In fact, the tall man was wrong.

Li Zijin was neither bold nor stupid, but he only looked at the angle and strength of the man's sword, and immediately judged that this sword would never touch him, even if he didn't move at all, this sword would hover in front of his eyes accurately.

It was precisely because the other party did not immediately make a dead move, so Li Zijin did not draw his sword decisively.

Although killing people is in place in one step, it can be more comfortable to punish the heart.

Of course, if the other party is really some heinous person, the two can be together.

The tall man took out the sword, Li Zijin looked at it carefully, this sword was powerful and heavy, the other party exerted spiritual power, and pursued the ultimate strength, which was aimed at the purpose of being unable to fight back after a sword.

At this time, the group of four people happened to be not far away tomorrow night, and the girl saw that the color embryo had been cut down, and she was hesitating to rescue her.

The white-haired old woman saw the girl's thoughts, and stopped her voice: "Miss, don't make a rash move, those three disciples are disciples of Sleepless Mountain, we don't have to tie up with Sleepless Mountain for an outsider." ”

The noble son in brocade clothes had the mentality of watching a good show, standing aside with his arms crossed his chest, which of the two sword cultivators was injured and died, it didn't matter to him, it was just a joke between him and his friends after tea and dinner.

The woman with a thin veil on her face was not interested in watching the two low-level sword cultivators, so she was about to take the first step to go to a small courtyard of calligraphy, but as soon as she turned around, she suddenly let out a "huh", and stopped for the two low-level sword cultivators.

To be precise, she stopped for Li Zijin's sword.

When the tall sword cultivator, who was a disciple of the Sleepless Mountain, pulled out his sword with all his strength and stabbed Li Zijin in the shoulder with a sword.

A verdant stalk suddenly came out of its sheath.

Li Zijin held the sword in his right hand, and his lower coil was as stable as Mount Tai, not moving at all, but his upper body turned slightly sideways, and he perfectly avoided the sword of the tall sword cultivator.

Then he gathered his spiritual power on the middle finger of his left hand, bent his middle finger slightly, and flicked his fingers, and when his fingertips touched the tip of the tall man's sword, sparks were sparked, and there was a sonorous sound of swords intersecting, crisp and loud.

The moment the tall man's sword was flicked open by the young man's finger, Li Zijin's Cuiqu sword had already stabbed at the junction between his sword-holding hand and the hilt.

The tall man was suddenly frightened, and he didn't have time to respond, so he could only abandon the sword and take a step back, only then did he dodge the unmistakable sword of the young swordsman in the green shirt, if he didn't abandon the sword and take a step back, Li Zijin's sword would pierce his wrist at this moment.

This disciple of the Sleepless Mountain was about to be annoyed and angry, but he didn't expect that the emerald green sword was already on his neck.

With just one move, the tall sword cultivator of Sleepless Mountain was defeated in the hands of Li Zijin with just one move.

If it was a battle of life and death, he had already been sealed by a sword at this moment.

The young swordsman in the green shirt smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Are you convinced?"

The two disciples of the Sleepless Mountain behind him wanted to help before, but at this moment they also dispelled this idea, if they could win this young swordsman in green shirt from the shot, it would be fine, but if the shot is lost, the three of them have never beaten others, and then pass it out, how will they be people in the future?

At present, many passers-by have noticed the turmoil here, and the crowd of onlookers has gradually increased.

The cold woman with a thin gauze on her face smiled and said, "I see, Sister Mingye, this time you have to pay more attention to that kid." ”

The girl in black first nodded, then shook her head, and said sharply: "Although he is very quick to draw his sword and his thinking is very clear, but to this extent, he is still not my opponent." ”

The cold woman rarely said one more word, and kindly reminded: "My sister didn't look carefully enough, that person is clearly left-handed, and this sword is far from reaching his real speed." The flick of his fingers before the sword seemed to be a foreshadowing for the next sword stab the wrist of the disciple of the Sleepless Mountain, but in fact it was hiding his strength, if he took out the sword with his left hand, he would not even need to make an extra 'flick of the fingers', he could shoot down the sword in his hand before the sword in the disciple's hand of the sleepless mountain disciple reached his eyes. It is equivalent to that person deliberately chose a 'lower strategy' that seemed to be against the enemy, in exchange for the 'best strategy' of asking the sword. ”

Tomorrow night is so smart, a little bit will be clear, she looked at the young swordsman in green shirt at this moment, her eyes were full of eagerness, and she began to have some expectations for fighting him, rather than just talking.

The girl in black glanced at the cold woman beside her and said with a smile: "Sister Yunmeng said a lot of things in one breath today, more than the previous few days combined. ”

Yun Meng smiled, stopped talking, and turned to leave, this time she not only glanced at Li Zijin more, but also remembered his appearance.

That's what it looks like······ into her eyes.

The tall sword cultivator who was put on his neck with a sword by Li Zijin gradually calmed down, it is one thing to be arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but it is really a matter of life and death, no one is a fool.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he said in an inaudible voice: "Serve... served. ”

Li Zijin deliberately put one hand on his ear, turned sideways, leaned closer, and continued to ask, "What are you talking about, I can't hear you?"

The tall sword cultivator could only close his eyes, turned his head, and shouted loudly: "Obey..." I'm convinced!"

There was no movement.

When the tall sword cultivator mustered up the courage to open his eyes again, he couldn't even see Li Zijin's back, and the man had already put his sword into the sheath and walked away.

