Jian Eleven retreated to Wu Jian for six months, and many things happened during these six months, but none of them were related to him, of course, on the surface, no, it was not clear what he thought in his heart, after all, Jian Eleven was notoriously dumb and never spoke.

Zhong Xinrong is a well-known beauty in Xianjianmen, enthusiastic, hotly dressed, people who don't know still think she is a watery poplar woman, but Zhong Xinrong is not, although she is dressed revealingly, but she is an innocent woman.

And Zhu Fu, one of the three sword monarchs of the Fairy Sword Gate, is not only talented, but also handsome and extraordinary, many female disciples of the Fairy Sword Gate are devoted to him, but this sword monarch seems to see through the red dust, and has never married a couple, a chance experience, accidentally met Zhong Xinrong, and somehow, it fell in love at first sight.

After Zhu Fu went back, he naturally found the head of the Fairy Sword Sect, Luo Shiyi, and told him about it, and the head of the sect naturally strongly supported this matter, after all, this Zhong Xinrong was just an ordinary disciple of the Fairy Sword Sect, and although his talent was outstanding, he could not be compared with a genius like Zhu Fu.

And this Zhu Fu is different, Zhu Fu's family is a cultivator family who mines spirit stones, if they can tie the knot together, then there must be no need to worry about the spirit stones in the future, even if they exchange things for spirit stones, presumably the other party can also make it convenient.

So this matter was settled, Zhong Xinrong did not have the right to speak from beginning to end, but this Luo Buyi also accepted Zhong Xinrong as a righteous daughter in order to establish a good relationship with the Zhu family, which was extremely sensational in Xianjianmen.

At that time, Jian Eleven was still in retreat and didn't know about it, and Zhong Xinrong didn't have the right to resist.

Of course, Zhong Xinrong can also choose to sneak away, but she didn't, because Jian Eleven, if she leaves, Jian Eleven will definitely be the object of implication, if she is more ruthless and uses Jian Eleven as a threat, Zhong Xinrong still has to come back obediently.

The origin of the two, Luo Buyi didn't know, they were an immortal elder of the Xianjian Gate, picked up in a slum, the two have been together since they picked it up, and the relationship between the two is not clear, at first I thought they were brother and sister, but Zhong Xinrong said no, she said that she just met by chance, but Zhong Xinrong was very concerned about Jian Eleven.

The marriage contract is approaching, and no one knows what Zhong Xinrong's plans are.

But five days before getting married, Jian Eleven was out of the customs, and after he learned about it, he didn't react, he still looked like a wooden one, but in the next few days, Jian Eleven sold all the items on his body into spirit stones.

Only the ancient sword in his arms remained.

On the day of the marriage, Jian Eleven was alone and ran to rob his relatives, Luo Buyi shot on the spot, but Jian Eleven's master also took action to stop it, Jian Eleven had all the spirit stones, and his master made a move to stop Luo Buyi's time for tea.

His master didn't collect the spirit stone, because Jian Eleven was picked up by his most respected senior brother, and he promised this senior brother to take care of Jian Eleven and Zhong Xinrong, but his ability was not enough, so he could only help Jian Eleven escape.

It was precisely because of this that Sword Eleven was able to escape from the Immortal Sword Gate.

But Zhu Fu couldn't stop there, this was a matter of a man's face and reputation, so he kept chasing soldiers.

"You're so stubborn, we're both going to die. Zhong Xinrong continued.

As soon as the words fell, a group of people flew in the sky not far away, led by a man dressed in red, with a big red robe on his chest, and he knew at a glance that this was the groom!

Zhu Fu stopped above Jian Shiyi, looked at him with murderous aura in his eyes, and said coldly: "Jian Shiyi, you are really not small, you dare to rob my person?" Jian Shiyi looked up at Zhu Fu and did not speak.

Zhu Fu's eyes looked at Zhong Xinrong and sneered: "And you, why don't you resist?"

Zhong Xinrong struggled and said to Jian Shiyi: "You let me down!" Jian Shiyi looked at Zhu Fu, frowned, let go of his hand, Zhong Xinrong stood beside Jian Shiyi, looked at Zhu Fu with a smile and said:

"This guy next to me is a wood, no matter how I hook up with him, he ignores me, only the sword in his eyes, this time he finally took the initiative once, it's too late for me to be happy, how can I resist. ”

While speaking, Zhong Xinrong spread her hands and showed a very helpless look, but Zhu Fu could see that she was very happy, which undoubtedly made him very angry.

Zhu Fu held the long sword in his hand and stabbed directly at Zhong Xinrong, the action was so fast that Jian Eleven didn't have time to react at all, and he didn't even have time to draw his sword, but Jian Eleven didn't hesitate at all, and stood directly in front of Zhong Xinrong, and the sword passed directly through Jian Eleven's chest.

Jian Eleven's complexion did not change in the slightest, as if he didn't feel any pain at all, his ancient sword instantly stabbed at Zhu Fu, the sword seemed ordinary, and there was no slightest aura fluctuation, in Zhu Fu's eyes, this was an ordinary sword, but he felt that he couldn't dodge.

This sword is not amazing at all, in the eyes of the people around it, it is like a sword stabbed by a person who can't hold a sword, there is no level at all, but Wang Xiaoer, who is on the side, is shocked in his eyes, and seems to see something different.

Zhu Fu didn't expect the other party's sword to be so strange, and hurriedly pulled out the sword on Jian Eleven's chest to dodge, but a long sword mark still appeared on his arm, and Zhu Fu also distanced himself from Jian Eleven.

