The spring rain has always been continuous, this rain, Qian Yi thought that the rain would not stop until the third watch in the middle of the night, but it didn't take long to fall, it became more and more dripping, and gradually disappeared.

The pedestrians who didn't have time to go home to hide from the rain in the shops saw that the rain had stopped, and they all poked their heads out, but the dark clouds in the sky still did not disperse, so after a few glances, they hurried back to the rain.

Qian Yi sighed lightly, it is estimated that today's practice of medicine may be the result of nothing, so he got up and said goodbye to the girl, the girl was lucky, several women took advantage of the rain to stop, came out to buy vegetables for the evening, and she was basically left in the market There is still a place to sell, so the rest of the vegetables were soon bought.

The girl glanced back at Qianyi in a hurry, only to see a faded back.

Qian Yi did not immediately return to Jingting Mountain, but walked around Yong'an City with a knife.

Looking for a medical hall, but the main thing is to see if there is a more suitable place to set up a stall, because in the afternoon, Zhao Yiren has helped himself correct his name by borrowing the competition, and people who have seen it should no longer think that he is a god stick who cheats and cheats, and the next thing is to put himself in a conspicuous position and let more people know themselves.

Near dusk, Qianyi, who had seen several places, saw Xiao Er driving a vendor in front of a restaurant, it turned out that the vendor was selling a bunch of baked cakes at the door of the restaurant, and Xiao Er thought he had robbed the business.

Qianyi's heart lit up, and he already had an idea, carrying the wooden pole hanging the gourd, and happily walked back.

Behind Qianyi, the sound of rain was like weaving, and it gradually chased after him.

......

Baichuan boundary, there is Rong Guoyuan.

Thousands of mountains and rain.

Qianyi stands at the mouth of the unnamed valley, ten miles ahead, which is the boundary gate leading to Jingting Mountain.

Between ten miles, there is a wind rising, a leaf flying, and a rain falling.

Qian Yi did not go straight to the boundary gate as usual, but stood where he was, listened quietly for a while, and calmly reflected the valley that seemed to be no different from the past.

Then, in the rustling sound, there was a small clanging sound-

It's the sound of a rain of wind and rain on a blade.

Such a subtle sound, but like ink dripping on water, piled up on the shore, quietly impregnated with a Bichun Mountain, swirling into an invisible oppression, in the valley.

This kind of oppressive atmosphere Qian Ye has experienced many times, before every demon tide in Longcheng Valley attacks, Siye will become extremely quiet, and the oppression is like a mountain, so Qian Yifu found that although the oppression in the valley at this moment, compared with the oppression brought by the ten thousand demon tides, is like a mound of soil to the mountains, it is not worth mentioning.

Looking into the distance, Qian also saw the flowers and trees ten miles away, the leaves moving and the wind ten miles away, and the hundreds of students hidden under the trees ten miles away.

These students wore palace clothes from different school palaces, or two or three people together, or alone, sitting cross-legged, stepping on the waves, standing silently in the rain, with unconcealed excitement and excitement in their eyes, and a small number of people still had strong war intent and hostility in their eyes.

Qian also didn't understand the reason why these people stayed here, and after thinking about the events of the past few days, it seemed that he hadn't offended someone to the point where he had to face each other with a sword.

Perhaps, it wasn't for itself.

The boy thought so and went into the valley.

It's a pity that when he walked into the valley, he realized that some things were born inexplicably.

There were still a few miles away from the boundary gate, and there were already more than a dozen students waiting there, one by one looking at the valley mouth. With the sound of clicking, Qian Yi stepped on the dead leaves and appeared, and in an instant, the originally extremely silent bamboo forest, the sound of wind and rain instantly pierced the ears like thunder.

Everyone stared straight at Qianyi, one by one, as if they had ordered a basket of steamed buns, and after waiting for a few hours, the steamed buns finally came, but they were so hungry that they didn't dare to recognize the buns.

The first to react was a student holding a Pu knife, wearing a cyan palace robe and embroidering a large tripod on his left chest. He looked up to the sky and laughed, took a step forward with a "snap", pointed at Qianyi and shouted:

"Wow, yes, yes, Qianyi, grandpa has been waiting for you for a long time! Listen, it's Liangshan Zhao Yanwu who arrested you today, you don't want to ...... quickly."

