The night rain fell, and the cold wind blew outside the pavilion.

Star-Lord was muttering something to Kunyu, mainly Star-Lord said, Kunyu listened.

Zhou Ran sat next to him, thinking about what had just happened.

His right index finger tapped silently on the back of his left hand, and the rain fell drip by drop along the old tiles, and the lamp on the table in the pavilion was protected by a glass cover, swaying from time to time.

Zhou Ran suddenly looked up at the road leading to the pavilion, and said to Star-Lord and Kunyu, "Don't leave the pavilion for a while." ”

The two looked up at Zhou Ran and followed Zhou Ran's line of sight.

In the wind and rain outside the pavilion, more than ten figures came in the rain.

These people are dressed in robes and hats, led by three masters of the Guiyuan Realm, and the rest are all Nayuan Realm strengths.

Outside the pavilion, everyone drew their swords at the same time.

The leader said: "The Great Lakes Gang wants money and doesn't want to die, as long as the little boy keeps the money on his body, the Great Lakes Gang will not be embarrassed." ”

More than a dozen swords reflected the fire in the pavilion, and there was only the sound of wind and rain between heaven and earth.

Zhou Ran put his hands behind his back, quietly watching the person holding the sword in the night rain, the wooden sword turning back and forth on the tips of his fingers.

Seeing this, the man raised his hand and waved it violently, and shouted, "Kill!"

The three Guiyuan Realm did not move, and the more than a dozen Nayuan Realm behind them stepped on the cold rain and killed with swords.

Zhou Ran's figure is like a night fog, which suddenly dissipates and dissipates.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of a Nayuan realm, holding the sword in the man's hand between his fingers.

Between the two fingers, the true element suddenly erupted, and the long sword was shattered.

Without waiting for the broken sword that was broken into more than ten pieces to fall to the ground, Zhou Ran waved his sleeves, took all the broken blades into his hand, and shot out with his backhand.

Sou!

Sou!

Sou!

Each broken blade brought a sound of wind and a burst of blood.

At night, in the wind and rain.

In an instant, more than a dozen people died.

The three Guiyuan Realm were frightened, the three of them looked at each other, put their swords into the scabbard at the same time, hugged their fists and said, "Offended!"

The aftermath was still in the wind, and the three of them immediately retreated.

Seeing that the three of them just retreated and disappeared into the night mist, Star-Lord asked Zhou Ran puzzledly, "Young Master, just let them go?"

Zhou Ran smiled and didn't answer.

Tonight, he only asked about the sword, and it didn't matter if he killed or not.

The reason why he let go of Xiao Baiyan was because Zhou Ran asked from the three of them about the sword he wanted. And not kill these three, simply because they did not hesitate to return their swords to the sheath.

It is not difficult to draw the sword from its sheath, but it is not easy to return it to the sheath, especially when facing an enemy.

After the three of the Great Lakes Gang left, the night fog surrounding the pavilion was noticeably quieter.

However, it didn't take long for two more people to come out of the night fog, one tall and one short.

These are two people who have reached the peak of the Guiyuan Realm, and in terms of the depth of True Yuan, they are only half a step away from the True Yuan Three Refining.

The tall man carries a double sword on his back, and the short man hides a short sword in his sleeve.

As they got closer to the pavilion, the speed of the two of them became faster and faster, and the momentum on their bodies also increased rapidly with each step.

There were only a few zhang away from the pavilion, and the tall man raised his hands and grasped the hilt of the heavy sword.

Boom!

The two swords were unsheathed at the same time, and they slashed straight down at the pavilion.

The tip of the sword swallows the sword rays three feet, and the power of the two swords can be called unstoppable.

The short man was half as strong as the tall man, and the short sword lying in his sleeve had begun to whine softly.

When the tall man slashes down the pavilion with his sword, that's when he strikes.

Zhou Ran looked outside, his expression calm, as if he was appreciating the night rain, and the three-inch wooden sword in his hand was still rotating unfast.

Seeing that the two heavy swords were about to be slashed, the black trench coat on his body suddenly flew up.

I saw him wave his sleeves and sweep it, and the sword momentum of the two swords collapsed on the spot, and the sword wind caused by the two swords scattered in all directions, and countless reeds around him were silently cut off, falling into the mud in the night wind.

