"Who the hell are you, talking nonsense!" Yan Jun scolded after looking at the rock.

"The murderer of Elder Yan Hong is you. The old voice continued to sound.

"I don't know what you're talking about. As he spoke, Yan Jun tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it," the old voice sneered, "In addition, you go to Mr. Zhang every month to get the Great Tonic Medicine, in order to replenish the body's yang energy, so that your voice will not reveal your eunuch identity." ”

"If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me. Yan Jun said.

"Since you are still stubborn, then wait until I find the carrier pigeon at the bottom of the mountain, and I will see how you quibble. ”

This time, after the words of the old man's voice fell, Yan Jun's face immediately showed a trace of fear. If this person really finds the carrier pigeon, then his identity will be revealed.

And at this time, he suddenly thought of something, looked at the rock where Beihe was and sneered: "Sneaky, I want to see who you are." ”

The man swept forward with one lunge, then got up and leaped to step on the rock.

"Whew!"

But as soon as his figure swept up, a black shadow appeared on the rock faster than him, and slammed an iron rod in his hand at his head, pulling out a breaking wind.

Yan Jun didn't want to block the broadsword in his hand above his head.

"Boom!"

The iron rod slammed into the man's raised broadsword.

Because Yan Jun was still in mid-air, his body naturally couldn't stand firmly, and he jumped up and fell down. After falling to the ground, Yan Jun's knees bent slightly, and only then did he unload the huge force.

The man suddenly looked up and looked at the dark shadow shrouded in the night robe on the boulder above his head, and a grim color appeared on his face. Although it was the first time he had fought each other, he still felt that this person was a Qi Realm martial artist. This made Yan Jun very happy, because as long as this person was beheaded, then the dead man would not reveal his secret.

As soon as he thought of this, this person's body spun like a top, and the moment he stood up, a knife swept towards the black shadow on the boulder.

After a hard encounter with Yan Jun, Beihe's figure was stable, which was related to his breakthrough to the Qi realm.

Under the surge of confidence, the iron rod in his hand swung again, blocking the sweeping broadsword, and then his figure rose from the boulder, and the three-foot iron rod in his hand smashed down angrily at Yan Jun.

Yan Jun stepped back, and Beihe's smash suddenly hit the ground, making a "bang" sound, and the long stick sank into the dirt and gravel, a foot deep.

Yan Jun, who avoided this blow, stepped forward and slashed horizontally with the broadsword in his hand.

And Beihe was not to be outdone, and the three-foot long stick was swung by him.

For a while, the sound of clanging was endless, and the weapons would sometimes collide and shoot out sparks.

Although Beihe is younger than Yan Jun, his realm is the same, and he can fight with Yan Jun on a par.

It's just that the time for him to advance to the ranks of Qi Realm martial artists is obviously shorter than Yan Jun, so the true qi in his body is not as strong as the latter.

The two sides only fought for hundreds of rounds, Bei He was slightly panting, and at the same time, he could clearly feel that the ball of true qi in his body was being consumed sharply, if the true qi was exhausted after fighting for a long time, he would definitely not be Yan Jun's opponent. Moreover, the other party has been practicing martial arts for a longer time than him, and he also has a great advantage in martial arts, and he has almost been hit twice before.

As soon as he thought of this, Beihe immediately made a decision.

I saw him burst into a shout, and the true qi in his body was injected into the iron rod in his hand, and he made a tiger pounce posture, and slashed the long stick in his hand again.

Seeing Beihe's fierce posture, Yan Jun dodged sideways and easily dodged the blow.

Before he could react to the blow when he turned sideways to avoid the blow, Beihe rushed forward with an arrow step, and then rushed towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Huh?" Yan Jun was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "I want to leave!"

This person was armed with a broadsword and immediately chased after Beihe.

But then, Yan Jun was surprised to find that Beihe was extremely familiar with the way down the mountain, so familiar that he knew every bend and where there was a stone under his feet.

Therefore, even if the North River runs wild in the night, there is no lag.

On the other hand, from time to time, his body would bump into a small tree beside him, or step on a rock under his feet, which greatly hindered his speed.

Fortunately, when Beihe was only more than ten zhang away from him, he entered a spacious road ahead at this time.

Yan Jun is in the prime of life, and his body is as strong as a cheetah, if he really wants to compete in speed, it is definitely not something that Beihe, a teenager whose skeleton has not yet been finalized, can compare. For a while, the distance between the two was narrowing in the flying span.

Beihe naturally sensed this, and he didn't stop and continued to run towards the bottom of the mountain. When he turned around and saw that Yan Jun was already less than three zhang behind him, Bei He still didn't have any panic, because at this time he had already seen the building in front of him, a quaint hall, and this hall was the sect master's bedroom.

Beihe stepped forward with an arrow step, and came to the square in front of the main hall, and then swept the iron rod in his hand behind him without looking.

"Boom!"

