"This is the information you requested for the 'Killing Church' stronghold, and the President has given it to you."

An old man with a somewhat thin figure sat beside Chu Lie, his white hair was meticulously combed, although his face was already full of wrinkles, his eyes were as clear as a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, he looked at Chu Lie with curiosity in his eyes, and added with a gentle smile: "In addition, the elder heard that the sword light that night illuminated the entire night sky, and his heart was itching, and he said that he would like to ask you to evaluate his swordsmanship." ”

"Huh?" Pallas, who was sitting on the side of him who was bored, was slightly shocked, and subconsciously asked, "Evaluating swordsmanship, have you come to Dawning City?" ”

"There are some swords that don't need people to come."

Chu Lie spoke in a deep voice, put his hands flat on his knees, straightened his back and said solemnly, "Please." ”

"Please."

The old man also restrained the smile on his face, took out a roll of paper, held both sides with both hands, opened the scroll of drawings with a solemn and careful expression, and a sharp and sharp air was discharged, and the long table was instantly covered with fine cracks, and the picture quality was flattened, drawing the snowfield under the moon in a very old-fashioned way, the new snow was at the beginning of the day, the full moon was in the sky, and there was a bright shadow below, and bright silver was circulating above, and among the moonlight and snow, there was a third stunning color slowly blooming in the reflection of Chu Lie's eyes.

Pallas's pupils shrank, and in an instant, there was a sense of panic like falling into a cold hell, but at this moment, a straight back blocked her in front of her, firmly blocking the dead snowfield, the cold moonlight, and the unhurried, slowly blooming sword light, which was inexplicably reassuring, and then a sword roar rose leisurely.

With the explosion of pure sword light, it is not snow, not moonlight, not cold, not dead silence.

A sword is a sword, just a sword.

Zheng!

The sword light burst out, facing the cold moonlight of the boundless snowfield.

So the snowfields collapsed and the moonlight shattered.

All illusions returned to silence and ordinary, a slender finger lightly clicked on the scroll, breaking the artistic conception of the sword of the scroll, the old man stared at the indifferent Chu Lie in front of him with wide eyes, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and he came back to his senses after half a sound, smiled bitterly a few times, his face was still calm, and his voice was a little dry: "Okay, good swordsmanship......"

"Good cultivation."

The cold voice sounded, and a touch of red oozed from Chu Lie's fingertips, even if it was just a clash of artistic conceptions, but the artistic conception of this painting was enough to cut Chu Lie's skin.

It's a pity that it's not a sword.

The finger tapped on the snow field in the painting, and then pulled suddenly, in Pallas's low exclamation, a red line cut straight across the snow field under the moon that was so wonderful that people unconsciously held their breath, destroying the artistic conception in this painting cleanly, a trace of regret and regret flashed in the girl's eyes, but Chu Lie seemed to be unaware, directly holding the information of the 'Killing Church' stronghold and got up, looked at the old man with a stunned expression, and said quietly: "This is the sword." ”

Squeak –

The door of this private room was pushed open by Chu Lie, and then strode away, Pallas looked at the clean picture scroll that was destroyed with some regret, turned around and chased out, leaving the old man to lean over in a daze, only to see the cold moonlight, the quiet snowfield was all cut by the blood line, and the overall artistic conception was crushed cleanly, but it converged into one.

Sharp and sharp, but only sharp and sharp, and this sharp edge has also reached a certain extreme level, making the old man's face stiffen instantly, his eyes staring straight at this blood line, after a long time, a bitter laugh sounded faintly in this room.

"Good swordsmanship......"

And three days later, Chu Lie, who had packed up some bags, walked out of Dawn City, looked up and discerned the direction, and then a touch of green fire shot out from the jade plate on his waist, rolled on the ground, and turned into a divine horse, flowing with green fire like a substance, as soon as he appeared, he rubbed Chu Lie's body very affectionately, and a subtle gentle smile also appeared at the corner of the latter's mouth, and his palm gently patted the green horse, and directly turned over and jumped on the horse's back.

"Old man, we're going to fight again~"

"Herod!"

A long and high-pitched neighing sound rose into the sky, and the green ghost horse carried Chu Lie, turning into a cyan streamer and galloping towards the distance.

At the same time, in the middle of an extremely large house in Dawning Town.

"Well, that guy Chu Lie has already set off......"

Pallas carefully looked at the alchemy equipment dragged on his palm, and after confirming that the originally bright blue-gold glow on it was fading at an alarming speed, he looked at the people around him and nodded solemnly: "So no matter how powerful his cultivation is, he will definitely not be able to hear what you say next." ”

"Hey, hey, good!"

'Tiger''s eyes widened, almost with a strange brilliance, he waved his fist lightly excitedly, and then pushed the door and strode into the training ground next door, where there was already a row full of thirteen young people, all of whom were only eighteen or nineteen years old, with a not weak aura fluctuation, but those immature faces were full of rookie breath.

In the next room, the 'tiger' face was either playful or excited, but after pushing the door and stepping out, these emotional fluctuations disappeared directly from his face, and his face was like a hard rock, revealing the calm of indifference and the collapse of the sky, which made people unconsciously awe, and his eyes made contact with the fraudster and others who were already standing in front of these 'rookies', and the 'tiger' solemnly bowed his head.

"Ahem!"

The fraudster's eyes lit up, and then he coughed heavily, his gaze swept majesticly over the faces of the newcomers who had attracted his attention, and his voice was quiet, "Welcome, elite! ”

"There is no doubt that you can stand here, stand in front of us, you have already proven your own potential and qualifications, and we will give you more rigorous training to make you stronger! Stronger! ”

The fraudster's palm slowly unfolded, and the pale golden streamer formed a portrait of a person, full of beauty, but with a coldness, the newcomers were still curious, and they heard this senior executive who was extraordinary at a glance said in a deep voice: "Remember this senior, he is the creator of these skills, a super strong man above the hero level, and what you will accept next is the technique formulated by this Lord Chu Lie himself." ”

"Wow! Above the hero level, so powerful! ”

"How strong can we become if we cultivate according to this?"

"No matter what, I'm going to ............"

Listening to the whispers of hidden anticipation and curiosity from these newcomers, the fraudster, 'Tiger', and 'Yue' all showed a gentle and reminiscent smile on their faces, and even the indifferent 'dead' faces seemed to soften, and the four alchemy arrays slowly unfolded, and then four bladeless long swords were revealed.

"Then the first training ......"

Facing the visiting gaze of the newcomers, the fraudster smiled gently, his teeth white.

"Beaten."

The bodies of all the newlyweds stiffened slightly, and a moment later, a howl of ghosts and wolves rose from the house.