"What an arrogant boy!" The man choked and couldn't help but draw his sword.
But as soon as the sound of unsheathing was heard and before the sword's edge was seen, Yang Zhao moved his wrist and the chopsticks in his hand were shot out.
Like lightning coming, the man's pupils shrank sharply under the strong wind, and he tilted his head subconsciously. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, and the chopsticks grazed his neck and nailed the wooden pillar behind him with a bang. Go ahead and dive right into it!
ah! ? When the man looked back, his expression suddenly changed and he couldn't help but back away.
His hand was still on the hilt of the sword, and he didn't have time to take it out of the sheath.
"Get out!" Yang Zhao said simply.
Who dares to come up at this time?
The man couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, neither advancing nor retreating.
Everyone in the inn looked at each other with shock in their eyes.
After thinking about it secretly, Xiao Yuan stood up with a smile on his face, raised his hands to the circle and said: "I, the leader of the Wuming Sect, like all of you, came here for the Flame Grass, but I don't know why I offended all the heroes just now. , if there is any inappropriateness, please forgive me."
Everyone looked confused and looked at each other again.
"The Anonymous Faction? How come I haven't heard of it..."
"The skill with the chopsticks just now shows that its sect is a first-rate master. This unknown sect is probably an unparalleled sect..."
"Yes, this time the Flame Grass was born, I don't know how many masters came, including many who retired from the world..."
Xiao Yuan made nonsense, but these people took him seriously, thinking that he was some mysterious successor.
Listening to the discussions around him, the leader of the Nanhua Sword Sect rolled his eyes, stood up and returned the greeting: "Ah, it turns out he is the leader of the Wuming Sect. I'm down at Du Yanshan. It's polite here."
"No, no, Master Du is welcome." Xiao Yuan looked like he was smiling.
Seeing this, other people began to raise their hands, say hello, and introduce themselves.
When this episode came to an end, no one dared to cause trouble anymore. After a while, the food and drinks were also served. Yang Zhao said in confusion: "Sir, what are you doing..."
Xiao Yuan said in a low voice: "As you said, the flame grass bears fruit only once in sixty years. It is such a treasure. If you miss this opportunity, I am afraid that you will never see it again in your life. Of course you have to go and see it."
"But Young Master, this time we are fighting for the Flame Grass, there will be a lot of experts, dragons and snakes mixed together. There is no guarantee that something will not happen." Yang Zhao was full of worry.
"It doesn't matter, we are just going to take a look and see what the flame grass looks like. We are not going to argue with them." Xiao Yuan didn't pay much attention.
Xu Hu said: "Sir, since this is a treasure, why not secretly mobilize General Yang Heng's troops to suppress it with a large army."
No matter how high a person's martial arts skills are, as long as you are a human, it is impossible to fight against the army. Under the Qin army's arrow formation and infantry battle formation, with halberds and shields, no matter who you are, you can't fly.
But Xiao Yuan decisively refused: "No, the garrison at Qinguan cannot be mobilized under any circumstances. It is the gateway to northwest China."
"This." Xu Hu and Yang Zhao looked at each other and said, "I don't know where the flame grass is or when it will bloom and bear fruit."
Xiao Yuan smiled and gestured towards the inn: "Follow them, everything will be clear."
He decided to go and have a look. Although Yang Zhao was worried, he could not obey his orders and could only protect Xiao Yuan nervously all the way.
Along the way, a group of martial arts people were divided into several factions. Needless to say, they were hostile to each other, but no one dared to act rashly. Du Yanshan invited Xiao Yuan to accompany him and chatted with him from time to time. Apparently, he had seen Yang Zhao's skills. , wanting to win over the 'Anonymous Faction' as an ally.
There was no way he could hide his little thoughts from Xiao Yuan, but he was happy to see it and just went with the flow.
The birthplace of the Flame Grass is in a mountain range a hundred miles away from Beiling City. It can be said that it is a deep mountain and old forest, with no roads and many cliffs.
Three days later, Xiao Yuan arrived at the destination with Du Yanshan and the others.
There is a cliff here. The entire cliff looks extremely smooth, as if it has been cut by a knife, and is of uncanny craftsmanship. But in the middle, there is a flower that is as red as the blazing sun, which is extremely eye-catching.
The open space under the cliff was already filled with people of all kinds. Jianghu sects gathered together, and Xiao Yuan was among them.
Everyone was looking up at the flame grass in the middle of the cliff, but no one took any action.
"The flame grass takes sixty years to bloom and bear fruit. This is our chance..."
"Yes, if the calculation is correct, the time will be ripe in another hour..."
Everyone was discussing with others, divided into dozens of factions, and time passed quietly.
The sun was setting, and after an hour, the color of the flame grass changed drastically, becoming increasingly fiery red.
"Junior brother, help me!" Someone finally couldn't help it anymore, shouted loudly, and took the lead in taking action. With the ground under his feet, his body instantly pressed against the cliff, like a gecko swimming on the wall, and quickly moved up.
The Flame Grass is some distance away from the ground. Unless you have extraordinary light skills and profound attainments, you will never be able to reach it directly.
When they saw someone taking action, the various sects below immediately became anxious. Someone immediately reached into his waist and instantly took out a hidden weapon with a flick of his wrist.
Three silver needles shot out like cold light.
The man on the wall had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge. He turned around to avoid being hit by the hidden weapon, and the others had no way to rely on him, so he fell down.
"Who dares to hurt my senior brother!" someone shouted, drawing his sword instantly.
"Stop grabbing!"
The sound of weapons clashing was heard immediately, and chaos broke out in the arena. During the fight, several figures shot straight towards the cliff.
Some people used ropes with hooks to hang up on the rocks, while others used Qinggong to borrow strength from time to time.
But before these people could get close to the Flame Grass, they were all knocked to the ground by hidden weapons and other objects.
At this moment, the sound of sleeves ripping in the wind came, and a black shadow came from nowhere, leaping in front of the crowd. Under several rays of cold light, the blade was vertical and horizontal, and the crowd was pushed back with one blow, mixed with several miserable howls.
He was dressed in black, holding a dragon bird sword, and looked like a man in charge. He glanced around and said in a loud voice: "The flame grass is mine! Whoever dares to fight, don't blame the sword for being ruthless!"
"Ba Dao Yang Wei!?" Someone screamed.
"What!?" Hearing his name, many people subconsciously backed away.
"He's here too." Yang Zhao frowned deeply and reminded carefully: "Sir, there are more and more masters. It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time."
Just as Xiao Yuan was about to speak, a piece of ethereal flute sound came closer and closer, seeming to have invisible ripples, echoing in the valley, making it particularly ethereal.
"Ah!? Set the storm!"
People's expressions changed drastically again. Even Yang Wei inserted the Dragon Bird Sword into the ground and immediately sat cross-legged.
The song set the storm and seemed to capture the soul. Countless people began to cover their ears, yell and run around.
"Sir, sit down quickly, don't listen to this flute sound!" Yang Zhao was also shocked.
The ethereal flute sound is getting closer and closer.
That jade flute, that white dress that beats the snow, is like a fairy descending to earth.
Who else could it be if it wasn't Mu Lianying.
