"Good come!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly, waved his machete and faced Jian Chen without any fear. However, at this moment, his face had become serious.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

In the quiet alley, there was a jingling sound of a series of collisions of weapons, and Jian Chen and the middle-aged man moved quickly in this narrow alley. Jian Chen faced an intermediate saint with the strength of an intermediate saint, and in the face of a head-on fight, he was not at all inferior.

Jian Chen's body movement was light and sharp, moving around the middle-aged man like a ghost. The silver-white light wind sword held in his hand continued to turn into silver-white light and stabbed the middle-aged man's throat in different directions. The machete in the middle-aged man's hand was already airtightly and constantly resisted Jian Chen's attack. At the beginning, the middle-aged man faced Jian Chen's endless attack like a tide, which occasionally had the ability to fight back. However, as Jian Chen's speed of his sword was constantly accelerating, gradually, the middle-aged man had lost the power of resistance under Jian Chen's dense attack, which was like a storm, and could only resist blindly.

It’s not that the middle-aged man could not fight back, but that once he fought back, he was afraid that before his attack could fall on Jian Chen, he would be pierced through the throat by a sword as fast as lightning.

The middle-aged man's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. No matter what, he did not expect that the young man, who seemed to be only in his twenties, was so powerful that he could hardly resist it with his intermediate saint's strength. What scared the middle-aged man the most was that the young man's sword was too fast. Not only was it stabbed at an astonishing speed, but the frequency of the sword was also scary.

Now, the middle-aged man was very regretful. If he had known that Jian Chen had such strong strength, he would not have kept up with him.

In the alley, more than a dozen people looked at Jian Chen, who was fighting fiercely with the middle-aged man with a dazed look on their faces. They also did not expect that Jian Chen, who seemed to be younger than them, had the strength to compete with the bosses of themselves and others. Although they still had more than a dozen people, they could not get in the way of such a battle. Even if they rashly went up, they would die in vain. Although there were three great saints among them, with their great saints, they could see clearly about such a battle. With their eyesight, they could see at a glance that their boss was already at a disadvantage. They had no power to fight back by Jian Chen, and they could only resist blindly. Their lives could be said to be unsafe at any time. Even if they were waiting for others to rush forward, it would be useless. They were just going to die in vain, because they had no confidence to avoid Jian Chen's sword as fast as lightning.

After Jian Chen and the middle-aged man fought for a few rounds again, taking advantage of the gap that the middle-aged man resisted, the sharp light in Jian Chen's eyes flashed, and his right arm suddenly shook and stretched out like lightning. Under the guidance of his arm, the light wind sword in his hand turned into a silver-white light and stabbed towards the middle-aged man's throat, and instantly came to the middle-aged man's throat. This sword was the fastest sword that Jian Chen had stabbed since the middle-aged man's fight.

The middle-aged man was shocked. Faced with this extremely fast sword, he almost completely lost any ability to dodge and resist. The speed of this sword was too fast. In the eyes of the middle-aged man, the speed of this sword had reached an incredible level and was completely beyond his ability to dodge.

The middle-aged man's face suddenly became extremely pale. Just when he thought he would die, the silver-white light wind sword rushed forward abruptly as soon as it touched his throat. At this critical moment, it suddenly stopped, and the sharp sword tip just touched the middle-aged man's throat.

Although the Qingfeng Sword did not pierce the middle-aged man's throat, the middle-aged man still felt that he had difficulty breathing, and a sharp pain came from the throat where the tip of the sword pointed, as if his throat had been cut by a sword.

The middle-aged man stood there in his original posture. Now he didn't even dare to move, for fear that if he made a move, the silver-bright sword would pierce his throat without mercy. The middle-aged man's face was covered with fine cold sweat.

"Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Big...Next...Next...Next...Another young, I will never dare to offend the hero again." The middle-aged man looked at Jian Chen with fear, and begged for mercy in a trembling tone. With his worth and life in the other party's hands, the middle-aged man no longer cared about his own face and Jian Chen was much younger than him. In his opinion, as long as he could save his life, it would not be impossible to kneel down for Jian Chen.

