Yiran smiled softly and did not answer. He looked at the young horse thief lying on the ground with a sneer in his eyes.
As Yiran watched, the young horse thief summoned his inner strength, a dagger appeared in his hand, and stabbed Chaowu.
Song Zhili had no idea that this young man would still have some room to spare. In the previous fight, the young man had already suffered a serious defeat and was seriously injured.
After being slapped on the chest by Song Zhili in the end, he even vomited several mouthfuls of blood and couldn't bear it. But he didn't expect that this young man was pretending to be seriously injured!
And when Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili were talking to the young people, they suddenly broke out and threatened to take Chao Wu as a hostage and find an opportunity to escape.
In Yi Ran's mocking eyes, after the young horse thief stabbed out his dagger, he was already a foot in front of Chao Wu.
Song Zhili reacted immediately and stood on the horse thief's wrist with a strike of his knife.
With a "click", the bones of the horse thief's arm were broken. Song Zhili directly used 100% of his strength in this move, which was not something that the horse thief who was still doubtful about moving could resist.
After the hand knife broke the bones of the young man's wrist, he raised his forearm, and the hand knife turned into a claw and hit the young man's chin.
The young horse thief could no longer bear this blow.
He tilted his head back, lifted his legs up into the air, and flew up. He was hit in the abdomen with an elbow by Song Zhili, and fell heavily to the ground.
The three moves in a row were smooth and smooth, which shows that Song Zhili's use of moves has reached a high level, and he has been practicing step by step in the world to reach his current state.
After confirming that the young man was unconscious, he was still tied up and thrown into the sand.
Yi Ran, Chao Wu, Song Zhili, and Chao Qianqian returned to the escort team and sat down to chat.
Only then did Yiran know that Chao Qianqian had never returned to the Longming Escort Agency since she had been practicing at the First Martial Arts Academy six years ago. She couldn't help but burst into laughter and said to Chao Qianqian sincerely:
"The biggest regret in life is that your son wants to be filial but doesn't treat you well. You have a father who cares about you, but you haven't been home for six years."
These words spoke to Chaowu's heart, and he immediately took out his water bag and said boldly: "Uncle, I'm not polite, I'll give you a drink with water instead of wine!"
Yiran smiled and took out the Tongfu wine from the space ring, which he got from shopkeeper Xie, and said: "It's not good to replace the wine with water, just take one Tongfu wine."
Then he took out four pottery bowls, one for each person.
Chaowu drank the wine bowl in one gulp: "Good wine, good wine! It's a pity that at Tongfu Inn, I didn't have the intention to taste the wine at all. It's a pity that the third child can no longer drink together."
Yi Ran and the three of them were silent at the same time. Born in the world and died in the world, it was the best destination for a martial artist, but who didn't have a wife, children, relatives and friends, and who didn't want to live a few more years until the age of Yier and grandchildren.
After drinking the wine, the few people lost interest. Yiran put away most of the wine that was left in the jar, looked to the north, and said leisurely:
"I want to go further north than the Jiuwu Principality. There is a senior there who is dying soon. I need to go there as soon as possible, but my strength is still far behind."
Having said this, Yiran clenched his fists.
Upon hearing this, neither Chao Qianqian nor Song Zhili spoke.
The charisma that Yiran showed in the ranking competition five years ago was already a level that they could hardly reach in their lifetimes. Five years later, they had no idea what height Yiran had reached.
But before taking action, Cun Hao could see the horse thief's dagger, and Yiran's strength had reached an unimaginable level.
Chaowu didn't know how terrifying Yiran's strength was, but in his opinion, he would talk like this and drink with Chao Qianqian and the others, and he thought he was similar to Chao Qianqian and the others.
So he patted Yiran's shoulder carelessly.
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Bang said: "No matter what your strength is, if there is an elder waiting for you, he will not go to see him until you have the ultimate strength."
"Perhaps if he can see you sooner, he will be happier. You know clearly that a son wants to be filial but is not treated as such. Why are you so confused by the authorities?"
Yiran suddenly woke up, looked up to the sky and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, uncle is right."
After speaking, Yiran bent down and clasped his fists, and said to Chaowu: "But he is a fan of the authorities. If he gets over as soon as possible, he will definitely be able to live a more comfortable life."
Then he said to Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili: "I will leave first, and this horse will be taken care of by the Longming Escort Bureau. If one day someone named Zhang San comes to the Escort Bureau by chance. Just say that this horse is mine. Leave it to him.”
After saying that, Yiran took out a dozen blood refining powders from the space ring and handed them to Chao Qianqian. I won't use these things anymore, so just treat them as rewards for raising horses.
Chao Qianqian's hands were trembling as she took the potion handed over by Yi Ran with a flushed face. She and Song Zhili worked as the lowest level spies in the city lord's palace, and their monthly salary was only a few silver coins.
Although the blood refining powder was not expensive, it was very distressing for them to buy it, and Yiran casually took out more than ten copies.
Before Chao Qianqian could say anything, Yiran clasped his fists at Chao Wu again: "Uncle Chao Wu, let's say goodbye."
Chao Wu also clasped his fists and said with a heroic smile: "Go home soon!"
In the eyes of several people, the wooden sword unsheathed itself, and suddenly stepped on the sword and walked northward and disappeared in an instant.
