Northwest, Yumen Pass.

At this time, it is the midwinter season, the cold wind is howling like a knife, and the heavy snow is scattered one after another, burying all the yellow sand for thousands of miles.

However, it is in these seasons, inside and outside the Yumen Pass, merchants are still coming and going, and it is very lively.

The more this season of slaughter, the more there is a lack of supplies outside the customs, the more merchants can earn a lot of money, Hugh said that the road is difficult to travel in the rain and snow season, that is, the sky is under the knife, as long as you can make money, there are still few caravans to come and go.

Zhao Ji Tavern is located in the Yumen Gate, the dragon and snake are mixed, it is the first choice for business travelers to inquire about the news, not to mention, the burning knife of this tavern is three points stronger than the wine next to the Guan, and it is very popular with people in the rivers and lakes.

At this time, the snow was falling heavily, and the tavern was already full of friends, and a burly, red-faced man squeezed in with great difficulty, found an empty seat, and shouted anxiously: "Burn the knife, burn the knife for three catties!" ”

This person was wearing a shabby fur coat, and a red rosacea nose was very eye-catching, and he looked like a destitute drunkard, but when he made a move, a golden ingots were slapped on the table.

The shopkeeper saw the gold, where was the customer's dress, busy with wine and food, busy before and after, so not enthusiastic.

"Speaking of heroes, who is a hero in the world!"

A storyteller dressed in a green shirt and a small hat patted the wood, and preached at the mouth: "Today, when it comes to the high level of martial arts, no one can compare with the old fairy Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren of Wudang Mountain, but his disciples and grandchildren are even more good, first the little sword god Mo Li fought alone with two major heads, one person and one sword, and the two major factions of Kunlun and Huashan bowed their heads and begged for mercy, and then the Wudang Seven Heroes came out together, and faced the four major factions of 13 martial arts masters with the Zhenwu Seven Interception Formation, and the day was dark, and the Shaolin monks each performed their own life skills, But it was the True Martial Emperor who was summoned by the formation and was defeated by his divine power......"

"Hey! You say something fresh, I'm tired of hearing about Wudang! One shouted.

Everyone below suddenly clamored, a big battle in Wudang was a few months ago, except for the local people in Yumen Pass, I don't know how many times I have heard of it from outside!

The storyteller arched his hand towards everyone and said with a smile: "Since you don't want to hear it, then let's tell you something new and interesting about the little sword god, and I hope you have a money field......

Syllable!

A gold ingot flew out from the side and landed on the table in front of him with a crisp sound.

Everyone looked up and saw that it was the handwriting of the big man with a wine trough nose.

I saw that he put down the wine bowl and said calmly: "Tell me more about Mo Li's news, I like to hear the deeds of such young heroes the most." ”

The storyteller put away the gold, weighed it, and suddenly had a smile on his face even more, and he said: "Ladies and gentlemen, listen well, two months ago, this little sword god of the Wudang Sect rushed out of the Yumen Pass single-handedly and did a lot of great things. It is rumored that he hurried to Hami, and on the day of the wedding of the master of the King Kong Gate, he picked the four great King Kongs with his sword and wiped out all the masters of the martial arts sect outside the gate. Then the retreat did not come out, it was suspected that there was a breakthrough in the martial arts, and when he came out of the customs half a month ago, the sword intent rushed into the sky, and ten thousand swords echoed within a radius of more than ten miles, so it was not spectacular......"

"The sword intent is soaring into the sky, and ten thousand swords echo?!"

The wine bowl in the big man's hand shook slightly.

"Exactly!"

The storyteller said excitedly: "It is rumored that this is the sword intent that can only be comprehended by the world's top masters, this little sword god is only sixteen years old, the martial arts are high, the swordsmanship is strong, and he is chasing Zhang Sanfeng Zhang Zhenren, I am afraid that it will not be many years before he can win the throne of the world's first master!" ”

"That's a bit of a hype."

A businessman from the south said: "My brother-in-law is a Shaolin lay disciple, his master once said that when the world's first-class master wants to enter the top of the realm, he must break through the death barrier of the second vein of Ren Du, Mo Li is superior in swordsmanship, and then amazing and gorgeous, in the end he is still young, the background is not enough, and he does not break this level, no matter how famous you are, how good your qualifications, in the end it will never be possible to win the first place in the world!" ”

"Yes, there is this saying, Mo is still young in the end, but he has a little reputation, but I am afraid that it is also obtained by relying on the Wudang Seven Heroes, and the rumors in the rivers and lakes cannot be believed." Someone should make peace.

There are very few top masters in the world, and the two ways of righteousness and demons plus the Yuan Court are also only a handful, and many martial arts factions in the rivers and lakes are not allowed to sit at the top of the world, and the difficulty can be imagined.

A group of them were there arguing about whether Mo Li's martial arts reputation was true or false, but the big man with a wine trough nose put down the wine bowl and let out a long breath.

He has his own sources, and he knows that on Wudang Mountain, Mo Li has indeed shown sword intent and combat power far beyond ordinary first-class masters, but it is difficult for him to know whether it is true or false in the desert outside the gate.

But at a young age, even if he has done a lot of great things outside the gate, in just a few months, it is almost impossible to make a breakthrough in martial arts.

He relaxed slightly, enjoying the fine spirits of this northwest land that are different from the Central Plains, and as long as Mo Li has never set foot in that realm, he will never be his opponent, this is the confidence brought to him by the magic skills that have been inherited for hundreds of years in the gang and his victories in the rivers and lakes over the years!

"Helper!"

At this moment, a dignified man squeezed in from outside and shouted, "Helper, the idea has appeared at the Jade Gate." ”

He raised his eyebrows, immediately put the wine bowl aside, and said, "Go, please come over!" ”

The man answered yes and slipped out of the crowd, but a young man strode in before he could make a cup of tea.

This person has a handsome face, chic white clothes, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a warm temperament, which makes people feel very good.

However, he held a sheathed long sword in his hand, the style was simple, but there was a faint fierce aura rushing towards him.

But he saw him looking around at everyone, and then his eyes fell on the big man with a wine trough, and said loudly: "I don't know who asked me to meet here?" ”

The crowd was startled by his voice, and for a moment they were silent, not knowing who he was looking for.

At this moment, the wine trough-nosed man stood up and arched his hand at him: "I have heard your Excellency's name for a long time, and when I see it today, it is really worthy of its name, but this is not the place to do it, the three-mile city god temple outside the east city gate, you and I will not see you or leave." ”

After that, he didn't wait for the other party's reply, and he took up the light work, and disappeared into the tavern in three strokes and two clicks.

The young man smiled, calmly, and walked out unhurriedly, but in the blink of an eye, he also disappeared from everyone's field of vision.

The storyteller was about to continue his business when he saw that everyone was gone, but he saw the merchant from the south look shocked and excited.

"Little ...... The little sword god is inseparable! He blurted out, shocked.

"What!"

Everyone present was stunned and surprised.

"He's going to fight someone!"

Suddenly, a person shouted loudly.

When the drinkers in the tavern heard this, they thought back to the conversation just now, and they didn't care about drinking the wine anymore, and they all went outside......