Two days later, north of the city, at the gate of Yizhuang.

The night is quiet, the waning moon hangs high, soft like floes, light like floating clouds, deep and shallow, if there is or not.

There were two figures standing under a big tree, it was An Jing and Luo Chongyang who came from Xuanqing Mountain.

"Cough cough cough..."

At this moment, An Jing's "Unnamed Heart Sutra" in his body is still running continuously, absorbing the spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth, and accumulating blood essence.

Judging from this speed, it doesn't take a few years as Luo Chongyang said, and half a year may be good.

But half a year is a very long time for An Jing.

Luo Chongyang's eyes flickered, and he said, "Tomorrow is ugly, and it is also the time when the yin is heaviest, and it is the best time to enter the cave."

An Jing nodded, "Then we can rest for a while in this Yizhuang."

But waiting here for a day and a night.

Luo Chongyang took out a compass from his sleeve robe and said, "You enter Yizhuang first. Uncle Shi, I'll go check the cave's terrain. If I don't come back in a while, you can remember to enter the cave when you are ugly."

An Jing asked, "It takes a day to see the terrain?"

Luo Chongyang said as a matter of course: "Of course, the terrain of this cave is complicated, I naturally want to help my nephew to explore it."

With that said, Luo Chongyang walked towards the distance.

An Jing looked at the back and whispered to himself: "This old Taoist priest, I'm afraid he has an idea."

Compared with Lou Xiangzhen's dull temperament, Luo Chongyang is more like an old urchin, and he has a transcendent ideal in his unrestrained heart.

In this world, everyone has their own calculations, and it is impossible for everything to be self-centered.

Luo Chongyang has his own purpose for coming to Beili Volcano this time, and An Jing also has his own purpose.

An Jing turned around and walked towards Yizhuang.

This Yizhuang was originally a school opened by a nearby clan. Later, for some reason, the entire clan was relocated, leaving dozens of empty houses, and the court did not demolish it, so as to make it easier for travelers along the way. , has a place to stay.

Walking into the room, An Jing found a haystack at random and sat down with the Zhenxie Sword in front of his knees.

In the general outline of kendo, there are many kinds of kendo schools, but there are not many really good kendo. Among them, the Tiandao sword of Sixiang Jianzu and the human sword practiced by Lou Xiangzhen are all considered to be excellent kendo.

Kendo is the manifestation of a swordsman's spirit and energy, so the higher the level of kendo, the more difficult it is to cultivate to the sixth realm.

However, the fast kendo practiced by Yan Gang is actually not considered a superior kendo, and there is also a well-known killing kendo. These are not superior kendo, and most of the rivers and lakes practice this kind of moderate kendo.

From the beginning of kendo practice, An Jing never thought about what kind of kendo to practice. His mind was more integrated with all things, so what he looked at the most was the general outline of kendo.

Later, this kind of kendo was ingeniously integrated, but its power surpassed that of the Heavenly Sword and the Human Sword, and it was not recorded in the general outline of kendo.

An Jing touched the scabbard and began to think seriously in his mind.

At this moment, there were several hurried footsteps outside Yizhuang.

"Senior Brother Wu, we have already run for seventy miles, we should have gotten rid of that Ning Cunzheng."

"Junior Sister Xu, there is no place to rest around, so I will make do with one night in this righteous village today."

"Then let's make do with one night here."

I saw a few young men and women hurried in, and their expressions were a little flustered.

These people are all wearing white robes with the same half-moon symbol on their chests, and they are obviously disciples of the same sect.

The head is a young man with a broad face and a broad forehead. His appearance is not handsome, and it can even be said to be ugly. There is a girl next to him. The girl looks good, but it is not beautiful, and there are several young men and women behind him. To these two people is like the stars holding the moon.

"Cough cough cough..."

Seeing the person coming, An Jing couldn't help but coughed lightly.

"Who!?"

One of the young women heard the voice, was startled and shouted.

The others were also facing the enemy, raising their swords in their hands, and followed the voice and looked over.

I saw a black-robed man sitting cross-legged in the haystack, coughing constantly.

Seeing this, Wu Hao breathed a sigh of relief: "Junior Sister Xu, don't panic, it turned out to be a sick person."

Seeing this, the woman Xu Wanling's dangling heart returned to her stomach, "I was shocked, I thought Ning Cunzheng was catching up."

Wu Hao gave a haha ​​and said, "Forget it, let's make do with one night here, Junior Brother Zhang, Junior Brother Chen, you can make a fire and get some food."

"Yes."

When the two young people behind him heard it, they quickly started to make a fire.

