Homicide?

Kill whom?

The young people were a little dazed.

The old man shook his head, grimaced, and led them away quickly.

After practicing for a long time, I know how to make my life longer.

Walking through the hill, the old man breathed a sigh of relief.

A year ago, he had seen a person with a fallen flower mark on the placket of his clothes slaughtering a sect.

These people are ruthless and leave no room for survival.

The old man himself was seriously injured at that time, and there was no aura fluctuation on his body, so he escaped the catastrophe.

That time, he also got some chances.

"Third Grandpa, are they here to kill the two people you said at least have a realm cultivation?" Behind the old man, a young man in a blue-gray military uniform asked in a low voice.

These words made the old man frown, and said in a deep voice: "Jia Muhe, these realm powerhouses are fighting for grievances, not to mention that you are only Peiyuan Triple, even if you build the foundation Triple, you are not qualified to participate." ”

"If you want to live long, don't get involved in these things."

If this Jia Muhe was not the most talented of the younger generation of their Jia family, the old man would have scolded him fiercely at this time.

When the other young people heard the old man's words, some chuckled and shook their heads, and some reached out and pulled Jia Muhe's sleeve.

Jia Muhe did not retreat, but stared at the old man and lowered his voice: "Third grandfather, you say, will this also be a chance?" ”

Good luck?

The old man's face first showed anger, and then slowly turned into a deep groan.

"Third grandfather, you go first, I'll go back."

Jia Muhe said, untying his robe and the long sword he was carrying.

"If I don't come back, you tell my father and mother, I'm going to practice in the big sect."

Jia Muhe turned his head to look at the others beside him, and grinned, "I just said that I went to the Nine Xuan Sword Gate." ”

After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and walked down the mountain road into the mountain forest in a few steps.

Seeing him leave, the other young people all turned their heads to look at the old man.

The old man was silent for a moment, then turned around and left.

Maybe it's chance, or maybe it's death.

In the end, young people like to fight and gamble.

The old man himself would not do such an unstable thing now.

"Jammu River won't come back."

Walking ahead, the old man threw the robe and long sword of Jia Muhe in his hand down the cliff.

"When I went back, I said that he met a demon beast and was attacked and killed."

Hearing his words, everyone was stunned.

"Hmph, Jiuxuan Sword Gate, is it so easy to climb?"

"Being involved with these big sects, for my Jia family, it may be a blessing or a curse."

After the old man finished speaking, he rushed straight away.

The young men looked at each other and bowed their heads to follow.

……

The Jammu River runs through the mountains and forests.

He remembered that Han Muye and Lin Shen had gone to watch the sword marks.

It's just that place, the sword qi will hurt the body.

At this time, he could no longer care about being hurt or not, and ran with all his might, but in a few moments he was in front of the two cliffs.

A cold breath greeted him, making him breathe so fast that he almost vomited blood.

He is no more than Pei Yuan Triple Heavy, and his body can't resist the erosion of sword qi.

Enduring the pain in his chest and abdomen, Jia Muhe searched everywhere.

Be there!

Aren't they the two you just saw under the stone wall in front of you?

At this time, across from them, a man in a bald robe sat cross-legged.

Jia Muhe didn't care about anything else and ran over quickly.

Han Muye and Lin Shen had already discovered the rushing Jia Muhe, and when they saw him with a swollen face, they rushed over.

Lin Shen stood up.

"You, my third grandfather said that someone was going to kill someone, I guess it might be, he came to kill you." Jia Muhe gasped and spoke loudly.

Lin Shen turned his head and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed, waved his hand and said, "We haven't offended anyone, so no one will definitely want to kill us." ”

As he spoke, he looked up at the other side: "It's Master, your Buddhist inheritance is not in the Western Xinjiang, I'm afraid that someone else will kill you?" ”

The bald head opposite Han Muye is a monk.

There is no Buddhist heritage in Western Xinjiang.

Neither did the Southern Wilderness.

When he met this monk under the stone wall just now, Han Muye became interested and stepped forward to talk a few words.

It was only after saying a few words that I knew that the monk's name was called, and before he could interrogate and understand the rest, Jia Muhe came.

"Master Han Shi, the little monk is an ascetic monk, and there should be no enemies in Western Xinjiang."

"It should be you who brought people to kill."

The monk's head is shiny, wearing a hundred knotted monk's robes, and a string of cyan Buddha beads is hanging around his neck, and he is less than thirty years old.

Speaking at this time, his face was indifferent.

Han Muye laughed, turned his head to look not far away and said, "Then ask who they are here to kill." ”

At some point, seven cultivators dressed in gray robes and with a restrained aura had arrived.

These seven people had cold faces, holding the hilt of their swords, and slowly approached.

Han Muye stretched out his hand and pointed to Jia Muhe, who was standing in front of Lin Shen, and said in a loud voice: "He said that you are here to kill people." ”

"You say, are you here to kill me, or to kill this monk?"

Hearing this, Jia Muhe opened his mouth and his eyes widened.

Can you still ask questions like this?

The seven people over there didn't answer at all, they just walked forward.

On the seven people's bodies, the originally suppressed killing intent and spiritual light were intertwined, turning into a blood-colored pillar of light.

As soon as this pillar of light appeared, Jia Muhe, who was dozens of feet away, felt depressed and completely out of breath.

Landscape!

Each of these seven people is a realm!

Seven Realm powerhouses came to kill.

Jia Muhe knew that he had lost the bet.

Gu Xuan

I thought it would be a chance, but I didn't expect it to be a death.

"When we meet, I can help."

"One hundred thousand spirit stones, one life."

