Yiran smiled softly without answering, looking at the young horse thief lying on the ground, with a sneer in his eyes.

As Yiran's gaze, the young horse thief forced his internal strength and a dagger appeared in his hand, stabbing Chaowu.

Song Zhili didn't expect that the young man had room for nothing. In the battle just now, the young man had already suffered a lot of injuries.

After being slapped in the chest by Song Zhili, he even spitted several mouthfuls of blood, but he didn't expect that this young man pretended to be seriously injured!

Moreover, when Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili talked to the young man, they instantly suddenly became vacant, and they wanted to take Chaowu as a hostage and find an opportunity to escape.

In Yiran's dying eyes, after the young horse thief stabbed out his dagger, it was hard to get in front of Chaowu.

Song Zhili immediately reacted and stood on the wrist of the horse thief with one blow.

With a "click", the horse thief's arm bone broke. Song Zhili used tens of his strength directly, and it was not something that the horse thief who was still confused could resist.

After breaking the young man's wrist bone, the hand knife raised the forearm and turned into a claw to hit the young man's chin.

The young horse thief could no longer bear the attack.

He leaned his head back and raised his legs to the air, and flew straight up. Then he was hit by Song Zhili with an elbow and fell heavily on the ground.

The three consecutive moves are coherent and soft, which shows that Song Zhili's use of moves has reached its perfection, and he has cultivated step by step to the current realm in the world.

After confirming that the young man had fallen into a coma, he still tied up and threw it into the sand.

Yiran, Chaowu, Song Zhili, Chao Qianqian and the other four returned to the escort team and sat down to chat.

Only then did Yiran realize that Chao Qianqian had never returned to the Longming Escort Agency since he practiced in the First Martial Arts Academy six years ago. He couldn't help but laugh and said earnestly to Chao Qianqian:

"The biggest regret in life is that your son wants to be filial but his parents don't want to be with him. If you have a father who misses you, you haven't been home for six years."

This was simply to Chaowu's heart. He immediately took out the water bag and said heroically: "Uncle is not polite, I will toast you with clear water instead of wine!"

Yiran smiled and took out Tongfu wine from the space ring, which he had touched from the shopkeeper Xie, and said, "It's not okay to use water instead of wine, just go with Tongfu wine."

Then, four pottery bowls were taken out one by one.

Chaowu ended up drinking the wine bowl in one go: "Good wine, good wine! Unfortunately, at Tongfu Inn, I didn't have the intention of tasting wine at all. It's also a pity that the third brother can't drink together anymore."

Yiran and the other two were silent at the same time. Born and died in the world, it is the best destination for martial artists, but who has no wife, children, relatives and friends, and who doesn't want to live a few more years to the age of Yi'er's grandchildren.

After drinking here, the few people lost interest. Yiran put away most of the jar of wine left, looked to the north, and said leisurely:

"I want to go north to the north than the Jiuwu Duchy. There is a senior there that is not long before. I need to go as soon as possible, but my strength is still much worse."

Speaking of this, Yiran clenched his fists.

Hearing this, Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili did not speak.

The style that Yiran showed in the ranking competition five years ago was a height that they would never reach in their lifetime. Five years later, they didn't know what height Yiran had reached.

However, since the horse thief's dagger was hard to enter Cunhao before taking action, Yiran's strength had reached an unimaginable level.

Chaowu didn't know how terrifying Yiran's strength was, but in his opinion, he would talk to Chao Qianqian and the others like this and drink together, and he thought he was about the same as Chao Qianqian and the others.

So he patted Yiran's shoulder carelessly and said, "No matter how strong he is, if you have elders waiting for you, you will never want to see him after you have the highest strength."

"Maybe he will be happier if he can see you one day earlier. You know that your son wants to be filial but he doesn't want to wait, so why will the authorities be confused?"

Yiran suddenly woke up and smiled at the sky, "Yes, yes, uncle is right."

After saying that, Yiran bent down and clasped his fists, and said to Chaowu: "But it is the person in charge who is confused. One day before he passes, he will definitely live a comfortable life."

He also said to Chao Qianqian and Song Zhili: "I will leave first, and the horse will be taken care of by Longming Escort Agency. If one day someone named Zhang San, he will come to the Escort Agency by chance. I will say that this horse was left to him."

After saying that, Yiran took out dozens of blood-refining powder from the space ring and handed it to Chao Qianqian. I can't use these things, so I just treat them as rewards for raising horses.

Chao Qianqian's hands trembled, and her face flushed after taking the medicine handed over by Yiran. She and Song Zhili served as the lowest spy in the city lord's mansion, with only a few silver coins a month.

Although the Blood Refining Powder is not expensive, it is very distressing to ask them to buy it. Yiran took out more than ten copies of it casually.

Before Chao Qianqian could say anything, Yi Ran clasped his fists to Chao Wu again: "Uncle Chao Wu, let's go."

Chaowu also clasped his fists and said heroically: "Go home soon!"

In the eyes of several people, the wooden sword was unsheathed, and Yi Ran walked north and passed away in an instant.

"Yeah, go home soon!"

