Chapter 113 Meet

Xia Yichuan, Ning Su and Leng Feng's three gods, the rear-level swords, came like teleportation, and the scene was shocking, making the disciples of the outer disciples crawl on the ground and tremble.

Zhang Yan can't help sighing that no matter where he is, he is respected by strength.

Heng Chong, Master Cai and Hua Qingyu saw the three of them, and naturally there was a burst of greeting. Although there were some sparks in the greeting from time to time, none of the six people were old foxes who had lived for thousands of years, and they were still happy on the surface. Of course, it is impossible for Yan Yan to laugh, and it seems that their limit is not to smile.

After Xia Xiwei saw Xia Yichuan and Ningsu, she just buried her head and stood beside Zhang Yan and was surprisingly silent. Xia Yichuan's expression did not change, but Ning Suqing's eyes showed a trace of doting, and he looked like he wanted to speak and stop.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Yan couldn't help sighing again. What if his cultivation was higher? As long as you don't lose this stinky skin, you still have your own joys and sorrows.

The people on the ground trembled, and the people standing greeted coldly. Zhang Yan, as a bystander, just looked at the scene silently, and a complex and difficult smell gushed out of his heart.

Zhang Yan is not familiar with these people, but they are all the most powerful sword practitioners in the world of swords. They turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain, and few of their high status can be compared with them. Such people gathered together and attached themselves. Perhaps only he knows all the feelings in Zhang Yan's heart.

This scene is very similar to the scene when he lived in Meixi Village. At that time, Zhang Yan, who was still a mountain hunter, was passively involved in a magnificent treasure-grabbing battle.

At that time, he did not have any cultivation, as vague as a slaughtered ant.

Recently, although he has advanced to the early stage of Yuanying, in the face of the six gods in front of him, he is at best just an immeasurable dragonfly.

So——

He wants to know everything!

Otherwise——

Still stubbornly and stubbornly fight to the end.

He has always been such a stubborn person, with a stinky and hard personality, like a stubborn stone thrown into the toilet.

But fortunately, these people are not those people in those years, and the means are not despicable.

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In a secluded hall on the Fire Sword Cliff, there is no one except six gods and Zhang Yan.

These six old monsters are not in a hurry when things come. They sit quietly, with their eyes half-open and seem to be extremely leisurely.

The atmosphere is very calm, like a secluded lake in the slanting wind and drizzle, and the light ripples are also fleeting.

However, these things are superficial after all, and some key details still need to be debatable.

So, after the host Xia Yichuan took the lead in breaking the silence, the conversation slowly began around a tacit matter. However, due to the lack of a needle-piercing character, the atmosphere is not harmonious, and there is no content that has to be thought deeply.

In fact, they are still retaining and waiting for the arrival of a person. When the news brought back by that person is confirmed, they will argue for their vital interests.

Of course, Zhang Yan didn't know this. He just sat silently in the bottom position, looking at his nose and his heart. He didn't seem to be interested in those conversations, but his ears spread everyone's words into his mind, and then analyzed and filtered them into the already built-built clue network.

To his disappointment, he didn't get much, even pitifully, and there was no trace of what was going to happen.

But at least, he roughly knew the identity of the people here and found a quite interesting phenomenon.

Xia Yichuan represents the Fire Sword Cliff, Ning Su represents the Gengjin Sword Pavilion, Leng Feng represents Houze Sword City, Hengchong represents Qinglian Sword Forest, and Hua Qingyu represents the weak water sword pool. It seems that the big forces in the five states of the sword world have come...

As for Master Cai, he is a well-known sword casting master in the whole sword world. His high status does not harm the other six people.

Master Cai is also a character among these six people who can laugh and chat with anyone. Looking at his expression, you can find that this fat man is not very popular. Being able to participate in this matter is probably also related to this.

In fact, Zhang Yan also knew that this gathering-like discussion was a bunch of nonsense, and he could even guess what they still retained until this time.

Retention, that is, it is not yet time for the final showdown.

Zhang Yan was not in a hurry. He would rather see how long the six old monsters could calm down. When they asked themselves, he could fully show his doubts and persistence.

When I walked out of this hall, the sky was dark, and the stars above my head were as big as buckets. The bright imitation seemed to be close to me, and I could pick them easily.

Zhang Yan exhaled a turbid breath and sighed extremely relaxedly, "This mountain is so fucking high~"

With a sigh, I feel refreshed.

Zhang Yan was about to appreciate the uniqueness of the fire sword cliff, and he saw a figure standing in the shadow in front of him.

"Xue Rou?"

Zhang Yan shouted in surprise. Isn't this figure Xue Rou? After 50 years of meeting, she came out more and more quietly, standing there like a quiet snow lotus blooming at night.

