As soon as Dori arrived here, the door of the thatched hut was gently pulled open. A short, but strong muscles came out from inside. He had a normal appearance, but the roots of four fingers were covered with rock-solid yellow cocoons. At first glance, you can tell that this was a trace that had been left after years of grasping hard objects. The muscles in his palm, which were much thicker than ordinary people, happened to prove this. If Sword Saint Abel was here, he would definitely recognize that this person was the younger brother of the sword master who reported to him the location of the Ancient Scrolls.

Only six years have passed, and the aura emitted by his body has not only not increased at all, but has also weakened a lot, and his strength has dropped from the level of a master to the level of a high-level warrior. Moreover, his body is covered with hundreds of wounds of all sizes, and even his eyes are covered with a three-inch-long scar. Under the moonlight, hundreds of wounds and his already rough face make this man look even more ferocious and terrifying at first glance.

In fact, he would not have fallen into such a dilemma. He and his elder brother were both master-level powerhouses and could have lived well in the Ottoman Empire. But what he didn't expect was that his elder brother was seriously injured in the battle with Qingchengzi not long after he returned home. In order to avenge his brother, he chose to go to the largest and darkest intelligence organization in the Ottoman Empire to inquire about Qingchengzi's whereabouts, but what he didn't expect was that the other party's request was to let him do something for the organization and kill a master before accepting the commission.

Therefore, as a master-level strong man, he naturally had sufficient confidence in his strength. He agreed without any consideration. However, when he came to the residence of the target person, he found that the other party was actually a swordsman like his brother, which made him regret it.

As both cultivators, the other party entered the Tao with swords, while he entered the Tao with punches. Although they are both master-level strong men and have equal strength, when fighting, as a fighting master, he was obviously at a disadvantage. The eldest brother is no longer there, but he still clearly remembers the elder brother's repeated instructions to him before he died.

"You can offend other master-level strong men, but you must not provoke a swordsman. Because among swordsman masters, there is a legendary super trick, the Wind and Thunder Slash. Although I have never understood it, I have seen it with my own eyes that even the primary strong men in the Holy Realm can instantly kill that move, let alone you who only have the strength of a master-level intermediary. So, brother, you must remember it!"

The long-haired man died of depression in this reminder to his younger brother. Although he clearly remembered the reminder before the death of the long-haired man, he was eager to avenge his brother. He was eager to avenge his revenge and could he care so much? Besides, he had accepted the commission from the darkest intelligence organization of the Ottoman Empire. Once he gave up, he would have to die and he had no chance to retreat. So when he saw the target appear, he rushed out without hesitation. While his body rushed out, he began to accumulate strength, intending to use his unique moves immediately once the target entered his attack range.

But what he didn't expect was that the swordsman's reaction was surprisingly fast. The other party just felt a little dangerous aura approaching, so he retreated and jumped back hundreds of meters away. After that, without thinking too much, he drew out the holy sword and rushed towards the person who attacked him, and started the work of gathering energy in his hands. When the short young man who was dazzled by anger and hatred suddenly rushed in the air, he was stunned on the spot, and the person who attacked him had already carried out a counter-sneaking attack on him. As soon as the trick was used, he cut the brother of the long-haired man's brother into blood and fainted. The knife wound on the short young man's body was caused by that time, and his strength became straight down because he was directly under the swordsman's trick, and his strength fell from the master's intermediate level to the level of a high-level warrior.

However, the master swordsman who was attacked by him unexpectedly did not take his life. Instead, after discovering that he could no longer pose any threat to him, he took good care of him. Not only did he heal him, but he also arranged a residence for him in a small town outside the Sword Saint City, which confused him. He once asked this person, "Why should I save me? I'm here to kill you!"

"But you can never kill me again. Also, you don't have to be grateful to me. I saved you, not out of sympathy or mercy, but just hope that you can use it for me in the future and listen to my words, so that I will not treat you badly."

"Then you still kill me. Let me work hard for you unless you avenge my brother to kill me!"

"Yes. Tell me, who is that person?"

"Qingchengzi!"

"But the criminal wanted by the other two countries at the same time?"

"Yes. It's him. Unless you kill him and come to see me with its head, I promise to work for you in this life."

"Okay! You can keep your word?"

"certainly."

