Chapter 1 I'm here for revenge

In the evening, the clouds drooped and the sound of thunder echoed in the sky, indicating that a heavy rain was coming.

The strong wind blows the top of the mountain, and the vegetation swaying. A thunder cut through the gloomy twilight and illuminated the gloomy valley. The surrounding cliffs showed a pale outline in an instant, and the posture of stabbing the dome was particularly ferocious and terrible. The wind roared, and the insects and birds were quiet.

A mink jumped down a steep slope, jumped over the strange rocks, rushed into the lush green bamboo forest, and ran all the way to a cabin.

The wooden house under the green branches and leaves emits a pale green halo in the dark. The mink raised its right paw and grabbed the wooden door a few times, and then the wooden door was opened, and a bald old man came out of the house. The mink rushed into his arms and squeaked.

The old man stroked the bright fur of the mink. At first, he smiled, but his face gradually changed when he heard it.

"The monster's upper limbs were not on the ground when he walked, and he was holding a strange sharp weapon on his paws. He cut down several trees at once... You mean, a 'person' broke in?"

The mink seemed to understand his words and nodded repeatedly.

"He is so powerful that he is not even his opponent?"

The small head of the mink keeps moaning.

The old man's expression became extremely gloomy. He looked up at the sky, suddenly turned around and walked into the room, took off the package hanging in the corner with one hand, then pushed open the back door and strode out.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest, rustling, and the old man's ears and eyes were sensitive, and he immediately heard the slight footsteps mixed in it. The man is coming this way with unusual speed. In a blink of an eye, the four-fold ban on the periphery was destroyed.

The old man sighed in his heart: the comer is indeed the descendant of "he", and he probably can't leave today.

In a few seconds after his turn of thinking, the man once again broke the double ban and moved forward, and his figure quickly appeared in his vision. The two looked at each other from afar through the front and back doors of the wooden house.

The man looks just a young man who is not weak, with beautiful eyebrows and clear eyes. He is dressed in black and holding a long sword. He is arching to him: "Uncle, I have found you!"

The old man stared at him for a moment and dared not be careless. How can there be pure and good disciples under the blood wolf monk? According to the reaction of the swallowing spell, the teenager has stepped into the middle of the land. Although the old man has high-level cultivation, he dare not say that he can win.

The teenager smiled and his eyes fell on the mink in the old man's arms: "This little thing turned out to be a pet raised by my uncle. No wonder it is so clever to escape from under my sword. Is the black-spotted leopard with it also raised by his uncle?

An uncontrollably angry face appeared on the old man's face: "I have lived in seclusion here for many years. Why do you still suffer from each other?" With a force in his hand, the mink immediately burst into pain and screamed to break free from his arms and suddenly rushed into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"Uncle is compassionate now. But who should I cry to when I died under my uncle in the past?" The teenager's tone suddenly became fierce, "Can uncle repay the sins of the past by avoiding the world?"

"sin?" The old man was stunned and suddenly laughed, "Okay! The disciples of the Blood Wolf Monk have become messengers of justice!"

"Uncle made a mistake. I don't come for justice, but for revenge!"

The old man's eyes condensed and asked in a low voice, "Kid, what's your name?"

"My disciple's name is Qin Yan, and my uncle should remember it."

The old man looked confused.

"Uncle killed people in those years. How can so many unknown soldiers remember it?" The teenager smiled, and there was an extremely cold smile. He stepped forward with his sword and stepped into the wooden house. When he waved a few swords in the air, the green halo from the wooden house suddenly faded.

When the old man saw that his sword was fierce, he knew that the teenager practiced the skill of "royal weapon", and his heart was slightly stable. Among the techniques of this family, the art of "royal weapon" is the most sharp. It is invincible in Lanhua, and half of the disciples practice this way. However, all kinds of martial arts are compatible with each other, but there is an inconspicuous "shadow" skill that can restrain the "royal weapon". The old man majored in "entering the virtual" in the past, but after living in seclusion, he turned to practice "shadow", in order to prevent today's changes!

He stepped back a few steps quietly and said slowly, "Your martial arts have been practiced to the sixth level, which is really rare. It would be a pity if such a good jade died. If you leave now, I can do nothing and don't care about you."

"Uncle is really a bodhisattva!" Qin Yan looked sarcastic, "Please rest assured. This is just my training task. If I die here, no one will care, and the master will not come to you for revenge."

"So it is." The old man's heart has completely settled down. The blood wolf monk is cruel, and a disciple who died on the training mission is really not worthy of attention. However, he should also reflect that any boy who has just made his debut can find his hiding place, and he has also been a little relaxed in the past few years... He decided to stop talking nonsense with this boy, and immediately escape after killing him and find a quiet place. Thinking of this, he reached out and touched the package.

Qin Yan looked at his movements and knew that the old man was really "reassuring" that he was going to be a killer, so he did not dare to neglect him. He stared at the other party's hands and protected his chest with his sword. Although the other party's virtual skill is restrained by his own imperial art, it is difficult to guarantee that the old devil has any other secrets. Without seeing life or death, I can't be careless for a moment.

The old man took out a few bright yellow charms, one with five fingers, and the charms burned in the air, filled with ashes and smoke, and wisps spread towards the wooden house. Qin Yan didn't know whether the smoke was poisonous or not, so he retreated step by step. Just as the smoke touched the wooden house, the light suddenly dimmed, and the front and back doors sw closed. Qin Yan was shocked and only felt that the whole wooden house seemed to have turned into a huge mouth of a beast. It collapsed from around and was about to wrap himself tightly and chew it up.

