When summer just entered, the fifteen continents of Tianyun Realm, the southwestern border of Muxizhou, Xu Kingdom and Yong County were covered with silver, and the weather was cold and the earth was frozen.

The snow gradually falls, and the moonlight is desolate.

About ten miles away from the county town, a young man who had just sent a letter hurriedly carried a few ordinary knives on his back. He took advantage of the night to enter a "manor" backed by the mountains and forests, and returned to his room with the yard closest to the inside.

Lighting the candle, He Yanxiao walked to the wooden table and sat down, rubbing his stomach, and seemed to feel a little uncomfortable.

But the next moment, he took a few sticks of the same but not sharp Pu Knife from his back and placed them flushly on the table.

"I hope it will succeed in trying it on a weapon for the first time."

As the story happens, He Yanxiao is a time traveler with a slightest love. His predecessor was very unfortunately an evil sect who gathered all living beings, and a difficult character who was controlled by others.

It is said that it is a religion, but it can also be considered as a slander of the identity of the predecessor.

He Yanxiao is still not very clear about the specific situation. He only knows that his predecessor was a secret son lurking in this rural cult under the orders of an organization named "Jing'ansi".

From the vague memories of his predecessor, He Yanxiao probably learned that his predecessor had been chasing this for two or three years, and had been waiting for the order to go up the peak. Unfortunately, he was left here as if he had been forgotten for so long.

However, in addition to being honest, He Yanxiao's predecessor was generally a stubborn person. He had been working for two or three years but refused to do any dirty work. Not to mention getting to the core, he would inevitably be suspected of his identity over time.

He Yanxiao was very puzzled about this.

If you want to talk about spies entering such dirty places, the predecessors should have done something to do, or they might have a little cleverness to change their minds when they see the wind.

But the personality of the predecessor cannot even hide his identity. How come he lives in the tiger's den for so long?

What’s strange is that even a month ago, no one paid attention to the previous person, just like a transparent person, who could enter and exit freely here.

It was not until his predecessor died that the lords and guards in the cult had known that he was a spy...

It was also at this time point a month ago. This seemingly ordinary sect that gathered refugees and made money suddenly came from outside, causing a mysterious "Mr. Mei", which made the lord of the cult called "The Holy Altar of the End of Life" have to be carefully received.

Immediately afterwards, this cult stronghold changed its style of making money and secretly planned something. Many people disappeared in a month, and they were basically dead.

His predecessor was a little stupid and noble, and he didn't know how to protect himself. He even exposed the matter in public and questioned it in public, and was ordered to be executed by the foreign "Mr. Mei".

With such an order, the altar master and the four guardians in the sect no longer wanted to tolerate the existence of their predecessors, so they secretly used a black hand to kill them and humiliated them before their predecessors died, which led to the incident of He Yanxiao occupying the magpie's nest.

Alas, what an unlucky guy!

However, He Yanxiao also started in hell and was not much better...

As for why He Yanxiao can continue to stay in this pride.

Wow, if someone is seen by a bunch of people after being "resurrected on the spot", it is self-evident in the role that can be played in such a small sect in the county and rural areas, and it is immediately like a miracle choice.

When he saw He Yanxiao's rebirth, "Mr. Mei", who was not interested in him, learned about He Yanxiao's background. After thinking about it, he probably felt that He Yanxiao was of value, so he gave He Yanxia a chance to survive.

Not only that, "Mr. Mei" who ordered the murder seemed to urgently attract more mad believers in this month, so he changed his mind and saved He Yanxiao's life.

As a result, He Yanxiao obviously did nothing, but was regarded as an example of a "miracle" to the outside world, specifically used to win people's hearts and deceive more hungry believers.

But after this month, He Yanxiao was basically used to his situation, realized that the situation was getting worse and wrong, and was eager to end the Tengnin and seek a way to escape.

Just yesterday, "Mr. Mei" came to He Yanxiao and asked him to use his identity as "Jing'ansi" to find a place to send a letter and bring a living sacrifice here.

"Mr. Mei" promised to make a promise that after everything was done, he would be free to laugh.

Haha, free.

He Yanxiao understands very well that the great liberation of life is also a kind of freedom!

However, He Yanxiao, who had just traveled for a month, has reached the end of his life in order to get out of trouble and has no room for bargaining.

Fortunately, there is a tact that can be used on him, which can help him continue to stay positive and make fun of his hardships.

"Add a little bit of dark blue... no response? Break the mirror bead for me!"

"Not even possible, I have to hold it with my hands?"

It turned out that there was a mysterious scroll in He Yanxiao's dantian, and there was a layer of hazy mist floating around it.

It just looks like it's not very smart and cannot add points freely.

Looking at the knife in front of him, He Yanxiao thought about it and was a big deal anyway, so he reached out and picked one of them in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, He Yanxiao meditated again to "strengthen", and then an unknown force emerged next to the strange picture in his dantian. Following He Yanxiao's meridians, it injected into the mouth of the essence iron knife in his hand like a fog.

The candlelight in the room was not on, but in an instant, He Yanxiao saw the knife in his hand, which seemed to have become much sharper under the candlelight.

He Yanxiao was thinking, so he picked up one of the several comparison groups on the table, aimed it and slashed it.

"Click--"

"A gap is OK."

The knife that has been strengthened once easily cut a gap on another blade that has not been strengthened.

The next second, He Yanxiao tried to compare the toughness of both sides again, and used internal force to bend it hard, and stopped until the two were almost folded.

As a result, the limits of the two knives are not very different...

"Well, after the first strengthening, the hardness and sharpness of the knife have improved a little, and the toughness is average."

Seeing that strengthening was useful, He Yanxiao immediately held his breath and concentrated on strengthening it again.

So, another wisp of fog energy was lost in his dantian instantly, and He Yanxiao's unclear fog energy at present.

When the mysterious mist wrapped around the blade disappeared, He Yan Xiaoyi copied it and took the knife that had been strengthened twice to cut the knife with a broken knife.

"Dang..."

The broken knife fell to the ground, and this time it was cut off directly!

At the same time, He Yanxiao put down the broken knife and picked another knife from the table, continuing to compare toughness with the knife that strengthened twice.

"Is this a failure to restore it?"

Without any suspense, the toughness of the ordinary knife was not as tough as half of the strengthening twice.

In order to make some memory and understanding, He Yanxiao immediately summarized himself.

"The knife of 1 has become harder and harder, but the strength is similar to the original one. The strength and toughness of 2 have been greatly improved, which is already very good... The most important thing is the third time."

As his thoughts fell, He Yan smiled and calmed down, then pulled out a mouthful of mysterious mist from his dantian and injected it into the knife again.

In an instant, a soft whispered from the blade, as if a fleeting cold light flashed through it. Even He Yanxiao's hand holding the knife was shocked, as if the shape became between the Burmese sword and the Miao sword.

He Yanxiao looked closely and saw a long black hair in his sight fell on the blade of the "3" without any effort, and it broke silently into his eyes.

He Yanxiao was stunned for a moment, and was full of curiosity to cut the table with it. Even without the blessing of internal force, he still cut the table in half and cut it down like cutting it.

However, He Yanxiao was not satisfied. He tried to strengthen it again. Unfortunately, this time, just like his guess, without any feedback, it seemed that "3" had reached the end of the knife.

"Blowing hair and breaking hair...or can only be issued an adverb?"

That’s right, this is He Yanxiao’s confidence!

"Oh, it would be great if there was a blood-sucking entry."
Chapter completed!