Yan Li stood on the highest floor of Bian Que Tower, overlooking Jianchuan City.

At this time, it was already the early morning of the next day, the vast ancient city of Jianchuan was still shrouded in a misty morning mist, and the river breeze in early autumn was blowing, rolling up a few birds and cicadas.

As the head of the day gets higher, the misty green smoke rises in the various sword casting workshops, and the crisp sound of striking iron comes with the bustling flow of people, intertwined into the unique martial prosperity of the ancient capital of another world.

This scene is not the first time Yan Li has seen it, but she has never had such a detached state of mind.

Fighting swords with the Iron Cloak Fang, fighting with Han Lin, and fighting with Baicao Weng, how could the originally spurned fifteen-year-old boy ever think of such a wonderful life?

In a flash, the iron coat fang was ruined, Han Lin died in the ring, Baicao Weng was speechless, Duan Heihu took the silver thread spider antidote and his injuries were stable, Yan Li easily read all the medical books of Bian Que Pavilion in three hours, and by the way, he slept well and nourished his spirits......

"This world with fairies, Buddhas and demons is bound to be even more exciting. ”

"This surging Jianchuan River, carrying the spirit of the sword and the pride of chivalry, is just the right starting point for me to seek the way. ”

Yan Li looked far away and let her mind fly at the end of the sky. Suddenly, on the long street in the distance, there was an old singing voice in the distance:

"The long gong is thousands of miles away, and the heavenly river is surging down nine times. ”

Hundreds of years ago, the sword that fell from the sky almost changed the entire Central Plains landform, what kind of divine power, what kind of courage? Not to mention the younger generation of swordsmen, even Yan Li, a seeker with a heart like water, couldn't help but yearn for it.

"Forging a sword for a hundred years has become a chivalrous bone, and he is arrogant and fights wine and light princes. ”

The sword can have no edge, how can the heroic man have no bones, the generations of swordsmen inherit the righteousness of Haoran for thousands of years, the pride of swallowing mountains and rivers, only righteousness is the move, the achievement of Jianchuan City for a hundred years, despise the emperor, light prince, three cups of Turannuo, Wuyue is light, how can people not be enthusiastic?

"Kill the injustices in the world, but sigh that there is no great harmony in Kyushu. ”

Fight the sword in the world, prove my chivalrous way. Once upon a time, Yan Li in her previous life was also so young and enthusiastic, full of pride, trying to turn the tide and change the whole world by herself! In the last days, all beings are what they are, each is not what they are, and the world will always be a fantasy utopia.

Humanity is not the way of heaven after all.

The Tao is in all beings, but all beings are not Tao.

Sure enough, the old voice then turned, full of pride turned into the vicissitudes of time, and sang the last two sentences leisurely:

"Thunder dreams wake up heroic dreams, take off the bloody clothes and enter the Dao Palace. ”

These two sentences are like in my ears, and the voice is whispering endlessly.

Yan Li's gaze suddenly withdrew from the sky, and she turned her head to look in the direction of the song.

I saw an old Taoist priest with silver hair, wearing a snow-white crane and holding a dust, leading the twelve or thirteen-year-old Taoist boy next to him to walk slowly along the long street. His steps seem to be ordinary at first glance, but in Yan Li's eyes, he can see that he can't afford a piece of dust under his feet, fluttering as if he can ride the wind at any time.

This kind of cultivation is clear that martial arts have reached the realm of transformation, and it is unfathomable. Compared with this old Taoist, Ding Can, Xue Changsheng and other martial arts seniors are like children who have just learned to walk.

Sure enough, in Jianchuan City, the hidden dragon is a crouching tiger!

Before the sigh was over, Yan Li saw more than a dozen big men wearing Han family costumes, surrounded by a carriage and heading straight to Bian Que Pavilion.

Yan Li didn't believe that anyone in the Han family or the Iron Cloak Workshop was sick at this time, and there was a good chance that he was forged for him and Fenghuo, and he was really ghostly.

Yan Li snorted coldly and turned to go downstairs.

