"It turns out that there is not only Wang Jingmeng in the Bashan Sword Field, but also Yan Xinlan and Lin Zhuijiu." The old woman squinted her eyes and smiled.

She smiled peacefully, just like the satisfied and gentle smile of an old woman lazily lying on a lounge chair with blankets in winter.

Ye Xinhe's expression was faint. He was originally an extremely proud young man, but after seeing Wang Jingmeng, teacher Lu and others' attacks, his previous pride became much weaker.

So at this moment, he heard the old woman's words, but he didn't respond, but thought in his heart that there were more than those people in Bashan Sword Field.

"Do you eat chestnuts?"

The old woman was still smiling peacefully and asked him at the same time.

Ye Xinhe shook her head and said, "Don't eat."

The old woman said with a pity: "My chestnuts are really delicious... Also, why do you think I have a problem?"

"Because your chestnuts are really fragrant, you just don't buy them. This only shows one problem. You don't really want to do business." Ye Xinhe said.

"Young people are really getting better and better nowadays, so I won't do business anymore, I'll leave."

The old woman muttered, and she started packing things like an old woman who was really not allowed to close her stall, and she didn't even look at Ye Xinhe.

However, at this moment, murderous intent suddenly emerged in this calm alley.

The girl sitting beside her smashed two candy cakes in her hand towards him. At the same time, a small sword flashing with cold light appeared in each of her hands.

Although this girl is not good-looking, she looks only five or six years old at most. It is natural that a child like her suddenly appears two small swords in her hand, which makes people feel very strange and inexplicably terrifying.

However, the real killing sword did not come from the hands of this girl.

There was a beggar lying on the ground in the corner of the wall behind Ye Xinhe.

There was a broken bowl next to the beggar, with half a cold and hard millet ball. There were sores on his body and knees. He was exposed at this time, and it seemed that basking in the sun like this would make him feel more comfortable.

No one would have thought that such a dying beggar would suddenly turn into an assassin, especially when the old woman had already shown her hideousness.

From beginning to end, the beggar who buried his face in the shadow did not have any true energy fluctuations, and even his eyes were still closed. However, at this moment, his movements were extremely agile.

A poisonous snake-like sword light shot out from his left sleeve and fell straight towards Ye Xinhe's vest. But at the same time, the beggar's lips slightly opened, and a smaller flying needle was spit out, quietly falling behind Ye Xinhe's head.

The old woman still looked at it with a smile. She knew that few people in Changling, especially young practitioners, could block such as the assassination.

However, what surprised her was that Ye Xinhe still looked at her and the girl beside her. The sword light in his hand suddenly rose but did not move forward. His sword light easily swept the soundless flying needle backward, and then suddenly went down. When the poisonous snake-like sword light had touched his clothes, his sword light pulled out a large sword flower in the air and landed on the beggar's wrist.

His sword grew one foot longer than the beggar's sword and one minute faster.

The beggar's hand was broken with his wrist.

With a muffled groan, the beggar swept back and disappeared in an instant.

The girl was holding a small sword with a cold light in each hand, but from the beginning to the end, when the beggar's hand fell to the ground with the sword, she still did not take action.

The old woman was still smiling.

She didn't even look at the beggar, nor did she plan to attack Ye Xinhe.

She just looked at Ye Xinhe curiously at this time, and then clicked the girl holding the sword, saying, "How do you know that she will not really take action, and how do you know that the real sword killing comes from this beggar?"

"She is big and big, and looks like a girl, she should be a dwarf. As an assassin, she is too obvious." Ye Xinhe looked at her and responded faintly: "As for the beggar, even if he looks exactly the same as the real beggar, if the real beggar is really hungry, she will not smell the fragrance of your chestnuts here and beg for no reason, and suffer here."

"This is the real mistake."

The old woman was slightly stunned, a little surprised, and then relieved, "I have suffered from the real taste of hunger. If I am really hungry, the more I smell this fragrance, the more I can't stand it."

Ye Xinhe frowned slightly.

He didn't know who the old woman was, but the more the old woman was so calm after seeing him, the more dangerous it made him feel.

"Let's go."

However, the old woman smiled at the girl and then began to close the stall.

Ye Xinhe looked at her as if nothing had happened, and her brows frowned a little deeper.

The old woman was naturally with the assassin who had just attacked him. Even her words just now made him feel that the old woman was the planner of these assassins.

"You still want to keep it here?"

But the old woman smiled at him instead and said, "Do you still have to wait for the people from the Shendujian to come and ask you to go back and check it out?"

Ye Xinhe glanced at her and said, "You want to leave first."

The old woman's smile became stronger. She looked at Ye Xinhe and said seriously: "Looking at Changling, there are so few young people like you who are meticulous and so cautious. If you have the chance, I think you can join us."

Ye Xinhe felt that there was no need to respond to this statement, so he just glanced at the old woman indifferently and said nothing.

"The fragrance of osmanthus, chestnut fragrance, is it the fragrance of osmanthus or chestnut fragrance..."

But the old woman put away the stall and carried the load. The sound of her singing but not singing was heard from a distance with some jokes.

Ye Xinhe looked at her back, but her brows suddenly became deeply frowning.

Beyond these two scents, he smelled a faint fragrance.
Chapter completed!