Zhu Fu looked at his arm, the clothes on his arm had been cut, revealing the white soft armor inside, and there was also a slight sword mark on the white soft armor, Zhu Fu looked at Jian Eleven and frowned slightly:

"What kind of sword are you?" As soon as the words fell, Zhu Fu's arm suddenly fell, like a broken lotus root.

Blood spurted out, Zhu Fu's face was a little pale, he hurriedly stopped the bleeding, and at the same time suppressed the sword qi in his body, and Jian Eleven here, although there was blood seeping out of his chest, he didn't look like that.

"Sword Qi Shaping Body!" Wang Xiaoer looked at Jian Eleven and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Zhu Fu was also curious about why the other party was hit by his own sword, but he didn't die, and he looked like no one else, only then did he realize that the sword eleven in front of him was afraid that it was not weaker than him, or even stronger than him, and even said that if the three sword monarchs did not join forces, they were really not his opponents.

His sword is mundane, but deadly!

"Are you so strong?" Zhu Fu was also very unwilling, but Jian Eleven still couldn't leave today, after all, two fists are hard to beat four hands, even if it is strong, but it is also the middle stage of the elixir, and there are dozens of fellow disciples in the middle stage of the elixir on the scene.

Jian Eleven turned his head and said to Zhong Xinrong, "You go!"

Jian Eleven never spoke, even if he was a fellow of the Immortal Sword Sect, almost no one had heard him speak, and everyone present had heard him speak for the first time.

The sound is subtle and very nice.

"I don't!" Zhong Xinrong snorted coldly and said very stubbornly.

Jian Eleven didn't speak again, but stood in front of Zhong Xinrong, holding the sword in one hand, full of sword energy, as if a rare sword was about to be unsheathed.

"The sword is like the heart of the heart, and the mind is like the sword on the heart. After Jian Eleven said this softly, the sword intent on his body disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, he raised the sword in his hand to Zhu Fu slightly, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, cracks began to appear on the sword body, and Jian Eleven's complexion gradually turned red.

"The sword said: Eleven!"

Boom!

The invisible sword intent flew out of Jian Eleven's body in an instant, and the sword in his hand broke one by one, turning into pieces of broken scrap iron and shooting towards everyone, so fast that no one reacted at all.

In an instant!

The people of the Immortal Sword Gate all fell to the ground, some were dead, some were dying, even Zhu Fu, who was the Sword Monarch, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time he took out a piece of broken scrap iron from his abdomen, he felt the sword intent above, Zhu Fu sat on the ground and looked at Jian Shiyi and said: "What kind of swordsmanship is this? Why have I never seen it?"

"Self-created!" After Jian Eleven finished speaking, the whole person fell backwards upright, Zhong Xinrong hurriedly held on, and asked anxiously, "Eleven, what's wrong with you?"

Jian Eleven's face turned pale at the moment, his breathing became much slower, and he said to Zhong Xinrong with a dying breath:

"You go!"

Jian Eleven used his last strength to push Zhong Xinrong away, but that strength was too small, Zhong Xinrong didn't take a step back, Jian Eleven's eyes closed, and he completely fainted.

At the same time, countless blood began to flow out of his body, Zhong Xinrong unfolded his spiritual sense to take a look, only to find that the tendons and veins of Jian Eleven's whole body had all burst open, and countless wounds were all over his body.

Zhong Xinrong could only watch.

"You can't die, my sister saved you in the first place, you can't die like this, you promised my sister to take care of me, you can't die!" As she spoke, Zhong Xinrong panicked and injected her spiritual power into Jian Eleven's body, but it was useless at all.

Watching the person you love the most die in front of you is not the first time Zhong Xinrong has experienced it.

That year of famine, a family of four fled, along the way watched their parents starve to death, the two sisters have been dependent on each other since then, and later met Jian Eleven, who was chased and killed by the enemy, and when he met him, he was already dying, and when he woke up, his parents were also dead.

He said that his family was a martial arts family with a prominent status, but he was betrayed, so he was chased and killed by the enemy all the way, and his parents died to protect him.

Since then, the three of them have been dependent on each other.

Zhong Xinyi was thirteen years old, her sister Zhong Xinrong was nine years old, and Jian was eleven years old.

In that famine day, when there was nothing to put into her stomach for five days, Jian Eleven was already fainting from hunger, and her sister, who had no choice, dragged her seriously ill body out to find food, and in exchange for food for her stomach, she exchanged her pure body for a steamed bun that had been rancid.

That night, my sister came back pale and bloodless, holding a steamed bun in her hand, and she was very happy to take the steamed bun that her sister exchanged, and she quickly ate half of the steamed bun.

"Sister, why don't you eat it?"

"My sister has already eaten it when she was out just now, so let's give this half of a steamed bun to Eleven. Zhong Xinyi said, then pinched the remaining half of the steamed bun, put it in the mouth of Jian Eleven, who was already hungry, and then beat it with water, just like that, my sister was very careful to eat all the half of the steamed buns for Jian Eleven.

Because of this half of the steamed bun, Jian Eleven was not starved to death.

That night was very cold, in the middle of the night, the rain was very heavy, Zhong Xinyi saw that after Jian Shiyi woke up, she curled up her body, Jian Shiyi and Zhong Xinrong greeted her with concern and asked her what was wrong, but she smiled and said: It's okay, it's just a little cold.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to sleep, Eleven, if I'm asleep, remember to help me take care of my sister." After Zhong Xinyi finished speaking with a hint of mischievousness, she closed her eyes and never opened them again.