Hua gradually flew up early today to go out to see the lively, the street not far from the Pingyu Inn is very lively, the lights are bright at night, and the day is also crowded with people, and the traffic is busy.

Early in the morning, there are many vendors drinking and selling, all kinds of food, play and watching things, and the dazzling array makes people overwhelmed.

After turning around several times, and then turning to the vicinity of the competition platform, Hua gradually flew and wondered why the lively entertainer before disappeared today?

Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there is liveliness, and there is no shortage of fights and killings in lively places.

A figure flew in front of Hua Feifei's eyes, and smashed heavily on a small stall selling porcelain, the porcelain was shattered, and the sword cultivator was covered in blood, and his hand was still clutching the sword behind him, and he was knocked away without even pulling out the sword sheath.

"Haha, an unpopular sect still dares to shout at me."

Directly in front of the sword cultivator, a shadowy man in a black and white robe with fine embroidery and a black and white robe looked at him with a stern gaze.

"Despicable villain." The sword-bearer cultivator spat at the blood foam and scolded.

If it weren't for the secret hand of the man in front of him, if he hadn't had time to draw his sword, how could he have ended up in such a field?

"What are you, tell you, Lao Tzu is an introductory disciple of Xuanshui Gate, even if your master comes, he won't dare to talk to me like this!" The man in the black and white robe responded, not thinking that there was anything wrong with striking first.

Of course, the man in the black and white robe has his own reasons for pride.

Since ancient times, the strong have been respected, not to mention the strength, but the sect alone has the difference between first-class second-rate and non-stream.

There are many small sects and schools in various states and cities that have to rely on first-class sects in order to barely survive, and small sects with lower status have to hand over a lot of cultivation resources every year, but there are still many small sects, looking forward to first-class forces.

Like those small sects, the survival is originally in the cracks of the rivers and lakes, if you don't use a little tough background as a hole card, maybe someone will destroy the sect overnight.

The powerful forces of the first class are facing each other, forming a rather wonderful balance, and even the greatest hatred and hatred of the forces have to carefully weigh the consequences before acting.

For example, more than ten years ago, the Shangguan family of Zijing, the Tiandu of Zhongzhou, almost washed a state in blood, and swallowed up several cities with the momentum of devastating and decaying, and now it has faintly become a super-first-class powerful force.

Of course, the small sects that are dependent on the forces also have quite a lot of benefits, such as obtaining some more advanced cultivation techniques, and some talented and intelligent disciples can enter the first-class forces to practice and serve, and the relevant factions can get the support of the forces, and so on.

However, most of this kind of preferential treatment is unbearable for small sects, and they have gradually become the side of exploitation and oppression, and their foundation has become weaker and weaker, which has led to the pretentious nature of the disciples of those first-class forces, and they always feel that they are superior to those wastes.

The sword bearer heard the anger in his chest.

He raised his hand and touched it, pulled out the sharp sword behind him, and stabbed it at the man in front of him.

Short-handed, clang.

The black-and-white-robed man used his spiritual power to sweep the sword, the sword was on top of the sword, and a light purple subtle sword qi slashed towards the chest of the ordinary sect disciple.

The exercises of the sect's forces are also divided into high and low, and the advantages and disadvantages are compared at once.

The cultivator's long sword came out of his hand, and like a sharp arrow, it flew towards the crowd who were watching the excitement, causing the crowd to scatter and flee in all directions.

In the midst of the chaos, another danger struck the flowers.

Hua Wanfei was stunned for a moment, he seemed to have seen that he couldn't dodge the stabbing long sword, because of the spiritual power, the sword came too fast, and Hua Wanfei stood in place in a daze.

Bullshit! Those things that Fan Duowen taught were useless, they couldn't be used to dodge, and they couldn't resist this sharp sword.

It's so miserable, I knew that I pulled Old Man Fan out.

The sword is getting closer and closer, and the pupils of the flower are getting bigger and bigger!

Suddenly, a pink shadow swept out, his left hand grabbed Hua Feifei's arm and dragged it, and his right hand condensed a layer of faint pink spiritual power and pulled it forward.

The long sword of Feiwei stabbed out as if it had met a rock, and the sword body was extremely curled, and then it bounced out again.

It's dangerous!

Hua gradually flew and sighed, just to see the excitement, but he always encountered this situation, and his little life was almost about to be confessed here.

Himself, it seems, is one step away from the top masters of the rivers and lakes.

I really didn't expect this to break through the rivers and lakes so carelessly!

It seems that the practice has to be hurried!

Hua gradually flew and was surprised to see the figure of the butterfly skirt, the girl's long flowing hair was tied with a butterfly-like pink hairband, a delicate face, and the flush short hair on both sides was only slightly past the ears.

It's her! That thief!

Hua Yanfei grabbed Wan Shu's slender hand, "The previous token must have been stolen by you!" ”

But the girl grinned, as if she had confessed to it.

"Hey, I saved your life, how can you do this?"

Hua Wanfei grabbed it with his backhand, he increased his strength and pressed Wan Shu's hand tightly, and said, "One thing is one thing, return the token to me first." ”

"If I don't let go, I'm going to call someone"

"Help~Help~"

Wan Shu tried to open her throat and shouted, her voice was like a bell, still so pleasant, and she didn't see a nervous look on her face.

Hua Feifei was really as she thought, and immediately let go of her hand.

Wan Shu watched the snow-white hair flowers gradually flying, looking up and down, left and right, looking at this person not only has strange hair, but also has a very interesting temperament, it feels so fun!

Like flirting between partners, many onlookers turned their eyes to the center of the field, where the battle was not over.

The sword-bearer clutched his chest, and he tried his best to swallow the blood in his mouth raw.

