The sky is clear, the sun is blazing, and the hot air fills every corner. The entire Bluestone City is like a sealed earthen jar, making people unable to breathe. In this bustling street, some people even walked shirtless among the crowds.

among,

This hot weather does not seem to affect people's mood. The vendors are still sweating profusely and shouting loudly. People are coming and going in the whole street, the flow of people is surging, and the cries are loud.

The sound of juggling shows the prosperity.

"It's strange, how can it be so hot in this winter..."

Qingshi Inn, near the door, saw a man lying lazily on the table, looking weak. His body was wet with sweat. It was not just him. Looking around, almost everyone in the inn was

Everyone was like this, and the entire inn was filled with complaints and the smell of sweat filled the air.

"Hey, there's a vision coming from the sky. It seems like that thing is really coming out."

Amidst the noise, an old man with an immortal spirit walked slowly into the inn, stopped at the door for a moment, stroking his beard and sighing.

"What, old gentleman, are you talking about something?"

Just when the old man was about to walk in, he saw a man next to him suddenly stood up, blocked in front of the old man, and asked with a smile.

"Um? Is there something wrong with this hero?" He was suddenly blocked by the man. The old man trembled. He was obviously taken aback by the man. He looked at the man with doubts in his eyes. He saw that the man didn't look like a villain in his conversation or behavior.

, then he felt relieved, stroked his beard habitually, and asked me.

"Hey, old man, it must be hot. Come and sit here. I'll treat you to today's meal!" The man smiled and did not rush to answer the old man's question. Instead, he took the old man's arm and looked for it casually.

A table was sat down.

Seeing that the man didn't seem to know him, but he was so enthusiastic all of a sudden, the old man couldn't help but feel doubtful, and asked puzzledly: "Young man, why are you so enthusiastic towards me?"

"Um?, old sir, what did you say just now?" The man didn't mind the old man's doubtful eyes and showed a flattering expression.

"Hey, in the middle of winter, the weather has been hotter than in the south these days. Don't you think it's strange?" The old man paused, his old eyes twinkling, obviously he didn't expect this man to have such sharp ears.

After overhearing his words, the old man suddenly sighed and said in a deep voice, seeing the curious look on his face.

"It's quite strange, old man, have you noticed...?"

"master…"

Before the man could finish speaking, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the door. The sound was so loud that it suppressed all the noise in the inn. This sudden voice shocked everyone.

People were surprised, and they all looked in the direction of the voice. The old man and the man closest to the door couldn't help but were startled, and turned around to look. They saw a man wearing a black robe.

Standing upright in front of the inn door, he was nine feet tall and looked mighty. He also held a black heavy halberd that was more than ten feet tall in his hand. His black hair was floating in the wind, and his whole body exuded an invisible aura.

The overlord's aura suppressed everyone so much that they couldn't breathe, and they didn't dare to look directly at him. The dark eyes were flashing with tears at this time, and they were looking straight at the old man not far away.

I saw the old man's cloudy eyes, also shining with tears, looking at the man holding the halberd. The man next to him looked at the man holding the halberd curiously, then looked at the old man, maybe he felt something, quietly

Yes, he left the old man's side.

For a moment, everything was quiet. Even the busy waiter stood there quietly, not daring to make a sound, looking at the tall body curiously.

"Yu'er..."

I don’t know how long it took, but I saw the old man tremblingly leaving his seat, his eyes filled with tears, his voice slightly trembling, echoing throughout the inn, breaking the long-term tranquility and the heavy atmosphere.

.

"Master, it's been ten years, and it's been so hard for you as a disciple!"

Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the man strode forward with excitement on his face. He supported the old man's body and knelt on the ground with a thud. "Dong...dong...dong..." He kowtowed his head every time.

The head hit the hard floor, and the sound was so loud that even the ordinary diners around him couldn't help but open their mouths wide, looking at this incredible scene with expressions of unbearable pain, how painful it must be.

"Yu'er, don't do this, get up quickly... get up quickly..." The old man's face was filled with tears, and his big withered hands grabbed the man's arm to stop the man who continued to kowtow.

With the help of the old man, the man stood up slowly. There was blood on his forehead. He looked at the wrinkled face of the old man quietly. After a long time, he finally spoke and said: "Master, come back to your disciple."

Let’s go to Xiaoyao Valley!”

"Hey, Yu'er, in the past ten years, I have become accustomed to the life of ordinary people as a teacher. The life in the cultivation world is not suitable for me as a teacher. You... better leave!" After a long time, the old man sighed, his face full of wrinkles.

Above, the cloudy old eyes showed the vicissitudes of life, as if they had seen through everything. There was a trace of tiredness in his words. After thinking for a moment, he finally rejected the man.

"Master..." The man's face changed and his voice was trembling. Apparently he didn't expect that the old man would not go back with him.

"Needless to say, when you get back, tell Tianluo that Hanbao is about to be born, and ask him to take the people of the mainland to the west immediately." The old man looked at the man unbearably, turned slightly, turned his back to the man, and said

.

