There should be some other emotions before the killing, maybe excitement, happiness, or expectation, but it must be based on the relationship between the person you want to kill and you can't tell, but now the person Li Fuyao is going to kill, he doesn't even know the name of the other party, and he doesn't even know whether it's a man or a woman, the only thing he knows is that the monk in the big tent is a Confucian monk who has not crossed the first three realms, and even knows that this one may be from the Yanling Academy, and the rest don't know.

Therefore, Li Fuyao's heart is very calm now, there is no excitement, the only thing he is thinking about is how he will cut off the head of that monk later, and he will suffer the least price.

In the big tent, there was a scholar who was reading at the desk, leaning against the dim oil lamp, and this extremely thin scholar was holding a book of sages' anthologies, thoughtful.

After reading two pages, the scholar in a snow-white shirt shook his head with some sighs, and then muttered something helplessly, but the voice was too small for anyone to hear.

After a moment, the lights flickered, and the reader raised his head and looked away from the book to the dark shadow of the oil lamp.

After turning his head, the scholar, dressed in a snow-white shirt, saw the young man standing not far from the entrance of the big tent.

The boy carried a firewood knife on his back and did not say a word.

The scholar looked at the young man, and quickly saluted: "Under Zuo Sifan, I don't know why Daoist friends are here?"

Li Fuyao, who carried a firewood knife, said calmly: "I am from Zhou. ”

In short, it is shocking.

Zuo Sifan quickly nodded clearly, and then he quickly praised sincerely: "I can't imagine that Zhou Guo is so remote, and there can be such a young genius, and he hasn't reached the crown yet, right?"

Li Fuyao was slightly stunned, but soon realized that it was this peaceful-looking scholar who should have regarded him as a monk in the Green Silk Realm because he didn't perceive his arrival.

Li Fuyao didn't speak, but shook his head.

Zuo Sifan sighed and sighed: "Even if you don't cross that threshold, it's not far behind, in this mountain and river, the young world is now emerging, and the Taoist species on the other side of Liangxi has a tendency to stand out, let's Yanling is a step behind." ”

He looked at Li Fuyao and apologized slightly: "It was not my intention to come to Da Zhou by the trend of Yanling this time, but after stepping on that cultivation road, I couldn't go far, and I was subject to a lot of restrictions, but it didn't work if I didn't come, and it was said that after embarking on this road, the world would no longer be able to balance itself, but in fact, only those predecessors who really went further could really have great detachment, let's just be a bigger ant." ”

Li Fuyao replied calmly: "The big ones bully the small, and the strong ones bully the weak, it doesn't seem to be wrong, it just depends on whose fist is bigger." ”

Zuo Sifan smiled and persuaded him with good words: "That's not what the truth says, it's just that now you can only do this, but since Daoyou haven't set foot in the Qingsi Realm, how can you deal with as many as a dozen Daoists." ”

Li Fuyao thought about it and smiled, "Although I haven't set foot in Qingsi, there is really a female devil who has already set foot in Qingsi." ”

Zuo Sifan was taken aback, "There are actually two monks in the Zhou Kingdom?!"

Li Fuyao didn't explain this time, but just untied the firewood knife from behind.

Zuo Sifan, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, smiled calmly: "Zuo doesn't want to sit still, so he offended." ”

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Qinghuai, who walked out of the last big tent, looked at the countless Chen Guo soldiers outside the tent expressionlessly, and did not stop for a moment, but just sat down on a high platform with a jump, looked at the black pressure of the soldiers below, pointed to the easternmost big tent, and said softly: "Don't go in that big tent, otherwise you will all die." ”

Now that he already knew that his own coach and several immortal masters in his companions had died violently, Chen Guo's pawn listened to the girl's words, and looked at each other for a while, and they all saw fear in the eyes of Pao Ze.

In Beiyan County that day, most of them watched those immortal masters walk through the Great Zhou army like this, and twisted the necks of those generals one by one. But now, this extremely beautiful girl in a green shirt looks much more terrifying, and she even took the lives of a dozen monks and a commander of the army silently, and now this girl has never left, who dares to act rashly?

Therefore, under the order of the deputy commander of the army, so many as hundreds of thousands of soldiers just looked at the girl sitting on the high platform quietly.

If this falls in the eyes of the painter, it will definitely be a very beautiful painting.

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In the big tent, in the faint light, the young man with the firewood knife had already produced an unknown number of swords, although most of them had failed, but occasionally a few swords still fell on the body of the scholar.

A sword at the waist, a sword on the shoulder, and even a sword on the leg.

Obviously, the young man was carrying a knife, but Zuo Sifan felt that the injuries on his body were sword wounds.

Looking up at the young man with a slightly pale face, Zuo Sifan suddenly realized: "I originally thought that even if you were only one foot away from the green silk realm, I would have some chance to get out of this big tent, but who would have thought clearly, you are actually a swordsman!"

"In such a remote place in the Zhou Kingdom, there is actually a swordsman!"

Zuo Sifan was a little incredulous.

Li Fuyao didn't give him much time to think, stepped out with a knife, and slashed down again.

This time it was not a repetition of the previous scene, Zuo Sifan did not retreat, and Li Fuyao's firewood knife did not go down one more point, but a crisp sound sounded.

Then the blade of the hatchet was cracked.

Li Fuyao put away his knife and stepped back, looking at the things in Zuo Sifan's hands.

It was a brush with a glowing blue glow.

Looking at Li Fuyao, Zuo Sifan sighed and said: "It is said that you swordsmen have nothing but a sword, and there is nothing else except a sword, before I thought it might be a rumor, but now it seems that it is not false at all, and it is no wonder that after six thousand years, the Dao system is almost gone." ”

Li Fuyao lowered his head slightly, and he didn't even look at the cyan brush, but just swung it out suddenly.

There was a strong wind in the big tent.

The light of the oil lamp flickered, but the cyan brush was not damaged in the slightest.

Zuo Sifan reminisced: "When I was still studying in the school palace, it was really the most carefree time for Zuo in these years, but it has also become a cloud of the past, and there is only such a pen left." ”

Li Fuyao suddenly fell backwards, at the same time, the cyan brush shot at Li Fuyao like a blue light, Li Fuyao felt the chill of the cyan brush passing by his bun, slightly sinking his shoulders, just dodging the final blow of the brush, Li Fuyao pestle the wood, stood up straight, and looked at the cyan brush that returned to Zuo Sifan's hand.

For the grade of magic weapons, the swordsmen in the mountains and rivers have always cared too much, they only need to have one mind to the sword in their hands, and the rest of the things have really never been requested. But the monks of the three sects, except for the swordsman, have a lot of research on magic weapons, and the effects of each magic weapon are not the same.

Zuo Sifan took the cyan brush and said calmly: "Your sword immortal can really break all kinds of magic weapons with one sword, but you are a swordsman who doesn't even have a sword, I'm afraid you don't have this ability." ”

Li Fuyao wanted to tell him that the sword immortal would never take him seriously, but he was still alive in his throat, and the cyan brush was blue and blue, and it swept straight towards Li Fuyao.

Zuo Sifan said with emotion: "Zuo has not killed anyone for several years. ”