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When I couldn't enter the city before, it was not early, and Li Zijin and Jiang Xiang wandered around the city for a long time, and now it is the time of day.

When night falls, the moon and stars are scarce.

The city was not disturbed by the night at all, and the lights of the city were on and the people were buzzing.

Who sleeps?

No one sleeps.

In a restaurant in the city that never sleeps, a young man in a green shirt with a sword behind his back and a man in a brown robe with a small bamboo basket behind him and a folding fan in his hand walked into it, and chose a table in the corner to sit down.

Jiang Xiang suddenly stood up with a smile, poured a cup of tea for the swordsman opposite, and said: "Brother Li's sword, it's so pleasing to the eye, that finger flick, that sword stabbed out, that sword on that person's neck, tsk." ”

Li Zijin just picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, almost choked to death, and laughed angrily: "It's almost there." ”

Jiang Xiang smiled and sat back in his place. The shopkeeper came to the menu very quickly, it was exactly the same menu as the Kunpeng ferry, made of the wings of the Xuanyue cicada, warm in winter and cool in summer, and with his fingers across the menu, the dishes on it would change their names and scenes.

The small cicada wings, which can carry hundreds of dishes, are well-made and extremely convenient.

Li Zijin pointed to the name of a wine on the menu and asked with a smile: "Man, is this Jiannan Jiannan Burning Spring?"

The guy at the restaurant nodded and said, "Yes, yes, does the guest officer want this jar of wine?"

The boy smiled, "Bring me an altar." ”

And the Jiang Xiang on the other side was like a starving ghost reincarnated, pointing to a large number of immortal dishes on the cicada wing menu, and shouting frantically.

"This, and this, this, yes, that, yes, yes, that, that, hey, there is still this?! This also brings me a bowl, well, let me see, wow, I didn't expect to even have this······!

In just a short time, Jiang Xiang, a disciple of the farmer's outer sect, had already ordered all the immortal dishes on the cicada wing menu, and Li Zijin roughly estimated that there must be twenty or thirty dishes, right?

He was a little embarrassed, and almost wanted to change the table to sit, pretending not to know Jiang Xiang.

Jiang Xiang glanced at the young man in green shirt who was about to move and was about to change the table to sit, and asked curiously, "Brother Li, what's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

The young man in the green shirt rolled his eyes and replied, "You have nothing to order so many dishes, are you done eating?"

Li Zijin himself only ordered a plate of fried meat with bamboo shoots and a jar of Jiannan roasted spring.

It is the same in the Wuding Mangosteen Courtyard, where the teacher Xie Yufeng often makes it for the young man, and the same is when he was young in Taiping County, or now the Yangui County that has been returned to the Yan Kingdom by the Daxuan Dynasty.

Jiannan Burning Spring is the local wine of Yangui County, whether there is Jiannan Burning Spring in other places in the world, Li Zijin doesn't know, anyway, the young man only knows that a Canggeng Prefecture is the kind of wine that only Yangui County has.

Even in the strange Kunpeng Ferry Treasure Building, the boy did not find Jiannan Burning Spring.

I didn't expect to be able to see this jar of hometown wine in an unknown restaurant in this sleepless city today, and Li Zijin was very pleased.

Jiang Xiang unfolded the folding fan, fanned the breeze, and said seriously: "Of course I finished eating, don't you know, Jiang can eat in the farmhouse, and people give him the nickname 'Jiang Wudi', which means that the stomach under the stomach is like a bottomless pit, and how much rice can be filled." Besides, anyway, it doesn't cost money, and if you don't eat for nothing, if Brother Li doesn't believe it, I'll take a good look at it later, Jiang and I will definitely be in the wind······"

Li Zijin will be suspicious, but he feels that Jiang Wudi's nickname is very in line with Jiang Xiang's temperament, but it is not bottomless in the matter of eating, but the bottomless and unfathomable in the scheming city.

Even if Jiang Xiang now tells himself that he is actually an old immortal who has lived for hundreds of years, but he can rely on the realm to cultivate, and his face does not change, Li Zijin will believe it, after all, looking at this person's actions, it seems to be out of order, but in fact, there is a hidden murderous intention.

Just said that he was about to ask the sword on the morning snow festival, and was asked about the sword tomorrow night, wasn't it Jiang Xiang who fueled the troubles invisibly?

The shopkeeper carried a jar of wine and sent it to the table for the two, and said with a smile: "Guest officer, the Jiannan Burning Spring you want is here, please use it slowly." ”

Li Zijin nodded, "Thank you." ”

Thank you Buyecheng, invite him to drink the hard-won hometown wine.

A green-shirted swordsman in a foreign land, without using the spiritual power of a qi refiner, simply used the strength of a mountain man and a young man to uncover the mud seal on the wine jar.

He held this altar of Jiannan Burning Spring in his arms, poured himself a glass of wine, and then poured wine on the wine glass in front of Jiang Xiang, and asked Jiang Xiang if he drank it, but the other party shook his head and excused himself, saying that he couldn't drink such a strong wine.

Li Zijin was not reluctant, he raised a cup of Jiannan Burning Spring with both hands, there was wine in the cup and there was a moon, and he said something before drinking the wine in the cup and the moon in the cup.

A cup of respect for the bright moon, a cup of respect for the rivers and lakes.

Drink alone under the moon, see the moon homesickness.