He thought that the person on the other side was just a villain who was sneaking up, but he didn't expect that the other party's strength was so strong. It was just one move that broke his hand.

Everyone in the world knows the definition of the cultivation level, the four realms are twelve levels, and the third level leads to the first level of the realm, and each layer of the realm is blocked by a door panel, and the deeper the realm, the higher the steps, and there will even be "roadblocks" to block the level, which is why the number of Heavenly Realm masters is not much.

Some people have excellent natural fate, and their cultivation can be thousands of miles in a day; There are also some people who have bumps in the road of cultivation, and they will encounter bottlenecks in the realm of steps, without opportunities and understanding, and these people will not be able to touch a higher realm in their lives; There are also people who start late, but they are able to catch up.

It can also be seen that the realm is soaring rapidly, but it does not necessarily reflect a person's ultimate success, and there are many factors in cultivation, which are not determined by chance and talent, let alone the speed of cultivation, the level of realm, which can be included in terms that ordinary people understand.

The cultivator's spiritual energy is converted into each other, through his own control, and transmitted out, every spit out and accept is in line with heaven and earth as much as possible, and he is in harmony with nature, and then reaches an unusually subtle state of balance, and constantly climbs to a higher level, which is the foundation of a cultivator's cultivation.

Some people are born with a keen sense of the five senses, and they are naturally able to cultivate naturally, showing the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort, and it is not difficult to stabilize the heavenly realm in a thousand days.

However, some people spend their whole lives in the path of cultivation, but they end up gaining little or nothing at all, let alone those who have poor cultivation qualifications.

In the martial arts, there are often rumors of how some masters cross the border to kill people, and how to defeat the strong with the weak. Although these things have gradually become a little exaggerated in the rumors of everyone, this is indeed the case in the martial arts.

If a cultivator stays in a certain realm for several years, then his combat experience will of course be much more sophisticated than that of a person who has just entered a higher realm. There is also a situation where the spiritual power in the cultivator's body is extremely pure, so the spiritual power can be broken with less, so there is a saying that the weak defeat the strong.

After all, it is rare for Li Tianchang to swing a knife to cut off Yuan Feibai's arm, and the realm of the heavenly gap is not empty after all.

The man in the black and white robe lowered his head and played with the thin knife in his hand, and said casually: "A Jianghu dog like you who doesn't let go, if you kill it, you will kill it, and there shouldn't be any big trouble." ”

So, the man in the black and white robe raised his cold eyes, raised his sword and walked towards the sword cultivator step by step.

"Wait, it depends on the owner to beat the dog, let alone such a big person." A man in white stood out from the crowd, holding the sword of a sword-making monk in his hand.

The man in the black and white robe asked with interest, "Are you?" ”

"I don't know him, but it doesn't prevent me from showing my righteous heart, I only know that the road is uneven, and everyone comes to step on it, not to mention that you are a dignified middle-level master of the Xuan Realm, why do you need to bully a junior in the Yellow Realm? If you want to fight, I'll accompany you. ”

Hahaha!

After finishing speaking, the white-clothed cultivator handed out a sword, pointing it directly at the forehead of the cold man who was playing with a thin knife.

The black-and-white-robed man sneered, and also raised his knife to slash at the head of the man in white, and the two of them fought one sword after another, one sword after another, regardless of the upper and lower levels, looking at the situation, both of them are the strength of the realm.

This fight was particularly exciting, and Hua Wanfei stood aside to watch the excitement and was very addicted. The affairs of the rivers and lakes will be solved in the rivers and lakes, and it will be good-looking.

"The last sword, pay attention." The man in white jumped up after reminding him, and the whole person was like a crescent moon, and the sword in his hand slashed down, and the sword light suddenly brightened.

Sword skills!

The black-and-white-robed man was startled, and he also made a great move, and the sword picked up a semicircle, picked it up from the bottom to the top, and went to block the flying sword.

After the sword light, everyone saw that the two figures were not moving, and the sword of the man in white was firmly resting on the shoulder of the man in black and white robe, on the other hand, the man in black and white robe was also quiet, just sneering, but his expression was not the slightest fear.

The rivers and lakes are like this, wave after wave, mountain on mountain, people and people, endlessly.

At this time, the roof of the pavilion suddenly turned over and fell a few gray robes, the twelve defenders of the fine willow city.

"Alright, friends, let's stop here." The gray-robed city keeper said politely.

The white-clothed swordsman glanced at Hua Yanfei a few times, as if intentionally or unintentionally, and then threw the sword back to the sword-wielding monk and left alone.

And although the man in the black and white robe was defeated, the whole person walked away as if nothing had happened.

The onlookers all dispersed, and in their opinion, since the defenders of Hosoyanagi City came, no matter how big the matter was, it would be resolved.

Over the years, the city has become stronger and stronger, mainly relying on the city guards led by Song Zhi to guard, supervise and operate this huge city of fine willows.

Everyone dispersed, and the girl in the pink butterfly skirt pulled the hand of the flower and took it to the side without any scruples.

"Let's go."

The grinning expression never left Wan Shu's face.

Hua gradually flew out of the circle with Wan Shu, he didn't expect that the girl in the pink butterfly skirt in front of him actually had the strength of the upper level of the Xuan Realm.

Hua Wanfei asked a little discouraged, "What realm are you?" ”

"It's only the Xuan Realm upper level, ordinary." Then there was a big smile again.

"I really didn't expect your realm to be so high."

"I didn't expect it! You don't even have any spiritual power! ”

Hua gradually flew in the heart, like a gear jammed, his face didn't matter, and his heart struggled.....

What is the use of the important things given by Daddy Hua, and why is it targeted by this girl? Seeing that she didn't refute it before, the token must still be on her, and how to get it back is still a problem.

But this girl doesn't look like one of those heinous bad people.

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