He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes showed ecstasy.

"In this way, if I practice all these martial arts, I will definitely be able to rank among the second-rate martial artists." Li Yanchu said in his heart.

Second-rate martial artists can already start a sect in the rivers and lakes, and they are all well-known masters wherever they are placed.

How can Li Yanchu not be happy!

The successive evil incidents made Li Yanchu deeply aware of the danger of this world.

His own Taoism is not advanced enough, and martial arts are the biggest reliance at present!

......

As the Tsing Yi temple fair approached, a small Wei city gathered three sects and nine streams.

The proprietress of the Taiping Inn smiled from ear to ear.

Business this year is much better than usual.

The proprietress didn't know if it was because the business was good, or if Li Yanchu said yesterday that she liked her sister a little more, and she would cook in person today.

Stir-fried a few side dishes for Li Yanchu.

attracted the admiration of the guys in the inn.

"It's worthy of being the first to say, and you can let the proprietress cook by yourself."

"I think the proprietress is a good match for Yan Chudao."

The guys of the Taiping Inn, since the last time Li Yanchu came out for him, he has respected this Yanchu Taoist from the bottom of his heart.

In their opinion, if the young and handsome man is long, if he can marry the proprietor, it is indeed a beautiful thing.

Again, there are people in the inn who cover it.

In their opinion, Li Yanchu is not only strong in martial arts, but also has a very good friendship with the county king.

Of course, in fact, it is an exaggeration that Wang Zhutou has always intended to befriend Li Yanchu.

Xu Zhixian, the leader of Weicheng, also looked at Li Yanchu with blue eyes.

Including several well-known wealthy businessmen in the city, Li Yanchu was the guest.

In such a context, how can the guys of the Taiping Inn not like something happening to Li Yanchu and his own proprietress.

It's just that the guy who was talking and laughing suddenly felt a cold swish in his neck.

Looking back, Fang Qinglan, who was carrying an iron sword, was standing behind them.

"Yo, it's Miss Qinglan." The guy greeted him cordially.

Fang Qinglan bowed slightly.

Walked straight away, leaving behind two guys who looked at each other.

Although Fang Qinglan has a cold temperament, she will still greet them when she sees them.

He is very gentle with people.

But what's going on today?

When Li Yanchu was eating, he suddenly felt a burst of sword energy.

With his current martial arts cultivation, his five senses are extremely acute.

But when he raised his head, the formidable sword aura disappeared again.

I only saw Fang Qinglan's back leaving with an iron sword.

"Strange, am I mistaken?" Li Yanchu shook his head.

Recently, in Wei City, Miss Gongzi, the rivers and lakes are reckless, literati and ink writers, gentry and wealthy businessmen have gathered here.

It is inevitable that there will be one or two martial arts masters.

Especially those suave young heroes, fresh clothes and angry horses, the Tsing Yi Temple Fair is approaching, and there are a lot of people in Wei City.

Wang Zhutou has been entangled in official business recently, not only to be responsible for the security of Weicheng, but also to give him a headache with the many corpses involved in Zhangjiazhuang last time.

I feel like my hair is starting to go bald.

Not only that, but last night, someone found the bones of a monk in the mountains.

Half of his body seemed to be torn apart by some terrifying beast.

When the hunters who went up the mountain found it, there was only a burden and half a corpse.

There was another murder, which made Wang Zhutou exhausted.

It wasn't until it was close to curfew that Wang Zhutou rushed to Qingyun Temple.

"Wang Zhutou, why are you here?" Li Yanchu asked.

"Long talk, Wang Mou has been busy with official business these days, otherwise he should have come to bother him a long time ago."

"One is to thank you, and the other is to send the yamen's reward."

Li Yanchu said with a smile: "Killing demons and destroying demons is a matter of duty, what kind of thanks, and besides, the reward of the yamen still needs Wang Zhutou to run in person." ”

Wang Zhutou shook his head, took out a few silver tickets from his arms, and handed them to Li Yanchu: "This is five hundred taels of silver tickets, which are specially awarded by Xu Zhi County." ”

Li Yanchu accepted it very angrily.

Wang Zhutou took out another burden in his hand and put it on the table.

The burden is long, and it looks quite weighty.

Li Yanchu asked, "What is this?" ”

Wang Zhutou said while untying the burden: "This is the blade left by a swordsman in the yamen, the sword master died in Wei City, no relatives and no reason, so this knife was collected by the yamen. ”

Li Yanchu was a little curious, and set his eyes on this knife.

Wang Zhutou continued: "This knife is called Chopping Jiao, it is extremely sharp and extremely evil, and it is not concealed from the first Taoist, Wang knows that he can't control this knife." ”

"I saw that Yan Chu Dao Chang used a short knife before, although it was sharp, but the gap had already popped out of it last time, so he took this knife out of the yamen."

"You can give it a try, if it's not suitable, don't force it."

The pig-killing knife on Li Yanchu's waist collapsed into many gaps when Zhangjiazhuang fought against the decapitator.

It looks even more tattered.

But he kept using it, and he didn't change the weapon he had in hand.

Hearing Wang Zhutou's words, Li Yanchu became interested.

Reached out and took the knife.

The knife is three feet long, the shape is simple, and a killing atmosphere is blowing in the face.

Li Yanchu pulled out the knife.

The blade is shiny and shining.

A cold feeling suddenly came from the hilt of the knife.

"Shhh

Good ice!

Wang Zhutou sighed slightly, but he didn't expect that even Yan Chu Dao Chang couldn't control this knife.

It's just that the next moment, Li Yanchu suddenly felt as if he had a soul in his heart.

The slashing knife suddenly made a crisp sound, like a dragon's groan.

Shine brightly!

After everything calmed down, Li Yanchu felt that the knife in his hand was no longer cold, but had a feeling like an arm.

"Good knives!" Li Yanchu couldn't help but admire.

Wang Zhutou was impressed.

"This knife has been stored in the yamen for many years, and there has never been such a vision, and today there is a sound of dragon groaning, which shows that the first Taoist is the master of this knife, there is no doubt about it." Wang Zhutou said.

Li Yanchu was overjoyed and said with a smile: "Thank you Wang for the knife." ”

With this sword, his personal strength will go to the next level.

This knife is clearly not mortal iron.

Wang Zhutou took out another letter from his arms and handed it to Li Yanchu.

"Have you ever heard that the monk who died in the mountains a few days ago?" Wang Zhutou asked.

Li Yanchu nodded, after this incident came out, the news that there were fierce beasts in the mountains spread.

Many hunters are afraid to go up to the mountains to hunt.

"This letter was found from that monk." Wang Zhutou motioned for Li Yanchu to open it.

After Li Yanchu opened the letter, he skimmed it roughly, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

He glanced up at Wang Zhutou and said, "Is there really such a thing as an immortal elixir in the world?" ”