The short man hesitated, but in the end he did not make a move, and retreated with the tall man.

The two of them receded, and a night fog seemed to be swept by a hurricane, churning violently.

One man walked out of it, and the power of the stars descended from the sky.

I can't even sit still in the innate realm!

In the wind and rain, the innate realm shook down.

But in the face of this powerful palm power that the innate realm was enough to shake the pavilion into the Yandang Great Lake, Zhou Ran was a little disappointed in his heart, because the innate realm that he had finally waited for did not use a sword.

Since you don't use a sword, you don't have to waste time on this person.

Zhou Ran took a step forward and handed out a punch.

Fist to palm, but fist wins.

That Innate First Realm was directly knocked away and fell into the night mist.

The wind is wild and the rain is heavy.

At this moment, the world is so silent.

Zhou Ran looked at the calm night fog in front of him and said loudly: "Roll me if you don't make the sword!"

A loud shout full of rich true yuan suddenly spread to the four fields.

The sea of fog is sounding, and the waves are rising.

A clear sword roar came from afar, and a shout came one step earlier than the sword sound: "Yuncang sent Zhang Zhuqing here!"

After the night fog, someone flew by.

Zhang Zhuqing landed silently, he pressed his thumb against the hilt of the sword, the sword body was only an inch out of the sheath, but the sword roared non-stop.

Zhang Zhuqing buckled his thumb to let the sword return to the sheath, looked at Zhou Ran's eyes surging with wind and clouds, and he asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

Yanhui City is the biggest source of wealth for the Yuncang faction, and the city lord of Yanhui City has always been the deputy head of the Yuncang faction, and Zhang Zhuqing is one of the disciples of He Lichuan, the current city lord of Yanhui City.

With Zhang Zhuqing's identity, he naturally didn't care that there was a very generous boy in the city, and he didn't care about how many wild dogs this kid had attracted to hide in the dark. At present, the biggest thing for Yan Hui City is that Bai Songran, the elder of the Yuncang Sect, and the three disciples of the head of the sect will come here tomorrow morning and will take the Yunkun boat to Fengyun Valley.

Whether it was the sect elder Bai Songran or the three descendants who were highly regarded by the whole sect, they were all high-level members of the Yuncang faction, although they were only returning to the city via the wild goose this time, and they hardly stopped, but the city lord He Lichuan did not dare to be negligent.

For this reason, he only left one of the eldest disciples by his side, and the rest of the personal disciples were all sent out to inspect the Yanhui City.

Seeing that the four of them were about to arrive tomorrow morning, Zhang Zhuqing would never allow any accidents at this time.

Zhou Ran looked at Zhang Zhuqing, and then at the sword in his hand, the wooden sword in his hand turned faster and faster.

Zhang Zhuqing saw that Zhou Ran ignored him, although he was a little angry in his heart, but he didn't have a seizure, he turned his face slightly and said to the night fog behind him: "I don't care who you are, and I don't care who is standing behind you, if you don't want to be an enemy of the City Lord's Mansion, then please retreat now!"

Zhang Zhuqing didn't speak loudly, but who dared to stand in the night fog at this time was a mediocre person? Naturally, he heard his words clearly.

The City Lord's Mansion is powerful and backed by the Yuncang faction, the so-called three families and the seven clans of Yanhui City together dare not disobey the meaning of the City Lord's Mansion, and several innate realms hiding in the night fog have also recruited some masters, and they have come out with this gang and that faction to make a fortune in the Yandang Great Lake, but in fact, they are not even as good as pigs and dogs in the eyes of the City Lord's Mansion.

Not to mention that the young Zhang Zhuqing is a disciple of the city lord, and his own innate second realm cultivation is enough to make everyone jealous of him, and then thinking of the news that the high-level officials of the Yuncang faction are coming here to take the Yunkun boat and the attitude of the city lord's mansion to the outside world in recent days, it is not difficult to understand the murderous intention contained in Zhang Zhuqing's words.

Therefore, as soon as his words fell, there were bursts of footsteps in the night mist, and soon they fell silent again.

After Zhang Zhuqing finished speaking, he no longer cared about his back and continued to look at Zhou Ran.

"Do it yourself!"

As if sensing something, Zhang Zhuqing put down this sentence and turned away.

