Daylight, white dazzling, no sun.

Some people say that the dark clouds are obscuring the sun, while others say that the sun is hiding behind the dark clouds, but it is an indisputable fact that the sun is about to set.

On this day, there was suddenly no wind in Yunzhou City, probably the wind also knew, and the turmoil at the annual meeting had subsided, so he died down and hid.

Yuehelou, the largest restaurant in Yunzhou, has lost the hustle and bustle of the past, and only the sound of the shopkeeper's abacus echoes in the hall.

"He's been waiting here for a long time, who the hell is he waiting for? Xiao Er quietly pointed to the only guest in the restaurant, a young man in white sitting at the window, and asked in a low voice.

The shopkeeper stared at Xiao Er fiercely, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What do you call him? That is Han Chuang, the eldest young master of the Han family in Yunzhou, the strongest of the younger generation in Yunzhou." ”

The winner is the prince, the loser is Kou, and the people in Yunzhou seem to have forgotten Lin Jiangxue, and instead called Han Chuang to hang on his lips, whether it is Brother Gongzi or an ordinary shopkeeper, maybe the new shopkeeper is the only one who is not familiar with him.

Xiao Er shrunk his neck, glanced at Han Chuang secretly, and whispered: "He's Han Chuang?

The shopkeeper's eyes froze, glared at Xiao Er, and reprimanded: "Do your business well, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." But even he couldn't help but glance at the door, the young master of the Han family chartered Yue Helou, and the person he was waiting for must not be simple.

The sun was setting, shining red on half of the sky, and the light was cast on the papier-mottled window paper, reflecting mottled traces, and a Taoist priest in his fifties and wearing a gold-trimmed Taoist robe walked into the restaurant and walked straight to Han Chuang.

"It turned out to be him!" The shopkeeper thought of the person who came, it was the justice of the annual meeting of the two clans, Zhao Hanxiao, the elder of the Luoxia Sect, "What is he doing here?" When he was thinking, he suddenly felt a sudden coldness in his body.

When he looked up, two cold eyes shot at him, and the shopkeeper was so frightened that he didn't dare to look at it anymore - Zhao Hanxiao was not a good person.

After teaching the ignorant shopkeeper a lesson, he took square steps, Shi Shiran walked to Han Chuang and sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, and said, "Young Master Han, how are you thinking about it?"

In fact, today it was Zhao Hanxiao who made an appointment to meet Han Chuang, not Han Chuang, and the purpose of the appointment was also very simple, wanting Han Chuang to join the Luoxia Sect;

Yes, Zhao Hanxiao is eager for Han Chuang, and the two of them know this.

Han Chuang raised his eyelids slightly, and replied softly, "I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint Elder Zhao, the Green Bamboo Sect has always been my first choice." ”

Zhao Hanxiao listened to this answer, and said disapprerovitically: "I'm afraid the son of the Han family doesn't understand, although my Luoxia Sect is not as grand as the Qingzhu Sect in terms of momentum, but it is better because of the abundant resources, if you worship the Luoxia Sect, you don't have to compete with other geniuses for resources, I guarantee that the inner gate will fully support your cultivation." ”

Han Chuang raised his wine glass, looked at the sunset and the afterglow of the glass, smiled, and said:

"I have a problem, it's not something I got myself, and it's uncomfortable to use, so I can only be embarrassed. He raised his head to meet Zhao Hanxiao's cold gaze, and did not shy away from it or back down.

Zhao Hanxiao was secretly annoyed in his heart, and using his status as an elder of the Luoxia Sect to invite Han Chuang to join the inner gate was already condescending, but he didn't expect Han Chuang to appreciate it at all.

He couldn't help but secretly said in his heart: "Okay, another person who doesn't know how to lift, I want to see how you return to the Qingzhu Sect safely." His face remained unchanged, but the clenched fists under him already showed his determination.

Putting away his vicious thoughts, Zhao Hanxiao sighed, and pretended to regret: "I have seen many geniuses, but there are always only a few who succeed in the end, why? They went the wrong way, I don't want the son of the Han family to go the wrong way, that's really a pity." ”

Han Chuang couldn't help laughing, put the wine glass to his lips, and drank it all, the clear liquid flowed into his throat, bringing a hot touch.

He said, "What if it's right, what's wrong? That's the path I chose, and I don't bother with it." I'm not here to join the Luoxia Sect, but to tell you something-"

His gaze coldly swept over Zhao Hanxiao's stiff cheeks, "I know everything you do." ”

Zhao Hanxiao's heart bulged, and an ominous premonition surged into his heart: "What did he know? Could it be that he knew about Lin Ping?"

Before finding Han Chuang, he also found Lin Ping and asked this swordsman to join the Luoxia Sect; he thought that he would be captured, but he didn't expect to be rejected by Lin Ping, and in anger, he issued a killing order to Lin Ping.