The swordsman who hoped to take the person who attacked him for himself was no other person. He was a master-level powerful man Dori who had green hair and was the president of the swordsman. Qingchengzi was naturally not killed by him, but he was fortunate to hear the news of Qingchengzi's death during a meeting with the swordsman Abel, so he picked up this bargain so easily. He naturally came to Qingchengzi's death the next day, cut off his head and sent it to the front of the long-haired man's younger brother. Although Qingchengzi's face became much older and his long black hair turned completely white, the short young man still recognized him at a glance. After paying homage to his brother, he began to obey Dori like a slave.

Feeling Dori's breath suddenly appeared in the backyard, he walked out of the door immediately, bent down and bowed respectfully to Dori, "Master, you are here! Is there anything?"

"Kill someone for me." Dori said lightly,

"Name." The short young man's echo was very low and his expression was extremely calm. It was obvious that this was not the first time he had done such a shameful thing for Dori.

"No wonder."

"What strength is it? What profession?"

"It's just an ordinary person, a 7 and a half year old child." Dori said this easily, but the short young man who was bowing to him suddenly shook his body. He was silent for a long time before he calmed down, and his tone returned to cold and asked, "Where is he now?"

"Swordsman Academy."

"Time? Location?"

"In one week, I will tell you the exact location at the west side of the Fighting Academy. You just need to wait under the cliff on the top of the mountain, and I will push the child down. If he is lucky enough to not fall to death, your job is to take him back and send him to the west. Do you understand?"

“Yes, master.”

Seeing that the male servant nodded without any disobedience, a hint of pride flashed in Dori's eyes, but it was soon covered by his serious expression. "Very good." Dori nodded with satisfaction, looked at the servant who was respectful to him calmly, and then disappeared in front of the other party, turning into a dark green light again, and plunged into the alley shrouded in darkness.

One day a week later, the morning sun had just visited the playground of the Sword Academy, and I saw a handsome child wielding his long sword to practice swordsmanship. His forehead was covered with sweat, and he was breathing and practicing, but he had no intention of rest. His eyes were firm and different from ordinary people. Not long after he recovered from serious injury, Croyd, the young master of the Croy family. In order to become a qualified swordsman and to be able to reach the top eight in the professional selection competition, since he recovered, he has insisted on training hard every day, and even more intense than before he was injured.

He is naturally the first person to come to school every day, and even seniors who are older than him are. However, today a person who surprised him came very early. He had just finished the first wave of sword-waving exercises when he heard a sound coming from his ear that shouldn't have appeared at this time.

"Old De!" The person who called him was nothing but Wuqi, the owner of the Ancient Scroll. Today is the earliest time he went to school in the past six months. Not to mention that he arrived at school a few minutes in advance, it was almost Wuqi's homely habit. Therefore, he would come so early today, which surprised Croyd. However, when Croyd turned around and saw Wuqi's outfit at this time, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head. He thought Wuqi would come so early, because he was infected by his spirit of hard practice and wanted to follow his own steps to keep up with everyone's training rhythm, but Wuqi's appearance at this moment made him unable to get involved in this idea no matter how he thought.

Wearing a baseball cap, a light blue casual outfit, white sneakers, and a cloth bag on his back. This is not the clothes that should be worn in practicing swordsmanship. It is completely a traveler who intends to travel. But when Croyd heard Wuqi's question, he immediately understood.

Compared to Croyd's disappointed look at Wuqi, Wuqi looked at the other party with a strange look on his face, and even said with a little unhappy expression: "Old De! It's not me that I'm talking about you, why are you still wearing our school uniform today? We finally had a chance to go out for an outing, so why didn't you change your outfit?"

"It's the most comfortable to wear from school uniforms. I can't wear clothes like you."

"I won't tell you anymore. Humph, you are like this guy, you have no meaning at all, and you know how to practice and practice. Look at me, you can beat you if you don't practice."

It would be fine if Wuqi didn't say this. As soon as he said it, Croyd's expression was stunned, and then his whole face turned red. He pointed at Wuqi angrily and said with gritted teeth: "You dare to say it. If the book in your hand was not that heavy, how could I lose to you? If you have the ability, don't use that book. You can change your weapon to a sword like me, and try again?"

Wuqi made a naughty face at Croyd and smiled, "I won't. I will use this book to beat you, and I will piss you to death! Hahahaha!"

After saying that, he ran towards the building of his class, and Croyd came from behind him angrily: "Don't run! Don't run if you have the ability! Stop for me."
Chapter completed!