The mountain breeze was blowing, and the night was dark.
On a moonless night, the star in the distant sky was the only light overhead.
The Martial Addict was still lying on the ground, with no intention of getting up.
He felt very bored, and he was not interested in doing anything. He even felt that getting up was very boring.
Where to go after getting up? To do what?
Therefore, even though Fang Yan had left for a long time, he was still lying in the same place. There were no mosquito bites, and no venomous snake attacks.
He had become one with the surrounding environment. He had become a stone or a tree. He had become a part of this world.
The surrounding insects suddenly disappeared, and the grass that was blown by the breeze no longer swayed.
Time stood still, and the whole world suddenly froze.
It was a feeling that made one's whole body tense, as if the hair on one's body was even more ironed on one's skin. It was sticky and uncomfortable.
The Martial Addict's eyes were slightly cold, but instantly became gentle again. He said, "Sit anywhere, I won't get up to entertain you."
A man in a black robe stood on a large rock not far away. After hearing the Martial Addict's words, he moved to the place where the Martial Addict was lying and sat down cross-legged.
He looked at the bored Martial Addict and asked in a low voice, "What? Do you want to cherish talent? "
"I promised you, and I've done it," the Martial Addict said impatiently. He didn't like the feeling of being seen through, even though it was always easy for others to see through him.
"You just did it," the man in the gray robe said. "I didn't do it."
"A young man who can solve my fairy's flower … a young man who can break my Crack Sword Array … it would be a lie to say that he doesn't care. This is a good seedling. "The Martial Addict sighed softly. "Why bother?"
"I saw it all." The man in the gray robe said, "Otherwise, with your real strength, how could he escape so easily? You are a man who would not easily retreat even when facing Azure Dragon, and it is not easy for him to defeat you, how could he be beaten by this kid for a long time … Martial Addict, you have no acting skills, you don't know how to act. "
"I have no acting skills, so I don't want to act," the Martial Addict said. "I told you, I won't kill him with my own hands. I'll just waste a portion of his strength …"
"If you don't kill him, he will still die because of you … What difference does it make?" the gray-robed man said. "You know he won't be able to leave Solitary Sword Mountain tonight. We can't let him leave Solitary Sword Mountain either. "
"Not necessarily," the Martial Addict said.
"Not necessarily?" The grey-robed man looked at the Martial Addict in surprise and said, "You have so much confidence in him?"
"He's a different kind of person. He's also a person who can always bring people surprises … I know some physiognomy. He's not a short-lived person."
"Even if you didn't consume too much of his physical strength … do you know who he's going to face today?"
"I don't know."
"Yama Palm Diabolo, Arhat Fist Withered Wood …"
"Those two lackeys with no integrity. We were born to be brothers … "
The grey-robed man was not angry, and said with a smile, "There is also an old friend of yours … Saber Monarch Luo Jin."
"Luo Jin?" The Martial Addict's expression froze. He smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't think you would even invite him. Luo Jin disappeared for twenty years, right? "
"No, twenty four years."
"Do you know where he went?"
"I do."
"Where did he go?"
"Nameless Mountain."
"Nameless Temple in Nameless Mountain?"
"Yes. He's in Nameless Temple in Nameless Mountain. "
"Why is he there?"
"Because he doesn't want to leave."
The Martial Addict suddenly sat up straight and said, "You gave him the saber manual?"
"Yes. I gave him the saber manual. "
"No wonder." The Martial Addict's eyes lit up and he said, "The Saber Manual of the Saber King Li Big Mouth can indeed make someone stay in a place and conceal their identity for twenty four years. It's definitely worth entrusting one's life to …"
"Beauty is given to beauties, sword is given to heroes … The Saber Manual should have been given to Luo Jin. Only he has the right to take it. "The grey-robed man said. "He's the best saber user in the Inner Jianghu."
The Martial Addict finally crawled up from the ground. He looked at the grey-robed man sitting cross-legged in front of him and said, "What do you want? Why did you gather so many experts to risk their lives for you? "
"For a wish."
"What wish?"
"You'll know in the future." The grey-robed man said. "Twenty years ago, you lost to the Azure Dragon and fell into the Martial Barrier. You traveled hundreds of miles to Nameless Mountain and asked me to guide you … I taught you a move. "
"Yes." The Martial Addict nodded. "You taught me the Fairy Flower Offering. From the Fairy Flower Offering, I comprehended three thousand and two hundred variations of martial arts and successfully broke through the barrier … "
"So you agreed to do three things for me."
"I've already done the first one for you today."
"There are two more." The grey-robed man said, "I don't want to be like this again."
"…"
"Continue to lie down." The grey-robed man said. "It's cool and refreshing here. I can enjoy the good times at the foot of the mountain … The show down there should be starting soon, right?"
"Why didn't you do it yourself?" The Martial Addict suddenly asked. "Why didn't you kill him yourself?"