"master……"

Looking at the old man's back, the man took hold of the old man's arm and said with a trembling voice with some reluctance.

"Yu'er, you don't have to worry about being a master. I will go to the Western Continent by myself. You'd better go back!" The old man closed his eyes slightly, took away the big hand on his arm, and said decisively, and then,

Slowly walked out of the inn.

"Master, my disciple knows!"

Looking at the old man's disappearing back, the man finally did not stop him and stood there helplessly, muttering to himself. Then he turned around and glanced at the people in the inn, took a deep breath, and suppressed the pain in his heart.

Disappeared in place.

"He..., he is Xiaoyaogu...Xing Yu..."

After a long silence, I saw a man standing there blankly, looking at the place where the man in black was just now, and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? That old man... no... that old gentleman is... senior Ren!" Not long after the voice fell, someone else said in surprise.

"Xing Yu, he is Xing Yu, haha, I finally met this legendary big man."

…

There was a long silence. Shortly after the old man and the man left, the entire inn suddenly became an uproar. Everyone was making a loud noise, talking about the man and Senior Ren, who had disappeared for ten years.

It turned out that after the battle ten years ago, when Xing Yu and Ren Huolong returned to Xiaoyao Valley, Xing Yu was seriously injured and was closed to death that day. And Ren Huolong recovered quickly under the careful care of his female apprentice Shuangyue.

He got up, but what was left was that his cultivation would never recover for the rest of his life. In despair, he wanted to leave, not wanting to trouble his two disciples anymore.

Brother, so he left Xiaoyao Valley alone while Shuang Yue was resting. Since then, he has traveled across the mainland and made a living by storytelling. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Now, he has long been accustomed to the life in this world.

How could he not know about Yu's filial piety, but now that he was just an ordinary person, how could he bother his two apprentices?

The Divine Sword Gate is still as majestic as ever. In front of the huge palace, eight milky-white giant pillars rise from the ground, with a thick and wide golden plaque on top. Under the direct sunlight, "Excalibur"

The three big characters "Gate" were shining with golden light, and the dazzling golden light actually shot out more than ten feet away, making people afraid to look directly.

Below, four men were seen standing in front of the gate of the Divine Sword Gate, silently looking at the scorching sun in the sky without saying a word. What is even more strange is that in the face of the dazzling sunlight, their eyes could not even blink.

Don't blink.

Whenever a disciple passed by, they would bow slightly to the four people to show respect. Although they were curious in their hearts, they did not dare to say anything.

"It seems that the drought demon is about to be born!"

After a long time, I saw the leading man sighing, his eyes gradually leaving the strong sunlight, looking down at the mountains, his white hair falling freely on his shoulders, fluttering in the wind, and his whole person exuding the aura of a king who could look down upon the world.

The aura makes people look at it and make them surrender. This person is none other than Li Tianluo, who defeated the Bloodthirsty King that day. After that battle, he

Due to the forcible use of the "magic transformation", he has been in a coma since Idesawa. It has been seven days now. Under the repair of the major repair technique, the energy in the body has gradually recovered.

came over, and there was a vague sign of an imminent breakthrough. The other three were the masters of the Divine Sword Sect, Tian Xuan, Yan Xiaolong, and Xiling Yang Xuetian.

"As soon as the drought demon comes out, the red land will be thousands of miles away. It seems that these words are true. It can bring such a vision before it is born, which shows how terrifying it is."

Yang Xuetian stared blankly at the blazing sun in the sky and said lightly.

"Junior Brother Li, are you confident in dealing with Han Bao?" Yan Xiaolong turned his head, his eyes flickered, and asked Li Tianluo.

"The Drought Demon's copper skin and iron bones are not in the Five Elements, but beyond the Six Paths. It is formed by gathering the grievances of countless lives in the world and after tens of thousands of years of precipitation. It can be said that once it is born, it can kill immortals and dragons with its bare hands. Its combat power is far beyond the ordinary.

We can imagine that even the current Bloodthirsty King is no match for him." Li Tianluo shook his head and said with a bitter smile.

"That's right, I saw with my own eyes the power of the Drought Demon under the Martial Arts Temple. At that time, the Drought Demon was only in the copper coffin. His powerful resentment alone cost the lives of all the masters accompanying him. If I

If it weren't for the magical magic of Ten Thousand Dragons to Lead the Saints, I might never be able to leave there." When he remembered that day at the Martial Temple, Tian Xuan's face changed, and he actually showed a little fear.

All this naturally fell into the eyes of a few people, but they did not have any intention of ridicule. You must know that the bloodthirsty king fought with them for so long with a seriously injured body and almost killed them, and that

The Corpse King is a bit more powerful than the Bloodthirsty King, which shows how terrifying it is. On the contrary, Tian Xuan was able to escape from the Corpse King. This level of cultivation has made several people dare not underestimate him.
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