"Well, go home soon!"
Song Zhili and Chao Qianqian stood there as stunned as wooden posts, feeling horrified:
"With flying weapons, Yiran is a strong master of the Martial Sect?"
Then he thought about what Yiran had just said. What kind of existence was there in Tongfu Inn, which had existed in the desert for decades without finding anything strange, and Yiran almost died there.
And where is the old man waiting for him, who is not even strong enough for Wuzong? What a terrifying place it must be.
The young people who were still alive in the escort agency had never seen such a scene. They all sighed, "A person can actually step on a sword and fly through the air. What kind of immortal must he be."
Only the young man who had broken finger bones and almost died without forgetting to remind the old man to protect the horse yearned for the young hero who flew away on his sword, thinking that one day he could fly like this in the sky.
The rivers and lakes are shallow and full of evil dragons, but in the end it cannot change the principle that warriors die in the rivers and lakes and monks die in cultivation. When evil dragons appear in the world, there will always be warriors to kill them.
Who can guarantee that the warrior belongs to Jianghu?
In the final analysis, whether you are a martial artist or a monk, each has his own place of death.
Far to the east of the Holy Law Empire, there is an extremely powerful sect named Luotian Sect.
There are many geniuses in the sect, and the strong are rampant.
Each of the dozens of peaks occupied by the sect has a faction. The more energy there is on the peaks within the sect, the stronger the faction is.
But even on the outermost peaks, the elders of the factions all have the strength of the spiritual level. It is said that many powerful peak leaders have already entered the king level.
As for the strongest people in the sect, it is very likely that they have already touched the imperial rank.
In such a sect, even the competition for resources between factions may exceed the conflicts between powerful principalities.
Today, an old man led a young girl to the foot of a mountain peak on the outermost edge of Luoyun Sect.
Different from the bustling crowds at the foot of several nearby peaks, there is indeed no one at the foot of this mountain called Luo Yifeng.
A winding bluestone path slowly ascends, with overgrown weeds on the roadside
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There was no grass or leaf on the path.
The two of them climbed up the stairs, no one was watching the door and no one was blocking their way.
Walking halfway up the mountain, I saw a child who looked about ten years old, holding a wooden sword in his right hand and a broom in his left hand.
The child dances the wooden sword with his right hand, the force is very clever, and he has the style of entering the palace.
With a swipe of the wooden sword, clusters of weeds were cut in half. Then the child swung the broom with his left hand and swept away the weeds that fell on the bluestone path.
No wonder this stone road is extremely clean, but there are overgrown weeds outside the stone road.
After the child approached, he saw the old and the young and asked curiously: "Grandpa, are you bringing your granddaughter to become a disciple? We only have my parents on this peak, and we don't accept disciples. You can go to the next mountain to have a look." "
Good looked at the innocent child, touched his little head, and said, "Grandpa just came home to have a look."
The child glanced and said, "I hate people touching my head. My mother said that if someone touches my head, I will become stupid."
"You said you should go home, but where is your home? We are the only family on this mountain!"
There was a bit of desolation in Gude's eyes. If the mountain already belonged to someone else and his master's tomb was destroyed, could it still be considered his home?
As if seeing through the old man's worries, Yudie held the old man's arm and comforted him: "Even if the mountain peak already belongs to someone else, maybe the tomb is still there."
Seeing someone going up the mountain, the innocent child stopped walking down the mountain. Instead, he led the old and young people to the top of the mountain, chanting loudly:
"Mom said that when guests come, we must entertain them well, but dad said that we must cut weeds every day and not slack off."
"Then I've entertained the guests, so I shouldn't be considered slacking off."
Hearing this, Goode and Yudie smiled softly, "What an innocent and lovely child."
Seeing the child jumping and leading the way up the stone stairs, Goode felt a little relieved.
At least from the young man's words and character, it can be seen that his parents are definitely not the kind of evil people who would destroy people's tombs.
As long as the tomb remains, no matter what happens to those houses, my roots will still be here after all.
When he was young, he could walk to the top of the mountain with half a stick of incense, but now Goode walked for a full hour.
Even he himself didn't know whether it was because he was old or because he was timid about being close to his hometown.
The child jumped up and down and shouted loudly: "Dad, Mom, we have guests, but we are not here to be apprentices, otherwise we will leave disappointed again."
Hearing the call of their children, the middle-aged man and woman put down their work and rushed over.
When the couple came closer, they saw the old man's face clearly a little faster, with a bright smile on his face.
The middle-aged man came to Goode, bent down and clasped his fists in salute, but did not get up for a long time.
The woman stood behind the man, smiling and wishing the old man a blessing.
Then I felt something was not right again, so I pulled my child over, put my palms on the child's back, put my face against the child's ear and whispered, "Call Grandpa Good."
The child shouted "Grandpa Gude" loudly, and Gude was stunned and confused.
At this moment, the man raised his head and said respectfully to Goode:
"Senior Gude, you are finally back, welcome home."
Then the child's cheerful voice came over and over again from the top of the mountain: "Grandpa Good, welcome home."
A traveler has been wandering in a foreign land for decades, never thinking that there is still someone at home who is always thinking of him.
Once reunited, they are not relatives but they are better than relatives.
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