Under the iron rod and the broadsword, there was another piercing clash, which resounded throughout the square.

Next, the battlefield between the two shifted from the previous mountain top to the wide square.

"When you get here, I'll see where you're going. "Just listen to Beihe's jokes.

Hearing this, Yan Jun's face changed, and he naturally recognized that this was the sect master's bedroom.

It's fine if his secret isn't exposed, but once it's exposed, if it drags on, he will definitely not be able to leave when others come, and he will die with no place to bury.

Just as he thought about it, several rooms in the main hall were already lit by candlelight.

The two disciples who were on duty here rushed out of the inner hall.

Seeing Yan Jun and Bei He fighting each other in the square, the two were obviously surprised, and they reacted very quickly, and immediately pulled out the sword at their waists.

No matter who the two people fighting in the square are, these two disciples who are guarding this place must be on guard.

After the two appeared, dense footsteps sounded in the hall, and figures holding candles rushed towards the square.

At this time, it is the time when everyone is ready to go to bed, so the vast majority of people do not sleep.

"Damn it!"

Seeing a large crowd pouring out of the gate, Yan Jun's face turned pale.

This person looked at Beihe with a touch of ferocity, and then he let out a low roar and threw the broadsword in his hand towards Beihe.

"Whew!"

The broadsword shot at the North River like an arrow.

If you look closely, you will see that the person has twisted the end of the handle before throwing the broadsword.

Beihe's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered a method of forging weapons in the Fengguo Imperial Court. That is, inside the weapon, loaded with gunpowder, as long as the mechanism is turned on, and if you don't know it, you will definitely be injured by the latter.

At the beginning, Zhou Buwei of Furong County used this kind of arrow filled with gunpowder and persecuted Lu Hou twice.

"Be careful!"

At a critical time, I only listened to Beihe's loud shout.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly bent back, only to see the broadsword thrown by Yan Jun flying out of front of him, and then slashed at a stone pillar a few zhang behind him.

The next moment an astonishing scene happened.

With a "boom", the broadsword exploded, and a flame seemed to rise out of thin air, illuminating the entire square and the main hall.

"Whoosh Whoosh ......"

After the broadsword exploded, pieces of sharp metal shards shot in all directions.

"Puff ......"

Hearing only two soft sounds, Beihe itched in the back and was hit by two pieces of metal.

More metal fragments hit the ground of the square and the main hall behind, and some even shot into the rooms of the main hall through the windows.

One of the two disciples on duty here was also hit in the chest by a fragment, and he fell to the ground at this time. The other was luckier and uninjured.

There were also a few pieces of metal that hit the direction of the crowd and did not enter it, and several people immediately let out a cry of pain.

Bei He heard it almost instantly, and an exclamation in the crowd belonged to Leng Wanwan.

At this time, after he stood still, his eyes looked at Yan Jun's position before, but he swept around, where was Yan Jun's figure.

Needless to say, he also knew that after this person activated the blow just now, he turned around and fled, if he didn't run, he wouldn't have any chance to get out of the Arashiyama Sect.

Beihe was about to chase down, but at this time, he felt a hot pain in his back.

And at this moment, everyone's eyes all fell on him in a night suit, revealing a fierce meaning.

The next moment, many people surrounded the North River.

Beihe bit his teeth and took off the black bandana on his head, revealing his true face.

"It's me!" he said.

"Huh, Beihe!"

After seeing his appearance clearly, a big man in the crowd showed a surprised look and paused.

This person is the second disciple of the sect leader Jiang Muyuan, and in the past six months, Beihe has often come here to ask Jiang Muyuan about his cultivation problems, so he is also familiar with Beihe, and he recognizes him at a glance.

And because of this, this person will become more and more suspicious, I don't know why it is so late, Beihe will fight people here.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was temporarily resolved, Beihe's eyes fell on the crowd behind him, searching for something carefully, and in the next breath, he saw a shadow, standing against the stone pillar, holding his wrist with one hand.

Beihe stepped forward quickly and came to Leng Wanwan's face. He saw that the woman's face was pale, and she was biting her lip.

Beihe grabbed his wrist and said with concern, "Are you okay?" ”

As he spoke, he felt a warm liquid that had stained the sleeve of the woman's dress, and it was blood.

At the moment when Bei He grabbed her wrist, Leng Wanwan's eyes showed a hint of panic, and she hurriedly broke free.

"You let go of me, I'm fine. ”

After finishing speaking, Leng Wanwan turned around and trotted towards the main hall, disappearing from Beihe's sight.

"Ahem......"

When Beihe looked at the direction in which the woman disappeared, he only heard a light cough. Everyone looked for the sound and saw the sect leader Jiang Muyuan walking with his hands behind his back.

"Sect Master ......"

"Sect Master ......"

The crowd bowed their hands one after another.

Jiang Muyuan turned a blind eye to this, but looked at Beihe Dao: "Beihe, what's going on." ”