Click, click, click......

After a snowstorm all the way, I finally arrived at the place before dark.

Jiang Wujian rode a little black horse on the streets of Lingshan Town, the brim of his hat and shoulders were covered with a layer of snowflakes, and his eyelashes were the same.

Although he looked like he was about to freeze to death, he didn't feel any discomfort in his body.

The cultivation at the peak of the Distraction Realm has already surpassed ordinary people by too much, not to mention the blessing of heart fire.

Although it was a cold winter, nothing would happen even if Jiang Wujian was allowed to lie naked in the snow for three days and three nights.

……

"Squeak-"

"Huhuhu......"

The door of the inn was pushed open, and the wind and snow poured in from the outside in an instant.

The person who was sheltering from the wind and snow in the house couldn't help but frown, and found that the person who came was wearing a black official suit.

Fengtian knife wielder?

Didn't these living Hades just come a few days ago? Again?

Everyone silently turned their gaze away, trying not to have any contact with Jiang Wujian as much as possible.

It's not that they don't want to be involved with officials, it's just that they simply don't want to have an affair with the sword-wielding man of Fengtiansi......

Although Jiang Jieyuan's name resounded throughout the capital, it was not yet known to everyone.

In addition, Jiang Wujian would look a little vicissitudes, if it weren't for the aura-like costume on his body, Jiang Wuji would be no different from a chivalrous warrior in the rivers and lakes, and a passer-by in Hongchen

It's normal that no one can recognize this town.

It's okay, Jiang Wuxi prefers this, so it saves a lot of trouble.

"Yo, is the poor master a sharp boy? ……”

The fat-headed and round-eared shopkeeper greeted him in person, with a smile on his face, for fear of provoking the living Hades in front of him.

Jiang Wuxi knew that Qing Han had come to check before.

This inn was the place where the thieves discussed at that time.

And he came here just to check again, and he didn't have the idea of embarrassing anyone.

"I want that room."

Jiang Wuxi pointed to the guest room on the corner of the second floor, and then took out a small bag of broken silver and threw it to the shopkeeper.

"Help feed the horses, ask for concentrate feed, and get another pound of rice wine and four taels of beef."

However, the shopkeeper looked at the money bag in his hand, and then looked at Jiang Wuji, and his face was embarrassed: "This ......"

"What? Questions? ”

"Back to the words of the messenger...... That, that......"

The shopkeeper stubbornly said: "That guest room has just been occupied, so it's ......good to change the room for the poor master."

Without waiting for the shopkeeper to finish speaking, Jiang Wuji's gaze fell on the closed door.

"Someone just stayed?"

"yes, yes."

"Someone."

"This, this ......"

Seeing the shopkeeper's hesitant appearance, Jiang Wujian knew that something was wrong.

Immediately, he jumped to the door of the guest room with his feet strong.

This room was the room where the thieves were meeting at that time.

The original plan was to rent it for one night and see if I could find any clues in the room.

Although Qing Han was captured by the Red Lotus Sect, the cause was that he came here to investigate the assassination of Yong'an by the thieves.

In the absence of any useful clues, it is best to follow the footsteps of the former again.

Of course, Jiang Wujian can also go back to the capital directly to question Ye Wuming now.

But according to Ye Wuming's temperament, coupled with his cultivation of the unity of man and man.

Questioning him is no different from vain effort, and asking in vain......

Jiang Wujian let out a long mouthful, and Dantian Qiyuan quietly roared.

Although there was a door, through his divine sense, everything in the room was reflected in his mind.

Even the ants hiding in the beams of the house could not escape the detection of the divine sense.

At this moment.

Directly in front of Jiang Wuji, there was a person.

Between the two was a thin wooden door.

Because the other party was also a monk, and he was also using his divine sense to observe Jiang Wuji's situation, the divine consciousness of the two had already begun a gladiatorial battle silently.

Although he couldn't see the appearance of the other party clearly, he could basically be sure from the outline that the person who was facing him across the door at this moment was a burly and tall barbarian!

In addition to being burly, most of the northern barbarians are mainly dressed in animal skins.

Compared with Dali's gold-inlaid jade, the barbarians preferred to use the bones of various animals as ornaments.

