Ren Pingsheng didn't expect that when he entered the impregnable city of Jiujing Villa, things would be so unexpectedly smooth.

Thinking of the group of pear blossoms and rainy warblers in the front yard, the father and son didn't want to meet again, so they jumped directly from the backyard to the wall, and they wanted to go over the city.

"Trespassing on private houses, killing people, and just leaving?" At the head of the city, a particularly loud voice came from behind him. Both father and son suddenly stopped.

Fortunately, the other party did not sneak attack.

People who can appear behind them silently are by no means so easy to deal with.

Ren Pingsheng turned around and saw an old man in black dressed as a servant, standing more than ten steps away in front of him, hanging his hands and not moving.

"When we entered the house, we didn't kill anyone. Ren Pingsheng said.

The old man's expression was indifferent, he couldn't see his joy or anger, he only said lightly: "Jun doesn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of Jun, how to calculate this account?"

"Do you want to calculate?" asked Ren Pingsheng.

Within a day, after such an incident, he was no longer afraid of a strong opponent.

The old man simply put his hands behind his back and said, "If I don't have the master's family, I will have no livelihood, of course." ”

Ren Pingsheng subconsciously held the hilt of the sword in his hand - today's iron sword is especially easy to use. But for unrelated people and others, he doesn't plan to do it first.

The old man in black moved.

He had no weapon, just a punch. A distance of more than a dozen steps, a punch came, and there was no sound of breaking the wind. That punch directly shattered a small world.

Ren Pingsheng's heart moved, and the sword moved, however, the iron sword was not even as good as the unsheath. That punch had already hit him straight to the chest. Ren Pingsheng's body flew backwards three or four feet in the air, and he could already hear the sound of his own bones rattling.

That punch, so fast, so ruthless!

changed Ren Pingsheng before swallowing the Yajiang Demon Pill, I am afraid that my chest has been pierced at this time.

The young man fell on the head of the city, facing the sky on his back, his chest and abdomen were like a river and a sea, and his internal organs should have been shaken upside down.

It's just that before he could calm down, he turned over and got up, and with one arrow step, he had already snatched back to his original position.

Ren Pingsheng knew that his father's body would never be able to withstand such a punch.

With an iron sword in his hand, he looked intently at the black-clothed old man who was still standing with his hands hanging down more than ten steps away. The young man didn't understand why the other party had already punched him, so his body didn't move.

Seeing that the young man was not injured, the old man let out a slight "huh", and his eyes became even colder. Ren Pingsheng fought a cold war for no reason, but he stood in place and was very tenacious.

The old man's black clothes were slightly drumming without wind, and Ren Pingsheng knew that he was going to punch again. So the young man's sword moved first. What he is waiting for is that the other party is gaining momentum, and he will come out but has not yet come out. Because at this moment, the offense and defense are the weakest.

So the sword of the boy is extremely fast. Wherever the mind goes, the sword is like a rainbow.

Then, Ren Pingsheng punched again. The fist that shattered the heavens and the earth was still between the chest and abdomen.

He didn't know where the fastest sword in his life had hit, but he knew that at this moment, his body was already flying in the air again, flying farther than the last time.

"Run!" A burst of drinking, accompanied by the sound of the wind ringing in his ears, Ren Pingsheng felt a powerful big hand that had grabbed his arm.

Ren Qiang's big hand pulled hard, and the young man's body flying in the air turned backwards with that pull. Ren Pingsheng didn't care about the sharp pain in his chest, and sent his feet forward in the middle of the flight, and then jumped a few feet in the air, directly turned over the arrow stacks on the wall, and fell to the ground from the city more than a foot high.

Ren Pingsheng felt the wind behind him, knowing that his father had caught up, and the two had a tacit understanding, and rushed south desperately.

When you meet this kind of opponent, you can't fight.

Two flying figures rushed into the streets, and the footsteps chasing behind them gradually became louder.

"Blacksmith's shop. Ren Qiang exclaimed, Ren Pingsheng comprehended, turning around in the streets and alleys, but the footwork of the body was only getting faster and faster.

In the alleyway, there is a faint sound of "clanging" striking iron, intermittently, and the footsteps chasing behind it are gradually thinning out, but the sound of the figure rising and falling, and the sound of the clothes and belts facing the wind, is more and more clearly audible.

The two of them, one big and one young, were already sprinting hard, and every inch of muscle in their bodies had burst out with the strongest strength, gathering on their feet, and struggling to kick to the ground one by one.

The open door of the blacksmith's shop was already in sight, and inside the door, in the whirring hearth of the bellows, there was a blazing charcoal fire, the only guiding light for the father and son.

Ren Pingsheng used the last strength of his body to pull out desperately, and the distance of nearly two zhang was nearly two zhang in one step.

He could already feel the space behind him being shattered by the familiar fist.

The figure of the old man in black was already completely volleyed, with the power of swooping down, and the young man couldn't take this punch anyway.

After Ren Pingsheng stepped out, he was also in the air, shouted, leaned forward, and looked at the ground that was rushing in front of him, he knew that as long as he could touch the ground on his toes again, he would be able to jump into the door of the blacksmith shop in one step.

But the fist surging from behind him will not wait for him to land safely.

When things are no longer possible, it is the most important thing to do.

This is Ren Pingsheng's lifelong and unforgettable belief.

When he didn't practice the way of the sword, in the face of Yajiang, who had a huge disparity in strength, Xiling White Ape was like this, and now he was even more so with the old man in black who was already able to withstand one or two with his back to himself.

Between the lightning and flint, Ren Pingsheng remembered that after swallowing the Yajiang Demon Pill, his own Fire Mansion was rudely opened.

