Black clouds hovered in the night sky, violent winds roared, and the violent wind and snow swept across the entire land like a demon wandering in the world.

In the Eastern Continent of Shenzhou, Bluestone City, the city was completely dark, and there was no one on the wide streets. The night was long, accompanied by violent storms and snow, but there was only one tall building with a solitary shining light. A little light is added to the dark night. It is also the only inn that dares to open its doors so late at night... Qingshi Inn.

The Bluestone Inn is the largest inn in the entire Bluestone City. Legend has it that the Bluestone Inn was once the secret stronghold of the Divine Sword Sect on the East Island. What’s more, it is said that the owner of the Bluestone Inn was born in the Divine Sword Sect and is a cultivator. Why is so remarkable.

At this moment, the Qingshi Inn was brightly lit and noisy. It was already overcrowded. Most of them were knights, business travelers, or cultivators. Near the door and window, there was an old man with an immortal spirit sitting there. , and around the old man, there were no less than dozens of people on the three floors inside and outside, and sometimes there would be more than a dozen cheers. Although this place was relatively dark, it was the most lively and prosperous place in the entire inn. , even those people elsewhere couldn't help but look here a few more times.

"Old man, tell me! What happened to the Xiao family masters?" Among the crowd, I saw a rather majestic man with a flattering look on his face. He looked at the immortal old man in the middle and asked. The rest of the people also stared at the old man with wide eyes, curiously waiting for what the old man would say next.

--Why…

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the old man could be seen stroking his beard and sighing softly. He glanced at the people around him pretending to be profound and shook his head.

"Old man, what happened next? Tell me, everyone is anxious to hear it!" Seeing that the old man was not talking, the big man asked with a look of eagerness on his face.

"Hey...Ten years ago, during the Battle of Blackwater Lake, after the death of the Yang family in Xiling and the Murong family in Nanhuo Palace, the fairy Xiaoyu disappeared. The Xiao family in Beicang was silent for many years, and then entered the Kunlun Mountains alone, and has not left it yet. ; Yang Xuetian indulges in drinking and sex all day long, Xing Yu and his wife Shuang Yue are in seclusion in Xiaoyao Valley, Yan Xiaolong of the Divine Sword Sect and Murong Yudie, the eldest daughter of the Southern Fire Palace, live in seclusion, not caring about worldly affairs, allowing Huo Long to lose all his cultivation, and they have been playing in the world ever since. ...In my vast continent of Divine Continent, now I only have this mess supported by Tian Xuan, the master of the Divine Sword Sect. Alas...there are unforeseen circumstances. I think back then, Beixiao, Nanhuo, Dongdao, Xiling, the four major families are so beautiful, but now... ah... don't say it... don't say it...!" The old man looked down, as if thinking, looking up at the lanterns on the ceiling, and sighed.

The hero died tragically and all the masters were lost. Even though the onlookers were all ordinary mortals, after hearing this strange event in the world of cultivation, they fell silent for a moment without saying a word. The entire inn also became silent for an instant.

The strong wind blew, and the doors and windows shook, making a "squeaking" sound that filled the entire inn and shocked everyone's hearts.

"The difference between what I said is that the current world of cultivation in the Divine Continent is not limited to the few people you just mentioned. Our Divine Continent has gone through more than tens of millions of years, and the hermit masters from all over the world have not emerged for hundreds or even thousands of years. How can those with low cultivation levels be the same? Is it comparable to anyone else?" Amid everyone's silence, a rather discordant young voice was heard, echoing in the inn, breaking the rare tranquility.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone showed angry expressions and turned to look at the source of the sound, wanting to see who it was, who dared to speak so brazenly on the territory of the Divine Sword Sect, but after looking at it like this, I still wanted to speak.

Everyone who was yelling and scolding shut their mouths.

Following the gazes of everyone, I saw not far away, next to another window, a young man in brocade clothes who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old was sitting there quietly, with a small hand in his hand as white as jade.

He was drinking from a jade cup. Opposite the young man, he saw a man in white with a gloomy face. Although he was sitting there motionless, there was an extremely strong aura of chilling about him, which made people feel cold.

...!

The inn fell into silence again, but the old man was not afraid at this moment. He laughed immediately and said: "Young man, tell me who else can compare with these people I mentioned?"

"You're just waiting for ants to know how vast our divine continent is? Today's bloodthirsty kings, demon kings, and the drought demons that haven't been born yet are all capable of slaying immortals and dragons. How can those ants be compared to them?" said the young man in Jinyi.

He smiled, took a sip of sake, and said lightly.

"Oh...? Are these monsters the masters you call them?" After the young man said these names, a flash of anger flashed between the old man's brows, but it quickly disappeared, and he retorted.

"Ha! Then tell me, who else in the world today can compare to these people I mentioned?" The sarcasm in the old man's words made the young man not angry, but showed a look of interest and curiosity.

He looked at the white-haired old man.

When the young man looked at him like this, the old man could not help but tremble. He quickly avoided the young man's gaze and snorted coldly, saying: "Huh, my Divine Continent's righteous way has been passed down for thousands of years. During this period, there have been countless young masters. Among these young masters,

Among them, Li Tianluo from the former Divine Sword Sect was extremely talented, and his cultivation level was even more unfathomable. He far surpassed the four masters and was undoubtedly the best in the world. If he encountered those monsters you mentioned, he would surely only need

I can wipe them all out with just one hand!"

"Oh? Li Tianluo...?" The young man looked slightly startled. He must have heard of this person's name. His bright and deep eyes glanced at the white-haired old man again, as if he wanted to see something from him.

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"I want to see my old friends, excuse me!"

At this moment, I saw the young man in white clothes opposite the young man suddenly stood up, his face was even more gloomy than before, he shouted lowly, without even looking at the young man in golden clothes, leaving a look of astonishment in everyone's eyes.

The embarrassed man in brocade stepped out of the door alone and disappeared into the wind and snow.

"Hmph...!" After a long time, the young man in brocade finally regained his composure, glanced at the proud old man not far away, hummed softly, and disappeared into the inn like a ghost.

"Ah? Why is it gone?"

"Yeah, could it be that we bumped into a ghost?"

"Go, don't talk nonsense, talk about ghosts, you can't tell which master's disciple you are."

Not long after the young man in white and the young man in brocade left, a few good-hearted people were seen striding towards the place where the young man was just now. They said something to each other, and the noise continued.

Khan, these two people are so skilled, if they are enemies of the righteous way of our Divine Continent... Khan... The old man has entered his old age, and he doesn't care about these earthly things. In the dark corner, the old man is still sitting where he is, looking at the noisy man.
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