Xu Wanling looked at An Jing suspiciously, only to see the black-robed man lying on the haystack, coughing constantly, it didn't look like he was cheating, so she was slightly relieved.

The bonfire rose, and there was a 'crackling' sound, and then several men and women began to chat in low voices.

Wu Hao pondered for a moment and said, "We may have gotten rid of Ning Cunzheng, but fortunately we avoided this person, otherwise disaster will be imminent."

"Second Master Uncle died in his hands back then, but now he has returned to Dayan, and his cultivation base is even more prosperous. We are in charge of the teacher's life, we must act carefully, and we must not make mistakes."

Xu Wanling frowned and said, "Dangtang's second-grade cultivation level, to turn to Suomingfu and become Houjin's dog, this is shameful."

The other disciples on the side nodded again and again, and their faces were also very solemn.

Although the voices of several people were very low, An Jing could still hear clearly while lying in the haystack: It turned out that these people were disciples of Yanxingmen.

In addition to the seven major sects in the entire Dayan, there are also numerous, large and small hundreds of sects registered in the household department.

The sect of Yanxingmen is also well-known in Yunhua Road, but it can only be regarded as a second-rate sect in the entire Great Yanjiang Lake. Fame is not small.

Listening to the conversation of those few people, the young man surnamed Wu and the woman surnamed Xu are both Huang Tianhua's apprentices, and they are also the outstanding young people of Yanxingmen.

Within a sect, there is a river and lake.

Since An Jing's debut, the rivers and lakes he has come into contact with are really too big. Under this huge rivers and lakes, there are countless smaller rivers and lakes.

"It seems that Dayan and Houjin will have a fight sooner or later. This Suomingfu should be the preparation for dealing with the experts of Dayan Jianghu."

An Jing thought to himself after listening to several people talking.

Naturally, he had heard of the Suoming Mansion. It was an organization that Houjin had drawn over to Dayan, Zhao Guo and other experts from all over the world. There seemed to be quite a few experts in it.

Suddenly, Xu Wanling pointed to the black-robed man lying on a haystack in the distance, and said, "Senior Brother Wu, why don't you bring some dry food to him."

Xu Wanling looked at the man in black robe alone and coughed constantly, and suddenly felt a little sympathy in her heart.

"Okay."

Wu Hao nodded, then picked up some dry food, and walked quickly to An Jing's side, "This friend, do you want to eat something, these are all high-quality jerky."

An Jing got up and took the jerky, "Cough cough, thank you."

"It's pathetic."

Seeing An Jing like this, Wu Hao couldn't help shaking his head.

With such a serious illness, he is still lying alone in the Yizhuang. I don't know if he has a home and can't go back. Maybe he died after a while and there is no one to collect the corpse.

"Hey."

Wu Hao returned to the same door and sighed.

Xu Wanling asked strangely, "Senior Brother Wu, what's wrong?"

Wu Hao shook his head and said, "It's alright, I just sighed with emotion about this desolate world."

In the distance, An Jing looked at the jerky in his hand, and then tasted a piece. The taste was not bad, much better than the noodles he brought.

Suddenly, his brows wrinkled, and he secretly said in his heart, "Someone has come again, there are two people in total, one is very close to the door, and the other is thirty feet away. The sound of footsteps is not the old Taoist priest, and some Murder"

On the other side of the Yanxingmen people, they didn't even notice that they had arrived outside the Yizhuang, and they were already cleaning up their places and preparing to lie down and rest.

"Found you."

A cold voice sounded, echoing in the Yizhuang.

I saw a middle-aged man with a long gun standing outside the door, the murderous aura in his eyes was not hidden at all.

"It's Ning Cunzheng!"

When Wu Hao saw the person coming, the whole person was like a thunderbolt from the blue.

The other disciples of Yanxingmen also turned pale, but they did not expect to be caught up by the person in front of them after hiding all the way.

Ning Cunzheng raised his lips, showing a sneer: "You little guys, hide, I see where you can hide now."

Xu Wanling gritted her teeth and said coldly, "Ning Cunzheng, you are also a senior from Dayan Jianghu after all. You can only bully the juniors, and you are also relying on the Suomenfu, and you are a pity dog. It's really sad."

Ning Cunzheng had a hint of indifference and sarcasm in his eyes, "What do you know about movies, little girl? It's better to be alive wherever you are than lying on the ground to die."

"Today, the old man will smash your heads, and then put it in front of Huang Tianhua to see how he reacts."

As he said that, Ning Cun shook the long spear in his hand, and the air of the gun shot through.

With his second-rank cultivation, it is naturally very easy to deal with the young people in front of him.

Even Xu Wanling and Wu Hao were only five-level cultivation.