The heavy night fog surged slightly, quickly engulfing Zhang Zhuqing's figure.

The night rain will not stop, and the night wind will not stop.

Zhou Ran stood motionless, the wooden sword in his hand was not only still rotating, but also turning faster after Zhang Zhuqing left.

The wooden sword turned faster and faster.

Because they were turning too fast, Star-Lord and Kunyu, who were standing behind Zhou Ran, had long been unable to see the shadow of the wooden sword, and could only see a few of Zhou Ran's fingers shaking back and forth.

It is like the wind to sparse the bamboo, and the bamboo does not leave a sound when the wind passes.

When the wooden sword was about to reach a certain extreme, it suddenly stopped, and landed motionless between Zhou Ran's fingers.

When the wooden sword stopped, the night mist in front of Zhou Ran was split by an invisible sword qi, and it stretched forward rapidly from where he was, and the thick night mist where the invisible sword qi went was all silently separated.

At the end of the sword qi, a rickety old man dragged a broken sword in his hand and walked step by step.

The old man's hair was sparse and messy, like the withered reeds around him, and he was dressed in a wide robe that did not fit properly, and he did not know where it came from, step by step in the mud, but there was not a trace of muddy water on his body.

He just stopped when the night mist separated by the sword qi filled his feet.

The old man looked up at the pavilion, but what he looked at Zhou Ran was a pair of blood holes.

The old man who came dragging the sword asked, "You came to borrow the sword?"

Zhou Ran frowned slightly, shook his head, and nodded again.

He shook his head because he didn't come here to borrow a sword, but to ask for a sword.

Nodding his head, the old man's borrowed sword is not contradictory to his questioning sword, and he can get the answer he wants.

The blind old man seemed to have seen Zhou Ran's response, maybe he didn't care about Zhou Ran's reaction at all, but continued expressionlessly: "Their swords are not as good as this one in my hand, do you dare to borrow it?"

Zhou Ran looked at the old man, and the old man also looked at him.

One looks at people, and what he sees is an old swordsman who came by stepping on the night wind and night rain.

One looks at the heart, and what you see is a good state of mind without waves.

The old man's name is Chen, and the city lord of Yanhui City and the current head of the Yuncang faction have to call him uncle when they see him.

Almost all of the nine sects and thirty-six sects are great forces that have been inherited for thousands or even thousands of years, and none of them have been smooth sailing in the long years. It is the four factions in the western part of Jizhou, the Thousand Peerless Gate has a hidden catastrophe, the Lieyang Valley has the disaster of earth fire, the Frost and Snow Gate has the difficulty of icy cold, and the Yuncang Sect has also experienced several catastrophes that are close to extinction, the most recent one happened decades ago.

A Jiazi ago, Yun Cang sent a genius of the Heavenly Vertical, at the age of ten the True Yuan Three Refining was consummated, and at the age of fifteen, the Innate Realm was consummated and advanced to the Star Vertical Realm, and since then, he has been advancing all the way, and he actually stepped into the Heavenly Gate above the Star Vertical Realm before the age of thirty.

At that time, the Yuncang Sect was very powerful because of him alone, and even had the qualifications to attack the Nine Gates. And according to the speed of that person's growth, there may not be no possibility of stepping into a higher realm within a hundred years. Once he can finally reach that height, the Yuncang Sect will become the first Upper Nine Sect Sect in the history of Jizhou.

Obviously, the man failed!

Just two months before the last Zhengtian Conference, that man suddenly launched a madness for some reason, and not only slaughtered his fellow disciples and brothers overnight, but even the master who brought him up with one hand also died tragically in his hands.

After that night, he gouged out his eyes, broke his sword with his own hands, and his cultivation realm fell all the way to the peak of the innate realm.

That genius is none other than Chen Shizhi.

He personally put He Lichuan in the position of the head of the house, and sat in the dungeon of the Yuncang Sect for more than ten years, until He Lichuan sat firmly in the head of the house, he expelled himself from the mountain gate, and then lived in seclusion in the 30,000-mile Yandang Lake.

Since living in seclusion, Chen Shizhi has only appeared twice, and the last time he appeared was 17 years ago.

Tonight was his third appearance, dragging the broken sword with him.

Tonight, he wanted to lend the dagger.

Lend it to a Returning Realm kid.