Jian Chen stared at the middle-aged man calmly, with a sneer on his lips, then slowly pulled down his sword and stood up in a calm tone: "I am in a good mood today and don't want to start a killing. From now on, you should do it yourself. Don't let me meet you still doing this. This is so close to the Warcraft Mountains. With your strength, go hunting some low-level monsters.

It's more than enough." Leaving this sentence, Jian Chen strode away from the alley.

"Yes, yes, we must follow the hero's instructions and will never do this in the future." The middle-aged man said quickly, looking at him like that, as if he did not dare to obey Jian Chen's orders at all...

When Jian Chen's figure disappeared into the alley, the middle-aged man breathed a long sigh and reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. Now when he recalled the scene of life and death just now, the middle-aged man felt a little scared. Just now, his life was hanging by a thread and he was almost done.

...

After leaving the alley, Jian Chen walked through several streets and found a hotel to stay. At night, Jian Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a fist-sized white stone in his hand and was studying.

"What is this thing? It looks like a stone, but its material is a bit different from a stone. It's said that it is iron, but it's a little different from iron." Staring at the strange white stone with a weight of a fast fist in his hand, Jian Chen was full of doubts.

At the beginning, it was the strangeness of the purple and green light spots in Jian Chen's dantian that aroused Jian Chen's interest in this white stone. At that time, Jian Chen clearly felt that the two light spots in his dantian were actually incredibly emitting emotional fluctuations similar to excitement and happiness. However, from the moment he bought the white stone, the purple and green light spots in his dantian became silent again and returned to his former state. Now even if he held the white stone in his hand, it could not cause any abnormal movement of the two light spots in his dantian.

Moreover, Jian Chen had no idea about this strange piece of Baishi. Although he had read many books in the academy's library before, he still couldn't find any news about Baishi.

Jian Chen held Bai Shi and looked around in his hand for a long time. Except for learning that the Bai Shi was very hard, there was no gain. Even if he soaked it in water and burned it with fire, he could not make any change in Bai Shi. In the end, Jian Chen had to put Bai Shi into the space belt again.

Then Jian Chen observed the two purple and green light spots living in his dantian again. Now the situation of these two light spots is as usual, quietly entrenched there without any abnormal movement. Although these two light spots are living in Jian Chen's dantian, Jian Chen is helpless with it. He can't even get close. He can only watch from a distance, because there is a mysterious force around the two purple and green light spots. Once Jian Chen wants to get close, he will be hindered by this mysterious force. Moreover, this mysterious force is very powerful. With Jian Chen's current ability, he cannot break through this power. Therefore, the area near the two purple and green light spots is completely a forbidden area for Jian Chen.

"Oh!" Jian Chen sighed secretly. Now that such an accident happened in his dantian, he didn't know whether it was a blessing or a disaster.

On that night, Jian Chen did not practice as he used to, but fell on the bed and slept soundly. It had been two or three months since he left the Kingdom of Gesen. Tonight, it was his first time in the past few months.

Sleeping is undoubtedly to supplement the gods that consume too much during the day. Jian Chen's god is already powerful. As long as he does not use the two abilities that use the god to control the sword and control the holy power of light, he can completely avoid sleeping for days and nights. In the past, he was practicing every night. During the practice, his gods can also be quickly recovered. Therefore, Jian Chen has never slept in the past few months, which will not have any impact on it.

Early the next morning, Jian Chen got up happily, then opened the window and looked at the early morning scenery outside, breathing the fresh air in the morning, sighed: "I haven't been asleep for several months, and I almost forgot what it feels like to sleep. Now I realize that sleeping is so comfortable!"

Then, Jian Chen settled the tent and left the hotel directly, then went to buy a good horse, rode the horse and rushed towards the place agreed with Kend.

The place where the Flame Mercenary Group gathered was still the dim hut. At the same time, this hut was also the common resting place for the eight of them. Small mercenary groups like the Flame Mercenary Group did not have enough funds to purchase a large-scale house, so they could only live together in this small place.

When he arrived at the hut, Jian Chen fixed the horse rope. When he was about to knock on the door, the door was suddenly opened. Opening the door was a thin young man. He didn't look much older than Jian Chen. He was relieved that he was the youngest person in the Flame Mercenary Group, except Jian Chen, - Xiaodao.

Jian Chen showed a faint smile on his face and said, "Xiaodao, are you going out?"
Chapter completed!