Naturally, this matter could not be put on the table, so he could only sneer and pretend to be stupid: "I don't understand what the Han family said? What did I do?"

Han Chuang's gaze was cast outside the window, at this moment the sun had completely set, and only the afterglow of the setting sun was scorching the western sky.

"You know what I'm talking about, I heard that the Songyang Divine Palm of the Luoxia Sect will produce yin when practiced to the depths. ”

"How could he know the secret of the Songyang Divine Palm!"

Zhao Hanxiao just wanted to explain, but saw Han Chuang smile and greeted the air: "Lin Ping, let's go." A gray shadow flashed out of nowhere, standing beside him, who was not Lin Ping.

At this moment, Lin Ping's eyes were a little stiff, where did he look injured, he didn't look at Zhao Hanxiao, and said to Han Chuang respectfully: "Young master, are you leaving?"

Han Chuang frowned and said, "How many times have you said it, don't call me young master." Turning his head, he said to Zhao Hanxiao with a smile: "You have seen, Lin Family Lin Ping, he is already ready to worship my Qingzhu Sect."

Zhao Hanxiao saw Lin Ping appear, as if he was seeing a ghost, his eyes were full of horror,

"You, you......" He pointed at Lin Ping speechless.

Han Chuang smiled, took Lin Ping out of Yue Crane Tower, and threw out a silver ingot when he arrived at the door, "No need to look for it." As soon as the voice arrived, the figure had already disappeared into the afterglow of the setting sun.

Back at Han's house, Han Chuang met Han Dongshan who was sitting in the hall, and Han Dongshan looked at Han Chuang:

"You went to see Zhao Hanxiao?" he asked.

"Yes. Han Chuang replied.

"You rejected him?" Han Dongshan asked again, his eyes shooting at Han Chuang like fire.

Han Chuang didn't panic, and replied slowly: "That's right, I rejected him." The tone is natural, neither humble nor arrogant.

Han Dongshan looked at Han Chuang, Han Chuang looked at Han Dongshan, the two looked at each other, and the atmosphere was solemn.

Han Dongshan walked towards Han Chuang, and said as he walked: "So you must be Zhao Hanxiao's hand?"

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "It's not him, if I'm not mistaken, what he is good at should be swordsmanship, if he wants to kill someone, he will definitely use a sword, not a palm technique that he is not good at." ”

Han Dongshan held his chin in his hand, revealing a thoughtful look: "So there is another person from the Luoxia Sect?"

Han Chuang said: "That's right, and it should be one of the inner disciples." ”

Han Dongshan raised his head, looked at Han Chuang, and said suspiciously, "How do you know?"

Han Chuang replied: "I have checked Lin Ping's injury, a palm on the back is just imprinted on the back of the chest, and the strength passes through the body, forming a palm print on the front, this palm should be a sneak attack, and the strength of the sneak attacker has definitely not broken through the Huayuan, if it is a sneak attack by a master of the Huayuan period, even if Lin Ping's heart grows on the right, it is impossible to survive." ”

Han Dongshan's gaze fell on Han Chuang's face, as if he wanted to reacquaint himself with this son who had been away from home for a long time.

"Yes, you have observed very carefully, the person who attacked Lin Ping is likely to be an inner disciple of the Luoxia Sect," Han Dongshan changed his words and said solemnly, "But there is one thing you did wrong. ”

"Go find Zhao Hanxiao, right?" Han Chuang said with a smile.

"You don't want you to be in any danger. Han Dongshan said, and then shook his head, although the time to meet was not much, it was enough for him to understand Han Chuang's tenacity, and when he decided, he would never give up because of his opposition.

Han Dongshan said solemnly: "That's it, you stay by my side for the past few days and try not to leave the Han family." ”

Han Chuang shook his head and said, "They won't make a move if they stay by your side, and you protect me for a while, but you can't protect me for a lifetime, there are some things that I have to face by myself." ”

Han Dongshan just wanted to speak, but was interrupted by Han Chuang: "Needless to say, I can handle this matter myself, but I am a disciple of the Luoxia Sect, I already know that his strength is around the Great Perfection of Replenishment, and he has cultivated the Songyang Divine Palm to an extremely high realm, but he doesn't know anything about me, what else is there to be afraid of?"

"Don't forget that there is also a Zhao Hanxiao!" Han Dongshan said hurriedly.

Han Chuang couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Isn't there still you, I'll give him a chance to do it tonight, and you just need to find Elder Zhao to drink, I want to see what kind of expression Zhao Hanxiao will have when he knows that he has lost an inner disciple!"

Han Dongshan looked at Han Chuang's serious expression, shook his head helplessly, and said, "Okay, I will cooperate with you." ”

It was night, there was no moon, no stars, and the sky was like a huge ink disk.

