The atmosphere became a little weird because of the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared.

The uninvited guest seemed to have not noticed the abnormality, and looked at the counters everywhere, slowly said: "Owner, if I read it correctly, are you going to sell these exhibits?"

Before the poster Cang Yun answered, the middle-aged man's voice rose a little further: "I have bought it with you before, but I remember your reply to me is that these are non-sale products, and they don't sell them at any cost. Why do you want to sell them in a blink of an eye when a group of people come to buy them? Do you look down on me or my money?"

The two Blood Cloud Hall envoys on the side were puzzled at first. When they heard the other party’s purpose, they immediately snorted coldly, gave a warning look at the owner of Cangyun Tower, and signaled: "You can do it yourself."

The owner of Cangyun Tower felt cold in his heart and said with a tough forehead: "These two guests have paid a lot of money, and I won't have to worry about the rest of my life, so..."

The middle-aged man looked dark and raised his hand to slapped his hand on the display cabinet beside him, saying, "I don't like to listen to you if you say this! In this way, how much money they pay, I will sell all these exhibits to me." He turned to the two and waved his hand like a flies, "There is no longer your business here, so go back and forth."

"What are you..." A messenger of Blood Cloud Hall was disdainful and just sneered, and he was slapped heavily in the face.

The middle-aged man turned into a whirlwind, approaching the two of them like lightning, like ghosts and charms. They could not avoid them at all. After a series of crisp slaps, the two pressure exercising people who were just arrogant were already covered in blood and fell to the ground.

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his hand: "I'm not a big deal, but I seem to be a little stronger than you." The more leisurely he was at this time, the more the two messengers of the Blood Cloud Hall became.

One of them spit out a bit of broken teeth and struggled to take out a token. The card was engraved with the same blood-colored cloud as on their robes. "Look at this token clearly, I advise you not to feel uncomfortable!"

"Snow Cloud Hall?" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes slightly, and then he was shocked: "Are you people from Xueyun Hall?"

The man was very proud this time: "That's right! You finally..." Before the word "fear" could be heard, he was dizzy by a sudden punch, his eyes were filled with stars, and half of his cheeks were sunken.

"I'm fighting with Blood Cloud Hall!"

The middle-aged man seemed to have a deep hatred with Xueyuntang. He exerted his palms like the wind, and every punch was hitting them to death.

The two of them were soon dying. When they were supporting each other and running for life, one of them suddenly stared at the middle-aged man and exclaimed: "It's you... I recognize you! You are the murderer who killed the Blood Hand!"

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and was silent for a while. He raised his hand and took off the human skin mask on his face, revealing a pretty young face.

In order to prevent being recognized by the Xueyun Hall, he made a special trip to ask Nangong Fei to help cover up the branding breath in his body. Even when he just started, he tried his best not to use his spiritual power, but he did not expect that the branding was really strange. With Nangong Fei's methods, he could only cover up such a short time...

The middle-aged man should now call him "Ye Shuo", and his thoughts are turning rapidly. Since his identity has been exposed, these two people cannot let go...

"Go ahead, kill him!"

Ye Shuo was still in vain, and two messengers of the Blood Cloud Hall were already shouting and rushing up. But one of them just made a fake move, took half a step, and immediately turned around and ran out desperately.

At first, Ye Shuo was also stunned by this strange behavior, but soon, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is quite interesting. It seems that these two people also know that they are not their opponents, so one of them lures the enemy and lets the other go back to report the news... But after all, it is just a struggle of an ant.

The messenger of the Blood Cloud Hall who left behind was like crazy, and he chased and attacked him for a long time. Ye Shuo was unable to withstand his long-term use. He waved his arms to hold his attack, and his other palm wrapped his spiritual power and slapped his sky spirit cover hard, making his head bloom on the spot. But after just this moment of delay, the other person who escaped had already gone far.

Ye Shuo was calm and flipped his hands to pull out the dark Han Liu light and threw it far away in the direction of the man's escape. The owner of Cangyun Tower only heard a scream and saw a figure falling down in front of him. The sword passed through his chest and was so angry that he was on the spot.

Nangong Fei also walked out of the darkness at this time, slowly stepped beside Ye Shuo, looking at the two corpses on the ground, still looking calm.

