"Sect Master, it seems that more than one or two families are worried about this sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "Hong Ze Tiandao.

"Of course not, after all, this sword has become famous on the Huangya list, and the leader of the Righteous Qi Alliance, Situ Hongyu, and I have been defeated one after another, and its scenery is enough to overshadow any martial arts master. "Nangong Qingtian Dao.

"Sect Master, in this case, we have to act quickly, I am afraid that there will be changes. ”

Nangong Qingtian nodded and said, "Elder Dong is right, this matter has to be rushed before the Righteous Qi Alliance makes a move, we have to get the sword first." ”

"Do as the Sect Master commands!" everyone said in unison.

"Good, good!" he swept everyone's faces and said, "There are many vacancies now, and this is also a good opportunity for you to make contributions, as long as you perform well, I will naturally arrange for you to enter the corresponding positions." ”

"The subordinates must do their best to serve the sect, be loyal to the sect leader, and be loyal to the Qingtian Sect. "Everyone.

"Elder Dong, you are very experienced in establishing and managing branch altars, and your current task is to quickly set up branch altars in various places, summon the remnants and recruit disciples, and especially try to find Elder Nan, we urgently need someone like Elder Nan. ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand!" said Elder Dong.

"Right Protector!"

Hearing Nangong Qingtian's words, Hong Zetian beside him hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head and knelt down and said, "My subordinates are here!"

"Because the Left Protector died in battle, the position of the Left Protector will be held by you part-time for the time being, and then another discussion will be made when there is a suitable person in the future. ”

"Yes, my subordinates obey!"

"Since you are ordered to protect the Dharma of the Left, then it is up to you to investigate the matter of the Blood Drinking Sword!" Nangong Qingtian said.

"Sect Leader, rest assured, his subordinates will definitely complete the task!"

"Well, I'm here waiting for your good news. After saying that, Nangong Qingtian asked them to leave and do what they were supposed to do.

As for Nangong Qingtian, the reason why he didn't go out in person was because his Blood Shadow Magic had reached the moment of the final rush, and he had to stay and concentrate on cultivation during this time.

Blood Shadow Magic is the third layer of the Blood Corpse Demon Skill, this exercise takes the Blood Corpse as the core, mentions the blood, devours and condenses the essence, and even the blood spirit returns to the Yuan, merging the two into one.

In the Valley of Shadows, it is surrounded by mountains on all sides, located in a dark place, and the cold is very nourishing to the blood corpses, which can be described as an excellent place, which is why Nangong Qingtian calls it the Valley of Shadows.

......

Nearly a hundred miles away from Yecheng, in a small town.

At this time, the lively and noisy street was full of people, and the restaurants and tea shops were also full of customers.

It's a small town, but it's very bustling.

At this time, from the street, a person walked slowly, the man was dressed in rags, his hair was messy and dry, like a weed that faded in autumn, and his face was a large area of mud, a typical beggar's appearance.

"Oops, it stinks, it stinks!"

"Where's the stinky beggar?"

"Disgusting!"

......

Walking into the crowd, there was a foul smell coming from his body, and the pedestrians next to this person covered their noses and mouths from time to time, and some even hurriedly kept their distance from him, obviously unable to stand the smell on his body.

Seeing the people on the street, rejecting themselves so much, and looking at others coldly, that person seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and did not flinch, but kept rolling his eyes at those people to vent his dissatisfaction.

Following the flow of people in the street, he walked slowly inside.

Interspersed left and right in the street, walking for a while, followed by a tavern.

The tavern is not very big, fifty or sixty square meters, gray stone walls, there is a bamboo shed outside, and there are three tables in the bamboo shed, and the indoor is more than the bamboo shed, about six or seven.

There is a banner on the bamboo shed of the tavern, on which are written the three big characters of "Sleep Dream House", which can be described as vigorous and powerful, and the pen is a dragon and snake.

Looking at the crowd of guests inside, the man stopped and looked inside.

Seeing this situation, the people who drank in the bamboo shed couldn't help but cast a few hateful glances at it.

"Where did you come from, wild beggar, influence the uncle to drink, get out of the way for me!" shouted the guests at one of the tables.

Hearing this, the rest of the guests also threw unfriendly glances at them, after all, this is a place to drink, and there is a dirty beggar standing in front of them, as if it is eating and drinking in front of cow dung, no matter how beautiful the taste is, it will not cause visual nausea.

And the beggar-like man did not move away from the door of the tavern because of the shouts of others.

"Ouch, it's still a stump!" said the man who had drunk him before, glancing at him with some displeasure.

Seeing that he didn't leave, the rest of the guests were also extremely unhappy.

"My brother has a violent temper, you should hurry up!" the man next to him threatened.

The beggar-like man neither spoke nor looked at them anymore, as if there was no one around to speak.

"Ah, I'm so grumpy!" said the man who had just been dissuaded, and was about to roll up his sleeves and come forward to beat him violently.

"Don't, a smelly and dirty beggar, you can't do this, you lose your identity. A companion next to him persuaded.

Hearing this, the man's idea of using force was instantly dispelled, after all, if he did it to a beggar, even if he won, his face would not be bright, but it would damage his image.

The dazzling sunlight poured down from the sky, like wisps of golden wheat, piercing people's necks and backs.

The passers-by couldn't help but stop to drink two glasses, one is the hot weather, and the other is that the wine in this tavern is indeed very fragrant, walking in the street market, you can smell the rich fragrance of the wine from a long distance.

The shopkeeper of the tavern was an old man with frosty white hair, not tall, with a somewhat dark yellow complexion and thin muscles, and I don't know if it was because of his old age or because he was born with a sloping foot, he walked with a slight limp.

Although the tavern is not very large, it is still somewhat inconvenient for such an old man.

While he is the shopkeeper, he has to be the second little man who serves wine, and he is very busy.

At this time, when he turned around, he saw an unkempt beggar standing at the door, and the smell of his body made the guests who came in and out cover their faces one by one, and their expressions were extremely unnatural.

The beggar-like man just stood quietly at the door of the inn, neither saying a word, but staring at the tavern like a stinger.

Seeing the man like this, the old man of the tavern shook his head slightly, and then cast his gaze to the counter, sorting out the things on the table.

"Old man Niu, your business is good!"

Then there was a voice outside, and then a young man in a brocade robe walked in, and the moment he walked into the threshold, he gave a fierce blank look at the standing beggar.

Judging from the outfit, this person looks like a son, with a cynical look, all written on his proud and arrogant face.