Everyone in front of the Xuanwu list was looking at the young man in the wasteland and looked at it seriously.

The young man's expression was calm and indifferent, and there was no superfluous emotion.

is not as perverse as Ah Diao, not as cold as Zhuo Xingchen and Sneer, and not as proud as Baili Duanjiang.

He just sat quietly in a corner of the moor, his eyes downcast, not knowing whether he was thinking or asleep.

His aura divine sense is not so strong, and his strength is naturally not very strong, and many people present can see that he only has the cultivation of the Second Realm.

Even his attire was just a simple plain gown, and he really couldn't find any other features besides being clean.

So no matter how you look at it, he's just an ordinary lone teenager.

The tip of the long pen in Zhou Exception's hand began to fork a little, and the scent of ink in it had dissipated, and this last glance had almost exhausted all the pen power he had accumulated in a day.

But why waste it on this strange, ordinary, lone teenager?

Everyone was a little puzzled, they looked at the boy for a while, and looked at Zhou Exception for a while, and they all slandered in their hearts whether this child had anything to do with Zhou Exception, so they took extra care of it.

Even Li Qingshan and Bian Zhiwei were a little puzzled, wondering if he was playing tricks.

When the wind blew, Li Qingshan withdrew his gaze and asked, "Have you seen this child?"

Zhou Ji remembered the meeting in the inn of the small town outside the river that day, and also remembered the edge of the sword on the young man's waist, his left hand tightened slightly, and he firmly held the thick book that was shining brightly, as if he wanted to hide the two swords painted on it.

It was a long time before he spoke: "I'm lucky enough to meet you." ”

Li Qingshan was a little surprised.

Bian Zhiwei also turned around, his brows furrowed.

They noted the wording of the week exception.

Fortunate enough?

Has the boy's status been held too high?

Li Qingshan continued to ask, "What is his origin?"

Zhou Ji shook his head and replied simply: "I don't know." ”

Li Qingshan's face showed a difference, and he continued to ask: "Then why are you so concerned about him? A young man who only has the cultivation of the Second Realm, I'm afraid that there is nothing to pay special attention to." What's more, he is still alone, in the middle of the wasteland, he may encounter danger at any time, and maybe it will not be long before he sends a distress signal and waits for us to rescue him. ”

These words are very objective and to the point, and they speak everyone's heart.

Zhou Ji sighed silently and didn't speak again for a long time.

Until the young man in the wasteland suddenly raised his head, and then pulled out the short sword from his waist and covered it in the palm of his hand to look at it carefully.

An ancient and far-reaching sword intent diffused from the short sword, appearing in the middle of this wasteland, but it did not go far, but slowly and quietly surrounded the young man.

It's like a kind of protection.

Others couldn't know the existence of that sword intent, but Zhou Exception used his pen to peek at the picture, and his mind was all in that wasteland, and he naturally felt that sword intent.

I also know where that sword intent came from.

But he still couldn't guess the boy's identity.

I only know that even if the other party is not from the South Mountain hills, he must have an incalculable relationship with the sword master who only exists in legends.

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhi's sigh was even heavier, he stared at the young man in the wasteland, his eyes stayed on the short sword for a long time, and then asked, "You tell me, why does a young man who only has the cultivation of the second realm dare to break into the Jiangshan Society Diagram alone?"

Li Qingshan was stunned, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Zhou Zhi continued: "Among the human monks who entered the Jiangshan Society Diagram this time, except for a few young masters who have entered the Four Realms Soul Suppression Soul Alone, most of the others have entered the same sect and sect together. Since this young man dared to go to the Jiangshan Society with the cultivation of knowing the fate realm, he must have something to rely on. ”

Bian Zhiwei, who had not spoken, pursed his lips, and suddenly suppressed his voice and sneered: "What can he rely on? Is it relying on his cultivation or relying on his luck?"

After saying this, he laughed weirdly, then patted Li Qingshan's shoulder and continued: "It won't rely on the broken sword in his hand, right?"

Li Qingshan looked at his somewhat underbeaten appearance, and quietly took a few steps back, without paying too much attention to him.

Zhou Zhiwei glanced at Bian Zhiwei very seriously, then nodded and said, "Maybe it's relying on his sword, but I need to remind you that it's not a broken sword." ”

After saying this, he looked at the thick book in his left hand, under the endless light, the paper on the thick book was blown to the front page by the wind at some point, the paper on that page was slightly yellowed, as if it was old, and there were not too many written records on that page, just two swords drawn.

If you look closely, you will find that the shape and aura of the two swords, and even the two sword intents flowing between the pages, are exactly the same as the short sword in the hand of the young man in the wasteland.

Zhou Exception's eyes couldn't stay on that page for too long, because the two sword intents between the papers were too sharp and a little dazzling.