He didn't know where the other four were located, so he made his whole body like a fire mansion, loose and open, and the clarity of his mind and the strength of his mind were to the extreme......

"Bang" - the young man's back is like bearing a hill falling from the sky. It hurts, but he continues to loosen and open.

With the momentum of the smash, the body sped to the ground, loosened, bent the knees, bounced up, like a leather ball, and the whole lean body bounced straight into the door of the blacksmith's shop.

Ren Qiang, who was not attacked along the way, and the old man in black rushed into the blacksmith shop one after the other.

Flesh and blood, Ren Qiang rushed directly to Ren Pingsheng, who fell to the ground, but saw that this kid was silent, and was already struggling to get up.

The hunter immediately turned around, holding the green steel sword in his hand, facing the old man in black, fully guarded.

The old man in black was still standing more than ten steps away, close to the door, standing with his hands down.

"Good, good. There are not many people who can eat me with three punches without dying. The old man in black sighed. The fists hanging at his sides, but they clenched loudly.

"Those who dare to punch in my shop can get out alive, that's good. A thunderous sound shook the eardrums of the three people.

Yuan Dazhu, a rough man with hair like a halberd, had already put down the work in his hand and walked towards the place where the three of them were standing.

"Do you want to try it?" said Yuan Da Hammer with a halberd raised, turning his face to the old man in black.

No one had ever seen Yuan fight with a sledgehammer on the mountain, and he would let everyone who entered the blacksmith know the rules here: those who make trouble die, and those who fight die.

The rules are simple, so everyone who comes in knows how to follow them. Because of this, no one knows whether Yuan Dazhui will fight or not.

The old man in black was silent, but in his eyes, a flame gradually ignited. Truth be told, he wanted to try.

Look at the rough blacksmith with hair like a halberd, his eyes are indifferent, his face is dark, and he is still expressionless.

There was no murderous aura in the whole house. Even if the murderous aura exuded from the old man in black was already very strong, once it was emitted, it would be directly eliminated into intangibility, and not a single bit would exist.

Maybe the blacksmith shop is too hot, and it can't tolerate murderous anger at all.

Yuan Dazhui glanced at the old man in black who was eager to try, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked to the anvil, and continued to strike iron.

The sound of tinkling iron sounded rhythmically.

The apprentice pulls the bellows, the master pulls out the small hammer, and the apprentice pulls the sledgehammer;

Ren Pingsheng had already struggled to get up from the ground, barely standing, but still on his knees, panting.

Ren Qiang held an iron sword in front of his son. The hunter knows that this battle will be a matter of life and death.

The old man in black didn't move, just dressed in clothes, and once again puffed himself without wind.

"Master Jia. In the heavy room, there was a very clear young man's cry, and the three of them, who were nervous to the extreme, were all startled.

A boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in disheveled brocade and holding a purple wooden staff, walked into the shop.

The boy had obviously cried, but the tears had not dried. The purple wooden staff in his hand was very magical, and the body of the staff had a sparkling spiritual light, and once it appeared, it made the whole stuffy room feel cool.

"Hmm", the old man in black responded unintentionally, still staring at the hunter who was waiting for him, and did not turn his head.

"Steward Hu said that grandpa left a suicide note in a hurry, and the ink was not dry, saying that he asked Master Jia to preside over the overall situation of the family, and asked us to ...... Leave the matter of revenge to me. The brocade-clothed boy said, his voice choked again.

"Hmm", the old man in black's face softened slightly, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when his clenched fists were released.

The tinkling sound from the side of the anvil entered the ears of the three people facing each other here, and hit the heart. Although the blacksmith Yuan Da Hammer never looked at it again, the more this happened, the more difficult it was to teach people.

Jia Bancong, an old man in black, almost became the first person to break the rules of the blacksmith shop on the mountain of no return. He was the least easy.

"Are you the one who killed my father?" Just when Ren Qiang's mind was relaxed and he was glad that he had escaped, a clear young man asked in a clear voice.

"Yes. He lowered the steel sword in his hand.

At this time, Ren Pingsheng had already straightened up. The old man in black looked at him with very spicy eyes. Such a weak young man, after receiving three punches from him, it is already very unreasonable not to die.

"I killed Daoist Langshang. Ren Pingsheng said proudly.

He doesn't think that this kind of thing needs to be borne by his father, especially in the face of a young man in brocade clothes at this age.

"Well done. The brocade-clothed young man responded with such a shocking sentence, "But between you and me, I have written down this enmity." My name is Zhu Tianjiao, what's your name?"

"Si'an Village, Ren Pingsheng. ”

Zhu Tianjiao, a young man in brocade, didn't speak again, and went out of the blacksmith with the old man Jia Bancong.

"Master's suicide note, do you really say that?" On the way, Jia Bancong asked the young man whose tears had not dried.

Zhu Tianjiao raised his sleeves and wiped his eyes, "No." Grandpa said...... I wish the family is difficult, and there is another hidden secret, and we are not allowed to take revenge. ”

Jia Bancong looked in the direction of Jiujing Villa, "Although you are still young, you might as well tell me, what do you think yourself?"

"I don't know, I just miss grandpa. Zhu Tianjiao said. "Master Jia, grandpa is gone, can you stay at home?"

Jia Bancong silently glanced at the young man who should not know the taste of sorrow, and nodded.

"Then can I worship you as a teacher?" Zhu Tianjiao looked at the old man with eager eyes.

"Don't you don't like to learn martial arts, and you don't like to cultivate the Tao?" Jia Bancong said in surprise.

"However, I have to protect my mother in the future, and Xiangxiang. ”

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