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

At this time, it was the next morning, and the vast ancient city of Jianchuan was still shrouded in a misty morning mist. The early autumn wind blew, and a few birds and cicadas were singing.

As the sun grew higher, the slightest blue smoke rose from the sword-casting yards, and the crisp sound of iron came, accompanied by the bustling crowds, which were intertwined into the martial prosperity unique to the ancient capitals of another world.

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

Fighting swords with Tieyifang, fighting with Han Lin, and fighting with Baicaoweng. Did the fifteen-year-old boy who was despised have never thought of such a wonderful life?

In one day, Tieyifang was ruined, Han Lin died in the ring, Baicao Weng was speechless, Duan Heihu took the silver thread spider antidote and was in a stable condition, Yan Li easily read all the medical books of Bian Que Pavilion in three hours, and took a full sleep to nourish his spirit...

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

"This surging Jianchuan River, where the spirit of swords and the pride of heroes is suitable for me to start my search for the Tao."

Yan Li looked into the distance and let his mind fly at the end of the sky. Suddenly, he heard an old song coming from a distance from the long street:

"The clouds are opened for thousands of miles, and the sky is surging down the nine levels."

Hundreds of years ago, the sword that fell from the sky almost changed the entire Central Plains landscape. What a divine power and courage it was? Not to mention the younger swordsman, even a seeker like Yan Li, who is as calm as water, could not help but yearn for him.

"Forging a sword for a hundred years has become a hero, and talking about fighting for wine is a gentle prince."

A sword can be without a sharp edge, but a hero will not have a bone. Generations of swordsman inherit the righteousness of the great times, and the pride of mountains and rivers. Only righteousness is the only way to achieve the heroic spirit of Jianchuan City for a hundred years. I despise the emperor, light the princes and marquis, three cups of promise, and the five mountains are light, how can people not be excited?

"I have killed all the unfair things in the world, but I only sigh that there is no great harmony in the nine provinces."

With a sword in the world, we can prove my heroism. Once upon a time, Yan Li in his previous life was so young and passionate, trying to turn the tide and change the whole world with his own strength! However, it was a dream and bubble. All beings in the end of the world were their own things, and they were not their own things, and the harmony of the world would always be a utopia in fantasy.

Humanity is not the way of heaven.

The Tao is in sentient beings, but sentient beings are not the Tao.

Sure enough, the old voice turned into vicissitudes of time, and the last two sentences were sung:

"Thunder Dream woke up from the hero's dream, took off his bloody clothes and entered the Taoist palace."

These two sentences are like in my ears, and they are silent.

Yan Li's eyes suddenly retracted from the horizon and turned his head to look in the direction of the singing.

I saw an old Taoist priest with silver hair and white crane cloak in his hand, holding a whisk, leading the twelve or thirteen-year-old Taoist boy beside him slowly along the long street. His steps seemed plain at first glance, but in Yan Li's eyes, he could see that there was nothing under his feet, floating as if he could ride the wind at any time by controlling the wind.

Such cultivation is clearly the level of martial arts reaching the realm of transformation, which is unfathomable. Compared with this old Taoist priest, martial arts seniors such as Ding Can and Xue Changsheng are like children who have just learned to walk.

Sure enough, there is a hidden dragon and a creeping tiger in Jianchuan City!

Before he finished sighing, Yan Li saw more than a dozen big men wearing Han family costumes, surrounded by a carriage and headed straight for Bian Que Pavilion.

Yan Li didn't believe that someone from the Han family or Tieyifang got sick at this time. It was probably because of him and Fenghuo, and the ghost was really gone.

Yan Li snorted coldly and turned to go downstairs.

