Xiao Mian, who rarely had a good night's sleep, probably never thought that because of his arrival, Wan Zongyuan, who was already full of mountains and rains, seemed even more turbulent.

In the back hall of the small courtyard, the ancestor of the jade hoe tasted the spiritual tea he planted, and he didn't seem to see Ding Kaishan, who came back after placing Xiao Mian.

"Master, what do you think......?

"What do I think? I have to ask you what you think! The old man is just seeing him for the first time, no more than you and him all the way, it can be regarded as sharing weal and tribulation, why is it that when the matter is approaching, he came to ask me what I think?" glared at Ding Kaishan angrily, and the ancestor of the jade hoe put down the teacup and closed his eyes and concentrated. When Ding Kaishan couldn't help but speak again, the voice of the Jade Hoe Ancestor came leisurely: "This son has a calm expression in his speech, and he doesn't look like a treacherous person, but I always feel that his words are not all false, but I can't believe them." If it is said that Shang Xiucai and the three of them intend to suppress the Bai family, I would believe it, but the three of them have many proud disciples under them, so why let him come forward?"

"Maybe it's inconvenient, isn't it?"

"I'm afraid it's not just that!"

"But when I was in the Five Elements Mountain, I did hear that Senior Shang favored this Xiao Mian, and I heard that the Xuanfeng Sword in Xiao Mian's hand was edged with Nine Heavens Xuanjin and the Blue Pole Ice Flame as the bone, so the Nine Heavens Xuanjin didn't matter, the Blue Pole Ice Flame was the only one!"

"So, this kid has a bit of weight!"

"Master, I had a message sent back by Yu Jian before, it was about the death of Uncle Li Mudao, you should have received it, right?" When Ding Kaishan said the name of "Li Mudao", the Jade Hoe Ancestor, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, suddenly opened his eyes, and two rays of light burst out in his slightly cloudy eyes, and the ferocity of that moment was Ding Kaishan couldn't help but stagnate. Soon, the Jade Hoe Ancestor closed his eyes again, nodded, and Ding Kaishan whispered: "The death of Senior Uncle Li was told by Xiao Mian to his apprentice, but there are many doubts in it......"

"The pastor has fallen, there is no doubt about it!"

"Yes, but I inquired privately, Xiao Mian once used spirit grass to bid for some things in Lingchuanfang City, and the quality and condition of spirit grass are very good. ”

"Oh?" Hearing this, the Jade Hoe Ancestor's eyes opened again, but this time it was already calm, and after a moment of silence, the Jade Hoe Ancestor said to himself: "If you can make your kid praise the good quality spirit grass, it should be better than the one you planted yourself, right?" Yuan Xuan is the only one in the Five Elements Sect who is a half-hung alchemist, but he has not heard of any outstanding spirit farmers, do you mean that he has the legacy of the pastoral path?"

"It shouldn't be wrong! It's just that Uncle Li hid it, and it is categorically not so much spiritual grass, but Xiao Mian has never sold a large amount of spiritual grass since then, but at an auction not long ago, a lot of high-quality spiritual grass appeared in a public auction, and one of the condensation grass was also auctioned away by the Bai family!"

"That kid is also alert! Hmph! Sure enough, it's not a fuel-efficient lamp......" Closing his eyes again, the Jade Hoe Ancestor waved his hand gently, and just as Ding Kaishan was about to exit the door, the Jade Hoe Ancestor said: "Now my farm is in danger, although this kid is a little treacherous, but he is finally a person who knows the roots." Since there is a monk of the Five Elements Gate who is a guarantor, you might as well believe him...... Hey!"

“...... Yes!"

After bowing, Ding Kaishan left the room, but his heart was gloomy.

If it weren't for the unexpected fall of Li Mudao, how could the Jade Hoe Ancestor be forced to do so? If it weren't for Li Mudao's unexpected fall, how could the Jade Hoe Ancestor be unable to support it alone, and he would have to worry about the life and death of the peasant family stream with his dying body? If it weren't for the Bai family's conspiracy and calculation, Li Mudao was trapped by love, first neglected his cultivation, and then fell outside, how could the peasant family flow be forced to walk on thin ice?

Everything is the Bai family!

Thinking of this, Ding Kaishan's fists clenched tightly. At the same time, in the Bai family's compound, Bai Zhenzhen and the boy in white were talking and laughing.

"One punch repelled the kid of Miyamoto Kawanosuke, and invisibly dissolved the bewitching voice of the woman in red, the kid in black, it's very interesting......" The boy in white said this, and Bai Zhenzhen interrupted nonchalantly: "Hmph! Big brother is too fussy, isn't it? As for what kind of Miyamoto Kawanosuke, it's just to scare and scare others, the so-called exotic monks are just unknown people from Dongying Island in the sea off the coast of Soochow Prefecture, why bother?"