This old devil is really sinister!

The huge pressure on all sides came. Qin Yan bowed and inhaled, suddenly turned his body, and the sword spirit between his hands soared. In an instant, he was like a thunderbolt, and he cut it out. Such a sharp sword spirit could not be resisted by bamboo and wood. Immediately, half of the wall exploded from the middle, Qin Yan rushed out of the wood chips, and then his right foot floated back and fell back to the ground with his right foot a little on the bamboo pole in front of him.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the wooden house had been completely shrouded in gray smoke. There were constantly twisting and tossed things in the smoke, revealing the appearance of all kinds of creatures, some like leopards, some like bears, some like wolves, and some like snake pythons, sharp and ferocious, and silently hissed towards this side.

One, two, three...eight! The old man is not bad, and he can control the eight spirits at the same time! Qin Yan gave a secret praise in his heart, raised the long sword again, and gently wiped the sword body with his left index finger. The long sword sounded happily as if it were alive.

When the eight ghosts heard this sound, the forward trend suddenly hesitated. They felt the existence of natural enemies. If the old man's mana was not strong enough, the sound was enough to make them tremble.

The churning smoke solidified for a moment. In this short moment, Qin Yan calculated the position of the old man's air, opened his mouth and shouted, and the long sword poured out.

The sword shot like an arrow, as fast as electricity, penetrating the smoke bodies of eight ghosts in an instant. When it swept in front of the old man, it was about to penetrate his chest. However, the old man shouted in a low voice, raised his hand to protect his chest, flicked his fingers, and was facing the sharpest tip of the sword. The two touched each other, and there was no unexpected earth-shaking shock. With such a slight touch, the withered sword spirit was completely defeated. Not only that, even the long sword disappeared out of thin air, and a wisp of air machine attached to it by Qin Yan was completely erased.

Qin Yan's body trembled and muttered, "It turned out to be a shadow! No wonder you are fearless..."

The old man opposite the fog did not make a sound. He is too lazy to talk to the people who are about to die.

The smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the contours of the two people. The two looked at each other through the ruins of the wooden house. The teenager looked panicked and the old man smiled.

"Uncle, in fact, all this is a misunderstanding. Master missed you so much that he specially sent me to ask you to go back..." The teenager explained incoherently.

The old man smiled, threw aside the invisible sword that had been "shadowed" in his hand, put his hands into the package, and felt something.

Qin Yan's face changed greatly. The hidden weapon after "Entering Shadow" is invisible and shadowless, and the air machine can't catch it. How can people dodge! In case an old man has some powerful toxins attached to the hidden weapon, how can he resist it with his four-fold "blood power"! Should today really be the anniversary of my death?

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked behind the old man with surprise and shouted, "Master!" After shouting this sentence, he didn't have time to see the old man's reaction, so he suddenly turned around and rushed to the bamboo forest next to him.

"Wo! Oh! "Oh!" The sound of breaking the air kept ringing behind himself. He ignored it and looked like a civet cat, leaping up and down in the bamboo forest and flying like flying. Several strong winds shot through his feet, arms and neck, all of which were only a little different. His heart was still, and there was another warning in his mind. He hurriedly tilted his head, and then his face cooled down. Some hidden weapon wiped his face and flew over, leaving a deep blood mouth.

It's miserable, poisoned, and now I'm going to die...

After a few seconds, he didn't feel strange, and the aura on his face moved as usual. Qin Yan was happy: It turned out that there was no poison! This old man is extremely vicious, but there is also a time to miss it!

There was another wind in front of him. Qin Yan quickly shrank his head and saw several hidden weapons that had been shot in front of him blowing through the sky and returning to the old man's hands behind him.

Qin Yan was even more overjoyed. The old man can't bear to give up that hidden weapon and plays the trick that must be collected every time. Isn't it looking for death?

He stepped heavily on a bamboo, jumped into the sky, bowed his legs and wrapped his arms around him, shrank his body into a ball, protected the major key points, and launched "blood".

Come on! Come here as much as you want!

As if responding to his call, several hidden weapons came through the air, one cut his thigh, one shot through his left shoulder, and the other was trampled down by him.

The blood flowed like a note, spilling from the air and sliding down a line of red on the bamboo leaves. He rolled back to the ground, staggered a few steps away from the turned hidden weapon, and turned to meet the old man head-on.

The old man didn't know why he turned around and took back the hidden weapon, and he was a little hesitant. There are many ways to fight to the death in this door, but don't chase too close to give this boy a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, he quietly stepped back a few steps and raised his hand again, waiting for a fatal blow to the teenager. At this time, he suddenly found a feeling of soreness coming from his right arm. The abnormality came so quickly that he could not react at all and spread to his whole body, and the spirit vein of the sea was blocked and dried up in an instant. He could no longer stand unsteadily for a moment and fell straight to the ground.

Until this time, he was still extremely puzzled and didn't understand why he was suddenly poisoned.

Qin Yan protected the wound on his right shoulder with his left hand, and blood oozed from between his fingers, and there was a faint golden color in his blood. He slowly approached the old man, looked down at the old man's unbelievably stunned expression, shook his head and said, "Uncle, you must want to know how you failed, right?"

The old man's turbid eyes show a color of desire.

Qin Yan suddenly raised his leg and stepped on the old man's chest. The strong force penetrated into his body and destroyed his internal organs in an instant. The old man was suddenly breathless.