Outside Lanruo Temple, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce, and the silver-white light is pervasive, pouring on the ancient trees and green leaves.

A young scholar dressed as a young scholar walked in with a smile.

When Wang Ziteng and Ning Caichen heard the laughter, their hearts trembled.

This place, if you dare to laugh so wantonly, you are not afraid of alarming the ghosts nearby.

However, listening to the words of this scholar, it is not like an ordinary person, he can see that the demonic spirit here is surging, and he dares to come in and stay overnight with such a big grin, it can be seen that the person who comes must be a master with evil body and demon slaying powers.

"Hey, I thought this was a wilderness, entrenched by demons, no one would be there, I didn't think there would be anyone?"

The visitor didn't take anything, except for a bag hanging from his waist, this bag was gray-black, very shabby, but Wang Ziteng faintly felt that the bag was by no means an ordinary bag, because he felt a roost like red jade from above.

It's sword energy!

The sword is full of energy!

On top of a bag, there was actually an earth-shattering sword aura.

It's not a bag, it's a sword bag!

The sword immortal has not yet practiced a mouthful of divine sword into a sword pill, and before swallowing it into the dantian to nourish it, he will use the sword bag to hold the divine sword, and the sword bag will be contaminated with the breath of the divine sword for a long time, and it has incredible power.

"Could it be that this person is a swordsman?" Wang Ziteng judged in an instant that the person who came was by no means a simple person.

Hurriedly stepped forward and laughed softly: "There is no owner in these houses, and I am also a person passing by here, if you are willing to spend the night in this desolate place, it is up to you, but." You can also see that there is a demonic spirit here. It's better to leave. ”

Ning Caichen stood aside, thinking about the driver's death. The heart is uneasy, and in the mottled shadows, there are hidden fierce spirits who want to drink human blood.

This place is too terrifying, Ning Caichen doesn't want to stay for a moment, but how can he know that the coachman is dead and do nothing.

The visitor smiled and said: "You also know that there are monsters here, do you mean that you are also from my generation?"

The scholar's eyes shone brightly, and he looked towards Wang Ziteng and Ning Caichen. The startled Prince Teng and Ning Caichen took a step back, and the five-colored divine light came out of their bodies.

As for the divine sword in the Baicao Garden, he didn't take it out.

Facing a sword immortal, his kung fu of the three-legged cat on the sword can only be embarrassed when he takes it out.

The five-colored divine light surged, covering Wang Ziteng's whole body, and there was an earthy yellow dragon-shaped true qi surrounding Wang Ziteng's body, and the dragon's tail was below, circling Wang Ziteng's body. The dragon's head was raised high, staring at the comer.

"One can't see through, but he has a great opportunity to get the true qi of Tude, and the other is a rich and noble person. None of them are short-lived people, how did they all come to this ghost. ”

Seeing the prince's vigilant appearance, the comer didn't care. He glanced at Wang Ziteng again, and muttered to himself: "It's strange." This person just didn't see any cultivation, and his breath was restrained. Now that he breathes, he has at least the realm of the Great Perfection of Qi Refining, and even to the point where his qi is connected to the sky and his soul is refined. ”

"This kind of trick is really amazing!"

After muttering to himself, he collected the light in his eyes, and said with a smile: "You don't have to be nervous, I'm not a bad person, I'm a swordsman, my name is Yan Chixia!"

Yin!

Yin!

This young scholar is actually the famous Yan Chixia, and Wang Ziteng is a little excited to see his idol.

Peerless swordsman Yan Chixia!

However, this person is too young, according to Wang Ziteng's impression, Yan Chixia should be a character with a big mouth and beard, melancholy eyes, wearing tattered clothes, and a cloud of smoke and rain.

But the young scholar in front of him is polite and elegant, if it weren't for a sword bag hanging from his waist, it would be hard to believe that the young scholar in front of him was actually the famous Yan Chixia.

"Are you really Yan Chixia?" Wang Ziteng asked with some excitement, dressed in colorful divine light.

Yan Chixia was a little surprised: "Why, am I very famous, have you heard of me, and even have some admiration for me, has my reputation reached the point where women and children know it?"

Patting the sword bag on her waist, Yan Chixia held her head high and said: "Yes, I am Yan Chixia, the sword is ninefold, and between the demon world and the world, I am talking about my generation of swordsmen!"

Wang Ziteng said: "Then why did you only come to Lanruo Temple at this time?"

Yan Chixia said: "Oh, is this broken temple called Lanruo Temple, why do I want to come early, did I come late, I think it is very suitable, drunk and smoky, wandering the ancient temple, and the bright moon hangs high, the night breeze is blowing, and you can enjoy the beautiful scenery all the way, what a pleasant thing." ”

Wang Ziteng was speechless for a while, you only came at this time, I thought that what I remembered about Nie Xiaoqian, who was talking about Zhai Zhiwei, was wrong.

Even, because you didn't come, I wanted to escape, escape to the end of the world and the cape, escape from the ghost den of Lanruo Temple.

"Yan Chixia's peerless swordsman, I don't know, who doesn't know?"

If Wang Ziteng flattered him, he opened his mouth and came, and Ning Caichen, who was next to him, was dumbfounded, is this kind of Wang Ziteng still Wang Ziteng?

Isn't he just a young scholar, does he have any ability, and he can be worthy of such flattery from Wang Ziteng.

You must know that Wang Ziteng's talent is horizontal, and almost all the poems he writes are poems that can be famous through the ages, so why should such a generation of writers compliment a young scholar to this.

Even if this young scholar is a swordsman, what can he do?

Swordsman!

To put it bluntly, he's still a martial artist!

And the Celestial Dynasty is the world of scholars.

A martial artist, how can he compare to the brilliance of the above!

Such a concept is deep-rooted, if Yan Chixia is just a scholar, Ning Caichen will naturally treat each other politely, since Yan Chixia is a martial artist, Ning Caichen's eyes can't help but show a trace of disdain.

Regarding Ning Caichen's attitude, Yan Chixia naturally also saw it in her eyes, but she didn't take it to heart, she just said: "The demonic spirit here is surging, it is estimated that there are a lot of demons and monsters, I see the two of you, one is just a martial artist in the Qi refining period, and the other is powerless, staying here, only two more corpses can come out, I advise you to leave now quickly, so as not to suffer accidents!"

Ning Caichen said: "We don't want to stand under the dangerous wall, but the coachman who came in with us unfortunately fell here and was killed by the demons here, since you are a swordsman, please take action, kill the demons, and it is a sunny day here!"

"You're going to let me do it?"

Yan Chixia glanced at Ning Caichen and said with a smile: "Do you know that Lu Dao, even if the demon kills people, he is not willing to be contaminated with cause and effect, if what I said is right, it must be the coachman who is either greedy for women, or greedy for gold and silver treasures, so he was killed, this is his own sin, he can't live, why do I want to avenge him." (To be continued......)