These two people wearing bamboo hats are from Han, and the traveler with an old voice has experienced dozens of such killings in his life.

This kind of killing is aimed at the powerful and powerful in a high position. According to his past experience, even if he is prepared carefully, as long as there are some factors that cannot be considered or there are other factors outside the plan, such killing will probably lead to unpredictable consequences.

In the past ten years, there have been fewer and fewer people like him. Even because there is a mistake in the Hundred Secrets, many experienced hunters eventually die in the wilderness, so what he can do is just be as careful as possible and more careful.

When this traveler from South Korea was a little uneasy, but could not find anything wrong, in the distant Changling, an old man who had more experience than him, especially who could regard many people in Changling as pawns, felt the same way.

High in Changling, in the Star Gazing Tower, Li Bu stood quietly in front of the window with his hands behind his back.

At this time, during the day, there were no stars to watch. Li Buxiang's eyes fell in the alleys of Changling. Even though he had seen every alley in Changling countless times, as familiar as his own bloodline, today, he looked at the alleys of the city carefully as if he was looking at a strange city.

When he was young and just started studying, his teacher told him to remember that it is not easy for a person to do one thing well and do one thing to the extreme in his life. Moreover, in his life, only by being good at one thing can he be able to do it to the extreme.

If you recognize something, no matter how many obstacles or how many difficulties you are, you cannot give up.

He could understand this truth, but it took many years to determine his goal. If he wanted to do something well in his life, then this matter would be a big deal.

What he decided to do was to plan this city.

Many ambitionists only gradually become uncontrollable after their strength reaches a certain level, but they are different. Since he has not yet possessed very strong strength, he has already possessed such ambition, and then he plans and works hard for it step by step.

So if compared with all those who are trying to seize this city, he spent the longest time, had the most experience, and made the most meticulous plans.

More than ten in the past

In his eyes, the city had gradually transformed into a chess game. In his eyes, those strong men, even opponents who were trying to seize the city, gradually became chess pieces that he could use.

He followed his will to promote the changes in the city, so that the city could go where he wanted to go.

Then the city became more and more familiar to him, and everything was familiar with, without many secrets, and he seemed to be able to accurately predict any subtle changes.

Even in the early morning, he looked at the clouds in the sky and could tell whether the Changling today was cloudy or sunny, heavy rain or lingering rain.

He felt more and more that the truth that his teacher said when he was young was right. The longer he focused on something, the more he could practice and make perfect. The more he felt that he was particularly good at it, and the more he felt like he was in water.

However, today, he listened to the rewards of those people and looked at this extremely familiar city, but there was a strange feeling in his heart that kept rising.

This feeling is very strange.

It was like a familiar chess game, and it was obvious that every step was driven by his own mobilization, and there was no accident, and everything was moving forward under his will, but he always felt that something was wrong was growing, just like the ground under the scorching sun, which seemed to be growing incredibly.

This feeling will not appear for no reason.

So there must be something he didn't notice, and maybe an enemy he didn't notice was appearing.

He pondered for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the palace in Changling.

He doubted whether the old emperor had quietly issued some shocking orders.

In the past ten years, his biggest enemy, and in his eyes, the only enemy is the old emperor in the palace.

So when he smelled some dangerous aura, his subconscious still made him feel that the danger came from the old opponent, from the city.

But what he could not have imagined was that the center of the drastic change at this time was in the inconspicuous small town.

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Two Korean cultivators wearing bamboo hats stayed under the dead old tree for a while, ate some food, and then prepared to change into a dress and enter Tunliu.

The guy always felt a little weird but couldn't say anything weird.

The old practitioner decided to go to the temples himself to take a look.

But as soon as he removed the bamboo hat on his head and exposed his gray hair, his whole body suddenly tensed up. In the flesh and blood of his body, countless rivers of true energy suddenly appeared, and a terrible force ran quickly inside his body.

The young practitioner beside him had not yet understood what was going on. In the light of his eyes, the gray-haired Korean practitioner had suddenly turned around and looked to the left behind them.

A black-shirted practitioner appeared there at some time.

This is a middle-aged man with a very cruel appearance and an unspeakable aggressive aura.

There were several sword marks on his face, and some unknown sword marks were left behind. Even though it took a long time, the sword marks turned black on his skin, as if they had been applied with thick ink several strokes.

"The Lord of the Poison Belly Sword?"

These two Korean practitioners had never seen this middle-aged man in black shirts, but looking at the scars on the man's face, they were almost shocked and changed color at the same time.

The Sword Master of Poison Belly is ranked seventh in the sword weapon list.

Few sword masters in the world know what the name of this sword master is, but no sword master has ever heard of the reputation of the Poison Belly Sword Master.

"I'm not the Sword Master of Poison Belly." The middle-aged man in black shirt heard the screams of the two, but a strange look appeared on his face. He shook his head and said.

These two Korean practitioners were both stunned.

But the middle-aged man in black shirt continued: "At the Jingchi Sword Meeting, I have lost my poisonous belly sword."

A bitter chill surged in the hearts of the two Korean practitioners.

"You guys are going to use your sword."

The middle-aged man in black shirt looked at the two Korean practitioners and spoke directly.

"What!"

Although these two Korean practitioners had already felt the murderous intent of the Sword Lord of the Poison Belly, when they heard the man speak with their own ears, they were still unable to control their mood fluctuations.

"Don't ask why."
Chapter completed!