Before we arrived at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion, we heard the Han family clamoring to Duan Yan:

"Yesterday, Han Tong made his own decision. He was just the shopkeeper of Tieyifang. How could he represent the Han family's Tieyifang? Tieyifang is the old brand founded by my Han family, a predecessor, and a tyrant and brave man. How could he close the door? Now my Han family gave Han Tong a five-flower tie that caused the dispute to you, Fenghuobao, which is considered to be the most righteous. I think the sword is a sword after all, not a heroic pounding in Jianchuan, so there is no need to divide life and death. Let you beat Han Tong, and the matter ends here!"

Duan Yan was so angry that his face turned red, and his hand holding the sword on his waist was so white. The Han family was too bullying. He came to the door with great momentum yesterday. If it weren't for Yan Li's help, his family would have been destroyed today. And the Han family wanted to lose a scapegoat the next day. He was beaten and he clearly said that he might not have to take Han Tong's life!

Although Duan Yan has been in the world for two years, he is essentially a passionate and simple boy, and his oral skills are not as good as those of the servants specially selected by the Han family? Therefore, he knew that this was wrong, but he didn't know how to refute it. He was determined to draw his sword and chop people, but he was afraid that he would cause death and implicate his father who was seriously injured in bed, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Yan Li just went downstairs and shouted when he saw this: "What are you waiting for in the young master? He drew his sword and chopped Han Tong!"

Duan Yan's trust in Yan Li was almost at the level of admiration. He did not hesitate any more and pulled out the broken sword from his waist, and a red sword energy slashed at Han Tong.

Han Tong has been tied up by five flowers and has no ability to dodge. Several Han family servants are only at the level of relaxing muscles and activate the web. How could they block Duan Yan, who has broken through the skin quenching realm, and his angrily sword?

The sword energy fell on the spot and the blood radiated. Han Tong's head rolled into the dust with a look of horror.

Then, Han Tong's passionate blood sprayed several feet high along his broken neck, pouring all the Han family servants.

The head of the Han family was stunned for a long time before coming back to their senses, shaking hands to wipe off the blood stains on their faces, and said tremblingly: "You... You Fenghuozhuan dares to kill people on the street! You dares to violate the rules of Jianchuan City's martial arts world! The three sword gates will not let you go, and they will destroy you Fenghuozhuan's whole door!"

Yan Li had already walked to Duan Yan, and stepped forward after hearing this, pointed at the nose of the Han family's servant, shouting: "Don't swear by blood. Just now, it was the broken sword in the hands of the young leader. It was just a broken sword in the hands of the young leader. How could it represent the young leader and the Fenghuo Forging? I, Fenghuo Forging, Young Man, is a young genius who broke through the skin tempering realm at the age of 18. He is chivalrous and righteous, and has a reputation. In the future, he will definitely be a shining star in the martial arts world. How can Han Tong, a figure like a pig and dog, and his life like an ant, be related to my Fenghuo Forging? Now, Fenghuo Forging has tied up this spiritual sword that can kill on its own and handed it over to your Han family. No matter how you deal with it, you will be considered as the most righteous. This matter ends here!"

The Han family's servant was shocked and angry, and refused to lose face from the Han family. He said with a thick neck: "How can a sword kill people? You are too bullying!"

Duan Yan's heart was filled with depression, "It's said that it's a spiritual sword, so what's so strange about killing people on his own? He's really ignorant. Come on, get the hemp rope quickly and tie the disobedient sword and hand it over to the Han family for treatment! - Forget it, although this spiritual sword is naughty, it won't resist you're punching, kicking, or even recasting it back. Let's save this hemp rope."

As he said that, Duan Yan threw the broken sword at the feet of the Han family. Although this sword once defeated Mo Fengzhan in the Iron Yifang and made great contributions, it was essentially a long steel sword with a value of no more than ten taels of silver. You can call Yan Li at any time and smash it dozens of them out.

Unfortunately, Duan Yan was so excited that he couldn't even maintain his moment in the blink of an eye.

