rose in the crowd, the disciples of Xiliang Sword Pavilion had complicated expressions, and Da Zhou Juzi looked confused.

In this year's Great Weekly Examination, there are two people whose identities are mysterious.

One is Huizhou Xie Yuan, who inexplicably broke out of the encirclement, and the other is this Lanzhou Xie Yuan, who never shows his true face.

Although Huizhou Xie Yuan is a woman, she has a name, a surname, and a academy, and there are traces of genealogy.

But what is the origin of the solution of the yuan?

He said that he was Song Huaizhu of Tianliang Academy, but even the people of Shanzhou had never heard of this academy.

What family does he come from? Where did he learn? Where is his hometown?

Nothing.

Zhu Luan quietly stared at the back of the man who climbed the steps, he was wearing a washed white plain shirt, and he stood with the monk Xuezhai in a robe.

Except for the long knife at his waist, there was nothing on his back.

This knife is black.

Cui Yan came to the stage from the other side and was already standing on the stage. He was much more lively than Song Huaizhu when he came to power.

Cui Yan has been famous for a long time, and even Zhu Luan remembers him, although he was only twelve years old in his previous life, he was already famous in the gods, and he once came to visit her when he entered the palace with the Cui clan.

With the shouts of the Great Zhou Juzi and the solidarity of the people, the leading figure of the younger generation of the family stepped onto the high platform.

Cui Yan raised his hand very gracefully and pressed it down, so that his junior disciples and the people quieted down.

He was an elegant young man back then, but now he is a young man with beautiful eyebrows, and he looks like a standard family.

It's just good-looking.

The family has multiplied for many generations, and it is naturally impossible to choose a wife who is not very good-looking, and the generation after generation, the longer the family, the more handsome the lineage will become.

"It's only a little bit more true than Duan Erlang is not handsome." Hong Shan's eyes widened on the side.

Zhu Luan smiled bitterly, what is this saying.

But the next moment, she felt that the temperature around her had risen, and she looked sideways, Duan Lizheng was staring at her side face intently.

Zhu Luan retracted his gaze at Cui Yan, looked straight ahead, and nodded.

After all, this is also true, and she nodded without regret.

"Sure enough, it's still with a sword." The only one who didn't feel the turbulent dark tide around him was Nian Huazang, staring at the stage with a serious face and slowly exhaling.

In the daylight, with a click, Cui Yan pulled out the long sword at his waist and made a standard starting pose.

The magnificent sword scorched in the scorching sun.

Even if you don't know the name, you can see that it is a peerless sword, Qinghe Cui's family, which is indeed profound.

And under this brilliant sword light, the color of the man in cloth clothes opposite him was very pale, and people frowned and looked at the long knife on Song Huaizhu's waist.

"Horizontal knife?"

"No decoration at all......"

"Are you from a Xiliang military household?"

The horizontal knife is also known as the straight knife, in fact, compared with the sword, the horizontal knife is more popular in places such as Dazhou and Xiliang, but the reason why it is not common to see it in these places is that it is not common to try to fight in the township......

It's because it's so ordinary.

The horizontal knife is a common soldier with a knife, for example, the forbidden army and the black armor guard are often equipped with a horizontal knife, in the unification war of Emperor Taizu, the horizontal knife played a huge role.

To put it bluntly, the horizontal knife is a standard sword installed in the army, although the appearance of the straight length is not much different from the sword...... But in the eyes of the children of the family and high-level cultivators, the sword is still more noble.

"It looks really ordinary......"

People were talking and making a noise.

It was at this time.

Song Huaizhu held the handle of the knife and pulled it out of its sheath.

The wind is blowing.

No one knew what was going on, it was all a delusion.

A gust of wind passed through Zhu Luan's cheeks, lifting the long hair on her sideburns.

Zhu Luan's eyes widened.

"It's ......"

"Delusion?"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and then stared at the man on the high platform who was just unsheathed.

"The one just now is ......," Hong Shan said stunned.

Cui Yan, who was standing opposite Song Huaizhu, was also a little distracted holding the sword, and he felt a gust of wind coming from the scabbard in an instant.

This is the first time that Song Huaizhu has drawn his sword in broad daylight in the divine capital.

It turned out that this was what he looked like when he drew his sword on the high platform.

Zhu Luan's gaze fell on the pure black night-like scabbard on Song Huaizhu's waist, and his gaze was slightly downcast.

She is no stranger to this knife, she has held it before, pulled it out, and heard Su Qing's questioning.

Why were you able to pull out this knife?

What exactly is this knife?

Monk Xuezhai looked deep in the audience, staring at the back of the senior brother who finally drew his sword.

He looked at the girl in the crowd not far away, if it weren't for her stopping, maybe at the Heavenly Policy Meeting, this knife would have appeared.

Looking at the stunned crowd, the young monk closed his eyes and folded his hands.

Senior brother's knife, this is very hard to see.

I hope these Da Zhou people don't be too surprised.

"The first game of the second round of the ninth year of the Great Zhou Dynasty will begin!"

Looking at the postures of both sides, the examiner, who had been stunned for a moment, finally came back to his senses and shouted loudly.

"Then, Brother Song, please give me advice." Cui Yan looked at the man who was holding a knife motionless like a statue, and took a deep breath.

Very elegant opening......

Just when everyone was adjusting their mood, the huge pressure tore through the air and broke out with an earth-shattering sound, and when everyone didn't react, Cui Yan's sword suddenly shone brightly!

"Thirteen Swords of Heavenly Strategy!"

"True Yuan Explosion!"

The crowd of onlookers screamed and screamed, everyone lost the ability to react, no one expected that this elegant son would directly come up with the strongest means in the face of an opponent who couldn't figure out his confidence!

Zhu Luan and Duan Lizheng looked at each other with deep eyes.

Qinghe Cui's family is indeed profound.

That's right.

Cui Yan must have sensed something.

Unlike those of them who had gotten along with Song Huaizhu, this man was keenly aware of something as soon as he saw it.

This ability to make decisions on the spot is indeed the descendant of the head of the northern wealthy clan!

And the man......

How will it respond?

The high-level cultivator who could see the way suddenly looked at the man Cui Yan was pointing at!

He would......

Zhu Luan looked at the plain white figure on the high platform.

Song Huaizhu raised his knife and swung it forward.

Huge insect chirps into the sky.

But Zhu Luan couldn't hear anything.

The voices of the world are gone.

Puff.

A deep sea-like feeling of suffocation enveloped her.

The sun fell, but the world in front of Zhu Luan lost its original appearance.

The entire high platform was flooded.

He fights, without sound.