My Sword Has a Way

Xu Zhian stopped in the corridor.

Looking back at the burly man who was speaking, this man was the demon tribe member that the young man in tight clothes had mentioned before.

The young man frowned slightly and asked, "What's the matter?"

The man smiled faintly: "Enjoy your life, the moment you get off the boat, that will be your death!"

Xu Zhian frowned even deeper: "Have I ever offended you?"

The burly man said calmly: "You haven't offended me, but you have offended some people you can't afford to offend!"

After saying this, the man disappeared into the corridor, as if he had never appeared.

Xu Zhian frowned even deeper. This person should be in the acupoint realm among the three realms of self-cultivation. If this person really has intentions, he will be in real danger!

The boy returned to the cabin, where the young man in tattered robes was already sitting.

Xu Zhian nodded and walked aside.

The young man looked at Xu Zhian expressionlessly and said, "Are you going to Jianya, too?"

Xu Zhian nodded and said, "Thank you for what you did just now."

The man smiled and said, "Your sword is pretty good, but you're a little bit weak."

Xu Zhian didn't reply, and the man asked again, "Do you have any wine?"

The young man nodded, took out a jar of Spring Thunder from the mountain ghost money, placed it on the wooden table, and pressed his right hand on it.

The young man immediately became excited when he saw this: "How about we make a deal?"

Xu Zhian looked at the drunkard-like young man and smiled slightly, "What deal?"

The young man retracted his gaze and smiled faintly: "A jar of wine for a life."

The boy frowned slightly: "Do you think I will die?"

The young man curled his lips and said, "It's not a belief, but a certainty. The people of the demon race have physical advantages. Although you are a pure sword cultivator, you are really unqualified. You haven't even condensed the sword energy. What's more, you are only in the second stage of self-cultivation. Do you think you have a chance of winning?"

Xu Zhian's frown gradually relaxed: "Does your Excellency have a chance of winning?"

The young man walked to the wine jar, slapped it with one hand and said, "Yes! Very much! If you can afford fifty mountain ghost coins, I can even make those two monsters disappear from this world."

Xu Zhian frowned after hearing this, and suddenly remembered that the monster also had companions. In this case, he really didn't have much chance of winning.

Xu Zhian took back his right hand from the wine jar and said, "The wine is yours. I hope you can keep your promise."

The man picked up the wine jar and shook his head repeatedly, saying, "Don't worry, I won't cheat you, young or old!"

Just as the young man was traveling far away, tremendous changes were taking place in the vast territory of Daliang.

The Longyang City, which had been peaceful for more than a thousand years, saw a change of regime amid smoke and fighting.

The former emperor of Daliang chose to abdicate before the city was broken because of his misconduct and the mistaken use of evil people to handle state affairs. His half-brother, Prince Guangling, succeeded to the throne.

In one day, the old sun turns into a new sun, and all the mountains and rivers are at peace.

The sun rises and sets, and the sea of ​​stars recedes.

Two days later, in front of a cliff somewhere in the East Sea Kingdom, a young man who looked like a beggar and a young man carrying a black sword slowly stepped off the cloud ship and came to a four-cornered archway.

The young man with a sword on his back was a little dazed when he looked at the four big words "Heaven Official's Blessing".

"What's so good about this? When you travel around the world in the future, you will find that this memorial archway is just a few pillars. It has no other use except taking up space. It is not as magnificent as other memorial archways elsewhere."

The young man beside him interrupted the boy's thoughts, Xu Zhian nodded, and the two walked out of the archway.

As soon as he walked out of the archway, the world instantly changed back to the one the boy knew before. This place was not located in a downtown area like Yancheng Duya, but was located in the mountains.

There are few people here, only a small town with about a hundred households. Looking up, there are withered vines on the ancient road and frost on the grass. Although there are a few wisps of smoke rising in the distance, it still seems a little lacking in warmth on this cold winter day.

"coming."

The young man at the side reminded.

"It still counts now. For only fifty mountain ghost coins, the inner elixirs of these two people can be used as wine today."

The young man frowned, turned around and looked at the two burly men behind him and said, "I don't have any money."

The young man shook his head and said, "It seems that we can't eat the inner elixir today."

Xu Zhian said to the burly man who was walking over not far away: "Are you from the demon tribe?"

An ugly man said, "Boy, what do you want to say?"

The young man asked doubtfully, "Can the demon race appear in the East Sea Kingdom?"