Before he arrived at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion, he heard the Han Mansion family shouting to Duan Yan:

"Yesterday's sword fight was Han Tong's own initiative. He is just the shopkeeper of the Iron Cloak Workshop, how can he represent the Han family's Iron Cloak Workshop? The Iron Cloak Shop is a time-honored brand founded by my Han family's ancestor, a dignified congenital master, and a brave Han Tieyi, how can it be closed here? Now my Han family has given you the Han copper five flowers that provoked the dispute, which can be regarded as benevolent and righteous. If you think that sword fighting is sword fighting after all, it is not a sword fighting hero, so you don't need to distinguish between life and death. Let you beat Han Tong, and this is the end of the matter!"

Duan Yan was so angry when he heard this, his face turned red, and the hand holding the sword at his waist turned white - the Han family was too bullying, and he hit the door with great momentum yesterday, if it weren't for Yan Li's help, his family would have been ruined today. And the Han family wanted to lose a scapegoat the next day, and they were beaten up one after another, and they clearly said that they were not allowed to take Han Tong's surname!

Although Duan Yan has been running the rivers and lakes for two years, he is still a hot-blooded and simple young man in essence, how can his tongue skills be comparable to the family specially selected by the Han Mansion? Therefore, he knows that this matter is wrong, but he does not know how to refute it. He was desperate, drawing his sword and cutting people, but he was afraid that he would kill people, and his father who was seriously injured in bed was in a dilemma for a while.

Yan Li just went downstairs, and when she saw this, she shouted: "What are you waiting for, the young master, draw your sword and cut Han Tong!"

Duan Yan's trust in Yan Li had almost reached the point of worship, and without any hesitation when he heard this, he pulled out the broken sword at his waist, and a red sword qi slashed towards Han Tong.

Han Tong has been tied up by five flowers, and he has no ability to dodge, and a few Han Mansion family members are only at the level of relaxing their muscles and activating their muscles, how can they block Duan Yan's angry sword that has broken through the quenching realm?

I saw that the sword qi fell on the spot, the blood light burst out, and Han Tong's head rolled into the dust with a frightened face.

Then, Han Tong's hot blood spurted several feet high along the broken neck, drenching all the Han family members.

The Han family led by the Han family was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, wiped the blood stains on his face with shaking hands, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You Wind and Fire Forging dare to kill people in the street! You dare to violate the rules of the rivers and lakes of Jianchuan City! The three major sword gates will not let you go, and they will definitely destroy you!"

Yan Li had already walked to Duan Yan's side, and when he heard this, he took a step forward, pointed at the nose of the Han Mansion and shouted, "You wait for Hugh to spew blood." The killing just now was a broken sword in the hands of the young master. It is just a broken sword in the hands of the young master, how can it represent the young master, on behalf of the wind and fire forging? I am the young master of the wind and fire forging, but a young genius who broke through the realm of quenching skin at the age of eighteen, chivalrous and courageous, and has a good reputation, and will inevitably be a shining new star in the martial arts in the future. How can Han Tong's pig-dog-like character and ant-like surname have anything to do with my Fenghuo Forging Young Master? Now I Fenghuo Forging has tied up this psychic sword that can kill people on its own and handed it over to your Han family, and I can dispose of it, whether I live or die, it can be regarded as the end of benevolence and righteousness. That's the end of it!"

The Han Mansion family was shocked and angry, and refused to lose the face of the Han Mansion, and said in a loud voice with a thick neck: "How can a sword kill people?

Duan Yan's depression was swept away, "It's all said that it's a psychic sword, what's so strange about killing people on its own? Come on, come on, quickly take the hemp rope, tie up this disobedient sword, and hand it over to the Han family to dispose of!--Forget it, although this psychic sword is naughty, it will not resist your punches, kicks and even recasting, so we will save this hemp rope. ”

As he spoke, Duan Yan casually threw the broken sword at the feet of the Han family. Although this sword once defeated the Mo Feng Slash of the Iron Cloak Workshop and made great contributions, it is essentially a stainless steel long sword, and its value will never exceed ten taels of silver, and you can call Yan Li at any time and smash it dozens more.

It's a pity that Duan Yan's excitement with raising his eyebrows couldn't even maintain his kung fu in the blink of an eye.

As the broken sword fell to the ground, a murderous aura instantly enveloped Bian Que Pavilion.

I only heard a majestic middle-aged male voice coming from the carriage of the Han Mansion, and said coldly: "Feng Huo Forging is really presumptuous and bold, he dares to openly kill people at the door of Bian Que Pavilion, and he is even more unrepentant, reversing right and wrong, and disregarding human life in vain, the real crime is unforgivable! The old man disdains to do something with the juniors, and gives you one last chance to kowtow in front of the old man's car and confess his guilt!"

