Time passed quietly, two years passed in a blink of an eye, it was the autumn of the year, the season of all things withering, Haozhuang quietly stood on the treetops in the distance of the maple forest, watching Wang Pi holding a branch, using basic swordsmanship, to cut the maple leaves falling with the wind in two.

Shameful and courageous, after Haozhuang showed him the basic swordsmanship he despised, he gradually realized Haozhuang's good intentions, so he worked hard, practiced the basic swordsmanship every day, and finally practiced the basic swordsmanship to the highest level of Haozhuang's previous life, 'unparalleled in the world'.

When the last maple leaf fell, the sixteen-year-old looked up at the sky and muttered, "Is it autumn again?"

His martial soul was a sword, a soft sword that no one had ever used in this continent.

Haozhuang's snub gradually wiped out his pride, and when he saw the basic swordsmanship used by Haozhuang two years ago, he finally restrained his disdain for the basic swordsmanship.

After two years of hard cultivation, his martial soul power has not increased much, but the basic sword technique can be called the first disciple of the second generation of the Sword Sect, right?

Just as he was staring blankly at the sky, a cyan light suddenly came towards him from a distance.

Wang Pi's brows furrowed, and he was about to cut the future martial arts into two with a sword, but his eyes suddenly lit up, and he changed the slash to a lead, and the future object was surrounded by a sword light and introduced into his hand.

Hao Zhuang's figure turned into a white phantom and disappeared into the maple leaf forest, and the iron sword hanging from his waist when he escaped from Hao Guo was hung at his waist, which was a gift from Jian in the Southern Martial Academy.

In two years, after the initial precipitation, his strength began to improve by leaps and bounds, and finally reached the realm of the early stage of soul melting three days ago.

He selected three of the fifty children who could cultivate Haoran Righteousness and passed on the Tianqian Sword Technique. And with the steady improvement of the strength of the Sword Sect, the outer gate of the Sword Sect has also been built. The current elder of the outer gate is Wang Tiezhu. He alone was in charge of the huge outer gate with a number of more than 100 people, and the outer disciples who were trained by him every day could be described as miserable.

The talented inner disciples were accepted by Lin Feng with a few apprentices, and several swordsmanship techniques in Haozhuang were passed down, and for the time being, there were no disciples with good enough qualifications to make him tempted, so he did not accept any more apprentices.

He sent Wang Pi his long-awaited supreme swordsmanship "Dugu Nine Swords Remnants", and he had only seen the Dugu Nine Swords' final style and sword breaking style. After a night of hard work, he finally perfected the remnants of this Dugu Nine Swords, and at the same time added a set of internal cultivation secrets of Zixiao Dragon Sword Duel at the end of his book.

When all the opportunities have been given, as for how far Wang Pi himself can go. The disciple he was very optimistic about at the beginning, Haozhuang finally chose to give him one last chance, and before concentrating on breaking through his strength, he showed him the power of basic swordsmanship, but fortunately, Wang Pi did not disappoint him.

The sword-casting elders who are about to become full-time blacksmiths, Wang Tiehammer and Wang Tiehammer, and other personal disciples reluctantly say goodbye to Haozhuang. Among the inner disciples, the younger children actually cried.

The outer disciples did not know about Haozhuang's deeds, so they were full of curiosity about this ancestor who was dressed in white and carrying a bag to prepare for a long journey.

Haozhuang waved his hand to all the disciples who came to see him off, and then he stepped on the step of ascending to the immortal and headed towards the Haoguo country in the north. The hatred of killing my father and the hatred of seizing the country, it has been three years. It's time to wrap it up.

This time, Haozhuang will embark on the first step on his path of revenge. Haoguo is not rare. However, the life of the king of Haoguo and the prince of the world, he had to take it with his own hands.

Compared with being sent to Wanjian Mountain by two Confucian disciples in a coma, the way back at this time seemed to be much longer, and he had not walked in the world of Kyushu for a long time without fighting the sword rivers and lakes, and his mind fell into memories.

'Youpeng Inn'. Located at the intersection of the big business and the Sanzhi area, an inn that looks very luxurious, but there are very few people staying in the hotel.

It was drizzling in the sky, but the rangers who came and went did not have the slightest intention of resting in this inn, and they all braved the rain to go into the distance.

Look at the outside of the inn and clearly mark the price. The price is more than double the price of other inns, and a hint of clarity appeared on Haozhuang's face, this may be the legendary black shop, right?

A faint smile appeared on his face, and after asking several other inns in the town, he got the result that all the rooms had been booked. In desperation, he returned to the 'Youpeng Inn'.

