The breeze is surging and the moon is blowing, and the road is going every year, who knows the beginning of the year?

In the days before Chinese New Year's Eve, in Shanghe Village, the market was prosperous and bustling.

Senior brother Chen Muxi, he hasn't been back to the blacksmith shop to help for several days. Hawkers and villagers, annual goods inventory, and local products exchange all want to make a move before Chinese New Year's Eve. The number of stalls on the street has doubled compared to usual. Lord Xiangzheng led 8 messengers, busy day and night, cleaning up the arranged positions, which are still in short supply.

Fortunately, the township is doing its best, the appearance of the village, the appearance of the city, and the order of commerce and trade are all in order.

However, on the day of the new year, the blacksmith shop began to close, and it was not until the Lantern Festival of the following year that it reopened. It is said that this is the rule set by Yuan Dazhu, and it is like this every year.

Chief Chen Mu, who couldn't return to the blacksmith shop for a few days, began to miss the life of following his master to make iron.

So early this morning, Chief Chen Mu still came to the blacksmith shop, carrying a lot of things in his hands, mostly New Year's goods for the master. In addition, there are two sets of new clothes for the little junior brother, but they are both the handiwork of the Feng sisters of the Shame Flower Academy. As for the senior brother himself, he didn't know what to put in it, so he directly stuffed two hundred copper coins to Ren Pingsheng.

According to him, the senior brother is now developed, if you don't take it, if you don't take it, you won't give face.

Five hundred copper coins are a silver coin and two hundred copper coins, but they are also the income of ordinary people for more than a month. For Ren Pingsheng, it is undoubtedly a huge amount of money.

He took the first huge sum of money in his life and went home for the New Year. Since I have a memory, the New Year at home is a bleak and bleak scene, and it is never worth looking forward to.

From Shanghe Village to Si'an Village, he will not take the big road, there is a mountain range in the South Mountain Hill, protruding to the north, lying between Si'an Village and Shanghe Village. From the trail across this mountain, with the footsteps of Ren Ping's life, you will soon be able to return to Si'an Village.

The mountains are like daisies, and the young man is like flying, and now once he spreads out, he is like a swift wind blowing, but when he sees the trees on both sides, he flashes backwards and turns into afterimages.

Now if you compare the steps with Da Bai again, the big guy will definitely not be able to catch up with himself. Flying among the dense grass and trees, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but think of the encounter in Nantouling at the beginning of the year, which changed his life from then on.

When life and death are uncertain, nine deaths and one despair, who would have thought that I would have today in my life. Except for the black-clothed pavilion master who is temporarily defeated by the powerful martial arts hall, in this place, I dare to shout who else I am.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but be full of ambition, but when I heard the wind whirring, I saw the indifference in the shade of the trees.

In the desert shade, there is so silence that there are no birds and beasts, and there is no sound of crows.

Such silence, in this mountain, is extraordinary!

Ren Pingsheng's state of mind has also become like a lonely ancient well, without waves.

A few subtle fluctuations of qi, like a breeze rising, blowing a pool of spring water, also touched his lonely and waveless state of mind. What followed was a chilling murderous aura, a murderous aura that wanted to kill people and then quickly.

A few small black dots broke through the sky, appearing in the desert shade ahead.

"Not good!" Ren Pingsheng, who was flying forward with his body in the air, snorted secretly. He hurriedly twisted his waist to exert his strength, his body was horizontal, and he fell to the ground halfway.

There were a few soft sounds, and several extremely powerful feather arrows flew by, but they disappeared in a flash, and two of them flew almost close to their bodies.

Looking at the castration, it is an iron-headed feather arrow issued with a composite boxwood bow.

Even if he hunted beasts with his father every day, he couldn't use such a powerful bow and arrow, so there was such a thing on the Mountain of No Return, which was obviously specially tailored for his life.

So he didn't need to be glad to have escaped the catastrophe, because the other party couldn't just hit it.

Before he had time to turn over, a strong aura of crisis instantly enveloped the whole small world around him.

I saw a huge iron fence crisscrossed by iron bars, flying in the air, sweeping past a row of tree shadows, and covering the place where Ren Pingsheng was lying.

