Little by little, the sun set in the western mountains, and the night once again covered the heavens and the earth. The two teenagers who had come out of the desert sat by a campfire and waited quietly for the dawn.

Both teenagers are ragged and unclothed, but their eyes are embarrassed because they are full of hope for the future.

One of the teenagers had a long, narrow face, comparable to a horse's face. He leaned on a bush, lazily chewing steamed buns, his face full of impetuousness. The other handsome young man was looking intently at a black-covered Xuanji, and beside him was a snow-white wolf king.

"When I get to town, I'll have a hearty meal, a hot shower, a change of clean clothes, and a good night's sleep. The past two years have been too hard!" Liang Bufan said, throwing all the remaining steamed buns into his mouth, as if to express his indignation in his heart.

Ye Junlin closed the book, raised his head and glanced at Liang Bufan, but did not speak. Since leaving the Blackstone Mine, the question he has thought about the most is how to kill Jiang Zhou to avenge the 'revenge of killing his father' and 'the hatred of taking his wife'.

Liang Bufan seemed to be aware of Ye Junlin's thoughts, and the expression on his hippie smile swept away: "Revenge is not in a hurry, we must first improve our strength, and then plan carefully." Otherwise, when the time comes, not only will we not be able to take revenge, but it will also be easy to fold ourselves into it. ”

Ye Junlin looked at Liang Bufan, whose face was solemn, and a rare smile appeared on his face: "It's really rare, I can hear a serious word from your mouth." ”

Liang Bufan said with a smile: "The rice has to be eaten bite by bite, the road has to be walked step by step, the steps are too big, and it is easy to pull the eggs." ”

Ye Junlin tasted Liang Bufan's words and said with a smile: "The words are not rough!"

The morning sun had not yet broken through the morning mist, but the two teenagers had already set out on their journey. Since leaving the desert, the climate has suddenly improved a lot, and the mood of the two teenagers has also improved.

After walking for another half a day, Ye Junlin saw the familiar post station from a distance, and remembered the humiliation he had received back then, and couldn't help but smile, showing a hint of relief on his face.

The man who humiliated him here is now a ghost of hell.

The two passed by the post station and saw the old man who was busy. The two watched from afar, undisturbed. Shan Lao looked up and saw a familiar teenager.

The young man nodded slightly, without saying a word, he still had a good impression of this old man in his heart. At least at the time, the old man did not fall into the ground.

Little by little, the distant mountains and bare trees around them receded, and the lonely inn was so far away that its outline could not be seen.

Ahead, at the end of the avenue, a fork in the road appeared in front of the two teenagers. Two forks, one to the left and one to the right.

Liang Bufan pointed to the fork in the road on the left and said, "From here, after passing through more than a dozen towns, you can reach the 'Purple Cloud Sea'." The 'Purple Cloud Sea' recruits a large number of disciples every year, and with your strength, you will be able to enter it steadily. ”

Liang Bufan said, with a sad look on his face, as if he was about to shed tears. Although he and Ye Junlin have only been together for a few months, in his heart, he has long regarded Ye Junlin as his brother who depends on him for life and death.

"Fool, what is there to cry about in the big man's family!" Ye Junlin said: "It's not goodbye, besides, didn't we make an appointment to kill the 'Sword Casting Villa' together in a year." ”

Liang Bufan waved his hand and said in a low voice: "I'll go first, Lao Tzu hates to see the backs of others leaving the most in his life." ”

Ye Junlin jumped off the camel and patted Liang Bufan's shoulder: "Brother, take care." ”

"Isn't this fucking nonsense?" Liang Bufan said viciously: "We have made an appointment here, and in a year, we will kill the 'Sword Casting Villa' together and kill those miscellaneous people!"

"Definitely. Ye Junlin's face also swelled with a trace of murderous aura.

"Let's go!" Liang Bufan urged the camel, waved his hand at Ye Junlin, and embarked on his own path. Ye Junlin looked at the back of the horse-faced young man, stunned, until the unruly back disappeared from sight.

There is a time when life meets, and when you send you a thousand miles, you must say goodbye.

