Ning Yuan looked at the several masters who were gradually approaching, and he smiled lightly: "Shopkeeper Wei, Ning is a rough man, and he has never pitied the fragrance and cherished the jade in his life, but today I met a beauty like you in the Drunken Sky Tower, and I really couldn't bear to destroy the flowers with my hands." Heroes have been sad since ancient times, Ning is not a hero, but he can't do anything to you. As the saying goes, people respect me, I respect people, shouldn't you be grateful for the picture and cook for me to fry those rabbits?"

Ning Yuan, who was decisive in words and deeds, and ruthlessly acted ruthlessly, suddenly began to chatter with the shopkeeper of Wei, and changed from a blue-shirted knight to a prodigal son.

It wasn't the first day for Shopkeeper Wei to fight with a master, and the experience of wandering between life and death many times told her that Ning Yuan should be deliberately delaying time to adjust her breath.

But Ning Yuan's kind of person can't be measured by common sense, and she is also muttering in her heart, who knows if this cunning Ning Yuan, who is as cunning as an old fox, is pretending to be injured and breathing, luring her to attack? If he comes to the "Burning Plain" with a monstrous sword at this time, even if it is only seventy or eighty percent of the power of the previous sword, then she can't stop it.

Shopkeeper Wei rolled his eyes, turned his head and said to a few submissive third-grade masters behind him: "Don't be afraid! He is already at the end of the crossbow, if any of you can catch Ning Yuan, the old lady will have a spring festival with him, it is worth a thousand gold!"

If at this time, the shopkeeper Wei said that the bounty would give silver, it is estimated that these four third-grade masters would also have to think about it. As soon as the shopkeeper Wei opened his mouth, he took out his capital to press the bottom of the box, and one sentence aroused the thoughts of the four men, and they pulled out their blades one after another, and surrounded Ning Yuan again.

Ning Yuan smiled freely, he was satisfied with this situation in the Drunken Sky Tower today. At the cost of his own internal injuries, he abolished Old Man Cai, and the remaining garlic should not be able to stop Lin Yuhua, the tigress of Dongcang Pavilion, and it is time to find a chance to escape.

If he could kill two or three more reckless men with his remaining strength in the process of escaping, then he Ning Yuan would have fought beautifully in this battle.

Ning Yuan stared at a third-grade master with blood stains on his right hand, this person was shocked by his own sword before, and his skill should be the weakest, so let's take this unlucky egg first!

As a result of his thoughts, the flames of the Yunhu Sword in Ning Yuan's hand rose again, and in an instant, the flames illuminated the entire Drunken Sky Tower.

As soon as Ning Yuan came up with a sword, a long white figure fell from the second floor and landed directly five steps in front of Ning Yuan.

The person who came turned his back to Ning Yuan, and didn't see him make any movements, and a murderous aura that was more than five times more blazing than that move suddenly rose, and with Ning Yuan's realm, he still felt the suffocation of Mount Tai.

But with one breath, the four vigorous three-rank masters all fell to their knees, bleeding from their seven orifices, and they didn't blink to death.

The man in white who looked like a thin bamboo pole said calmly: "Qianling, you have been walking on the rivers and lakes for a few years, how did you find so many wine bags and rice bags!"

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the gray-clothed old Cai Tou, who had broken his right arm and had a painful face, and sighed softly.

When Ning Yuan was confused, the shopkeeper of Wei, who was also the "Wei Qianling" in the mouth of the man in white, jumped forward and slashed Lao Cai's throat with the poisoned mandarin duck Yue......

Before Lao Cai died, his face was still full of doubts, and he couldn't understand why his employer would turn the finger at him.

After killing Lao Cai, Wei Qianling knelt on her knees, kowtowed to the man in white three times, and when she looked up again, her white forehead was already blood-red, Wei Qianling said with a frightened face: "My subordinates deserve to die, and I will live up to Mr.'s entrustment!"

The man in white didn't say anything, but turned his head to look at Ning Yuan.

The two of them looked at each other, Ning Yuan only felt a vast coercion coming to his face, and hurriedly drew his sword and two arms, but he didn't listen to the call at all, he couldn't make a sound even if he wanted to speak.

It felt like a midnight nightmare, and my mind was so clear that I couldn't even lift a finger.

Ning Yuan could still hear Wei Qianling begging for mercy in his ears, and he could also see that the man in white was walking towards him step by step, but his limbs and bones could not move at all.

A chill surged in Ning Yuan's heart, could it be that he had fallen for the illusion?

Suddenly, the coercion on Ning Yuan's body stopped abruptly and disappeared without a trace! The man in white said softly: "Brother Ning, this trick is very handsome!"

Ning Yuan clenched the long sword in his hand tightly, and finally remembered the tall and thin man in front of him, he was the third day master of the Cangming Palace, Mr. Zhijian, who ranked ninth among the top ten masters of the Northern Zhou Dynasty!

Cangming Palace is the second sect in the ancestral court of the Three Great Dao Sects of the Northern Zhou Dynasty after Hongxuanzong, and is especially good at refining weapons and alchemy. Every year, Cangming Palace will spare no blood to send several furnaces of precious pills to the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty and the vassal kings of various states. Although these rare elixirs of outstanding quality and cannot be bought by money cannot make people immortal, their effects on prolonging life and strengthening the body are extremely significant.

Therefore, in the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, Hongxuanzong has the most fame, and the Cangming Palace has the best reputation in the temples of the Northern Zhou Dynasty. Last year, the eldest grandson of the old palace master of Cangming Palace sighed that Qingchen had just won the crown, and he was rewarded with the title of "Shunjie Marquis" by the imperial court. Although this title is in name only, it just rightly illustrates the favor of the Northern Zhou court to the Cangming Palace.