"Because I promised someone to spare his life."
"Then why did you ask someone else to kill him?"
"I didn't promise to spare his life." The grey-robed man said something that was difficult to pronounce. The Martial Addict's IQ was low. It took him several times to understand the meaning of this sentence.
After the grey-robed man finished speaking, he stretched out his body and disappeared.
"The show should be starting soon." The Martial Addict muttered to himself. "What a pity, don't underestimate your enemy …"
…
…
Fang Yan was very angry, angry at the Snake Lord.
As a snake slave whose Snake Eye was controlled, you had to protect your master at all times. If your master wasn't safe, you wouldn't be able to keep your little life either …
Fang Yan originally thought that the Snake Lord was silently protecting him in a dark corner. Wasn't it the nature of a snake to take advantage of an unprepared person to bite him?
But now he was facing the Yama Palm Diabolo and the Arhat Fist Xiu Mu, and there was also the Sword Lord Luo Jin who was waiting for him and could strike at any time … At this time, Fang Yan needed help. He needed someone who could fight side by side with him, someone who he could trust his back with.
In front of Fang Yan stood the Sword Lord Luo Jin and the Arhat Fist Xiu Mu, and behind him stood the Yama Palm Diabolo and the masked man in black.
If the Snake Lord didn't appear, Fang Yan would be in a miserable situation of being attacked from both the front and the back … If Fang Yan was killed, no matter how powerful the Snake Lord's venomous snake was, what would be the point?
Of course, Fang Yan had his own guesses. Could it be that the Snake Lord had already betrayed them and came to deal with him, waiting for his death to take back his Snake Eye …
Fang Yan sneered in his heart. You want to take back what you gave away? I'll eat it in one bite and not give it back to you.
It was just that it was a little disgusting to eat it, but he was going to die anyway, so he couldn't be too particular about it.
Wouldn't it take too much time to let someone wash it and cook it before eating it?
No one answered. The Snake Lord seemed to be dead.
Dead?
Fang Yan was shocked.
This possibility did exist.
It wasn't impossible for the ambushers to quietly kill the Snake Lord while he was fighting with the martial arts fanatic.
However, the Snake Lord wasn't weak, and he was in the forest. Every insect and beast here could be his subordinates … If they wanted to kill the Snake Lord, they would need to expend a lot of effort, right? And in the process, the Snake Lord couldn't even send a message?
What happened in the middle that he didn't know?
"The Snake Lord …" Fang Yan shouted again. "Your sister is out …"
Fang Yan felt that it was better to lie to him. Maybe he wouldn't be able to hide anymore once he heard that his sister was out.
"No need to shout." Xiu Mu sneered. "He's already dead."
"Dead?" Fang Yan's guess was confirmed, but he still felt a little uncomfortable.
"You said too much." Diabolo was very dissatisfied with his idiot brother. After scolding his brother, he looked at the Sword Lord and said, "Are you going to attack first, or should we?"
"I just attacked five times," Sword Lord Luo Jin said. "I'll attack five more times. If I can't kill him in five times, then it's your turn. "
"Okay," Diabolo said.
"Why should he go first?" Xiu Mu said unhappily. "I also want to kill this kid. He said I'm not as good-looking as you … "
"You really aren't as good-looking as your brother," Fang Yan said. He wanted to stall for a while longer.
"You bastard …"
"Shut up," Diabolo shouted. If it weren't for the fact that this guy was his brother, he would have killed him.
"…"
Diabolo and Xiu Mu retreated, leaving the wide battlefield to Fang Yan and Luo Jin. They guarded the two sides, one on the left and one on the right, in case Fang Yan suddenly ran away while he was fighting.
Fang Yan knew why they were doing this. He wanted to angrily ask them one question: Where is the most basic trust between people?
Sword Lord Luo Jin held his long blade, his dead fish eyes staring unblinkingly at Fang Yan.
Fang Yan was also looking at Luo Jin, looking at Luo Jin's eyes.
It was very strange, his eyes were very cold, but there was no killing intent in them.
Could it be that he didn't want to kill him?
Fang Yan knew that the possibility of this was very low.
It wasn't that he didn't want to kill him, he just treated him like a pig or a chicken.
Which butcher would have killing intent in their eyes when they were killing a pig or a chicken?
They only treated it as a kind of profession, a habit, a way to make a living. To them, stabbing a knife into the neck of a pig or cutting off the neck of a chicken was a very insignificant matter. Why would they need killing intent, killing intent, killing intent?
Fang Yan felt threatened. He felt the huge deterrence brought about by the saber in the man's hand.
Luo Jin held his long blade, walking step by step towards Fang Yan.
That's right, he was walking.
He did not run, nor did he bend over to dive. He was like an idiot, walking step by step towards Fang Yan.
He stopped in front of Fang Yan, then slashed his blade towards Fang Yan's head.
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