Ye Junlin leaned over, patted the White Wolf King's head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, we should also have a new beginning!"

The nearest town to the post station is called "Beimo City", which is a city within the jurisdiction of "Sword Casting Villa", although the population is less than 50,000, but it is also relatively lively.

Although the "Northern Desert City" is close to the post station, the road is surrounded by mountains, and if you really want to walk, you have to walk for at least two days.

Ye Junlin rode slowly on a camel, and the sadness after separating from Liang Bufan was still floating in his heart. The White Wolf King followed behind him, looking warily ahead.

The king of wolves was born with such caution.

Climbing over a mountain beam, I saw a touch of green under the mountain in the distance. This mountain beam is like a standing defender, blocking the cold from the north on the other side of the mountain.

"Stop!"

More than a dozen warriors suddenly appeared in front of them, and they blocked the middle of the road with swords in their hands, and they knew at a glance that they were not good. At the head was a thin warrior shaped like a monkey, with a pit on his obscene face, and there was hardly a trace of smoothness.

The pock-faced warrior shouted at Ye Junlin: "This road is mine, this tree is also mine, if you want to pass from here, unless you leave the money." ”

The pock-faced martial artist said, a strange gaze glanced at Ye Junlin's black iron giant sword, and the expression seemed to be about to drool: "Low-level mortal weapon, this time I have encountered a big deal!"

Ye Junlin glanced at the pock-faced martial artist with disdain, and sneered: "Isn't it just a robbery, as for making such a big formation?"

As the second leader of the largest cottage in the vicinity, Beishanzhai, Ma Face is also a well-known figure in this area, even if Ling Yang, the city lord of 'Northern Desert City', has to give him some face. And the little boy in front of him dared to look down on him, which made our 'second master' extremely angry.

The scimitar in the hemp face hand was raised high, and the red Xuan Qi surged in his body: "What's the matter, boy, my body is itchy, I owe a beating!"

Ye Junlin looked at his numb face with disdain, and said contemptuously again: "It's just the cultivation of the 'Xuanmai Eightfold', and it is also worthy of your martial arts?"

Ma Yan was shocked when he was in his heart, and the person who could see his cultivation was at least in the 'Xuanmai Ninefold', and in this Beishan area, there was only one martial artist who cultivated in the 'Xuanmai Ninefold'.

Cold sweat ran across his obscene face.

The ox has been blown out, and the brothers are all watching, if he is cowardly at this moment, I am afraid that he will not be able to raise his head in front of the brothers.

"I had to try. Ma Mian made up his mind and shouted, and the scimitar in his hand swung violently and slashed down towards Ye Junlin's head.

You want to kill people with face.

Ye Junlin sneered, and the black iron giant sword swung quietly.

"Boom!"

The swords intersected, and there was a piercing metallic sound.

With just one blow, the numb-faced warrior was shocked by the sword and flew more than a dozen steps away. Ma Mian was full of surprise, he guessed that the young man in front of him might be very strong, but he didn't expect that it would be so powerful.

"Are you still fighting?" Ye Junlin sneered.

"I'm not your opponent, let's go!" Before face and life, Ma Face finally chose life.

"Count you as acquaintances. Ye Junlin said coldly: "That's it, then wouldn't I suffer too much?"

"What do you want?" Feeling the murderous aura on Ye Junlin's body, the numb face was already completely scared at this time.

"You've delayed my trip, so you have to compensate me. A sly smile appeared on Ye Junlin's face.

"Okay!" Ma Yan took out a black-covered mystic technique from his waist extremely happily, threw it to Ye Junlin and said, "How about the Yellow Rank Lower Grade Xuanji "Splitting Rock Palm" as an apology?"

"Then so be it!" Ye Junlin stuffed the Xuanji into his leather bag, patted the camel, and continued on his way.

The pock-faced warrior looked at Ye Junlin's back, his obscene face was filled with a heavy murderous aura, and he saw him say to one of his subordinates: "Go and tell the big boss, I will kill this kid who doesn't know the height of the sky in the 'Nine Bends'." ”

The warrior took the order and left.

Danger once again befell Ye Junlin's side.