The slender bamboo pole in front of Ning Yuan's eyes is regarded as the No. 3 person in Cangming Palace, and his status is second only to the Great Heavenly Master Sigh Canglan and the Second Heavenly Master Yan Dingchen.

Zhijian learned swords at the age of seven, became a sword in seven years, and set foot in the rivers and lakes at the age of fourteen, challenging the sword sect of the world with one person and one sword. No one would have thought that this young man who had not dried up would be amazed when he entered the rivers and lakes, and he had picked 36 sword sects in a row in six years, broken 36 famous swords, and never been defeated. Six years later, when the sword was stopped and the sword was worshiped again, no sect refused to fight.

On August 18 of the year when he was twenty-four years old, he stopped watching the tide of the Qiantang River, and the angry tide was surging and stirring the sword intent in his chest.

This also made thousands of descendants of the rivers and lakes flock to the Qiantang River, hoping to realize the profound sword path from the tide, and even more settled down by the river, moved pots and pans, in addition to eating and sleeping, squatting on the riverside day and night to watch the tide, but unfortunately there is only one white-clothed sword god in the world who watches the tide and leaves the dust.

Later, Cangming Palace recruited Zhijian to enter the palace at the cost of Cangxiao Sword, one of the top ten divine soldiers in the world. Zhijian in order to seek the ultimate in swordsmanship, he faded out of the rivers and lakes for 12 years, and cast swords and swords on Cangming Island all day long, there are few rumors of Mr. Zhijian on the rivers and lakes, Ning Yuan also had a relationship with Zhijian in Youzhou fifteen years ago.

Through Wei Qianling's words, Ning Yuan realized that the brilliant Mr. Zhijian was the mastermind behind this ambush in the Drunken Sky Tower. As soon as Zhijian appeared, Wei Qianling killed Lao Cai, who had lost one of his arms, and seemed to be very jealous of others knowing Zhijian's whereabouts.

But Ning Yuan couldn't figure it out, with the terrifying strength of the ninth in the world, why did he go to such great lengths to let Wei Qianling's group of shrimp soldiers and crabs besiege him in the future?

"The small skill of carving insects is not enough to worry about teeth, how can you get into the eyes of the dignified sword god? If I remember correctly, Ning is two years older than you. One product and four realms, from the dust, Qingxuan, Fatian, Qi Xian, twenty-four years old into the dust, thirty-six years old to step on Qingxuan, no wonder there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Northern Zhou Dynasty kendo luck is a stone, and the sword monopolizes eight buckets. With your swordsmanship, taking Ning's life is like taking a bag, why bother so much?"

Cultivating and practicing martial arts, there are nine grades in the realm. There are a total of 72 acupuncture points in the human body, that is, 72 cave heaven blessed land, every time you open eight cave heavens, the true qi in the meridians of the acupoints is full, and it will improve a grade.

At first, the Nine Grades and Eight Dao Caves were very shallow, and even if they were stupid people with low qualifications, as long as they were taught, they could be practiced in one or two years; the Eight Grades and Eight Dao Caves were twice as difficult as the Nine Grades and Eight Dao Caves, and it would take three or four years; the Seventh Grade and Eight Dao Caves were twice as difficult as the Eight Grades and Eight Dao Caves, and it would take seven or eight years. If there is no guidance from a famous teacher, the realm of seven and eight grades is already the limit of ordinary people.

There has never been anything in the world that is fair, everyone's qualifications and circumstances are different, some people can reach the realm of seven products in three years, and some people can't break through the seven products in their lifetime. And the first-class master is one of the few top grandmasters in the entire Northern Zhou Dynasty, and he can make a name for himself no matter where he is placed.

Lichen is the first realm of the first grade, which means "the spirit outside the clouds is pure, elegant and away from the dust", which is different from the realm of the second grade. "If you don't enter the dust, it is difficult to knock on the immortal gate", the realm of leaving the dust is the dragon gate for those who cultivate and practice martial arts, and it is also the highest threshold, and countless martial artists and Taoists cannot step through this threshold in their lives.

"Qingxuan's Qi, rejuvenated, if you can meet it, the immortal road will be completed", Qingxuan is a product of the realm, stepping into the realm of Qingxuan, it also means that you have the qualification to knock on the door of heaven, and you have the opportunity to ascend.

Stopping the sword didn't make a single move to kill four third-grade masters in seconds with just his breath, and it was not impossible for a master of the realm of a first-grade to leave the dust, but after his aura skyrocketed, Ning Yuan seemed to fall into a nightmare, which was something that a master of the realm of a rank from the dust could not do. At this time, Ning Yuan was only one line worse than that one grade away from the realm of dust.

Ning Yuan didn't expect that Zhijian, who was only thirty-six years old, actually stepped into the realm of Qingxuan, looking at the rivers and lakes of the Northern Zhou Dynasty today, his talent was probably only under his master Bo Qingce Tianzun.

Over time, Zhijian has a good chance to surpass the predecessors and enter the top five in the world.

Zhijian smiled faintly, stretched out his withered arm, and a wine jar weighing more than 100 catties flew in the air not far away, and he said softly: "I cast a sword soul for the common people, and dare to bring the green dragon into my sleeve!"

What a "dare to bring the green dragon into the sleeve"!

Zhi Jian held the heavy wine jar with one hand and continued: "Hongxuan Seven Swords, Kaiyang Sword Ning Yuan really lives up to its reputation. I have been sitting on Cangming Island for ten years with a withered sword, and I have not drunk alcohol for ten years, but today I can see Brother Ning burning the plains with a sword, and the sword aura is as vast as a dragon, and my heart is hearty. I just want to drink and argue with Brother Ning in this drunken sky, I wonder if Brother Ning can appreciate his face?"