Coupled with the harsh environment of Beimang, the skin of the barbarians is basically dark and rough, so as long as they can not be camouflaged, the barbarians can basically recognize it at a glance.

In the consciousness of God.

The barbarians in the room were dressed in animal skins, and the weapons in their hands were similar in shape to long sticks, and most of them were sticks.

Let the northern barbarians move in, no wonder the shopkeeper didn't dare to speak.

"Fengtiansi handles the case! Open the door! ”

Jiang Wujian roared in a deep voice, but there was a provocative response from inside.

"Fengtensi? What is it? Da Li's dog...... Hehehe. ”

The people started directly, and Jiang Wujian didn't need to hesitate any longer.

However, at the moment when Jiang Wujian was about to make a move, a little black shadow quickly enlarged, and then ......

"Whoa!"

The door burst open, and the wind wrapped the sawdust like a sharp arrow.

At the same time, a barbarian with a lion tattoo on his hand was holding a cyan stone stick, piercing Jiang Wuji's chest and abdomen!

It is said that barbarians like to be positive and tough.

And that's the result?

Even if it's a sneak attack, it's still close to the face?

Although Jiang Wuji was shocked for a moment, he was still at a loss and couldn't deal with it.

No matter how you say that you are a monk at the peak of distraction, this kind of small scene is still not a threat.

I saw that Jiang Wujian first shook his wide sleeved robe, and Qi Yuan rolled up those sawdust like arrows, followed by a sword stab.

"Ding!"

The tip of the sword slammed into the stone stick.

Suddenly, the manic wave of qi swept like a sword, the planks under his feet were broken, and even the roof above was opened!

Wind and snow whirring in.

After the people downstairs saw this scene, they ran out, for fear of being affected.

The sudden collision also alarmed the tenants in the other rooms.

"The earth dragon turned over?"

"I'm a mother, what's wrong?"

"Who's so noisy? Is there any merit, virtue, virtue...... Hehe, the two continued. ”

“……”

Jiang Wujian ignored the voices around him.

A sword and a stick have not yet separated, and the two of them have squirming on their foreheads.

The surging darkness was indistinguishable, Jiang Wujian couldn't force back the cyan stone stick in the barbarian's hand, and the barbarian couldn't suppress his ink sword.

Each of them held their breath in their chests, and if anyone spoke first or slowed down at this time, then this breath would naturally disperse.

As soon as the gas disperses, this first round of confrontation will inevitably lose.

And the next face is likely to be a lethal set of combos for the opponent......

The moment he saw the lion tattoo on the other party's arm, Jiang Wujian remembered the information that the tiger hand had said.

If nothing else, the barbarian in front of him is the person behind the assassination of Yong'an.

As for why he took the initiative to show up, for now, he can only subdue him first.

At this moment, the barbarian's gaze froze, and his ferocious intent was undisguised.

The cyan stone stick in his hand began to change, and from the place where he held it, a layer of dirt seemed to appear on the outside of the stone stick, and it would soon spread to the place where it was connected with the ink sword.

Seeing this situation, Jiang Wujian couldn't help but be stunned.

Is this spleen?

Qi Yuan who practice this has no attributes at the beginning, and later through special exercises, Qi Yuan can be attached to the corresponding attributes.

The most common of these is naturally the power of the five elements.

Heart fire, liver wood, spleen soil, lung gold, kidney water.

Jiang Wuji's cultivation was heart fire, and now he could summon white-gold flames, and he could control the surrounding flames to a certain extent.

And right now, this makes people feel suffocated, the body is like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and the feet are like a strange force stuck in the quagmire, it must be the spleen and soil among the five elements!

Speaking of which, this was the first time Jiang Wuji had encountered Qi Yuan, a monk with an earth attribute.

So he immediately didn't dare to have any support, his wrist moved, and the blade of the sword turned on the stone stick.

Heartfire!

"Burn!"

The scorching heat rose instantly, and the snowflakes that had not had time to drift in turned directly into rain, and the rain evaporated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

White-gold flames enveloped the ink sword.

Under the barbarian's gaze of disbelief, the blade of the sword seemed to turn into a catharsis.

Suddenly.

Waves of fire erupted.

Heat wave emptying!