Time passes, the autumn is deeper, the yellow leaves are all over the sky, and the ancient trees in the Tanzhe Temple are only bare trunks and branches.

The road into the mountain is still paved with fallen leaves, but after being wet by an autumn rain that began last night, there is no beauty left, but it is as disturbing as a soaked bedding.

The wet fallen leaves, after all, still have some advantages, that is, walking on it, will not make any sound - through the dark sky and rain, dozens of Great Zhou military masters, as well as a greater number of Qing Officials assassins and secret spies, stepped on the wet fallen leaves, quietly through the mountain road, sneaked into the autumn forest on the mountainside.

The passage leading to the outside of the mountain in Tanzhe Temple was all controlled, and no one could leave.

The sound of a rustling sounded, some crisp, some dry, as if someone had walked on the golden fallen leaves of a few days ago, crushing countless dead leaves.

It's not the sound of falling leaves breaking, it's the autumn wind breaking through the rain curtain, constantly stirring the paper.

A man walked between the mountain roads, his face was covered with a white paper, covering his mouth and nose, but there were two black holes in the position of his eyes, which looked extremely terrifying.

-- Painting Jia Xiao Zhang.

The rain falling from the sky came to him and avoided it, and the white paper was clean and dry without the slightest trace of water.

In this era of wildflowers, countless cultivators and domineering powerhouses have emerged, and he is the most terrifying and powerful one among them.

is the same as Xun Mei, he is invincible in this life, but he has not defeated Wang Po, not once, whether it is the Boiling Stone Conference that year, or the free list, he can only be ranked second.

But he was not afraid, let alone discouraged, he kept challenging Wang Po, and he was defeated and fought, even if he went mad and almost died, he could not shake his will in the slightest.

Under one person, it seemed like a great position, but he didn't want to accept it.

Today's autumn rain is miserable, and he came from the mountain road, naturally to fight with Wang Po again.

He didn't think that Wang Po would accept it, because at this time, the strong people of the imperial court gathered and surrounded the Tanzhe Temple, and if Wang Po wanted to leave alive, he must first defeat him.

- Defeat him again, or, be defeated by him.

The autumn wind blows the white paper and makes the sound of dead leaves breaking.

The autumn rain falls on the mountain road, where will the wet fallen leaves make a sound.

Xiao Zhang didn't go to the front of the Tanzhe Temple, because someone appeared in front of him.

Stepping on the wet fallen leaves, it was true that there would be no sound, and the person passed through several blockades on the mountain road silently, and even Xiao Zhang didn't even sense it in advance.

Who is this person, and how strong is it?

The man was dressed in black, and let the rain get wet, giving people an extremely cold and hard feeling.

His clothes, his eyebrows, his shoulders, and the hands behind his back were all cast of iron.

He stood in front of the mountain road in this way, separating the autumn rain from the ground, the autumn wind from the white paper, and the Tanzhe Temple from the surrounding mountains.

He was like a wall, and it was not an ordinary wall made of mud or brick, it was an iron wall, and it was impermeable.

Xiao Zhang knew who this person was, and the two black holes on the white paper seemed even deeper, and the meaning of fanaticism could be faintly seen.

"You want to stop me?" he said, looking at the man with the iron wall.

The man looked at him expressionlessly, as if he felt that what Xiao Zhang said was extremely stupid and not worth answering at all.

As everyone knows, Xiao Zhang is a real madman, and his style is extremely violent and arrogant, and no one dares to offend him easily, let alone despise him.

This person did this, and what was shocking was that although the battle intent in Xiao Zhang's deep eyes became stronger and stronger, it finally ...... Didn't shoot.

Xiao Zhang thought about the rumor, with this person's relationship with Daxizhou, there was no reason to make a move for Wang Po, and said: "Since it's not, then why do you want to stop in front of me?"

The man said, "Since I am here, you naturally have to go, you are not his opponent, and I don't want you to startle the snake." ”

Xiao Zhang was extremely angry, and the white paper on his face rattled.

Suddenly, the autumn wind disappeared from his face, and he fell silent because he understood what the man meant.

"It's not fair to him. Xiao Zhang stared into his eyes and said.

The man was obviously going to Tanzhe Temple to fight Wang Po.

Xiao Zhang said it was unfair to Wang Po.

This shows that in his opinion, this person's realm strength is far above Wang Po, and logically speaking, he should not surrender his identity to Wang Po.

Wang Po is the top of the list, and in the eyes of the world, the strongest person under the sacred realm, who in the world can be said to be far superior to him in terms of realm strength?

If there really is, then it must be those big people in the sacred realm, those old monsters who can be counted with one pair of hands.

Who is this man? Who is this man? Who is it in the wind and rain in all directions? Or is it a master who has been hidden for many years?

Xiao Zhang knows who this person is, so it's unfair, but it doesn't mean that he is afraid of the other party.

He seemed to see that later, Wang Po fell under the ancient tree, covered in blood.

This made it a little hard for him to accept.

Just like Xun Mei, he has been trying to surpass Wang Po all his life, and he can't accept that Wang Po was killed before he succeeded.

At this moment, he had the idea of strongly stopping the man.

This person can kill Wang Po, Wang Po is stronger than him, but he wants to stop the other party, no matter how you look at it, this is an extremely crazy idea.

He's a crazy guy by the blue.

The rain fell on the iron spear, wetting his hands.

It was Xiao Zhang's hand, very tight and strong.

"What qualifications do you have to be fair with me?"

The man glanced at Xiao Zhang, his expression indifferent, as if there was nothing.

His shoulders, like an iron wall, were washed by the autumn rain, as if they had been polished countless times, exuding a metallic luster, and then, the edge was exposed.

With a muffled snort, it came out through the white paper.

The autumn rain washes the iron gun, and the fingers are slightly white.

Xiao Zhang still didn't shoot after all.

Or rather, he failed to shoot.

He could only look at the man, in the autumn rain, walking towards the Tanzhe Temple.

Like an iron wall, a cold light.

......

......

Iron tree, one of the eight winds.

He was born in Daxizhou, fell into the sea and fled when he was a child, crossed the ocean, and almost died, but was fortunately rescued by a man on the coast, who was called a stargazer.

For the past ten years, he has wandered in the South China Sea to realize the way of heaven, and now he has finally returned.

What he has realized is the way of heaven, and what he has cultivated is the physical body, which is extremely powerful.

The iron tree blooms, and it is as famous as the little red flower that is different red, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

He came to the Tanzhe Temple.

The leaves of the old tree had fallen, and there were some yellow leaves left on the ground, soaked in the rain.

Iron Tree walked over to the stone bench, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Just like Wang Po these days.