readx;? The news of Wang Chan's strong ascent to the Hero Tower soon spread throughout Moyang like a pair of wings, and now almost everyone in Moyang County knows that there is such an immortal master with a sword box. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

As a party concerned, he is living quietly in the Hero Building at the moment, sitting and cultivating, waiting for the opening of the Hidden Sword Peak. But sometimes, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you.

On this day, after dinner, Wang Chan meditated in his room as usual. At this moment, only to hear the sound of "boom" breaking the wind, Wang Chan's right hand suddenly stretched out to the side, and accurately grasped the foreign object that broke through the window.

Wang Chan slowly opened his eyes, spread out his right hand and looked, and found that it was actually a ball of paper. Being able to accurately shoot paper balls into Wang Chan's room on the fifth floor on the flat ground is enough to show that the strength of the person coming is not bad, whether it is the strength of internal strength or control.

"After the third watch, I saw you ten miles outside the city, and I saw Wang Chan, an outcast of Shaolin. ”

Looking at the paper in his hand, Wang Chan frowned, he couldn't imagine that his identity would be recognized, and he would peel the skin so thoroughly.

Who, exactly, is eyeing him?

And what would he be doing it for?

First of all, it can be ruled out that this person will definitely not be the Song family, Wang Chan killed the eldest grandson of the Song family, if the Song family knew his identity, they would have sent the old immortal in the clan to destroy him. Secondly, it will not be the Yingyang Zhang family or the Suiyang Wang family, they don't know the identity of Wang Chan Shaolin outcasts at all.

Who will it be?

At the beginning of the night, people have fallen asleep.

Three louder sounds, Wang Chan stepped on the moonlight, quietly disappeared into his room, and no one in the entire hero building knew about it.

When Wang Chan rushed to the outskirts of Shilipo as agreed, a bloody breath suddenly entered his nose. The smell of blood is not strong, but in the cold night, its fishy smell is particularly obvious. Wang Chan was far away, and he already smelled this smell.

Then he saw a corpse, which turned out to be the frivolous boy he met during the day, Wang Ping!

At this time, Wang Ping's eyes were wide open, his face was full of horror, obviously he saw something terrible before he died.

You must know that Wang Ping also has the strength to climb the Hero Tower, and even Wang Chan can't see through his strength, and it is conservatively estimated that at least he is at the peak of his spiritual realm, but such a superb master would die here so quietly. It's horrifying.

That person was able to kill Wang Ping so easily, that is, he also had the strength to kill Wang Chan.

The events after meeting Wang Ping during the day were replayed one by one in Wang Chan's mind, flashing, the chance encounter when entering the city, the enthusiasm when he went to the Hero Tower, and the two of them paused briefly when they passed by Xie Tiange. The picture is finally frozen on the silly smiling face of the mysterious old man with yellow teeth.

Wang Chan thought of more, if Wang Ping was just for the dead, if all this was coming at him, then what was this black hand behind the scenes plotting, and what could he get from himself?

Wang Chan thought as he carefully examined the corpse. Wang Ping had no extra wounds on his body, and the sword of his killer pierced his eyebrows, which indirectly confirmed some of his thoughts.

"Is the person who asked me to come here to meet Wang Ping, or is there someone else?" Wang Chan thought with a frown.

At this moment, a sound of breaking wind came from behind Wang Chan.

Wang Chan didn't look back, his right hand lightning stretched out, grabbed and released, and when he looked up, he found that it was another note!

"The meeting will be changed to tomorrow after the third watch, and the place will not change. ”

The handwriting is exactly the same as the note I received earlier, that is, it was not Wang Ping who asked Wang Chan to come here before, but if this is the case, why did Wang Ping suddenly appear here and die here inexplicably?

With a stomach full of doubts, Wang Chan turned around and left here.

Wang Chan was thinking about things all the way, and he was not in a hurry, and by the time he returned to Changlong City, the sky had already brightened. As he entered the city, he saw an old man with gray hair, dressed in a gray cloth robe, leading a donkey, who happened to be coming from outside the city. Wang Chan glanced at the old man and didn't find anything abnormal.

The Hero Building is still as crowded as a few days ago, and the word "hero" alone is enough to make the vast majority of people yearn for it. Wang Chan didn't go back, wandering alone on the street, although Changlong City was at the foot of Wanjianmen, but Wang Chan hadn't even seen a disciple of Wanjianmen in the past few days, which was really too abnormal.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate didn't see it, but Wang Chan saw the old man he met at the city gate again.

The old man stood under a big tree on the side of the street, and the donkey was tied to the side. If you look closely, you can find that the position opposite this old man is only the Hidden Sword Peak that is far away in the sky, and at this moment, there is an extra carving knife in the old man's hand at some point.

I saw him casually break off a branch, take a carving knife and begin to carve it on it.

The movements in the old man's hands were very slow, but Wang Chan in the distance was looking very carefully. Wang Chan was just curious at first, but after looking at the carving knife in the old man's hand for a long time, he gradually melted in.

He found that every movement of this old man was secretly reasonable, and many things that he couldn't figure out in martial arts had a sudden feeling of enlightenment at this moment.

The branch in the old man's hand gradually took on a new look, and Wang Chan knew that he was carving a wooden sword. The old man had been carving from daytime until the sun was setting, and Wang Chan stood far away, never leaving a step.

At the moment when the sun was about to sink, the old man finally finished the work in his hand, and it was indeed a wooden sword, a simple and unpretentious wooden sword, or a sword order.

The old man raised his head and first glanced at the Tibetan Sword Peak in the distance, then turned his gaze to Wang Chan, and suddenly beckoned to Wang Chan.

Wang Chan was stunned for a moment, and when he found that the other party was indeed calling him, he hurriedly walked over and said, "Does my uncle have anything to help?"

"I see that my brother is so focused, this sword order will be given to you. The old man handed the work he had just finished to Wang Chan.

Wang Chan glanced up at the old man and stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you, old man, I don't know what the old man is doing here to Changlong?"

The old man put away the carving knife, untied the rope that bound the donkey, and said slowly: "I came here to see an old man, but there is a past. ”

Without waiting for Wang Chan to reply, he took the donkey and left by himself, and soon disappeared completely into the crowd......

Another unfathomable person.

Until the old man left completely, Wang Chan retracted his gaze, looked at the sword order in his hand, and muttered. (To be continued.) )