The horse's hooves ride the west wind and tread the tranquility. The road turns to the mountain, and suddenly the mighty outline of Yunmeng Daze, the Xiong Town of Baqiu City, suddenly appeared in front of you.

But in the road ahead, a tall old man quietly stood on the road.

Yu Zhi shouted loudly, reminding the man to give way.

The old man stood still as if he was deaf.

In desperation, Yu Zhi had to pull the horse's head urgently and planned to pass through his left.

Who would have thought that the old man quietly took a step right, and by chance, blocked Yu Zhi's way again.

The horse was like an arrow from the string, and it was brought closer in a flash.

It was too late to change directions, not to mention that Yu Zhi had already seen that this old man seemed to be coming for him.

She had to pull hard and slowed down the pace for the first time.

The front hooves of the horse that stood up were raised and fell from the old man's eyes, and the old man didn't even blink.

"Old sir, please give way, I have something to do!"

Even though he was anxious, Yu Zhi was still very polite, but he had already quietly accumulated his energy. If something was wrong, he would take the initiative immediately.

Although his mood has gradually calmed down over the past year, Yu Zhi is still the one who breaks the situation when it comes to breaking.

The old man looked at her and threw a light sentence, "Do you think you can save him if you go?"

Yu Zhi's heart suddenly jumped, and the long sword was instantly unsheathed, pointing at the old man, his voice slightly cold, "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is the person you want to save." The old man's expression was still unfathomable.

Yu Zhi didn't believe him at all, so he gently pulled the horse's head and walked slowly past the old man.

This time the old man did not stop him, just shook his head, "Can you avoid this game and the next game? If you violate your teacher's order, you will never be settled by Qiu Hou?"

Yu Zhi suddenly turned his head. This time he was truly shocked. How did this person know the relationship between Shi Sheng and the Four Saints?

But he still didn't let go, "What the hell are you talking about!"

The old man turned around and looked at Yu Zhi's face, "Since the left and right are dead, why don't you listen to the old Taoist priest's words?"

"Taoist? There is not even a Taoist robe." Yu Zhi subconsciously retorted, a whisk appeared quietly in the old man's hand. Yu Zhi looked at the face carefully, and the more he looked more familiar, a light of inspiration flashed in his mind, recalling the man he had seen at the sword crown competition of Xiling Sword Sect, and said in surprise: "You are Li..."

Li Zhichuan quickly raised an index finger and stood beside his mouth, and Yu Zhi also stopped talking tactfully.

"Are you worried that I am from Yunluo and I am uneasy?"

Li Zhichuan took the initiative to express Yu Zhi’s concerns, which made Yu Zhi nodded with a blushing face.

"Don't worry, although I prefer Yunluo, I have no prejudice against Shisheng and you. The most important thing is that I come only for the benefit."

The head of Zixiao Palace is very bachelor, and is not as hypocritical as the so-called leaders of the sects that Yu Zhi had seen before, and the tongue is brilliant.

This actually made Yu Zhi, who had experienced many vicissitudes, feel much more at ease.

Li Zhichuan waved the whisk, and the threads suddenly surged, covering the two of them.

"Time is urgent, long story short." Li Zhichuan took the whisk back into the small matter. "I want to know how he contacted his master on weekdays. When the end there, I want to ask you to bring him to see me."

"In exchange, I can find a way to make him survive. And escape those eyes."

After saying that, he looked at Yu Zhi calmly and waited for her decision.

Yu Zhi suddenly faced such a choice, and he was confused.

It was simple to think of whatever she wanted, just like she rushed to Baqiu City;

It is difficult to choose what to do from many possibilities.

But Yu Zhi only confirmed one thing: she wanted Shi Sheng to survive, and she still had many unfinished dreams waiting to be realized with him. She didn't want Shi Sheng to die now.

So, she handed the jade ring in her hand to Li Zhichuan.

"I don't know how they contacted each other, but he kept this jade ring with him, but he didn't take it with him this time, which might be useful."

Li Zhichuan stretched out his right hand and a pill was lying on his palm.

"Soul Recovery Pill", the vitality of taking it is cut off like silence, and the soul can be returned to it in seven days.

