The current Green Cow City can be said to be a city of death, and some people have begun to flee. But there were still more people entering the city, and they were all advanced monks, for the sake of the legendary Tibetan Dzi.

Ruan Qingyun is almost good now, he basically practices swords every day, stays at home and never goes out, his master Changfeng Pavilion boss went to the Sword Casting Mountain and has not returned, only the swordsmanship "Qiankun Sword Book" and a book "Strange Stories of Mountains and Seas" left by the boss in his arms, Ruan Qingyun has read the swordsmanship many times, but he can only practice the beginner, and some more advanced sword moves he can't comprehend for a while, so Ruan Qingyun is also very anxious, but no matter how anxious he is, there is nothing he can do. Now I still can't perceive the vitality of heaven and earth, and there is no turbulent vitality in the dantian.

So when he was bored, he could only use "Mountains and Seas to See" to pass the time, which recorded many strange people, strange flowers and plants, rare birds and beasts, etc., and the most detailed above was the realm level of the monk, and each one had annotations. For example, the first level, perception, can perceive the existence of formless vitality, which is the first threshold of cultivation, but many people can't cross it, and there is no hope for immortal fate. Nguyen Thanh Yun falls into this category.

The second level, Nasan, can absorb the scattered vitality of the body and nourish itself. Make the bones strong, and the flesh strengthened. This level lays the foundation for future cultivation, and if this level of physical cultivation is strong, it will be of great benefit to future cultivation.

As for each level in the future, it has its own benefits, but the further back he looks, the more hopeless he feels in this life.

In the inn.

"I heard that many people have disappeared in Qingniu City recently for no reason, and even the city lord has died tragically on the streets. ”

The corners of Hu Zhongming's mouth twitched, but he didn't answer positively, "Everything is ready, tonight is the best time to do it." ”

Lu Youding didn't ask any more, just nodded slowly: "You go first, I will definitely arrive tonight." ”

The snowflakes fell flutteringly, Lu Youding's eyes were very confused, in order to get the Tibetan Heavenly Bead, he even did not hesitate to collude with the forces of the Nine Springs Hell to invade the three thousand red dust, but he made wedding clothes for others. He couldn't be sure who the Tibetan Dzi was in now, just as outsiders speculated, whether it was the thief of the Holy Confession Hongchen, or the person from the underworld, or Ruan Zhikun, he was not sure. But he was sure of one thing, that is, he wanted to kill Ruan Zhikun and sit on the first position of the three thousand in Hongchen.

When he first arrived in Qingniu City, that time in the fighting method, he let the sick stab Ruan Zhikun Dantian, at that time he had the intention of killing Ruan Zhikun, among the three thousand red dust, he colluded with the Hell Demon Sect No one knows, after that incident, he killed everyone who followed him, only one fish slipped through the net, Wang Deyun. However, Wang Deyun also died under his ding, and only Ruan Zhikun knew a little about this matter.

Among the three thousand red dust, the four masters do not agree with each other, Yun Ling is a famous beauty of the three thousand families of red dust, almost everyone is fascinated by it, Lu Youding is also one of them, but unfortunately King Xiang has intentions, and the goddess has no intention.

However, at that time, Ruan Zhikun was the youngest and most promising genius boy in the three thousand in Hongchen, and he won the title of the first in the three thousand in Hongchen at a young age, and almost all the girls in the clan were fascinated by his style, and Yun Ling also showed affection for him intentionally or unintentionally, but at that time, Ruan Zhikun was obsessed with cultivation, and it was the intention of falling flowers and the ruthlessness of flowing water.

Lu Youding thought back to this past time, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

It's night, the snow is still there, the cold is still there.

A little spark flickered sporadically in the cold night, and the coldest time in Green Cow City had begun.

At this time, there were many people gathered in front of the gate of the Ruan family, among which the leader was Hu Zhongming, and there were many scattered monks, Hu Zhongming was very smart, and just a few days ago, he contacted all the monks who rushed to Qingniu City, their purpose was to hide the dzi, and his purpose was the Ruan family's property and the entire Qingniu City. So they took what they wanted, and the monks gladly agreed.

Boom, the plaque on the gate of Ruan's house "Fuzang Yunqian" was shattered, and then many people greeted the magic weapon in their hands to the gate of Ruan's house, and the towering gate was instantly bombed into a pile of ruins.

Suddenly, a sword light pierced the snowy night, as if flying from the sky, like a hurricane piercing the inky night sky, and suddenly the sky was surging with vitality, and the momentum was incomparable, and a four-foot-long sword was inserted three feet in front of everyone's feet. The sword was still shaking and humming. Everyone was shocked, the strength and angle of this sword were full of the temperament and demeanor of a master, and the two words were chic.

"Leaving at this time, there is still hope for survival, if not, blood is sprinkled on the spot, and Ruan is ruthless. Then a figure fell.

Everyone was shocked, they didn't expect Ruan Zhikun to say it so obviously.

The muscles on Hu Zhongming's face trembled, he hadn't seen him make a move since Ruan Zhikun came to Qingniu City, the most recent time was Lu Youding and Ruan Zhikun fighting in the Ruan family, I heard that Lu Youding was defeated, but Hu Zhongming didn't take him seriously, because he had better help.

"Don't be afraid, the Tibetan dzi is such a divine object, and those who can live in it. Hu Zhongming's face returned to calm, and he said quietly.

"Tiger Zhongming, what are your intentions?" Ruan Zhikun asked loudly.

"My intention is to put your head on your head. "Hu Zhongming has been pressed by Ruan Zhikun for many years, and he has no chance to breathe, until this day he can finally press him back.

"What are the hole cards in your hand?" Ruan Zhikun had already guessed the initiator of the recent events in Qingniu City.

"So what, and what if not?" he replied, as he had said to the lord of the city.

"Yes, you can die. No, you can die too. Ruan Zhikun smiled faintly, from this moment on, he had no intention of letting Hu Zhongming leave alive.

"That's a big breath, then let me see what you're capable of. Tiger Zhongming suddenly rose from the ground, and the sword in his hand went straight to Ruan Zhikun's eyebrows, and the sword was fierce.

Ruan Zhikun raised the sword on the ground and returned it to his hand, and then a sword blocked the sword stabbed by Hu Zhongming, and at the same time, the person had risen into the air, and his left leg knee was already on Hu Zhongming's abdomen. It's just that the tiger bell flew out in an instant, and this moment shocked everyone, no one dared to believe that it was a real thing, everything happened between the fire and light stones.

It's just one move, and you can defeat the enemy with a casual move, what a shock.

Then Ruan Zhikun's long sword stabbed directly at the tiger bell that flew out. The wind whistled in my ears, and death danced wildly in the dark night.

Hu Zhongming was shocked into a cold sweat, and his back was cold. He originally thought that Ruan Zhikun was only one level higher than him, but he didn't expect that one level would be the gap between heaven and earth. If Ruan Zhikun didn't have the Heavenly Sword, Tiger Zhongming would not have been so defeated. The Heavenly Sword is a heaven and earth artifact handed down from the ancestors of the Ruan family of the three thousand clans of Hongchen, passed down from generation to generation, and it is always buried in the hands of Ruan Zhikun to this day, and it has not been exerted to the extreme.

In the distance, there was a person standing on the tall building, he was already a little old, his hair was a little gray, and his face began to wrinkle, he looked at Ruan Zhikun's methods and was still a little afraid, because he did not have such momentum and chic.

He is Lu Youding.

He really came tonight, looking at the tiger bell that was beaten by Ruan Zhikun and vomited blood, his eyes flickered.