Song Zhili and Chao Qianqian stood in the same place as if they were stunned, and they were shocked:

"Is Yi Ran a powerful man of Wuzong?"

Then he thought of what Yiran had just said, "I had not found any strange Tongfu Inn, which had existed in the desert for decades, and he almost died there."

And where was the old man waiting for him waiting for him? Even the strength of Wuzong is not enough? What a terrifying place.

When did the young people who were still alive in the escort agency see such a scene? They all sighed, "A person can actually fly out of thin air on the sword. What kind of immortal is that?"

Only the young man who had broken his fingers and almost died, and he still reminded the old man to protect his horse. He yearned for the young man who was flying away on the sword, thinking that one day he could travel in the sky like this.

There are many evil dragons in the rivers and lakes, but they cannot change the principle that warriors die in the rivers and lakes, and monks die in the rivers and lakes. When evil dragons appear in the rivers and lakes, warriors who kill dragons will always appear.

Who can guarantee that the warrior belongs to the world?

After all, both warriors and monks have their own places of death.

In the distant Holy Dharma Empire, there is an extremely powerful sect named Luotian Sect.

There are many geniuses in the sect, and the strong are rampant.

There are dozens of mountains occupied by the sect, and each peak has a faction. The more energy there is on the peaks within the sect, the stronger the strength of the faction.

But even on the outermost peaks, the elders of the faction have the strength of the spiritual level. Many powerful peak masters are said to have stepped into the king level.

As for the strongest people in the sect, they are likely to have touched the imperial rank.

In such sects, even the struggle for resources between factions may exceed the contradictions between those powerful priests.

Today, an old man led a girl to the outermost mountain in Luoyun Sect.

Unlike the bustling crowds at the foot of several nearby peaks, there is indeed no figure at the foot of this mountain called Luoyi Peak.

A coiled bluestone path slowly went up, with weeds growing on the side of the road, but no grass or leaf fell on the path.

The two of them went up, and no one was watching the door and naturally no one blocked the way.

When I walked halfway up the mountain, I saw a child who was about ten years old, holding a wooden sword in his right hand and holding a broom in his left hand.

The child danced a wooden sword with his right hand, with a very clever force, and he had the style of entering the house.

The wooden sword swung past, and clusters of weeds were cut off in half. Then the child waved the broom with his left hand and swept away the weeds that were lying on the bluestone path.

No wonder this stone road is extremely clean, but there are weeds outside the stone road.

After the child approached, he saw two young and old people and asked curiously: "Grandpa, did you bring your granddaughter to become a disciple? There is only my parents on our peak, so we don't accept disciples. You can go to the mountain next to you to take a look."

Good looked at the innocent child, touched his little head, and said, "Grandpa is just coming home to have a look."

The child glanced at his mouth and said, "I hate others touching my head the most. My mother said that being touched by someone will become stupid."

"You said you go home and take a look, but where is your home? There is only one family on this mountain!"

There was a little desolation in Gude's eyes. If the mountain already belonged to someone else and his master's tomb was destroyed, could this be considered his home?

As if seeing through the old man's worries, Yudie held the old man's arm and comforted: "Even if the mountain already belongs, maybe the tomb is still there."

Seeing someone going up the mountain, the innocent child no longer walked down the mountain. Instead, he led the two old and young to the top of the mountain, muttering loudly:

"My mother said that if a guest comes, she will be treated well, but Dad said that weeds must be cut every day and you must not slacken off."

"Then I'll treat the guests well, so I shouldn't be considered slacking off."

Upon hearing this, Goode and Yudie smiled softly, "What an innocent and lovely child."

Seeing the child jumping forward and climbing the stone stairs, Goode felt a little relieved.

At least from the boy's words and character, it can be seen that his parents are definitely not the kind of evil people who can destroy people's graves.

As long as the tomb is still there, no matter what the houses become, your roots will still be here.

When he was young, he could reach the top of the mountain with half a stick of incense. Now Gude has been walking for an entire hour.

Even he himself didn't know whether it was because he was old or because he was timid in his hometown.

The child jumped and shouted loudly: "Dad, my parents, you are here to visit me. You are not here to become a disciple, otherwise you will leave in disappointment."

Hearing the call of his children, the middle-aged man and the woman put down their work and rushed over.

When the couple came close, they saw the old man's face a little faster, and a brilliant smile appeared on their faces.

The middle-aged man came to Gude, bent down and bowed to greet him, but did not get up for a long time.

The woman stood behind the man and gave the old man a blessing with a smile.

Then he felt that it was not appropriate, so he pulled his child over, put his palm on the child's back, and put his face on the child's ear and said softly: "Call for Grandpa Good."

The child shouted "Grandpa Goode" loudly, and Goode was stunned and confused.

At this moment, the man raised his body and said respectfully to Goode:

"Senior Goode, you are finally back, welcome home."

Then the child's happy and cheerful voice came from the top of the mountain over and over again: "Grandpa Goode, welcome home."

Travelers have been wandering in a foreign land for decades, but never thought that there are still people at home who always miss themselves.

Once you are reunited, you are not a relative but are better than a relative.
Chapter completed!