"Bang bang bang bang!"

With just one shot of gunfire, all the disciples of Yanxingmen fell to the ground.

"Your heads, Ning took it."

Ning Cun's eyes were cold, and his brows furrowed just as he was about to raise a gun to kill.

He found that he seemed to have lost all his strength, and his body and palms seemed to be nailed to death, unable to move.

"Is there a ghost in this village?"

A cold sweat appeared on Ning Cunzheng's forehead.

He had never encountered such a strange situation before.

Not only Ning Cunzheng, but all the people at Yanxingmen also found that they couldn't move at all.

Xu Wanling was also anxious and asked, "Senior Brother Wu, what's going on? I can't even move."

Wu Hao was also full of surprise, "I don't know either."

"Hahahahaha."

At this moment, there was a sound of laughter from outside the door.

Following the laughter, I saw a woman in black walked in. The woman covered her veil and couldn't see her clearly.

He was only in his thirties when he heard the voice, but his body was bumpy and plump, and it was easy to arouse the hearts of men.

Ning Cunzheng quickly asked, "Who are you?"

The woman ignored Ning Cunzheng, but looked at An Jing who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile, "It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it."

An Jing was a little surprised and said, "Did you come to me on purpose?"

The black-clothed woman took out a piece of incense and said with a smile, "This is a sprig of wormwood on the snow, it is colorless and odorless. As long as you smell this sprig of wormwood on the snow below the master realm, you will feel powerless all over your body, as if you have been immobilized. And the effect lasts for a stick of incense."

An Jing said thoughtfully: "People who can refine this kind of thing should be unusual."

A sprig of Artemisia on the snow, listening to this effect, you know that it is very precious and rare, and it must not be so easy to refine.

Obviously, this black-clothed woman paid a great price for herself.

Moreover, among the rivers and lakes, there are not many people who dare to come to the door to find trouble for themselves.

Ning Cunzheng said in a low voice: "Your Excellency, Ning is from Suomingfu, I don't know if it can be..."

"Noisy!"

The black-clothed woman raised her eyebrows and then waved her palm.

"boom!"

The powerful internal force poured out from his palm, and then slapped Ning Cunzheng's body, only to hear a bang,

Ning Cunzheng, the second-grade cultivation base, directly turned into a blood mist.

When the people at Yanxingmen saw this scene, they were all shocked and dumbfounded, as if they were petrified.

Wu Hao's face was extremely pale, and his heart was about to jump out.

too terrifying!

It's so scary!

A second-rank master, who was only a second-rank master, was slapped into a blood mist with one palm, who is this black-clothed woman in front of him! ?

He had seen a master kill like a dog, but it was the first time he had seen a master kill like a dog.

An Jing lay on the haystack and said with a smile, "If you want to kill me, can you make me a clear ghost?"

"Kill you, why am I willing to kill you?"

A ray of light appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed woman, and she said, "It's too late for my sister to love you."

As she said that, the black-clothed woman stretched out her palm, and a powerful energy rushed towards An Jing from her palm. The energy was as soft as snow, as if to wrap An Jing around.

But at the moment when the energy was about to touch An Jing, he encountered a burst of true energy of the sun, and his internal energy dissipated completely.

"not good!?"

The black-clothed woman reacted very quickly, and she thought of something in an instant, and her footsteps quickly retreated towards the outside of Yizhuang.

"Sister wants to leave now? Is it too late?"

An Jing chuckled lightly.

The woman in black was extremely fast and disappeared in Yizhuang almost in the blink of an eye.

But An Jing's speed was even faster, and the man at Yanxingmen disappeared without blinking an eye.

This is the secret method of the master, shrinking into an inch.

Immediately, the whole Yizhuang became extremely quiet~lightnovelpub.net~ Wu Hao looked at the disappearing back of the black-robed man, his lips were trembling, "Zong... Grandmaster"

That 'sick tuber' is a master!

The legendary figure in the Jianghu Jianghu was just in front of him, and he was under the same roof.

If it wasn't for the black-clothed woman, and the scene in front of him, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't believe that the poor 'sick tuber' turned out to be a master master.

"Senior Brother Wu, what grandmaster? What are you talking about?"

Xu Wanling's mind was in chaos, she couldn't help asking when she heard Wu Hao's words.

Wu Hao looked outside the Yizhuang and said tremblingly, "That person is a master, the black-robed man lying on the ground,

Is a senior master. "

"what!?"

Xu Wanling's face was full of astonishment, and she couldn't help but lose her voice.

When the disciples of Yanxingmen heard Wu Hao's words, their hearts were mad, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

Just now there is a master master, right in front of them, but they don't know it?

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