Although they were fine, the two of them were also afraid of witnessing this shocking change. Looking here, there, there, the already white face was even more disgusting, and they said with heartache: "Mr. Ye, I asked you to drive them away for me before, but I didn't let you kill them! This...what should I do now..."

Ye Shuo casually drew out his long sword, wiped the blood on the body, and said lightly: "My identity has been exposed, I have to do this." Seeing that the owner of Cangyun Tower was in chaos, he thought that he had indeed implicated him, so he comforted patiently: "If Xueyun Hall wants to pursue it, you can only describe me as a strange messenger according to the previous plan. I think they will not do anything to you."

The face of the owner Cangyun Tower was still not very good: "Then this corpse... can only be buried secretly. I hope it will be hidden for as long as possible." When he stepped forward and flipped over the corpse, he still sighed: "Oh, how could it be like this..."

Looking at the owner Cangyun Tower who was working hard to dig a pit, Ye Shuo's expression gradually became serious. He knew in his heart that he might not be able to hide it for long.

***

In the middle of the spiritual continent, the sword kiln sect.

The ornate hall and the tall throne all declare majesty and grandeur.

Unlike ordinary palaces, any decorations here are carved with various sword-shaped patterns, and even the throne's hand is in the shape of a sword hilt, which shows that the owner of this palace is obsessed with swords.

At this time, the person sitting upright on the throne was a burly middle-aged man, holding a sword in his hand, looking over and over again.

"This is the legendary Manjushri Sword... It's really a skillful craft!" The middle-aged man kept murmuring to himself, and a pure intoxication flashed in his eyes, as if he saw his beloved lover.

Until a disciple walked to him and whispered: "Sect Master, the young sect master has arrived." The middle-aged man woke up like a dream and nodded, "Let him come in."

The disciples on both sides retreated one after another, and at this time they quickly walked in was a young man with a bright spirit. He was wearing a loose long gown, a thin coat on his shoulders, and the front was casually open. His sleeves swayed lightly alongside his side, making him feel relaxed and graceful.

The young man had just entered the hall and saw the middle-aged man holding the Manjushri sword from afar and couldn't put it down, so he complained loudly: "I said, Dad, when will your collection habit be changed? There are so many swords in the world, even if you collect them for a lifetime, you will not be able to collect them!"

The middle-aged man was the sect leader of the Jianyao Sect. His real name was long abandoned. When he was young, he called himself the "Sect leader of the Jianyao Sect" and determined to gather all the swords of the world. Later, his strength increased, so he created the Jianyao Sect and became his veritable "sect leader". However, outsiders often call him "sword fool" when they mentioned it behind their backs.

"This time is different. Fei'er, come here." The leader of Jianyao smiled and waved to the boy.

"I have been so crazy about my father that I have loved swords all my life. I have never thought about my friendship with other fellow practitioners in the past. Therefore, our sword kiln sect has always been alone. It can be said that it is not a force in both good and evil..."

The leader of Jianyao couldn't stop talking as soon as he spoke. The young man Ren Jianfei listened with a bitter face. He didn't know why his father suddenly told him about the history of Jianyao sect, but he only had one idea in his mind. As long as his father became serious, there would be no good things. Maybe some famous swords were unearthed somewhere, and his father planned to send him to pick them up.

"Oh..." said the Sect Master of Jianyao, and suddenly sighed silently, "This has led to the fact that when there is something to ask for, I can't find any way. Fortunately, I got this Manjushri Sword this time. As long as I present it to Jiuyou Palace in exchange for a recommended place, you will have the opportunity to participate in the Tiangong Gate assessment!"

Ren Jianfei initially responded a few words without any problems, suddenly came to his senses and immediately wailed: "Dad, I don't want to enter the Heavenly Palace Gate! I also have to compete with those peerless geniuses and intrigues, I will definitely not be able to compete with others..."

"You must enter!" The Sect Master of Jianyao interrupted him, "Only when you enter the Heavenly Palace Gate, your status can be improved. Only when your status is improved and more wealth can I have the opportunity to collect more swords..."

Immersed in fantasy, regardless of the face of my son beside me, and I could twist out the water. After a while, I seemed to have thought of something again, "By the way, you can go with me this time to escort the gift, and by the way, I can also get familiar with the Holy Envoy."

