The fairy is fierce

Iron chains across the river.

The strong wind carried raindrops as big as soybeans, hitting the rusty iron chain bridge. The muddy waves under the bridge covered the crackling sound of the bridge.

At one end of the bridge was the boundless wilderness, and at the other end was Wuminggang, the last town in the south of the Great Yan Dynasty.

It was called Wuming because there was no such landmark on the map of the Great Yan Dynasty, and it was also a place that ordinary people should not set foot in.

Under the heavy rain, a swordsman in a green shirt walked slowly across the iron chain bridge and came to the town with muddy roads.

The town had only more than ten houses, with more than a hundred people in it, but it had everything: shops, clinics, brothels, inns, and a group of hungry wolves.

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There was no sound in the town, and countless eyes came out from the old restaurants and teahouses, looking at the green-shirted swordsman.

The green-shirted swordsman only had a sword in his hand, and there was no valuable object to be seen. All they could see was a body of blood.

So those eyes were retracted.

The green-shirted swordsman was accustomed to this. This world is a wild purgatory where the strong prey on the weak. As long as you can eat people, others will not dare to eat you; the nameless hill that was originally full of murderous intentions can also become a gentle place for wild cultivators.

The green-shirted swordsman walked to the inn in the center of the town with a sword, asked for a pot of wine, and looked at the iron chain bridge from the window.

In the inn, there were four old tables and chairs, covered with traces of swords and knives, and guests were already sitting; the guests, like the green-shirted swordsman, looked at the wilderness in the south under the rain curtain.

However, the difference is that the others are fledglings who rashly step into the nameless post, and the Green Shirt Swordsman is just bidding farewell to his hometown.

There are many people who practice for immortality, but few can really achieve immortality, so in the end, most people are still involved in the secular love and hatred, from "seeking immortality and protecting the people" to "seeking killing and enriching themselves".

The Green Shirt Swordsman is one of them. He originally yearned for the longevity path without fighting with the world, but after his parents died in the wilderness, the purpose of practicing was only to pay blood debts with blood.

In fact, it is not only wild cultivators like him. There are countless immortal sects in the Great Yan Dynasty and its surrounding areas. Except for the three families of Tiedian Mansion, Jinglutian, and Yunshui Jiantan, they are seeking immortality seriously. The rest of the sects are seeking killing.

Alchemy skills, natural treasures, cave paradise...

All kinds of opportunities, whether wild cultivators or sects, are flocking to them.

As long as it can make you go one step further on the road of immortality, there is no one you can't kill and no thing you can't do, even if blood flows like a river and corpses float for thousands of miles.

The green-shirted swordsman knew that this was a wrong path, but in such a world, if you don't kill people, people will kill you, so what can you do?

Tap tap tap

The jar of muddy wine has not yet been bottomed, and another man and horse came on the iron chain bridge.

The horse is a good horse, with strong limbs and a round back. There is a saddle on its back, and two curved swords are hung on one side of the saddle; the horse's back is piled with all kinds of sundries, whisks, robes, bronze mirrors, etc., and even two dead little animals. From a distance, it looks like a foot merchant from the frontier.

The man leading the horse is a young man.

The young man is wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat on his head. On the left side of his waist is a long sword with a green leather sheath, and on the right side is a jade pendant, on which is engraved a picture of a chivalrous woman and a pig-headed man living together on a small street.

The swordsman in green shirt only took a glance and knew that this person was a swordsman, but also a fledgling who had not experienced much of the world.

Wuminggang was only three hundred miles away from the last fairy ferry in the south of Dayan Dynasty, ‘Shuanlonggang’.

Coming from the southern wilderness, if you want to go to Shuanlonggang, you need to cross the Qingdu River. Normal people would not cross the river here, because there is a new bridge that is easy to walk on not far away; only lost fledglings and wild cultivators who dare not walk on the main road will go here, which also makes Wuminggang a mass grave for fledglings.

The swordsman in green shirt took a sip of the wine bowl and did not remind him, because this is the way of the world. The road under your feet is too long, but there is only one chance to go the wrong way. When you need to be reminded, it is too late to turn back.

Tap tap tap

The young man did not stop, leading the horse and stepped onto the muddy road.

There was silence in the wine shop, and everyone looked at the man and the horse, just like a group of hungry wolves, smelling the smell of prey.

The figure approached, and the swordsman in green shirt took a closer look.

The young man was at most seventeen or eighteen years old, and his realm was not high; he was riding a horse, and he didn't have a sect badge on his waist, so he was not a sect disciple; his clothes were fine and he had a jade pendant, which showed that his family was wealthy.

This was the most perfect prey.

As expected, the guests at several tables in the tavern were exchanging glances, and several martial artists put their weapons down from the table to avoid disturbing the "guests".

Where there are people, there are rules, and the same is true for Wuminggang. The fledgling will go to whichever shop it enters. When walking outside and encountering a town, the first place you go to is mostly the inn, so the number of people waiting for the rabbit in the inn is the largest.

The young man obviously came to the door of the inn like most people.

The wolves in the tavern also returned to their original state and continued to chat about trivial matters.

The waiter Ying Qin stepped forward and took the reins:

"Sir, please come in, are you here for a meal or to stay overnight?"

"Rest and have a bottle of wine."