The young man at the side reminded: "This place is not considered the East Sea Kingdom yet. It is considered the East Sea Kingdom only after you leave the town."

The boy nodded and said, "Okay."

The two men grinned and said, "Even in the East Sea Country, it would be easy to kill a mere second-level cultivator like you."

Xu Zhian's face was solemn as he asked, "One last question, why did you want to kill me? Was it arranged by that demon woman?"

The ugly man did not answer the young man's words. He raised his hand and a fist transformed from black mist hit Xu Zhian.

The young man did not dare to be careless. He swung the black sword in his hand. The sword light collided with the misty fist and collapsed and dissipated in an instant.

Xu Zhian swung out several more black sword strikes, and the fist shadow was finally dispersed.

The young boy looked at the ugly man who was looking at him with a mocking expression, as if he was being played by a monkey, and he was extremely disdainful.

"They say that pure sword cultivators are very powerful and can become the strongest in their class. But I think you look like a monkey whose breasts haven't been squeezed yet. You are so vulnerable."

Xu Zhian held the black sword tightly with a frown on his face. He could not help but think of what the old Taoist said before, and he whispered softly: "A swordsman is fearless and will not stop until he dies."

The young man held the sword across his chest, and suddenly his spiritual power rushed towards the black sword frantically. The young man took a step forward and swung the sword. A white sword light, like lightning, instantly attacked the ugly man.

The young man next to him saw this and nodded.

When the ugly man saw the young man's sword, he put away his contempt, and suddenly a demonic aura filled him, and he threw a fist more solid than before to meet the young man's sword.

With a loud bang, Xu Zhian took several steps back, but the man did not move at all.

Xu Zhian thought to himself: "He is indeed very strong!"

The person in front of him was definitely much stronger than Zhang Yuanshan before. Although they were both cultivators in the Qiaoxue realm, this person left him with no chance of winning at all.

At this moment, the man suddenly disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was within three steps of the young man. Xu Zhian hurriedly stepped back and slashed with a sword. The sword light fell on the ugly man's gloves, but did not cause any substantial damage. Instead, the man punched Xu Zhian in the abdomen, causing Xu Zhian to slide several feet away.

"Finish it, kid!"

The man approached again, and just when his fist was about to hit the boy, a black sword suddenly came around to the left side of the man and swung down. The man was startled and quickly withdrew his hand to block the black sword.

In a flash, Xu Zhian used his palm as a sword and chopped the man down in an instant. The ugly man was knocked back dozens of feet, his face filled with shock!

Even the young man in tattered robes beside him was shocked by this scene. He said with an unexpected expression: "Not simple!"

Xu Zhian's face was pale and he was breathing slightly. At this time, a black sword flew in front of the young man, like a guard, with the sword light flickering.

The ugly man looked at his tattered robe and said, "Boy, you actually have a flying sword? It seems that you are not simple!"

Xu Zhian held the black sword and said, "I will definitely go to Demon Spirit Mountain!"

The ugly man sneered: "Yes, I can take you there today!"

After saying that, he attacked the boy again. This time, Xu Zhian closed his eyes, and as his spiritual power surged, a black sword several dozen feet long appeared out of thin air. Xu Zhian swung it vigorously, chanting, "Giant Sword Technique!"

Instantly, a sword shadow fell from the sky and slashed towards the ugly man below. Seeing this, the man frowned, and his demonic aura transformed into several shields to block the giant sword. After three bangs, the giant sword dissipated.

"Qingwu, be careful!"

At this time, the young man held the black sword and chopped it down. When the ugly man saw it, it was already too late. After a flash of sword light, the man named Qing Wu flew backwards dozens of feet, and a sword mark deep enough to see the bone extended from his chest to his abdomen.

The other man saw this and said angrily, "Damn it!"

After saying that, he rushed towards the young man. When he was seven or eight steps away from Xu Zhian, he was punched and flew dozens of feet away. At this time, a voice rang in the man's ears.

"You can fight alone, but you can't bully the minority with numbers!" said the shabby young man who had been watching the excitement for a long time.

The man narrowed his eyes, stared at the boy and sneered, "Pretending to be mysterious!"

After he finished speaking, demonic energy suddenly surged into the sky, and the shadow of a green bull with huge star-like eyes instantly appeared. Its huge body was as big as a hill, and it raised its hand and stepped towards the young man.

