"You're too adventurous. ”

Wen Guanyue stood quietly on the hill of the Dead Man's River, and the old man with three scars on his face walked behind him and said in a cold voice.

"If even this girl in the Bashan Sword Field can beat me, then what if I bet myself on them?"

Wen Guanyue looked at the muddy river with an indifferent face, "There is no risk in this world, only a well-designed gamble." ”

The old man lowered his eyelids, said no more, and turned to leave.

Wen Guanyue stood quietly on the river hill and waited.

He was unknown in Changling and in the entire world of cultivators, so although more and more people were coming, not many people noticed his presence.

He was just very meticulous, and he saw the terrain of this sword land, including the softness of each piece of land, where the grass was long and where the grass was short, and remembered it in his eyes.

He even landed on most of the places.

Just because not many people notice his presence doesn't mean that no one notices his presence.

In an ordinary carriage, a cultivator in a black shirt quietly watched his every move.

This cultivator himself is also very young, and it seems that he is at most five or six years older than Wen Guanyue, but when he looks at Wen Guanyue, he naturally regards Wen Guanyue as a junior in his heart.

However, at the age of twenty or so, he cultivated to the middle level of the Five Realms, and a person like Wen Guanyue was of course a rare genius in the world, and a cultivator who could have such a talent and be so meticulous and serious would far surpass his peers in terms of mental nature.

Although there were very few people in the world of cultivators who believed in the theory of absolute astrology and luck, the endless emergence of such young cultivators in Changling made him think of what those star officials said a few years ago that luck converged in Changling.

At this moment, an attendant came to the side of the window of his carriage, saluted him in the carriage, and did not speak, but handed him a wax-sealed letterhead directly through the window.

The black-shirted cultivator was a little surprised when he saw this letterhead, and when he opened the letterhead and read it carefully, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile slightly when he saw the payment at the end of the letterhead.

He started killing people at the age of thirteen, and it took another nine years for him to finally get the head he is today

Ling's status has become a night owl who controls many shady small businesses in Changling, and has become a member of the Changling Gate Valve, but of course he knows that he can be recognized by countless Jianghu figures and become the controller and middleman of many businesses, not only because he is an external member of the Nangong family, not only that he has a group of brothers who are as brave and desperate as him, but the biggest reason is that he himself is the most credible Jianghu figure.

Naturally, people like him do not pursue pure profits.

He abides by the rules that Changling already has.

So even if he knew that Zheng Sleeve of Jiaodong County was not an ordinary woman, he also knew that Zheng Sleeve could bring him more benefits, but if he violated his roots, he could not become his true friend.

Business is business, if you can follow the existing rules of Changling, you can follow his rules, of course, you can cooperate.

But if you can't, everything will be stopped.

.......

In the eyes of the old man with three scars on his face, it was too risky for Wen Guanyue to gamble on this sword for three years, but in the eyes of many people who arrived on the riverside one after another, it was a bigger adventure for Wang Jingmeng to push Yan Xinlan out to compete with the sword.

Although Wang Jingmeng blocked the sword of the Divine Mind cultivator who assassinated Gongsun Qianxue, and allowed himself and Gongsun Qianxue to survive, his reputation naturally reached its peak in the cultivator's world, but in the majestic city of Changling, there were more ordinary people who had no concept of these power realms.

What they want to see is the excitement, the beautiful succession of victories.

Many practitioners seem to be celebrities to them, but they can't tell why they are famous or what they are.

A young man from the Shanye Sect who came from afar to avenge his teacher constantly defeated the celebrities in the city, which gave them endless imagination, and even gave them the feeling that sparrows could gradually fly up the branches and become phoenixes.

This kind of desire that ordinary people can't do, but has in their hearts, when they see someone who can realize it step by step, they are more likely to empathize with it, and their emotions are easier to be mobilized.

In any dynasty, in any era, it is not these cultivators who are really creating wealth, but the vast majority of ordinary people.

It is not a very small number of cultivators who really decide the outcome of the war on the battlefield, but the general ones who have gathered into a large army

Tongren.

As far as the higher authorities are concerned, these ordinary people are naturally ignorant.

They are easily instigated by some things and sent to death in ignorance, but they are also easily entangled in daily trivial matters and quickly forget some things.

After Wang Jingmeng was injured, he didn't come out to compete with the sword for many days, his previous momentum had been gradually forgotten, and this time Yan Xinlan represented him and Bashan Sword Field, if he was defeated, ordinary people naturally felt that Bashan Sword Field was not good.

In the eyes of these people, Wang Jingmeng's revenge for Gu Liren was just a reason, and what he finally swept was a storm.

Compared with finding out the real culprit behind the killing of Gu Liren, the magnates of Changling and even various dynasties are more concerned about what kind of benefits they can get in this storm.

Some people hope that the storm will come as violently as possible.

Win Wu is one of them.

He had also been very neglected in Changling, so everyone except for those he really trusted, the rest did not know, and at this time, the great prince was also in a carriage by the river, waiting for this battle.

He was very confident in Wang Jingmeng.

But Yan Xinlan....A girl who seems to be an ordinary girl is really as powerful as Wang Jingmeng said?

He was a little inexplicably anxious.

......

Near noon, a carriage passed through the crowd and came into view.

The crowd that had been waiting for a long time was in a commotion, because many people knew the coachman who drove the carriage, and it was the coachman who had helped Wang Jingmeng drive the carriage before.

So soon everyone realized that the people from the Bashan Sword Field had arrived.

It's just that this carriage is a little different today than usual.

In the process of the carriage moving, there were some inexplicable beats, and with the inexplicable beating, there were some roaring sounds in the carriage, and even the sneering wind flowed between the wooden cracks.

Ying Wu sensed the breath in the carriage, and his anxiety instantly became more serious.

Wen Guanyue looked at the carriage, his face was as calm as ever, but a voice sounded in his heart, "I used the elixir to forcibly improve the cultivation of the True Yuan, and even the True Yuan realm was not stable, so you want to compete with me to win the sword?"

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