This murderous aura was as fierce as the tide of the sea, wave after wave, hitting the wind and fire forging people, as if the sword would be on the side at any time, and Huangquan would die, even a young master like Duan Yan could not compete. It can be seen that the martial arts cultivation of the people in the carriage has reached the point that ordinary knights must look up, and it is conservatively estimated that it is also at the peak of the bone forging level of the day after tomorrow.

The others could not resist the murderous aura, but they could not scare Yan Li.

The so-called murderous spirit, to put it bluntly, is just a kind of spiritual power cultivated by long-term life and death struggle, and the competition is willpower. Yan Li's spiritual cultivation is indelible even in the cycle of time and space, and the murderous aura can only be laughed at and generous.

Yan Li's expression was calm, his eyes were open, he slowly took a step forward, and said, "I also said that the Han family only sent a group of watchdogs to make noise today, and I didn't expect that there would be a master like you to follow." That's right, please ask your Han family to hand over the assassin who assassinated Duan Da with the Five Spider Entanglement Soul Palm!"

"Huh?" the man in the carriage subconsciously hummed, and shouted in his heart.

Don't look at his momentum and tough tone, in fact, he knows best in his heart that the current Han family is on the cusp of the storm, and there is no room for sloppiness. Therefore, he watched Duan Yan kill Han Tong, and he didn't speak until Duan Yan threw the broken sword out.

It stands to reason that under the pressure of a bone forging master like him, even if the Wind and Fire Forging people did not have a collapse of will, it would be difficult to argue with him, even if there were a few words of rebuttal, they would be at a loss in front of Han Tong's corpse after all. In this way, the Han family will be able to completely solve this trouble.

As for Han Tong, this kind of waste that has more than enough success and more than failure, no one cares whether it is dead or alive.

But Yan Li in front of him was not only not afraid of his murderous coercion, but also changed the topic as soon as he opened his mouth, pulling out Duan Heihu's injury.

The timing of this matter was just after teaching Mrs. Han Wu a lesson and before the sword fighting challenge of the Iron Cloak Workshop, the connection between this was incomprehensible even if the Han family had hundreds of mouths.

Yan Li also particularly emphasized the "Five Spiders Entangled Soul Palm" -- the evil martial arts, which everyone shouts and beats on the rivers and lakes, except for the demon cult and the demon, no force will admit that it has anything to do with it.

Therefore, the people in the carriage were only stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted angrily: "Junior, Hugh wants to be honest! My Han family is above board, how can I use such a means? If it weren't for the fact that the old man was unwilling to kill in the city, he would definitely be killed!"

Yan Li said disdainfully: "The fairness of the rivers and lakes is at ease in the hearts of the people, and clever words are useless." Say that your Han family is above board, and someone must be willing to believe it!" As he spoke, he also stretched out his finger and pointed at Han Tong's corpse, meaning that he dared to call himself above board with this kind of villain?

The people in the carriage knew that the more they argued, the more they lost, and they were angry at the moment, and jumped out of the carriage, and there was a heavy palm in the air, slamming Yan Li into the air.

The bone forging master shot out angrily, only to hear the sound of "boom", as if there was a muffled thunder in mid-air. A miserable white light flew out from the man's palm, and the wind was long into a five-foot-sized palm, and rumbled down with the sound of a tiger's roar breaking the wind.

Yan Li looked at the giant palm on her head, and her brows didn't wrinkle.

Because he knew that someone would stand in the way.

Sure enough, I heard an old man shouting: "The junior is presumptuous!"

Immediately, there was a crane in mid-air, but I saw a hazy white crane figure, which appeared in front of the master of the Han family.

The white crane spread its wings in the air, and the wind instantly rose within a radius of five zhang, and the Han family Ding, who had a weak foundation in martial arts below, was blown to the east and west, and even rolled and climbed out of the circle.

The majestic palm power of the Han family's master also dissipated invisibly in the wind. Not only that, but even the master of the bone forging period himself was swept out of the way by this gust of wind, and he staggered to the ground in embarrassment.

The shadow of the crane dispersed in mid-air, and I saw an old Taoist priest with white hair and white beard, dressed in a snow-white crane, holding a silver silk whisk of dust, floating down.