He quickly turned his head and looked at Bian Zhiwei with a surprised look and showed a hint of an unfathomable smile, and then he said, "It would be interesting if the owner of that sword knew what you said about that sword." When the time comes, I am afraid that even if there are thousands of miles away, that person will be separated from the world and swing a sword at you on the shore of Jiangxin Lake. At that time, I hope you can still laugh and say that it was just a broken sword. ”

Li Qingshan had already vaguely guessed the meaning of Zhou Exception's words, and he asked with some uncertainty: "That sword, is it ......?"

Bian Zhiwei was a little nervous, he followed behind and asked, "Whose sword is that?" Could it be the one from Nanshan Hill?"

Zhou Ji waved his hand, and he only said two words: "You guess." ”

At this point, nothing needs to be said.

Bian Zhiwei was a little flustered, and he suddenly bowed down to the Sword Saint Venerable who was at the top of the Seven Realms List on the Xuanwu List, with great respect.

A sentence secretly came out of his mouth: "That is definitely the best sword in the world." ”

The sword of the Sword Master is naturally the best sword in the world.

It's just that his sword will only be handed over to his heirs.

Why is it in the hands of another teenager at this moment?

Everyone knows that the legendary sword saint has only one descendant, named Baili Broken River, and he is in the Jiangshan Society map at this moment.

So the boy in the wasteland is definitely not from the South Mountain hills.

So who is he?

There was a sudden silence in front of the Xuanwu list, and everyone looked at the young man in the wasteland of the Jiangshan Society, and for a while they had different thoughts, and they became more and more curious about his identity.

And in the extremely high shadow not far from the Xuanwu List, the girl in the white dress Crescent Moon and Gao Zhiye, the first head of the Tang Kingdom, had been standing in place for a long time.

They followed Zhou Zhi's pen power to look at the map of the Jiangshan Society, their eyes passed over the previous teenagers one by one, before the sword-raising boy appeared in the wasteland, the crescent moon's eyes had not changed at all, and the little black donkey had been asleep all the time, as if nothing could disturb its sleep.

Gao Zhiye's cold eyes narrowed at the first moment Diao appeared.

He looked at the ancient knife in the hand of the young man who drank wine and ate meat, and a glimmer of interest appeared in his eyes at first, and when his gaze moved slightly, he saw the knife edges on the corpses of those beasts scattered around the valley, and the faint light in his eyes suddenly bloomed, turning into an extremely rare wisp of appreciation.

Gao Zhiye, the head of the Great Inner Circle, who had been famous for his mad knife since the founding of the Tang Dynasty, nodded for another knife for the first time.

And when the picture in the Jiangshan Society map turned to Zhuo Xingchen and the four saints, Gao Zhiye's eyes didn't shake at all.

Even though they were all the most powerful and proud young people on the continent, in Gao Zhiye's opinion, they were far less powerful than themselves, and it was impossible to be more proud than themselves.

So he was indifferent, standing straight, his right hand pointing to the ground with an empty fist, as if he was holding a knife at any moment.

But when the lonely boy in the wasteland appeared, he had just revealed a lonely back, standing indifferently and quietly, and Gao Zhiye, who was silently guarding in the dark shadows of the night, suddenly flattened the empty fist of his right hand and stood up into a palm position.

His left hand was also slightly raised, covering his right palm, and slightly closed, forming a fist clenching gesture.

Almost at the same time, Gao Zhiye stood in front of the white horse, and there was an inexplicable warmth under the indifference in his eyes, and the two bundles of knife intent in the depths of his pupils were also temporarily hidden, and when the night breeze blew, he was opposed

The young man in the wasteland bowed, bowed gently, and then said, "Meet Your Highness." ”

The crescent moon, who was standing not far from him, naturally saw the young man as well.

The girl's eyes were bright, bright and transparent, and the depths of her pupils seemed to hide a round of moon.

Her gaze was the only one, and she followed Zhou Zhi's pen power to the map of Jiangshan Society, and then she never turned away, looking at the young man in the wasteland, and the tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes was even thicker.

The crescent moon came from afar, leaving the high mountain where he had lived for sixteen years, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers in the middle, traveling thousands of miles away, and coming to this Heaven and Earth Divine Courtyard on the shore of Jiangxin Lake, just to find this young man.

It was at this moment, in heaven and on earth, that she only had him in her eyes.

The little donkey didn't know when it woke up, it sucked the saliva from the corner of its mouth, and then looked sleepily at the sky along the crescent moon's gaze, and when it saw the face of the young man who had not been with him for a long time, but was very familiar, its mouth full of saliva suddenly opened, revealing two rows of white and dazzling white teeth, as if it was very happy.

And at this moment, on the top of a high mountain in the distance, the old master held a ring ruler in his hand, standing on the top of the peak, his eyes passed through the night, went straight between the rules of heaven and earth, and then came to the shore of Jiangxin Lake.

He saw the boy in the wasteland, and he saw the girl in the shadows.

A smile suddenly appeared in his calm and indifferent eyes, and the master stood against the wind and called softly: "No matter in the sky or on the ground, it is good to have fate."

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