Just by listening to this effect, you will know how rare it is.

Li Zhichuan also spent a lot of money. He only had two pills left in his hand, but now there is only one pill left.

The whisk is put away again and becomes the most ordinary.

He looked at Yu Zhi who had taken the pill and waved the whip again, and looked at the jade ring in his hand, "I was so happy!"

There is a problem that has always troubled them, that is, how the Four Saints are connected with the Time Saint.

If this problem can be solved, the coordination between them and the parties will have a qualitative leap.

This is very important.

And the jade ring in his hand may be the solution at this moment.

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The wind blew, rolling up the fallen leaves, and together with the dark clouds that suddenly appeared above my head, adding a hint of sadness to this duel that was in the morning.

The corner of the clothes was flying, and Shi Sheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked at Yun Luo opposite him, "When I was a child, I was just a wanderer in a small mountain village, coming and going alone every day, taking care of flowers, plants, birds and beasts, and the stars above my head. I was very happy at that time."

Yun Luo listened quietly and recalled his childhood.

"Actually, if I had spent my whole life like that, I wouldn't feel sad or regretful."

"Later, my masters gave me the opportunity to walk out of that mountain valley. These must be no secret now."

Shi Sheng smiled, and Yun Luo also smiled.

A smile that is exactly the same has a completely different meaning.

However, if you can laugh, you must be able to cry.

Shi Sheng's face began to spread sadness, "I'm very grateful to them, if the story ends here."

Yun Luo confirmed his previous guess, but was not very happy.

No matter when, it is not a happy thing to be hurt.

He just thought about it, "What about her?"

Shi Sheng's face was even more sad. If there was some drizzle floating in the sky at this moment, it would be able to match that trace of desolation.

He raised his head, his eyes bright, "I just want the memories to stay at the best."

The flat ground outside the bridgeheads on both sides was filled with onlookers.

At this moment, some people were not interested in watching the fun, and started yelling, why didn’t they start yet?

Pei Zhen and others glared at each other, but had no goal in the crowd.

Shi Sheng suddenly laughed, "They are urging us."

Yun Luo also smiled, "What they want is liveliness. As for the price of this liveliness, it has nothing to do with him anyway."

At this moment, the two suddenly felt like they were actors on stage, performing a story for the audience around them. As for whether the story belongs to them or not, they didn't care about the tears and pain.

This is the silent majority and the noisy majority.

Shi Sheng took a deep breath, "I am very happy to be an enemy of you."

Yunluo shook his head, "You should be friends with me now. That's a happy thing."

"Friend? I really didn't expect that one day such words would appear in our mouths."

Shi Sheng smiled lonelyly, and a fiery red sword was held in his hand. Looking at Yun Luo, the sword shook, "Sword Cultivation Shi Sheng, please give me advice."

He gave up using Lihuo Sect's skills and treated this battle with his original intention and the identity of a sword cultivator.

As his thoughts moved, Yun Luo also held the Shanhe Sword in his hand and pulled a sword flower, "Sword cultivation Yun Luo, please give me advice."

A battle is coming with the bridge deck on both sides and the left and right railings.

The wind blows, rolling up the fallen leaves on the riverside.

The sword energy hits people, and the world is full of slaughter.

In Shi Sheng's hand, the long sword suddenly exhaled a majestic fiery red true energy, and a fire dragon rushed towards Yun Luo.

The dead leaves in the air were ignited instantly, which further encouraged the power of the fire dragon.

A burning sensation came to my face, and the air was filled with a scent of burnt smell.

Yun Luo looked calm and raised his sword flat, drawing a circle in the air. A snow-white sword energy connected to the end and end, rising into the air, like a solid shield blocking the whistling fire dragon in front of him.

Shi Sheng moved, and his long sword swung out in the wind, catching Yun Luo's throat.

Before the sword tip arrived, the sword energy had already shattered the west wind.

Yun Luo retreated continuously, but his right foot suddenly stepped on the edge of the bridge deck, which means he had no choice but to retreat!

But Shi Sheng's sword tip had already stabbed straight into his throat.

When there was no way to retreat, Yun Luo's body suddenly rushed upwards, avoiding the sharp edge.
To be continued...