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

I heard a majestic middle-aged male voice coming from the carriage of the Han Mansion, and said coldly: "Feng Huozhuan is really bold and bold. He dares to openly kill people at the gate of Bian Que Pavilion, and he doesn't repent, distort right and wrong, and waste people's lives. The true sin is unforgivable! I disdain to fight with the younger generation, and give you the last chance to kowtow in front of the carriage!"

This murderous aura is as fierce as a sea of ​​tides, one after another, hitting the Fenghuo Forge everyone, as if a sword will come at any time, and the death will be lost. Even a young master like Duan Yan is difficult to compete with. It can be seen that the martial arts cultivation of the people in the carriage has reached the point where ordinary knights must look up to. Conservatively, it is also at the peak of bone forging.

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

To put it bluntly, the so-called murderous aura is nothing more than a spiritual power cultivated by long-term life-and-death battle. The competition is willpower. Yan Li's spiritual cultivation cannot even erase the cycle of time and space, and the mere murderous aura can only make a laughing at.

Yan Li looked calm and his eyes were open. He slowly stepped forward and said, "I also said that the Han family only sent a group of watchdogs today. I didn't expect that there would be masters like you to follow him. This is just right, so I'll ask your Han family to hand over the assassin who assassinated Duan Da's boss with the Five Spider Soul Palm!"

"Huh?" The man in the carriage nodded subconsciously, and shouted loudly in his heart.

Although he opened his mouth and spoke strongly, he knew best that the Han family is at the forefront of the storm and could not tolerate any carelessness. Therefore, he watched Duan Yan kill Han Tong until Duan Yan threw out the broken sword.

Logically speaking, under the pressure of a bone-forging master like him, even if the Fenghuo Forge members has no will, it will be difficult to argue with him. Even if there are a few refutations, it will be a disadvantage in front of Han Tong's body. In this way, the Han family can completely solve the troubles of this village.

As for Han Tong, a waste who is not enough to make a fortune, no one cares about life or death.

But Yan Li in front of him was not only not afraid of his murderous aura, but also spoke up and changed the subject and told Duan Heihu to be injured.

At the time of this incident, after teaching Mrs. Han Wu a lesson, before the Iron Yifang sword challenge, the connection between them was even hundreds of mouths in the Han family could not tell the difference.

Yan Li also particularly emphasized the "Five Spider Soul-Entangling Palm" - evil martial arts, which everyone calls and fights in the world. Except for the Demon Sect and the Demon Evil, no force on any side will admit that it is related to it.

Therefore, the man in the carriage was a little stunned and immediately shouted angrily: "Don't be polite with me! My Han family is open and honest, how could I use such a method? You are also guilty. If I hadn't been unwilling to start a massacre in the city, I would have killed you!"

Yan Li said disdainfully: "The world is fair and free, and it is useless to speak cleverly. You must be honest and honest in your Han family, and someone will believe it!" As he said that, he also pointed at Han Tong's body, meaning that he would use such a villain to be in charge of affairs, and dare to claim to be honest and honest?

The people in the carriage knew that the more they debated, the more they lost, and they were angry and jumped out of the carriage. They beat Yan Li with a heavy palm in the air.

The bone-forging master took action with anger, and heard a "boom", as if a muffled thunder was blowing in the air. A pale light flew out from the palm of the human palm, and it was five feet long in the wind, and it rumbled with the sound of a tiger breaking wind.

Yan Li looked at the giant palm on her head without frowning.

Because he knew that someone would block this hand.

Sure enough, I heard a sound of old man shouting: "Junior is arrogant!"

Immediately, a crane suddenly burst into the air, but a hazy white crane appeared in front of the master of the Han family.

The white crane spread its wings in the air, and a strong wind blew everywhere within a five-meter-meter radius. The Han family members with weak martial arts foundations were blown to the east and west, rolling and crawling out of the circle.

The powerful palm power of the Han master also dissipated invisible in the strong wind. Not only that, even this master in the bone-forging stage was swept out three meters away by the strong wind, and staggered to the ground in a mess.
Chapter completed!