The young man curled his lips and smiled, his figure disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, his two fingers were only half an inch away from the man's throat.

The man was sweating profusely, and the shadow of the green bull in the air instantly dissipated. The young man said calmly, "Go back and tell the Green Armor Demon King that his descendants are really bad! Also, I drank a pot of wine from this kid, so I owe him a favor. He was going to use your inner elixir to make wine, but I felt sorry for you, so I persuaded him with kind words and told him that doing so would harm the harmony of nature. Only then did he agree to let you go, so you should thank me."

The man swallowed and nodded, "Thank you, senior!"

The young man said calmly: "Don't just talk, hand over all the mountain ghost money you have!"

The man nodded quickly, took out a brocade bag from his waist and handed it to the young man, saying, "It's all here, senior!"

The young man took the brocade bag, weighed it and asked, "Why is there so little?"

The man said with a sad face: "This is all we were given."

The young man shook his head and retracted his finger. He walked to the ugly man and asked, "Do you want to die or live?"

The ugly man panted slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

The young man smiled and said, "If you give me the mountain ghost money, I will tell you. If you don't give it to me, I will use your inner elixir to make wine. It's your choice."

The ugly man's mouth twitched and he cursed in his heart: "Is there any choice?"

Then he reluctantly took out a brocade bag and handed it to the young man in front of him, saying, "It's all here!"

The young man took it and weighed it. It was about the same as the previous bag, so he said to the ugly man, "Go back and tell the Green Armor Demon King that the boy is my friend, Lin Jianyi. He is a very good friend. If you want to kill him, you must bring enough money, three hundred mountain ghost coins, or three enlightenment coins!"

When the ugly man heard about the three enlightenment coins, he shuddered and said, "I...I will tell the demon king."

The young man put away the brocade bag and walked to the boy's side and said, "It's done."

Xu Zhian panted heavily, his face pale as he asked, "What did you say?"

The young man said with disdain, "I lied to them and said that the great swordsman from a few days ago was your elder and that if I killed you, the entire Monster Spirit Mountain would be transformed into inner elixirs. Then they believed it and said that we were blind and so on."

Xu Zhian was surprised. This is possible! However, when he saw the two demon men smiling bitterly when they saw him, the boy believed it a little.

"Thank you!"

Xu Zhian put away the black sword and limped towards the town. At this time, two men suddenly came up to the young man and said, "Senior, we don't have the money to go back. What do you think?"

The young man said coldly, "It has nothing to do with me that you don't have money for the trip! Isn't there a town ahead? Go there and earn your own money!"

After saying that, the young man hurriedly chased after the boy in the distance.

The two demon men were left at a loss, with nothing to cry for. The ugly man quickly swallowed two black pills, with a bitter smile on his face, and could only say: Not only did he lose the wife, but he also lost his soldiers.

The young man caught up with the boy and shouted, "Xu Zhian, do you have any more of that wine? Give me another jar."

Xu Zhian glanced at the somewhat dirty young man and said, "You didn't seem to have so much to say before?"

The young man smiled faintly and said, "When you meet a bosom friend, a thousand cups are not enough; when you are at odds with each other, a single word is too much. We are bosom friends in drinking."

Xu Zhian did not answer the young man, but asked as he walked: "Have you ever met a confidant who doesn't want to tell others his name?"

The young man smiled calmly: "We are both wild cranes in the world, so why bother asking each other's names when we meet. Wine is friends, and friends are the world."

The young man stopped and looked at the young man with an indifferent face and said, "I haven't read much, and I don't know any great principles, but I just think what you said makes sense, so I will acknowledge you as my friend for the time being. As for friends, I will provide you with enough wine!"

The young man was stunned when he heard the boy's words. It was as if he was begging him to be his friend. It seemed that he had never been so humble before. Well, it was the first time! But for the sake of the wine, he just admitted it once.

After that, the sky and sea began to dim, and the upper dantian and middle dantian dimmed. The spiritual energy entered the body, guided by the jade plate following the purple energy. After passing through the three dantians, it circulated throughout the body and finally merged into the lower dantian. At this time, the spiritual energy was no longer milky white, but light purple.

The old man glanced at the young man's Dantian behind him and said with some envy: "What a lucky little guy, you will know the infinite benefits of this fruit in the future."

The old man turned his head and waved his hand, saying, "Boy, you owe me a huge favor. I hope you can repay me before the world falls into chaos again. Go back now."