The monk looked at Han Muye and suddenly said loudly.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him and said curiously, "Aren't you a penance?" ”

The monk's face remained unchanged: "Penance also requires spirit stones." ”

These words made Han Muye's face smile even more.

He stretched out his hand and pointed at himself: "Monk, which eye do you see that I have 100,000 spirit stones?" ”

The monk shrugged his nose and said, "I smell it." ”

Dog nose.

Han Muye smiled and turned his head to look at the seven people who had already reached the third zhang away.

"The people of the Folding Flower Hall, I don't know if you have received 100,000 spirit stones for my life?"

The seven people didn't say anything at all, and when they took a step forward, the seven figures flew up at the same time, and then stabbed forward with their long swords.

Seven sword lights shone at the same time, turning into petals and wrapping towards Han Muye.

The sword qi transformed, and the cold light was cold, with a terrifying halo, enveloping Han Muye's head.

Han Muye, who was sitting upright, had no change in his face, the monk on the opposite side showed curiosity on his face, Jia Muhe turned his head, and Lin Shen's hand climbed onto the hilt of the sword at some point.

"Thorn-"

A blood-colored petal suddenly flew diagonally, piercing the chest and abdomen of a gray-robed man.

The petals passed through the chest and abdomen, exploded, and turned into countless petals, and then surrounded the remaining figures.

When the petals dissipated, only one of the seven people who attacked and killed Han Muye was left.

"Senior Brother Han, how is my Flying Flower Sword Technique?"

The young man with a broken sword in his hand looked up at Han Muye and smiled lightly.

Flying Flower Swordsmanship, Broken Sword.

Back then, Han Muye had folded the sword in the hand of the young man in front of him, and he also knew from this sword that there was a cloud golden lotus here.

Tang Yunhao.

It's just that I haven't seen it for more than a year, and Tang Yunhao's swordsmanship and cultivation have changed dramatically.

"It's okay, it's a little interesting."

Han Muye looked at Tang Yunhao, nodded and said: "The meaning of picking leaves and flying flowers is already there, and the next layer is when the flowers bloom and fall, and everything turns into a sword." ”

Hearing Han Muye's words, surprise flashed in Tang Yunhao's eyes.

He put away the sword in his hand, bowed and said, "Thank you for the advice." ”

"It's really worthy of Senior Brother Han."

After speaking, he looked at the monk sitting opposite Han Muye, and then at Lin Shen and Jia Muhe.

"Senior Brother Han, can these people be killed?"

When Tang Yunhao looked at himself, Jia Muhe felt that his heart had stopped beating.

The killing intent in this gaze can penetrate the heart.

Lin Shen's complexion remained unchanged.

The monk clasped his hands together and muttered something in a low voice.

Han Muye shook his head: "Don't kill it." ”

Tang Yunhao nodded, stepped forward, squatted down, and looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, you came here to transform the cloud golden lotus, right?" ”

Han Muye thought that Tang Yunhao didn't know about it, but it seemed that he still knew.

Han Muye nodded.

Anyway, Tang Yunhao wouldn't know why he knew about Jin Lian.

Tang Yunhao set his sights on the monk.

"This golden lotus was planted by my predecessors in the Hanging Temple."

The monk clasped his hands together and spoke loudly.

Tang Yunhao glanced at him and turned his head to look at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, do you want to kill this monk?" ”

These words made the monk's face stiffen.

Han Muye laughed: "Good idea." ”

The murder was not successful, and several people moved the place and sat around and drank.

Leaving the Sword Marks Cliff, on a leeward rocky beach, wine and meat were placed on a large rock.

"Your monk's wine is really strong." After pouring a mouthful, Tang Yunhao bared his teeth.

This appearance made Jia Muhe's arm freeze when he was holding the wine glass.

Lin Shen on the side put down the empty cup and said lightly: "You can drink half a cup." ”

Jia Muhe glanced at him gratefully, brought his glass closer, and took a small sip.

When the wine enters the throat, it burns like a flame and pierces the intestines and stomach.

A heat rose from the dantian.

His meridians seemed to be burned through by the flames, and his muscles and bones were tempered.

Later, he was in a daze, and he couldn't really hear Han Muye and them.

Seeing him like this, Tang Yunhao laughed, and then looked at Han Muye: "Senior Brother Han, I only need a golden lotus seed." ”

Han Muye nodded and looked at the monk.

Tang Yunhao also turned his head to look at him.

The monk was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "I want one too." ”

Han Muye did not refuse.

The fate of the world pays attention to the fact that there is a share of the individual.

There is a saying that the opportunities in the cultivation world are endless, and if you are too greedy, you will lose the opportunities.

In turn, leave a line everywhere, and the opportunity will not stop.

Reaching a consensus, the four of them ate meat and drank wine, and began to talk.

After Tang Yunhao got Han Muye's guidance, his swordsmanship was reborn.

He was ruthless, and he killed a lot of those who pursued him.

One of them happened to be seen by the people of Feihuatang and recruited him into Feihuatang.

He carried out his mission without fear of life and death, and soon received the attention of the court.

The resources he himself got also increased, and his cultivation improved rapidly.

"This time, Feihuatang took over the task of assassinating Senior Brother Han, and I am here again, so I will come." Tang Yunhao looked at Han Muye: "I know that these people won't hurt Senior Brother Han, so I'm just stopping by." ”

Speaking of this, he shook his head and said, "When I get the Golden Lotus Seed, I will leave the Flying Flower Hall, they can't find me." ”

"Why are you leaving?" Han Muye looked at him.

Tang Yunhao was stunned for a moment, staring at Han Muye, and after a while, he lowered his voice: "Senior Brother Han, do you want me to stay in Feihua Hall?" ”