"Zhen Zhen, how come after participating in a sword fighting meeting, instead of opening your eyes, you are resting on your laurels? Winning the fifth place in the sword fighting meeting, you have no one in your eyes? Don't forget! That is just the nominal Nanyue Prefecture Sword Fighting Association, including you, the people originally sent out by Wan Zong to participate in the sword fighting meeting are not the most top-notch disciples, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkey is called the king!" Although the white-clothed boy said this, although his face was pleasant, it made Bai Zhenzhen, who had always been above the top, turn pale, and did not dare to refute the slightest. Seeing this, the man in white smiled freely: "Although the combat power of Kawanosuke Miyamoto is not in my eyes, his strength will not be worse than yours!"

"What!?"

"In other words, that man in black has the strength to defeat or even kill you!"

“...... , is it him?"

"Who?"

“...... , Xiao Mian!"

After a moment of silence, Bai Zhenzhen spat out two words.

The man in white was stunned when he heard this, and then opened the folding fan in his hand and unconsciously fanned it.

"The leader of this year's Sword Fighting Meeting, judging from the message you passed back, you do have this strength. It's a pity, I'm already married, I'm embarrassed to fight him, so it's cheaper for Yuanyi and Yuanxin and their two brothers......"

"Big brother mean?"

"Hmph, wait and see the show!"

The Tianmen Inn is the highest standard inn in Wanzong City, and if ordinary monks don't have some identity*, they can't stay overnight even if they have more spirit stones.

In the Tianzi No. 1 room of the Tianmen Inn, Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red bowed and stood solemnly, and in front of the two, a figure sat peacefully.

"Yaksha was defeated by a punch, and Gandharva didn't even know how she was defeated, you two are really more capable than the other!"

“...... , Miyamoto is incompetent, and he should be seppuku!"

Saying this, Miyamoto Kawanosuke had already pulled out the short scimitar at his waist and stabbed him in the abdomen without hesitation. However, before the scimitar could reach its body, it was grasped tightly by a large hand, and could no longer move forward. Then, a tall and strong man appeared in the room and snatched Miyamoto Kawanosuke's scimitar, and the man sat down in another chair and played with the scimitar for a long time.

"Emperor Shakti, don't go too far!"

"Dragon King, don't you feel ashamed to be listed as one of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon along with this kind of garbage?" The person who saved Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red before was none other than the Emperor Shakti of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, and it was another Dragon King who prevented Miyamoto Kawanosuke from committing suicide. Faced with Shakti's questioning, the Dragon King threw the scimitar back into the scabbard with his backhand, and said expressionlessly, "Garbage has a use for garbage, at least when you are an outcast, you won't feel a pity." Shakti, you don't want to do everything yourself, do you?"

"This ...... "Ignoring the faces of Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red, who were difficult to see, Emperor Shakti suddenly changed his words and asked with a straight face: "What is the origin of the man in black?"

"It's not clear now, but the person who walked with that person was Ding Kaishan, who was a farmer, and he was the descendant and grandson of the ancestor of the jade hoe, which was one of the goals of our trip!"

"So, will there be a chance to get in touch with that kid in the future?"

"Yaksha, Gandharva, you two go down first! Inform the others, the business is on the door, stand by and be ready to attack at any time!"

"Yes!"

Although Miyamoto Kawanosuke and the woman in red are both one of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon, neither their status nor strength can be compared with the Heavenly Emperor Emperor and the Dragon King.

"Emperor Shakti ......"

Looking at the Emperor Shakti with the corners of his mouth hooked lightly on the seat, the Dragon King spoke, but he stopped talking. Shakti waved his hand, and the dragon king sitting on the seat shook his head, his figure getting lighter and lighter, until there was no trace of him, and Shakti was the only one left in the room.

A trace of pain crossed his handsome face, and Emperor Shakti pursed his lips.

On the top of Daizong Mountain, the night wind hits people, and the two figures stand hand in hand.

One of them is the Confucian Yuanying Intermediate Ancestor Shang Shusheng, and he is the only one who is qualified to stand proudly on the top of Daizong Mountain, smiling proudly, overlooking the living beings in the city of Ten Thousand Sects;

"The mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings......"

"Master Shang, this ...... It's scary here......"

"Qing Jue, the path of cultivation, the first point of mind, your qualifications are one in ten thousand, and it is a blessing to be fortunate to be lucky to enter the path of cultivation, but if the mind is not strong, no matter how good the qualifications are, it is just a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. Speaking of this, the scholar suddenly turned around and said to the thoughtful Fu Qingjue: "You should know Xiao Mian, right? Although this son is not as qualified as you, but the solidity of his mind is the only thing I have seen in my life, if you can be like him, why worry about the unexpectedness of the avenue and the hope of immortality?"

"Xiao Mian? hum!"

With a cold snort, Fu Qingjue didn't speak again, but his expression seemed to be quite disdainful of Xiao Mian. The scholar saw it in his eyes, but he just smiled faintly and said more.

Whether everyone wants it or not, the drama of Wanzong City has already begun......