On the iron grille, rows of sharp nail teeth are like wolf teeth, and the blades flash a little cold light.

If he subconsciously jumped up just now, it would be tantamount to sending himself to death.

The iron fence was huge, and it was difficult to dodge when it rolled on the spot. Ren Pingsheng was in a hurry, and when he rolled to the side on the spot, he took the iron sword out of its sheath and slashed upward.

A sword with condensed sword intent, like the wind sweeping the desert, flying sand and stones.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", the gold and iron struck each other, and the iron fence fell sharply, and in a moment, it turned into a sideways flight, and fell far away, smashing the grass and shrubs, and the branches and leaves flew one after another.

With the iron sword in his hand, Ren Pingsheng had already jumped up and jumped up to a tall branch, and he had clearly sensed the source of a strong murderous aura, which was a few feet ahead of him, in the vines.

Before his body could gain a foothold on the tree, he volleyed his feet into the air, and with a light touch on the branch, his body almost turned into an afterimage, and flew diagonally towards the vines, fluttering like a fairy.

This series of movements changed rapidly, in one go, and there was no room for any reaction from the other party.

The iron sword was out, and the blue flames on the blade flowed and shone brightly. He doesn't care where people are, this sword will directly split the entire small world shrouded in vines!

Under the power of the wrathful heaven, there will be no ants, let alone a big living person.

Using this kind of small means of dealing with wild beasts to deal with the little ancestor of the hunter's family, do you dare to say that this is not looking for death?

Seeing the vines rushing to his face, Ren Pingsheng's murderous intent was already strong.

The grass and trees were flying, and the broken branches were scattered! The large fluffy vines were all gone, and only a bare land remained.

At the moment when the vines exploded, a green shadow happened to run out of it, Rao was like this, the aftermath of that sword Tianwei still shook the green shadow to the ground, and the green shirt on that person was very damaged.

The man in the green shirt stood up majestically, trembling like chaff, his face was as colored as earth, and the fist intent that was originally extremely circulating on his body dissipated.

This person is the only remaining descendant of the Taoist Master of Shanghe Zhailang, Zhu Tianjiao.

"Yo, it's Ren...... Ren Pingsheng's brother. Zhu Tianjiao looked embarrassed and said, "I said that it was the first time I learned your hunting, why did it come so smoothly." It turned out that the younger brother had broken the mechanism. I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Zhu Tianjiao chattered endlessly, "Fortunately, you have the ability to go against the sky, such a little meaning, you definitely don't need to pay attention to it." It's really a big trouble to replace it with someone else. ”

Ren Pingsheng just watched his clumsy performance under panic with a cold eye and didn't say a word.

This mountain road, in fact, has no proper path, and is overgrown with wild grass everywhere, and it is very difficult to walk. The surrounding villagers know that only hunter fathers and sons who climb mountains and wade through rivers like walking on flat ground will often pass by.

Zhu Tianjiao, of course, will not know.

He grew up in Shanghe Village, and even if he didn't care about the days when the blacksmith shop closed at the end of each year, of course it was easy for him to find out.

In Zhu Tianjiao's heart, heaven and man were at war, and he was thinking hard about what useful words he could say to stabilize the other party's sword.

"Then next time, be careful. Unexpectedly, Ren Pingsheng actually put away his sword and returned it to the sheath, "When I meet again, my sword will be faster." ”

Then he turned and walked away.

On the Mountain of No Return, there is no need to kill this kind of invincible enemy. What's more, the other party is just an orphaned teenager like himself.

I wish Tian Jiao's martial arts state of mind, without three or two years, I am afraid it will be difficult to recover.

What Ren Pingsheng didn't say was that the other party was able to get out of the vines, which was actually a glimmer of leeway deliberately left when he took out his sword.

For your master Jia Bancong's boxing method and fist qi machine, I am Ren Pingsheng, but I am much more familiar with Zhu Tianjiao, who is a great disciple of your grandfather!

What that sword wants is Zhu Tianjiao's despair, no matter how hard you practice for the rest of your life, you will have no way to avenge the despair.