Two flowers bloomed, each with a branch.
At the same time, thousands of miles away in Bingzhou's Louyue County, an old man with white hair stood at the city gate that had been closed for a long time. Although he had a head full of gray hair, his eyes were bright and his spirit was hale and hearty. He wore a maroon long gown with a well-tailored grey undershirt. On his feet was a pair of jade shoes with the soles stained with mud from a long journey.
At first glance, one would think that he was an old man who had come to visit relatives and friends. However, upon closer inspection, although he was old, he looked like a traveler who had missed a place to stay.
He wanted to call for the city gate to open, but when he looked up, he saw that the guards on top of the city wall were dozing off. He gave up on the idea and leaped high into the air. Then, he stepped on the middle section of the city wall and walked up in a natural manner, leaping over roofs and walls as if he was walking on flat ground.
He silently crossed the wall and saw a row of osmanthus trees in the city, extending to the end of the street.
The old man smiled and muttered to himself, "This county is not famous, but the osmanthus flowers are natural."
He landed on the first tree as if he was weightless. The branches only sunk a little before supporting him.
The fragrance of the osmanthus entered his nose. It was truly refreshing, and he could not help but sigh softly, "Why is there a need for light green and deep red?
He leaped from one tree to another, his expression indescribably happy.
He might have followed it down, but he stopped. He did not know how many trees he was on, but he stopped anyway. After all, he had reached his destination.
From afar, he could see the gilded signboard of Lonely Moon Inn hanging high above. There was nothing special about it. However, the words were quite strong and the strokes were strong.
From the layout, Lonely Moon Inn's location embraced the Yin and retreated the Yang. If a Fengshui Master were to take a look, he would definitely shake his head. It was inevitable that he would lose money doing business here.
"It's really not beautiful! I don't care if you are willing to be a gentleman on the beam, but my osmanthus trees are not planted for you to step on. "
A voice came from the window of the second last floor. As soon as the voice landed, the window suddenly opened and a purple light shot out without warning.
"My apologies." In the face of the fierce purple light, the old man did not panic. He smiled faintly and formed a sword with his fingers. With a light slash, the purple light disappeared.
The window was wide open, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful face. However, he was a man, and everyone knew that his name was Yan Shiyi.
"How unfortunate! He originally thought that the person who came was an 'old frivolous man', but he refused to obediently accept his death. He was really too frivolous. It's just that you've already entered the twilight, and your life is decaying. Occasionally, I will also abide by the custom of 'respecting the old and loving the young'. I only hope that you can show the 'demeanor' that you should have at your age so that I won't have to bear the consequences of another life. "
The old man smiled faintly and said, "Your description is really appropriate. This old man is just as you expected, a passing gentleman whose life is decaying. But hearing you mention my age, this old man was not uglier than you when I was young, and I was very competitive. Being criticized from head to toe, it is inevitable that I will seek justice. Although I'm old now, I can't help but recall the high spirits of that time. It's not a bad thing to occasionally relive it. "
"How unfortunate!" Yan Shiyi said unhappily. "Are you still going to humiliate yourself after I've said so much?"
The old man smiled faintly and said, "I only hope that you are as confident as you say. Take three moves from this old man and I will spare your life."
The spies sent by the major forces to monitor the Lonely Moon Tower did not know where the three moves took place, but they knew that both sides were unharmed. Before the old man left, he said, "The Best Saber in the World."
…
Four first-grade martial artists besieged one person. Unless the person was a Cultivator, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.
Yan Zhaoyang had been in a series of fierce battles tonight, and his stamina and vitality had been greatly depleted. However, even though he had fought against three first rank martial artists without being defeated, and was able to fight for the title of number one expert under the Asura List, he was still unable to avoid defeat and death.
This was something he was very clear about.
He suddenly turned around and used the Dragon Soul Spear to sweep back, forcing the four to retreat. His eyes were blazing red.
Ruan Tianhe had a deep impression of this and exclaimed, "It's that sorcery again. Stop him!"
But it was too late. A blood-colored iris extended from Yan Chaoyang's feet. This time, it was more complete, forming a strange eyeball. It was as if a blood-red hole had split open on the ground, and Yan Chaoyang was at the center. The place where he stood was the most blood-colored, just like a blood-colored pupil.
The transformation of the blood-colored iris into a blood-colored pupil was unexpected by the four first-grade martial artists. They had thought that Yan Chaoyang was putting up a last-ditch struggle to buy a little more time. But it seemed that was not the case.
"I have a bad feeling about this!" Jiang Changtian said with a frown.
Ruan Tianhe glared at Shen Liuyun and said, "If you hadn't bought time, how would things have turned out like this?"
"Don't make excuses for your incompetence. Isn't it ugly?" Shen Liuyun said calmly, though he was shocked.
While they were talking, Yan Chaoyang let out a low growl. The blood-colored pupil under his feet seemed to come alive and actually moved slightly. It was so strange that it made one's hair stand on end.
At the same time, Yan Chaoyang's body emitted a scalp-numbing aura. It extended endlessly and evolved into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Countless cries and screams converged into a tragic symphony. It was as if Asura had descended into the world of mortals. And in the center of the bloody prison, Yan Chaoyang was like the Asura Demon King.
