The two masters that Han Chuang particularly cared about passed the test lightly, and they didn't show too shocking, but they were also ingenious, and only real masters could see the wonders.

Of course, such a test is nothing to Han Chuang and Nie Qingqing, who have already seen strong winds and waves, and they passed the test with the same effort.

The door opens, and it is pitch black in front of you, and you don't even know where this pitch-black passage leads, whether there is an ambush in front of you, or even whether what is hidden in the darkness is an inexplicable killing machine.

Han Chuang smiled, and his figure disappeared into this darkness.

Walking forward, walking very slowly, not only slowly, but also very carefully, it can be called cautious.

Under the shroud of this darkness, vision has almost no effect, and all Han Chuang can rely on is other perceptions.

The ears – or the sensation of the skin, there is a rhythm of air in the passages, very faint rhythms, almost indiscerning.

After a corner, a bright light appeared in front of him, not too bright, just a faint light, faint like the faint light of a dusk butter lamp.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and strode forward.

At the end of the passage was a study-like room, in which there were three people, one still young, one nearly middle-aged, and the other gray-haired.

The young one was a woman, with red phoenix eyes, hanging eyebrows, plump and rosy lips, and when she laughed, a small wine vortex appeared on the right cheek, and when Han broke in, this wine vortex flashed and disappeared.

The middle-aged man is an ordinary-looking person, the kind of person you may meet in any street market, but will never remember, but he is a little similar to Han Chuang's appearance, but he does not have the rustic atmosphere of Han Chuang's body at this moment, wearing a blue and gray robe, but he has a bit of the look of a teacher.

By the way, he has a three-inch long beard, which is half gray and half white, and his face is also mixed with the color of wind and frost.

Compared with the middle-aged man, the old man with gray temples looked very powerful, his eyes were as sharp as two knives, and the wrinkles on his face were like the glory and majesty of his life carved into the seal; he wore a gray robe, and a belt inlaid with jade was tied around his waist, and the collar and cuffs of the robe and the edge of the belt were inlaid with a circle of gold.

It is a real gold edge, a gold edge woven of gold wire.

These three people are definitely different types of people, but one thing is the same: when Han broke into the room, the eyes of the three people focused on him, and the three pressures also pressed on his body at the same time.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, relieved this pressure like a spring breeze, and did not have any politeness, he sat straight on an empty chair and closed his eyes directly.

He really closed his eyes and recuperated, and he didn't look at these three people, as if the three different and special people in front of him were three balls of air.

The strange silence echoed in the small room, and after a long time, the young girl finally opened the silence and asked, "Your name is Li Dazhu?"

Han Chuang opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at the girl out of the corner of his eye, with a smile on her face, and a swirl of wine on her cheeks, but anyone could see that this smile was very polite and polite - a formulaic smile, although far from hypocritical, was definitely not sincere enough.

"Yes, the contemptible person is Li Dazhu. ”

"You're lying!" the girl raised her eyebrows and shouted, "This is obviously a pseudonym, who are you and what is the purpose of coming here?"

Han Chuang sneered slightly: "Whether it's a pseudonym or a real name, now my name is Li Dazhu, if you ask me who it is, I can only tell you that my name is Li Dazhu, as for what the purpose is—whatever you want to do, I will do it." ”

"What if I want you to die?" said the girl, sympathetic.

Han Chuang sneered: "Then I will also want you to die." ”

The girl said, "I'm afraid you don't have the strength!" In the scream, a sword light stabbed like Bai Lian.

Han Chuang carried his hands behind his back, didn't move, and let the sword light approach, and the sword light stopped abruptly half an inch in front of his throat. The bright white sword light reflected a layer of snow on his eyebrows, but his Adam's apple could still stand still under Sen Han's sword qi, and the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, how it was at the beginning, and how it is now, as if it will be like this in the future.

The girl handed the long sword in her hand forward for half a minute, the tip of the sword pressed against Han Chuang's throat, the flesh sank, and at this moment, it only took a little more force to pierce the throat.

The girl's wrist did not tremble, it was as stable as iron, it can be seen that she is a good hand with a sword, but it is far from a swordsman, she does not have the arrogance and fearlessness of a swordsman, but if you only talk about the use of a sword, it is above the level.

The girl said in a deep voice, "You think I won't dare to kill you?"

Han Chuang's skin was stabbed by the cold sword qi, but he still remained silent, and said with a faint smile: "Naturally you won't dare, there is nothing in this world that Miss Wei doesn't dare, am I right?"

Han Chuang was still suspicious before, but when he saw this sword, he was completely sure that the girl in front of him was Wei Hongqiong, the only daughter who suppressed Wei Zhenye.

The snow is condensed, the pearl is dotted with lips, this poem is a poem given to this beautiful woman by the genius of Yunzhou, describing her beauty.

Wei Hongqiong is beautiful, but what really makes her famous in Yunzhou is the sword in her hand, which is a special sword, like a white cloud in the sky.

Therefore, it also got the reputation of the White Cloud Sword.

If this girl is Wei Hongqiong, then the middle-aged man next to her who is not good-looking must be his father Wei Zhenye, as for the old man, Han Chuang is still a little unsure of his identity.