Han Chuang walked alone on the edge of the Xunyang River, the hanging willow concealed his figure, only a faint figure, the iconic white scribe's robe, in the dark night, was particularly conspicuous, but it was a wooden sword hanging from his waist, which was easy for people to ignore its existence.

Isn't Han Chuang afraid to lure the enemy with his body?

He didn't think he wasn't afraid, in fact, the heart embedded in the back of the musculoskeletal was "plopping" and beating at a rate far faster than normal.

He was nervous, even scared, but there was no way, if he didn't lure out this potential killer, it would only make him even more uneasy, at this moment his biggest reliance was the deep-sea ironwood sword hanging from his waist - no one knew that he knew how to swordsmanship, even if it was a child of the Han family, he thought that the wooden sword was just a ridiculous decoration, but he didn't understand, behind the ridiculousness often hidden murderous intentions.

A passer-by approached, wearing a hat and a stumbling garment, dressed in coarse cloth and a quail coat, and looked no different from an ordinary street beggar, except that the same way he walked was one foot deep and one foot shallow, making him look like a cripple.

A beggar, a cripple, Han Chuang's eyes lit up; how could a beggar walk around the Xunyang River in the middle of the night when no one was around, and how could the cripple control the length of his stride unchanged, although the cold air on the Xunyang River in spring was far less cold than in the middle of winter, it was not something that an ordinary beggar in tattered clothes could bear.

Han Chuang smiled coldly and said in his heart: "It's you!"

The cripple slowly approached, but Han Chuang became more and more calm. The moment the two of them staggered, the cripple leaned and suddenly fell down.

"What's wrong with you?"

Han Chuang pretended to reach out to help, and at the same time turned on the ability to enter the micro. I saw that the beggar took advantage of the opportunity to fall, rubbed against his body, slapped his palm under his elbow, and slapped him on the lower abdomen at a very fast speed.

Han Chuang had already seen through the enemy's movements, so he naturally wouldn't let him succeed, and shouted: "Songyang Divine Palm! It's you!"

At the same time, he drew his sword and slashed at the top of the enemy's head; this move was very sinister, which caught people off guard, but the enemy's martial arts skills were also extremely exquisite, and he slapped Han Chuang's wrist with a palm, forcing Han Chuang to change his move, and with a twist of his wrist, a sword swept out; at the same time, the beggar's second chapter slapped his palm at Han Chuang's sword spine.

only heard the sound of "Zheng", like the sound of metal colliding, the two of them left as soon as they touched it, and both sides were secretly frightened.

Han Chuang looked up and saw that the hat of the person he was fighting against had already landed, revealing a gloomy face, about thirty years old, with a pointed face and an eagle nose, and a thin body like a dry javelin.

His palms condensed a layer of metallic silver light, which was particularly dazzling in the dark night.

"I heard that you have an ability to predict, I didn't believe it, but now I try it, and it's true. The beggar laughed, his voice "gurgling" in his throat like the hiss of an old speaker.

Han Chuang stared at him coldly, and did not speak, his subtle ability made him know the enemy in front of him well, this is an opponent who replenishes his body and is even half-step Yuanyuan.

The beggar saw that Han Chuang didn't speak, but he didn't care, and said to himself: "No wonder Elder Zhao admires you so much, it's a pity that it's ......"

Han Chuang secretly said in his heart: "The silver light on this beggar's palm is the effect of the Songyang Divine Palm being cultivated to an extremely high level, and the palm is as hard as metal; ”

Unlike the Qingzhu Sect's inner sect, the leader of the inner gate of the Luoxia Sect is also the strength of the half-step Huayuan, but it changes like this, Han Chuang also feels the huge pressure, and unconsciously, he holds the wooden sword in his hand tighter.

He sneered and said, "What is a pity?"

The beggar smiled and said, "It's a pity that you are not interested and don't want to join my Luoxia Sect, so you have today's murder." "This is indeed the case, if Han Chuang joins the Luoxia Sect, he can naturally avoid all dangers, but if that is the case, Han Chuang will not be Han Chuang.

He laughed angrily and shouted, "You are so sure that it is me who will die, I think it will be you!"

The beggar "giggled" and laughed, "Good, good, good, I have not seen such an arrogant person in the inner sect of Luoxia Sect Huang Han for a long time, and he is actually only an outer disciple of the Qingzhu Sect, you look down on my Luoxia Sect, today I will let you see the power of the inner disciple of the Luoxia Sect!"

Before the words fell, the martial artist who called himself Huang Han smiled, spread his hands, stood with his eyes closed, and a purple arc of "zizi" sound faintly appeared behind him, and the sky above his head came out, and another cloud of electricity faintly appeared.

Han Chuang's eyes flashed, he had thought about many possibilities, but he didn't expect that this inner disciple of the Luoxia Sect named Huang Han actually had a domineering electric martial soul among the natural martial souls.

Purple lightning thunder - the name of this martial soul is recorded in the Qingzhu Sect.