Zhao Zhijing's figure sitting cross-legged, inhaling slightly, smelled a strange fragrance in the air, which is a common incense commonly used by everyone in the rivers and lakes, but this kind of incense is no longer useful to him at this time, but not only who does not know whether he is alive or dead, but his party is not easy to provoke at first glance, and he actually came to find his bad luck at night.

The man in black outside the house saw that Zhao Zhijing in the room was still sitting cross-legged, there was nothing unusual, just a slight snoring sound, thinking that he was stunned by his own incense.

I saw that this person's eyes swept around a few times, and when he saw that no one was coming, he pulled out a small knife about a foot long from his waist. The blade of the knife is arc-shaped, like a crescent moon, and the blade of the crescent moon shines with a cold edge.

The man expertly thrust the curved blade into the crack of the door, hooked the deadbolt, and after a while heard a slight "click" and the door opened. The man saw the door open by himself, and his figure disappeared into the room in a flash, and fell into the darkness without the slightest sound.

This person flashed into the room, did not look for other east winds, just held a knife in one hand, and cautiously walked towards Zhao Zhijing step by step. It wasn't until he saw that Zhao Zhijing was still with his eyes closed, breathing smoothly as if he was still asleep in a dream, that this person breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, this person unceremoniously slashed the sharp blade in his hand towards Zhao Zhijing's throat, and there was a trace of green light on this sharp blade, which was the venom on this knife, obviously this person wanted to erase Zhao Zhijing from the world with one blow. It's just that nothing in the world is as easy as people think.

Zhao Zhijing's closed eyes opened in an instant, and the gaze of his eyes was like electricity, as if he had lit up the dark room, sweeping towards the black-clothed man in front of him. The figure flashed away from a knife in the throat, and clawed at the man's arm. When the man saw Zhao Zhijing, who had woken up at this time, he knew that his incense had no effect on Zhao Zhijing, and it was impossible for him to retreat at this time.

Immediately, the figure of this person flashed, one hand was held around his waist, and the same blade was held in his hand, and at this time he had a quenched blade on both hands. Zhao Zhijing looked at the black-clothed man in front of him and didn't dare to be careless, and when he saw that the two knives in his hands were like the fangs on the snake's body, as long as the skin was slightly scratched, he would be poisoned to death.

This person didn't give Zhao Zhijing time to think, the blades of both hands flew over, and suddenly the Dao Dao blade shadow attacked several big points around Zhao Zhijing's body, which was completely deadly, without the slightest defense. Zhao Zhijing drew an arc in the air with his palms, and then saw his palms press slightly in the air.

The gentle movement but brought great power, the man in black with the knife only felt a huge palm wind coming from the surface, and the figure in front couldn't stop retreating, even the chair beside him turned into powder in the palm wind, and suddenly he only felt that the blood in his chest was churning, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, and a mouthful of bright red blood spit out from the air of the man in black, wetting the carpet on the ground.

At this time, this person was already close to the door, and the two hurriedly exchanged hands, which had already awakened the disciples who lived next to Zhao Zhijing, and they were all rushing to Zhao Zhijing's residence, this person already knew that it was impossible to do anything at this time, and looked at Zhao Zhijing tightly, holding the injured figure, and went out of the house, and disappeared in a few flashes.

At this time, a few people next to him had already arrived, and they couldn't see that Zhao Zhijing's house was a little messy at this time, so he knelt down on one knee and said: "I still hope that the sect leader will forgive the sins, it is the subordinates and others who have derelict their duties and let the assassin come to the sect master's room, and I hope that the sect leader will punish them!"

Zhao Zhijing waved his hand after hearing this: "This person's martial arts are much higher than yours, you didn't find it, and we came from afar and are not familiar with the environment here, so I won't blame you this time." If there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless!" Zhao Zhijing held the Purple Emperor Sword in his hand, left the house that had become a mess at this time, and walked towards the next room.

After listening to Zhao Zhijing's words, the hanging hearts suddenly fell, but they thought that if someone else came to assassinate the sect leader, they still didn't find out, and their heads were about to move, and their hearts hung again.

The next day, a Mingjiao disciple dressed in armor and with a red flame on his clothes, one person and one horse stepped into the realm of the White Camel Villa, when he came to the door of the White Camel Villa, there was already someone waiting, this person handed his reins to the guard in front of the door, and he followed this person into the villa.

Ouyang Feng sat in the center of the main hall, and beside him stood the snake staff that would never leave his body. The snake slaves and maids in the main hall kept moving around, cleaning the main hall clean, without a trace of dust. At this time, Ouyang Feng saw the person coming, and with a wave of his hand, he drove away the maids and snake slaves in the hall, while he sat on the throne and watched the disciples of the Ming Sect walk into the main hall.

The disciples of the Ming Sect glanced at Ouyang Feng on the throne, and felt that he was not sitting on a person, just like a demon god, if his sect leader was a god, Ouyang Feng at this time was naturally a demon. But neither gods nor demons can compete with him at this time, so he immediately clasped his fists and bowed and said: "The disciples of the Ming Sect see Ouyang seniors, and come under the orders of the sect master, the sect leader hopes to meet the seniors, discuss the way of martial arts, and explore the pinnacle of martial arts!"

Ouyang Feng was noncommittal when he heard this, but looked at the person with his eyes like lightning, and the Ming Sect disciple at this time only felt that he was in a sea of swords and fire, and he might die at any time. But thinking that at this time, I am the sect leader representing myself, how can I let others see my timidity and let people underestimate my disciple of the Ming Sect.

Thinking about it, this person raised his head, stood his body straight, and looked at Ouyang Feng who was sitting in the main hall at this time, Ouyang Feng at this time was no longer so unattainable in his eyes, and he was no longer looking down at him at this time like a troll. Ouyang Feng saw the Ming Sect disciple who had regained his confidence at this time, nodded slightly, and said, "Boy, what's your name?"

After hearing this, the person who came said without humility or arrogance: "Below, Shi Yun, a disciple of the Ming Sect, I don't know what happened to my predecessors!"

Ouyang Feng saw that Shi Yun was defensive of himself at this time, so he didn't say anything, it was inevitable that he would come to someone else's territory alone. It's just that I don't know what the sect leader of this Ming Sect is? Although I have already read his handwritten letter, I still have to see how much combat power he has.

There is a small pavilion not far from the white camel town, you can see the beautiful scenery of the surroundings, the most important thing is that you can also see the blue waves of a lake in front of you, the breeze blows the wisps of light on the lake, Zhao Zhijing sits alone in the small pavilion, there is a jade carved chessboard on the table, and the two jade boxes next to it contain black and white chess pieces.

At this time, Zhao Zhijing put a small red clay stove on the table, added a small pot, and the burning stove boiled the mountain spring in the pot. Just when the figure of the water boiling came out of the pot, a figure appeared in the small pavilion, looking at Zhao Zhijing in the room, Zhao Zhijing at this time smiled at this person and pointed to the stone bench opposite the small furnace.