A look of surprise flashed in Wei Hongqiong's eyes, and she said, "You know me?" The sword was still against Han Chuang's throat and did not let go.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "I don't recognize Miss, but I recognize this Baiyun Sword." As soon as the words fell, he flicked his fingers and flicked the white cloud sword away.

No one likes to talk with a sword in their throat, and Han Chuang is no exception.

Wei Hongqiong was shocked, and secretly thought, "Who is this person? From this flick, she knew that the strength of this Li Dazhu in front of her was definitely above her, and even not far from her father, such a person, such a special name, would be unknown in Yunzhou? Wei Hongqiong didn't believe it, didn't believe it at all.

Most likely, he hid his identity.

As soon as Wei Hongqiong wanted to continue the temptation, she heard her father say: "Okay Hong'er, don't try again, this gentleman has no problem." ”

"But he's clearly hiding his identity—"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Wei Zhenye: "What if we hide our identities, we all wear disguises, but some people have been disguised for a long time and have forgotten their true identities, and some people have just started to disguise, am I right, Mr. Li?"

These words were extremely polite and polite, many times more beautiful than Wei Hongqiong's words, but Han Chuang felt creepy, as if there was a demon hidden under the mediocre appearance in front of him.

He smiled slightly and said, "What City Lord Wei said is right, some people's disguises are worn a little longer. He glanced at Wei Zhenye meaningfully, and said, "The three of you are waiting for me here, you won't just question my identity, what about the others, where are they?"

Wei Zhenye smiled: "Everyone else has already left, and you are the only one left." ”

Han Chuang smiled: "Then I should really be nervous." ”

Wei Zhenye said: "You should be nervous, in other people's territory, no one should not be nervous." ”

Han Chuang said: "But I can't get nervous. ”

Wei Zhenye said: "That's because we all know it. ”

Han Chuang laughed and said, "It's a tacit one, I think it's better to take what you need." ”

Wei Zhenye pondered for a moment, as if chewing on this sentence. After a long time, he said, "Yes, it is better to take what you need,"

He said with a straight face: "Mr. Li, I don't ask your name, I don't check your details, and I won't interfere with your behavior in the Linglong Pagoda, just ask for one thing." His eyes were blazing and his eyes were staring at Han Chuang.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and said, "City Lord Wei is too high-minded, do you think that I will definitely be able to enter the last five people?"

Wei Zhenye laughed and laughed.

"If people like Mr. Li can't get in, then I'm afraid no one in this world can get in, celebrities don't say secret words, your strength is a cut above all the players, and it is not a problem to enter the team of the City Lord's Mansion, as for the final test in front of the Linglong Pagoda, if you can enter, you will enter, and if you can't enter, I don't blame Mr. for anything, I just hope that if you really enter the pagoda, Mr. can take care of the little girl. ”

"Daddy!" Wei Hongqiong glanced at Han Chuang with disgust, and said, "Who wants him to take care of it, I can take care of myself!"

Wei Zhenye's face changed, and he reprimanded: "Hong'er, don't talk nonsense, the Southeast Region is not the only one in Yunzhou, do you think that you have some fame in Yunzhou and can run rampant in the Southeast Region?"

Wei Hongqiong lowered her head and didn't dare to make a sound.

Wei Zhenye let out a long sigh and said: "Blame me, your mother died early, and I neglected to discipline you, so that you developed a personality that no one in your eyes is now, not to mention, it is Mr. Li, can you beat him?"

Han Chuang's cheeks twitched twice, and he thought, "Why are your father and daughter angry with me?

Sure enough, although Wei Hongqiong said that she couldn't, she secretly threw two cold glances at Han Chuang, which was undisguised naked coldness.

Han Chuang coughed dryly twice and said, "City Lord Wei is slow, and he doesn't seem to have agreed to anything." ”

"You don't agree?" Wei Zhenye turned his head suddenly, stared at Han Chuang, suddenly laughed, and said: "Don't worry about Mr. Li, if you don't agree, you won't agree, it's just that this selection is organized by the City Lord's Mansion, and if Mr. encounters something and can't find me, it will be troublesome." ”

He furrowed his brow, looking embarrassed.

Han Chuang thought to himself, "Isn't this a threat to me?" Helplessly, Wei Zhenye did have this ability, so he could only say in a low voice: "What City Lord Wei has done is too much. ”

Wei Zhenye smiled: "However, however, I can't do anything for Hong'er." ”

"Daddy-" Wei Hongqiong's eyes suddenly moistened.

She knows what kind of arrogant person her father is, such words, saying that it is a threat, it is more like a pleading, let the always arrogant father beg a person, Wei Hongqiong felt moved and guilty.

But being moved with guilt does not mean that she will accept Han Chuang, at least at this moment, she is still looking at Han Chuang with hostile eyes.

Han Chuang shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "City Lord Wei, do I still have a choice?"

Wei Zhenye squinted and said with a smile: "It seems that there is no choice." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said to Wei Hongqiong in frustration: "Then please forgive Miss Wei." ”

"Humph!"

Wei Hongqiong snorted coldly and didn't look at Han Chuang.

Han Chuang smiled bitterly and thought to himself: "What the hell is going on, I actually have to be a nanny again." ”