The four suddenly felt agitated. They knew that this was the other party's real name.
"What is he doing?" Jiang Changtian asked doubtfully.
What was the point of revealing his real name at this time? Even though he looked imposing, he couldn't hurt anyone. They weren't greenhorns who had just started cultivating. Why would they reveal their real names to fight him?
"Look at his feet!" Li Yong suddenly said.
The other three looked over and saw that the eyeball was constantly moving. A cyclone was forming within it, engulfing the endless mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
"He's devouring the real name!" Shen Liuyun's face darkened.
Ruan Tianhe's face turned pale. He said in disbelief, "How is this possible? I've only heard of the backlash of a real name. Who can devour a real name on their own initiative? I've never heard of such a technique! "
Even though it was impossible, in the time it took to say two sentences, the real name had been completely devoured and fused into the blood-colored pupil.
"It's too late. Stop him with everything you've got!"
Shen Liuyun's eyes were sharp. She suddenly leaped high into the air and pushed out with her slender palm. It didn't look like anything special, but with a slight shake, one could sense the hidden force behind it. It split into palm silhouettes. Like a sudden gust of wind, thousands of flowers fell. The incomparably complex palm silhouettes interweaved with each other. Her posture was as graceful and elegant as ever, as if she was dancing, yet as sharp as a sword.
Yan Zhaoyang suddenly raised his eyes. The black pupils in his eyes had already turned completely blood-red. With just a glare, there was a strong and vigorous aura. It was like the lonely beauty before the sun rose and welcomed the light.
Boom!
The blood-colored pupil suddenly opened. Like the beating of a giant's heart, an earth-shattering sound rang out.
The thousands of palm silhouettes that were as sharp as swords vanished in an instant. Shen Liuyun and the other three first-grade martial artists who were preparing their moves were sent flying by an invisible force.
Ruan Tianhe, who was already seriously injured, couldn't withstand the impact. His consciousness went black and he fainted on the spot.
Jiang Changtian spat out two mouthfuls of blood. The blood was bright red. It was obvious that his internal organs had suffered a violent impact. His expression became dispirited. He sat on the edge of the crater, unable to continue.
Li Yong fared slightly better. He staggered a few steps back before regaining his balance. His face was pale and his chest was heaving slightly. His eyes were filled with malice and killing intent.
Shen Liuyun landed steadily. Her breathing was a little erratic, but she was fine.
"What the hell is this thing?" Jiang Changtian was indignant and angry.
The killing intent in Yan Chaoyang's eyes surged. He drew his spear and charged forward.
"Keke!" Li Yong laughed coldly. "He can't hold out for long in this state. Watch me beat you back to your original form! "
He brandished his Curved Serpent Sword and charged forward again. His movements were nimble. He didn't confront Yan Chaoyang head-on. Instead, he attacked from tricky angles in an attempt to exhaust Yan Chaoyang's stamina.
That was his plan, so he naturally acted accordingly.
But he forgot one thing: One man with strength can defeat ten men with skill.
No matter how nimble his movements were, there would always be a limit.
The current Yan Chaoyang was like a demon king descending from the heavens. His movements were incomparable to his original speed.
Thus, in a single exchange, Li Yong was sent flying. If not for his quick reaction, the Dragon Soul Spear would have pierced through his heart.
"Damn it!" Li Yong spat out a mouthful of blood. He gritted his teeth and his face was filled with madness.
Yan Chaoyang didn't care about his feelings. The best way to protect someone was to kill everyone who posed a threat.
Shen Liuyun was about to step forward when he heard an indifferent voice. "Stand down!"
Jiang Changtian looked in the direction of the voice and was overjoyed. "Supervisor!"
There were two experts on the Asura List in the academy. One was Supervisor Qu Youfeng, and the other was Mountain Master Zhang Dashan.
Qu Youfeng's appearance undoubtedly gave everyone a reassuring pill.
After he appeared, Yan Chaoyang frowned slightly, but he had no intention of retreating.
Qu Youfeng leaped into the deep pit and stood several feet in front of Yan Chaoyang. He said expressionlessly, "Yanshan Robber has already caused great losses to Dynasty. If you stop now, I can promise you a position as an inner court instructor."
The Dragon Soul Spear pointed straight at him. His meaning was obvious. For Yan Zhaoyang, who was a man of few words, this was the strongest and most powerful response.
"I'll count to ten. After I'm done, I hope you'll change your mind. One … "
"Two …" Qu Youfeng suddenly clasped his hands together. As soon as he said 'two', he charged forward.
A very stupid man indeed wouldn't count to more than three.
Even though Yan Li hadn't mentioned it to Yan Chaoyang, he didn't let his guard down. However, despite his intense concentration, the violent aura unique to a cultivator still made his breathing stagnate.
Qu Youfeng didn't have a saber in his hand, but a terrifying sharpness swept past Yan Chaoyang in an instant.
Before the Dragon Soul Spear could even move, the blood-red pupils beneath his feet suddenly distorted and shattered, turning into ashes.
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