The black shop is the black shop, watching the rain get heavier and heavier, although he has never been wet by the rain, but he doesn't want to rush in the rain anymore. Believing that he was a master of art, he resolutely walked into the inn.

If the people in the inn don't open their eyes, he doesn't mind eliminating harm for the people.

Unlike what he imagined, the moment he walked into the inn, he smelled a faint sandalwood incense, and the whole inn was illuminated, and an old man was dozing off on the counter. A young man who looked like a shopkeeper was sitting on a bench with his back to the door and wiping the table with his back to the door.

There was a trace of doubt in Haozhuang's eyes, the match between such a young man and an old man is not like a black shop!

Seeing that no one cared about him, he couldn't help coughing lightly. The bored shopkeeper immediately woke up, ran to Haozhuang with an excited face, and gave him a very enthusiastic salute, saying: "Welcome to the shop, I don't know if you are a good guest or live in the store?"

While asking, he also used the snow-white towel in his hand to wipe the rain or dust that did not exist on Haozhuang's body at all.

Haozhuang frowned, slapped him with dust on himself, but intentionally or unintentionally touched the hand of the shopkeeper who touched his money bag in the palm of his hand, and said in a cold tone: "Let's have some wine and food first, and then open an upper room." ”

After saying that, he took out a certain amount of silver from his money bag and handed it to the shopkeeper, saying: "No meat, just a few vegetarian dishes, the room is best in a quiet place, don't be disturbed in the middle of the night." At the same time, he secretly crossed Haoran righteousness into his body, but found that he had no martial soul power in his body, but he was an ordinary person, but his physique was a little weird.

A strange flush appeared on the face of the shopkeeper, and he hurriedly pulled out the hand that Haozhuang held in his hand. led Haozhuang to a guest table and sat down, and then said, "Wait a minute, the guest will come in a while." ”

After that, he turned around and came to the counter, and was about to reach out to pat the counter to wake up the sleepy old man, but there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes, and finally he couldn't start, just put the silver in his hand on the counter, and then turned around and went to the back kitchen, and he didn't come out for a long time.

Haozhuang's brows furrowed, looking at the sleepy old man, and remembering the small actions of the shopkeeper in front of the counter, this inn is not much like a black store, but as if it can't be operated for some reason.

He didn't say much, and after waiting for a long time, the shopkeeper came out of the kitchen with a few small dishes, his clothes were still spotless, but his slightly white nose was a little dark.

He seemed to see Haozhuang's strange eyes, and hurriedly wiped his hand to his nose, and then wiped another slightly dark rag on his face.

He looked at Haozhuang expectantly, which made him a little cramped, and looked up at the handsome young man, but he took out a certain amount of silver from his arms and threw it to him, saying, "This is your reward." ”

The shopkeeper was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed respectfully to Haozhuang, and then turned around and walked towards the counter.

Haozhuang put his hand in his hand, and a silver needle appeared in his hand. He ordered one slice after another on top of several dishes, but found no signs of poison. In this way, it doesn't look like a black shop. ’

At this moment, the shopkeeper went and returned, dragging a pot of wine and a wine glass in the tray in his hand, and respectfully handed it to Haozhuang, saying, "This is the wine that the shop gave to the guest officer, please smile." ”

Haozhuang nodded imperceptibly, and then motioned for him to put the flask down. But he didn't drink it, but ate the side dishes without a bite.

Accustomed to eating the various dishes of the chefs above the Sword Sect, this ordinary side dish has a unique flavor. There is no fresh soup and other seasonings, and only a little salt can be put to achieve such a delicious taste, which is not bad for this little er.

"The guest officer is not a local, right? Where did you come from?" Seeing that Haozhuang didn't drink, the shopkeeper didn't have the slightest intention of leaving, so he stood aside and talked with Haozhuang to relieve his boredom.

Judging from the dismal business, he probably hasn't spoken to anyone for a long time, right? Haozhuang secretly speculated in his heart, and then saw that his skills were good, and he might have to eat a meal he made tomorrow morning, so he said, "I'm from Wanjian Mountain." ”

A trace of doubt appeared on the face of the shopkeeper, and he said, "Wanjian Mountain, where is that, is it in the north of the Eagles Country, is it the territory of that country?"

Haozhuang shook his head slightly, seeing that he asked a lot, but he just replied to him: "It is in the south of Dashang, and it does not belong to that country, it can be regarded as a free land." ”

A hint of yearning appeared on the face of the shopkeeper, and he said, "There are no tax collectors and thieves there, right?" I"

At this moment, the closed door of the inn was suddenly pushed open by a group of strong men armed with blades. (To be continued.) )