[Chapter Word Count:2129 Last Updated:2015-04-2808:24:28.0]

The strategist He Taixu did things neatly and neatly, it was really not false, and at noon the next day, he took Jinhua to Ziyun Peak to watch the play.

In the Ziyun Courtyard, Ye Chuan was lying on a bamboo chair, sipping a pot of fine Yunwu Mountain tea. This tea is a little bitter in the mouth, and then, there is a hint of sweetness, which is evocative. It's a pity that before the cup of tea was finished, Ye Chuan suddenly frowned, sensing a murderous aura from far and near.

"Why are the flies on this mountain so short-sighted, and they can't be extinguished?"

Ye Chuan shook his head, got up and walked out.

Outside the Ziyun Courtyard, a black-clothed man with a jade tree standing tall in the wind came slowly, carrying a long sword on his shoulder.

This man has a handsome face, and he walks out into the streets, and he doesn't know how many women will scream. A pair of eyes, but they are as indifferent as water, cold like two ice springs. Walking very slowly, it seems to be walking in the mountains, but one step is nearly ten meters, it seems to be walking slowly but amazingly, giving people the illusion of unreality. What's even more terrifying is that with each step, the ground shakes, leaving a deep footprint on the ground, which seems to be heavier than a mammoth elephant.

Master!

Is this a master, a monk triple, or a quadruple?

Ye Chuan's pupils constricted.

This was the first time he felt danger after rushing out of the Valley of the Buried Gods and being reincarnated as a human. This is not only because of the strong strength of the man in black, but also because of his eyes.

As a former Great Sage who covered the sky, Ye Chuan had seen a lot of such eyes, this man in black was definitely a guy who killed people without blinking, and he was decisive in killing! Looking at his outfit, he should also be a disciple of the Cloud Mist Sect, but when did the young generation of the Cloud Mist Sect come out with such a figure?

Ye Chuan frowned, searching through the memories in his mind, but unfortunately, he found nothing.

The man in black walked calmly and powerfully, and when he walked ten meters away from Ye Chuan, he suddenly stopped. A pair of sharp eyes, like a knife, fell on Ye Chuan's body coldly, silent.

Ye Chuan was also silent, quietly looking at this uninvited guest.

How many years, 8 million years or 10 million years? He had not met such an opponent for a long, long time, and the murderous aura and heavy challenge that came to his face made people nervous, more familiar and excited, and vaguely returned to the era of covering the sky with one hand.

The voice of Suo Suo came from afar, and the figure was longing.

Not long after the man in black went up the mountain, a large group of people followed him to the outside of the Ziyun Courtyard to see the excitement, and at a glance, Ye Chuan saw several familiar figures.

The fat man Zhao Dazhi came, looking nervous and uneasy, and the spicy and brutal Zhu Sijia also came, also looking nervous. The elite Jinhua of the Alchemy Hall also came, with the inseparable strategist He Taixu, the two of them sneakily hid behind the crowd, different from ordinary people, there was no nervousness and uneasiness on their faces, but instead a grim smile and expectant eyes.

It's him again!

Boy, you're so tired of being alive!

Ye Chuan's eyes flashed coldly, and he probably understood what was going on. The conspiracy failed, Jinhua and his adviser He Taixu made another move, insidious and vicious, more troublesome than a mountain of flies, and he would not give up if he didn't see the coffin. I just don't know where they found a master and how they persuaded him to challenge themselves.

"You, the personal disciple of the head of the sect, Ye Chuan?"

The man in black stared at Ye Chuan coldly, was silent for a long time, and finally took the lead in breaking the silence.

Ye Chuan nodded, "That's right, I'm Ye Chuan, who are you?"

"Nantiandu. ”

The man in black paused word by word and reported his name.

In the crowd of onlookers, there was a sudden exclamation, and Ye Chuan was also stunned, and suddenly remembered someone.

Although the Cloud Mist Sect has been getting worse and worse over the years, after all, the tree is big and deep-rooted, and the sect has a large number of people. In addition to the many miscellaneous servants, the disciples are divided into outer disciples and inner disciples, among which there are ordinary disciples and elite disciples.

After some people get started, they are assigned to places such as the Mountain Patrol Hall, the Refining Hall, and the Alchemy Hall, each performing their own duties, and working hard to earn enough sect points in exchange for exercises and treasures. Some people are different, as soon as they enter the sect, they find a remote place to cultivate alone, they don't ask about the world and are obsessed with the way of cultivation, they lack the support of the sect, and most of them have limited achievements, but there are also many geniuses in history. Nantiandu is a wizard who cultivates alone among the younger generation of the Cloud Mist Sect, and it is rumored that when he was twelve years old, he cultivated alone and broke through to the realm of monks, with vast magical powers, and his cultivation was far above the elite Jinhua of the Alchemy Hall, which was known as a genius.

In the past, Ye Chuan had been closed in Ziyun Peak all the year round, and he was not familiar with many situations in the sect, and he had only heard of the name of Nantiandu, so he never thought that the two would have a confrontation. Unexpectedly, Nantiandu, who had always been in retreat and cultivating without asking about the world, suddenly arrived.

"Once every five days, the time for the challenge has not yet arrived, Senior Brother Tiandu, what are you doing here?" Ye Chuan calmed down and calmed down.

Nan Tiandu, who had always been cold, had a hint of surprise on his face, and glanced Ye Chuan up and down again. It is better to be famous than to meet, and it is said that the senior brother Ye Chuan is extremely mediocre, but in his eyes, Ye Chuan in front of him is better than any disciple, and this calm and calm alone makes many people inferior, and he said coldly: "Kill." ”

It's crazy!

That's bold and straightforward!

The onlookers exclaimed again, and the fat man Zhao Dazhi was even more stunned with his mouth wide open.

No matter how mediocre Ye Chuan is, he is still nominally a big disciple of the sect, and he is the senior brother of the younger generation of disciples. Anyone who does not follow the rules and does not follow the rules is a violation of the law and a felony committed as follows. A few days ago, when he was going to beat Ye Chuan in the dark, the little fat man Zhao Dazhi was nervous and covered his face, who has the courage and courage of Nantiandu?

"Hahaha, okay, come on. However, can you sue me first, why?" Ye Chuan laughed, the powerful Nantian was even more arrogant and arrogant than he expected, however, he liked it.

If you want to slowly become stronger, and even become a big master again, you not only need to cultivate, but also need an opponent like Nantiandu!

"Kill you, and the three factions will compete in the big competition, and the sect will not be humiliated. The Great Elder doesn't want to be a wicked person, so let me be this wicked person in the south of the heavens!"

Nan Tiandu stepped out slowly, and the next moment, his body was in front of Ye Chuan in a flash, and the change of speed and speed was only in an instant. With a sonorous sound, he pulled out the heavy sword behind his back and stabbed it out.

Ye Chuan looked up, and the tall figure of Nantian was gone, his eyes were full of dazzling sword light, and an extremely dangerous aura came from far and near. On the ground, a deep furrow appeared like a plough, spreading straight over, and a piercing sound of breaking the air sounded in my ears.

What a strong sword qi!

Everyone was frightened and hurriedly retreated.

The sword qi brought up alone is so powerful, how can Nantiandu's sword be blocked? Will Ye Chuan, who bear the brunt of the attack, be dismantled into eight pieces, or will he be ground into meat sauce by a sword?

Everyone gasped and their faces were tense, but Jinhua, who was standing behind the crowd, held his head high and laughed.

"Hahaha, boy, go die! want to fight me, rob my woman?"

Jinhua's face was hideous, and the bitterness of many days was swept away!