"Zhang, Elder Zhang."

Xue Rou seemed to be meditating and did not pay attention to Zhang Yan. She was suddenly woken up by Zhang Yan's voice and looked over in shock. Seeing the familiar figure, she couldn't help but suspect that she had recognized the wrong person, and there was also a trace of doubt and panic in her voice.

However, when Zhang Yan strode and the outline became clearer and clearer, she was finally sure that she was the person she had been waiting for 50 years. She couldn't help but be extremely surprised, and her eyes overflowed with tears like broken lines.

"Stupid girl, why are you crying?" Zhang Yan hesitated for a moment, but still reached out and gently rubbed Xue Rou's head and said with a smile, "Are you happy to see me coming?"

Xue Rou stopped her tears and her voice was still a little choked, but she replied loudly, "Happy!"

When Zhang Yan saw Xuerou, he seemed to forget many troubles in his heart. He was in a better mood and said with a smile, "Since you are happy, why did you see me cry?"

Xue Rou hesitated for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she showed a gorgeous smile and replied, "As soon as I am happy, I love to cry!"

Zhang Yan joked, "Then what are you laughing at now?"

"When I'm happy, I just cry and laugh."

Instead, Xue Rou smiled more happily, and the giggle sounded like a pleasant wind chime, gently floating in the wind and falling into the night.

Night——

It seems to be more gentle.

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"Sister Xue Rou asked me to wait... him? I'm not going!"

Xia Xiwei's chin lay on her arm, and her big dark eyes were full of distress. She still held a wooden stick in her right hand and poked the little bitch's buttocks from time to time, making the little bitch's eyes full of tears and pitiful.

Behind her, Ma Chong and Xue Lou laughed and talked about their 50 years of experience, and there was a lot of sigh in their words.

"What! Are you already in the middle of Jindan? Ma Chong's voice suddenly increased a little, and he looked surprised.

Xuelou patted his chest proudly and grinned, "Of course, my Xuelou is a rare genius in a hundred years."

Bang!

With a slap on the snow building, Ma Chong laughed and scolded, "Genius, if I hadn't instructed you, how could you have laid such a solid foundation? How can you practice so fast?"

Xue Lou grinned and hugged his head and shouted, "That's what my master taught me!"

"Master?"

Ma Chong was stunned for a moment, looked serious, and asked, "Have you become a teacher?"

Xue Lou nodded, with some signs of feeling guilty, and defended, "I was about to break through the Jindan period at that time. I was distressed by no one to guide me, so Sister Xiaowei asked me to follow the master to practice."

Ma Chong sighed and was silent for a while and said, "The fire sword cliff is the bearer of the whole Yanzhou, which has been passed down for a long time. In those years, my old horse was also eager to beg for this. Now that you worship under the fire sword cliff, then practice well and live up to the painstaking efforts of me and adults."

Xue Lou looked at Ma Chong's appearance. Somehow, he suddenly felt uncomfortable and whispered, "Brother Ma, you don't blame me, but I feel even more uncomfortable."

The horse stared at the cow and wanted to beat him. He scolded, "Isn't the little rabbit a bad boy?"

The snow tower is still low, quietly looking at Ma Chong, and suddenly suggested, "Why don't Brother Ma also worship under the fire sword cliff gate? As long as you talk to Sister Xiaowei, you can..."

"No..."

Ma Chong waved his hand weakly, but his expression gradually became firm and said, "I have only followed the side of the adults in my life. No matter how good the fire sword cliff is, it is not my happy land after all."

Xuelou said, "Isn't it enough to leave Elder Zhang?"

"Your excellency won't stay here!"

"The big liar will never stay here!"

Xia Xiwei and Ma Chong opened their mouths at the same time. They looked at each other and turned their faces away, but sighed tacitly in their hearts.

No one spoke again, and the atmosphere was gloomy. Xue Lou looked at the two people, stood up, scratched his head and said, "I'm going to see my sister."

When the words were finished, he hurried downstairs.

Not long after Xue Lou left, Ma Chong and Xia Xiwei heard his extremely surprised voice at the same time.

"Senior Zhang! You're finally here!"

PS: It is estimated that it can reach 1.2 million words at the end of this month, and then start preparing for the ending. Well, I originally planned to write more than 2 million, but I couldn't compete with many things after all.

A book, 1.2 million words, has not been put on the shelves and has not been bought out. It can probably be the meaning of a punch of cash fish, right? I hope the brothers who follow this book can understand and always support the goldfish!

The new book is not planned for the time being, but it has been conceived. I believe it will be a good and wonderful story.