The young man spoke in a casual manner, took down his two curved swords, stepped into the door of the tavern, lifted his hat, and revealed his face.

The blue-shirted swordsman glanced at his sword-like eyebrows and eyes like springs. He was so handsome that he didn't look like someone from a wild land, but rather like a rich man who went out to travel privately.

Young people are looking at him too!

There were guests at all the tables in the wine shop, and one or two seats were reserved at each table. Perhaps because he thought he was more kind-hearted, the young man walked to his table and showed a bright smile:

"Brother, we are full, please borrow a place."

After that, two knives and a sword were placed on the table.

The green-shirted swordsman took a quick look, and saw that the sword was a good sword, the sword was good, and the man looked like a good person.

After all, the swordsman in green shirt was different from the others in the inn. He rubbed his fingers over the sword marks on the table and reminded:

"Little friend, you shouldn't be here."

The young man didn't seem to understand and smiled heartily:

"I don't want to come either. There's no seat left. Brother, I'll make do with it. By the way, how far is Shuanlong Port from here? Can you know, brother?"

The green-robed swordsman sighed secretly and had no choice but to smile back:

"Three hundred miles, go north."

The young man nodded slightly, took the wine bottle from the waiter, and looked at the other drinkers beside him who were chatting casually.

The casual cultivators waiting at the table looked very similar to each other. They were talking about the recent major events in the Yan Dynasty:

"I heard that the nine sects' overlord, Tiedong Mansion, recently had another 'Qing Kui' appear. The dragon has never seen its tail. It is said that he is a close disciple of Situ Baye, the head of the Iron Mansion Mansion..."

"What's your name?"

"I don't know. The Iron Head Mansion is very secretive. No one knows about it. I'm afraid he is a rare genius. Because it is too mysterious, the Nine Alliance Young Dragon Ranking directly ranked him at ninth. I don't know his name, so I will call him 'Shangguan' for the time being." Kowloon'…”

The young man had obviously never seen the world, and he listened very intently. After finishing the conversation, he turned back and poured him a drink:

"Brother, what are these Qing Kui and Young Dragon List?"

The swordsman in green shirt shook his head secretly, raised his hand to push away the drugged wine jar, and poured a bowl for the young man with his own wine jar.

This move made the guests at other tables look askance, but the swordsman in blue didn't care about it. He explained:

"Qing Kui is the future heir of the Nine Sects in the South. Most of them are direct descendants of the sect masters. The Nine Sects are too big to bet on a single seedling, so each sect has two to three Qing Kui, all disciples of each sect. The Young Dragon Ranking is the most talented cultivator in his generation, and the ranking given to Jiuzong Qingkui by a good-hearted monk is only nine positions; the one who was originally on the list for the Iron Head Palace was the Young Palace Master Shangguan Baxue, and only recently. Being squeezed out by the 'Shangguan Jiulong' that suddenly appeared."

The young man suddenly realized, picked up the wine bowl and said:

"I just learned that there is such a saying, and I learned a lesson."

The green-robed swordsman shook his head slightly and looked sideways. A martial arts cultivator at the table had already grasped the handle of the sword under the table. He also put his hand on his sword.

However, what the blue-shirted swordsman didn't expect was that the young man in front of him drank the wine in the bowl and stood up:

"Brother, drink first, I'll kill a few people, and we'll talk later."

After speaking, he picked up the two scimitars on the table.

The green-shirted swordsman's eyes showed surprise for the first time, and more than a dozen wild cultivators at the nearby wine table also slapped the table and stood up:

"What a crazy boy..."

Cha

In the next moment, the wind of knives in the inn hall was like a black tide!

I saw the young man in black sitting across from the wine table appearing in the center of the hall in a flash.

There were two silver-moon scimitars in his hands, and the blades were surrounded by black mist. Before the wild cultivators around him could draw their swords, the scimitars with black trails swept across the table at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Cha Cha Cha

The sharp blade cut through flesh and bone, making a numbing sound.

Blood spurted out, and before the three heads fell to the ground, they turned into two black knives and came to another table.

"Eighth Level Ancestor?!"

"Double swords covering the moon?"

"It's the people from Zanyue Lin, run quickly..."

There were screams outside the inn, and people in the hall fled.

But who can take three steps in front of the airtight blade? !

Cha Cha Cha

The calm wine shop suddenly turned into a Shura purgatory with thousands of swords on it.

"ah"

"Rare..."

The young man in black danced his swords rapidly, his eyes were so cold and inhumane, he ignored any wails and pleas, and killed with a sword!

The storm in the hall seemed to be more violent than outside the window!

Wherever the young man passed, limbs flew everywhere, but no blood was left on his body. In just a few breaths, more than a dozen wild wolves in the hall were reduced to pieces under the blade.

The surprise in the eyes of the swordsman in green gradually turned into astonishment. When the blade stopped and the young man in black sprinkled the blood on the swords, he came to his senses and opened his mouth:

"Ha... I didn't expect him to be a reckless man with a knife."

The young man stood among the broken corpses on the ground, turned around and showed a bright smile:

"My name is Zuo Lingquan, and I am a swordsman. However, most people cannot afford my sword."

The blue-shirted swordsman shook his head, not sure if he was disbelieving or disdainful. He put down the wine bowl and held it in his hand:

"Nanhuang Zhao Wuxie, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you."

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