Ren Jianfei put his hands behind his head, and stepped back and forth in front of the throne, his disdainful expression was deliberately amplified: "Dad, you said you wanted to rely on your relationship. I thought you had a friendship with the palace master. We should please those Jiuyou Holy Envoys! Even if they promised to help, do you think they really have the right to open the quota?"

The Sect Master of Jianyao directly ignored his complaints and waved his hand and said, "Look at what you said, with your father's ability, how could you know the Palace Master?"

Ren Jianfei's wailing voice was blocked in the closed hall. The Sect Master of Jian Kiln completely ignored his objection and had already started preparing the gift list on his own.

The Tiangong Gate assessment is approaching, and the spiritual continent is in full swing, and all forces are working hard to plan for the recommended quota.

This also includes Blood Cloud Hall.

In the secret room, a figure was showing off his skills, sometimes jumping in the air, with colorful fists. The subordinates on both sides did not dare to shine and retreat.

The figure attacked continuously and rushed forward. Each punch could break a person's muscles and bones. Finally, his hands gathered a ball of spiritual power, and his body turned rapidly, causing a whirlwind to roll all the subordinates who were still standing in the air and fell heavily to the ground.

"The young master is very skilled in martial arts, and we are willing to give in to the disadvantage..." A subordinate hurriedly asked for mercy.

The young man in the gorgeous clothes in the battle formation had no intention of giving up and snorted coldly: "This is not going to work? I haven't had enough fun yet, come again!" He raised his hands, and the darts were already buckled between his ten fingers. In the desperate eyes of his subordinates, he jumped up, and the darts shot from all directions with spiritual power.

But the blood light he expected had not appeared yet, and only a few jingles were heard. Each dart was knocked down one by one by one with a small hidden weapon, and neatly nailed it on the ground into two rows.

"It's just practicing martial arts, there's no need to hurt innocent people, right?"

The subordinates survived death and hurriedly stood up and retreated to the base of the wall.

Sikong Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, and his bloodthirsty gaze instantly aroused, looking coldly at Huangfu Li who was leaning in front of the door: "Do you still have time to care about others? Why, is the injury healed?"

Huangfu Li ignored the murderous intent in his eyes and said lightly: "I just came to tell the young master that the person who went to Cangyun Building to collect the exhibits had been killed. I personally checked the spiritual power fluctuations left on the corpse, which was the hand of Ye Shuo. So the master originally prepared for you, the ceremony used to open joints during the preliminary election of Jiuyou Palace, was gone."

When Sikong Sheng heard this, he was furious and punched him heavily on the wall: "It's outrageous! If we don't provoke him, he will dare to provoke us! No, I'll go and deal with him myself!" He was angry and wanted to break out of the door, and suddenly an arm crossed in front of him.

"The master of the hall has given instructions to let the young master stay in the hall to practice qigong before the assessment and not go anywhere. The young master should listen to the master's instructions."

Sikong Sheng snorted coldly and glanced at him disdainfully: "What should I do? Go?"

Huangfu Li still had a expressionless face: "The third master has gone there personally. He is a powerful person in Tongtian Realm and can definitely keep him safe."

When Sikong Sheng heard this, a hint of joy appeared on his face. He thought that the third master of the hall would have to be instructed by the master. To deal with Ye Shuo, he actually needed to dispatch a powerful man in Tongtian realm, and he couldn't help but feel secretly shocked.

On the other hand, Ye Shuo and Nangong Fei, who knew nothing about the approaching murderous intent, were strolling on the way back.

The two of them laughed casually, and the atmosphere was pleasant. At this moment, a strong wind suddenly rushed from behind, turned to the two of them like lightning, and a palm fell heavily on Ye Shuo's chest.

This blow was powerful enough, and Ye Shuo's figure flew backwards almost without any suspense, like a kite with a broken string. Blood gushed out of his mouth, dragging a crooked blood line in the air.

The powerful force turned into a human form and stood firm in front of the two of them. They were sturdy and like an iron tower. The heavy spiritual power lingered beside him, and the pressure from the outside was enough to make people breathe.

Ye Shuo, who had just fallen into a stable shape, held his chest hard. He could feel that under this blow, he had broken several ribs. If his body was not stronger than ordinary people, he would probably not be able to save his life now. But even so, he could still feel a violent surge of qi and blood, and his internal organs seemed to be vomiting out of his mouth.

"…There are people coming to Blood Cloud Hall?"
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