Boom!

A cold light swept through the air, and a student in a yellow shirt drew his sword and stood up, stepped on Zhao Yanwu's face, and slashed at Qianyi with the power of his pedaling.

Almost at the same time, the remaining dozen or so students also reacted, sacrificed magic weapons one by one, and attacked Qianyi without saying a word.

This is not over, the students who are guarding the rest of the direction heard the wind, and rushed over one by one, and when they found out that the person who came was Qianyi, they suddenly screamed like a fly that saw a bun, and poured out with all their might, attacking Qianyi.

For a while, there was a roar in all directions, and the sky was full of light, as if it was raining again!

In the mountains and forests that boiled at this moment, Qianyi stood in place.

With his face tilted slightly, he watched the magic weapon come overwhelmingly, and the white clothes were blown away by the wind, and then, Qian Yi reached out and picked one of the swords, casually picking a wild fruit as if passing by a fruit tree.

And the rest of the magic weapons were like crashing into a big mountain, and they rolled back with a bang.

"Why are you here?" asked Qianyi with a sword.

The man obviously didn't expect Qianyi's means to be so powerful, and his strongest blow was not even as good as a local chicken and a dog in the eyes of the other party, his expression was shocked, but he quickly returned to normal, and sneered: "No wonder he is not afraid of us coming, it turns out to be a magic weapon to protect himself, what kind of ability is it to rely on the magic weapon?

Qianyi frowned and said, "I didn't use a magic weapon." ”

"What are you pretending to be? You can't use a magic weapon to block the attacks of so many of us so easily? Hmph! The big husband is bright and upright, and he doesn't admit it when he uses it, and he is really a wild species. ”

Qian Yi glanced at the man and did not continue to speak, and the rain drowned down the blade of the sword towards Qian Yi's fingers, but diverted down before touching them.

As soon as Qianyi's hand was released, the man vomited blood and returned, and fell to the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground with a scream, gnawing a mouthful of mud.

Ignoring the latter, Qian Yi continued to walk towards the front gate, and many students slashed along the way, but without exception, they were like moths to a fire, and they fell into a mess.

"Eat my sword!" A student from the Daoshu Palace suddenly roared, and the sacrificial sword flew towards Qianyi.

Qian Yi didn't look at it, and with a wave of his hand, he tossed aside the long sword that was a few points faster than an arrow. But at the moment when he opened the long sword, Qianyi raised his eyebrows lightly-

Because he found that the sword was not thrown with great force, but purely with the strength of his arms!

When he raised his eyes again, where was there still a figure of the students of the Dao Art Palace?

At this moment, Qian Yi flicked his fingers behind him!

Bite!

After a crisp sound, a huge sound exploded behind Qian Yi! Immediately, centered on the snap of his fingers, a strong wave of qi swept in all directions, and all the trees in a radius of more than ten zhang were broken!

Qian Yi turned around, stretched out his hand to probe, and then threw his sword to feint and then silently attacked Qian Yi's Taoist Palace students, at this time he was holding a black iron rod, suspended in mid-air, his head shaved like a pebble was engraved with shock, and two hands like iron tongs were cracked, and two streams of blood flowed out.

"Why are you here?" asked Chiya again.

The student sneered and turned his face arrogantly: "Wealth and nobility can't be lewd, mighty can't be bent, and the big husband stands up to the sky...... Ahh

Qian Yi used an iron rod and knocked the student to the ground with a stick.

"I said, I said!" The young man who was still very tough at this moment Qian Yi rushed to explain before he opened his mouth, "It was the palace master of He Fang Palace, He Dao instructed him......

It turned out that Qianyi didn't go to the morning class, and the teaching in the class was exactly what the Qingpao taught that day Qianyi encountered in the first test. He Suodao found that Qianyi did not come, and he was not annoyed at all, and went to class normally, but after the class, a student who was deducted ten credits for being late protested and demanded that Qianyi be deducted twenty credits. He Sodao readily agreed, and said, if any of you can catch a thousand people and come to see me, I will reward him with the twenty credits deducted, and another Jin Lingdan.

In a word, hundreds of students went crazy.