"Who are you? What are you talking nonsense!" Yan Jun looked at the rock and scolded him sternly.

"You are the murderer who killed Elder Yan Hong." The old voice continued to sound.

"I don't know what you are talking about." When he spoke, Yan Jun tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it," Cang Lao sneered, "In addition, you go to Mr. Zhang to get a big tonic medicine every month to replenish the body's yang energy, so as not to expose your identity as a castrator when you speak."

"If you talk nonsense again, don't blame me for taking action." Yan Jun said.

"Since you are still stubborn, then wait for me to find the pigeon at the foot of the mountain. I see how you can argue."

This time, after Cang Lao's voice fell, Yan Jun's face immediately showed a hint of fear. If this person really asked him to find the carrier pigeon, then his identity would be revealed.

And at this moment, he suddenly thought of something, looked at the rock where Beihe was and sneered: "Sneaky, I want to see who you are."

The man rushed forward with a quick step, then got up and jumped, and was about to step onto the rock.

"Huh!"

But as soon as his figure was swept up, a black shadow appeared on the rock faster than him, and swung a short stick in his hand at him, pulling a sound of breaking the wind.

Yan Jun didn't want to block the broad sword in his hand over his head.

"Clang!"

The long stick hit the man's raised broad sword.

Because Yan Jun was still in mid-air, his body naturally could not stand firm, and his jumping posture fell down. After falling to the ground, Yan Jun's knees bent slightly before he removed the huge force.

The man suddenly looked up and looked at the black shadow shrouded in Ye Xing's clothes on the huge rock above his head. A hint of color appeared on his face. Although it was his first fight, he still felt that this man was a Qi realm warrior. This made Yan Jun very happy, because as long as he was killed, the dead would not reveal his secret.

As soon as he thought about this, the person's body turned like a top. The moment he stood up, he swept across the black shadow on the huge rock with a knife.

After a head-on fight with Yan Jun, Beihe's body was stable, which was related to his breakthrough to the Qi Realm.

As his confidence surged, he waved the long stick in his hand again, blocking the broad sword that swept across. Then he rose from the huge rock and smashed the three-foot stick in his hand angrily at Yan Jun.

Yan Jun retreated, and Beihe hit the ground immediately, making a "bang", and the long stick was buried in the soil and gravel, one foot deep.

Yan Jun avoided this attack and stepped forward, slashing the broad sword in his hand horizontally and vertically.

Beihe was not willing to be outdone, and he swung his three-foot stick to the wind.

For a moment, there were endless clangs, and when weapons collided, Mars would be shot out.

Although Beihe is younger than Yan Jun, his realm is the same and he can fight with Yan Jun to the same level.

However, his time to advance to the ranks of Qi Realm warriors was obviously shorter than Yan Jun, so the strength of the true qi in his body was not as good as the latter.

After only hundreds of rounds of battle between the two sides, Beihe was slightly breathing. At the same time, he could clearly feel the rapid consumption of the true energy in his body. If the true energy is exhausted for a long time, he will definitely not be Yan Jun's opponent. Moreover, the opponent has been practicing martial arts for longer than him and has a great advantage in martial arts. He almost got hit twice before.

As soon as he thought of this, Beihe immediately made a decision.

He suddenly shouted, and the true energy in his body injected into the long stick in his hand, and made a tiger pounce position, slashing the long stick in his hand again.

Seeing Beihe's fierce posture, Yan Jun turned sideways and dodged the attack easily.

He had just avoided the attack sideways and had not yet reacted. Beihe rushed forward with a quick step, and then ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Hmm?" Yan Jun was stunned, and then said angrily: "I want to leave!"

The man held a broad sword and immediately chased Beihe.

But then, Yan Jun was surprised to find that Beihe was very familiar with the way down the mountain, so familiar that he knew every turn and where there was a stone under his feet.

Therefore, even if the Beihe River runs wildly in the night, there is no stagnation.

On the other hand, his body would occasionally touch the small tree beside him or step on a rock under his feet, which greatly hindered his speed.

Fortunately, when Beihe only distanced him by more than ten feet, a spacious road surface was entered in front of him.

Yan Jun is in his prime and is as strong as a cheetah. If you really want to compete for speed, it is definitely not something that a young man with a skeleton that has not yet been finalized. For a moment, the distance between the two was getting closer.

Beihe naturally noticed this, and he did not stop at all and continued to run down the mountain. When he turned around and saw that Yan Jun was less than three feet behind him, Beihe was still not panicked because at this time he had seen the building in front of him, a simple hall, which was the sect leader's bedroom.

Beihe stepped forward and came to the square in front of the hall. Then he swept the long stick in his hand behind him without looking.

"Clang!"

As the long stick and the broad sword were slashed, another harsh attack sounded throughout the square.

And then there was a continuous clang of clangs, and the two of them moved from the previous top of the mountain to the wide square.

"When I get here, I see where you run." Beihe joked.

After hearing this, Yan Jun's face changed, and he naturally recognized that this was the sect leader's bedroom.

It would be fine if his secret was not exposed, but once it was exposed, he would definitely not be able to leave if others came and he would die without a burial place.

Just when he thought of this, candlelight had been lit in several rooms in the hall.

And two disciples on duty here also rushed out of the inner hall.

Seeing Yan Jun and Beihe fighting in the square, the two were obviously surprised, and they reacted very quickly and immediately pulled out the sword at their waists.

No matter who the two people fighting in the square are, these two disciples on duty here must be on guard.

After the two of them appeared, dense footsteps sounded in the hall, and figures holding candlelights rushed towards the square.

This time is exactly when everyone is preparing to invade, so most people are not sleeping.

In the blink of an eye, I saw a crowd of people gushing out of the door.

"Damn it!"

Yan Jun's face suddenly turned ashen when he saw this scene.

The man looked at Beihe with a harsh slight ferocity, then he roared and threw the broad sword in his hand towards Beihe.

"call out!"

The broad sword shot towards the Beihe like an arrow.

If you are careful, you will see that before throwing the broad knife out, the person twisted it at the end of the handle.

Beihe's pupils shrank, and he suddenly remembered a method of forging weapons in the Feng Kingdom court. That is, install gunpowder inside the weapon. As long as the mechanism is turned on and fight against the weapon head-on without knowing it, he will definitely be injured by the latter.

"careful!"

I heard Beihe shouting loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly bent backwards, and saw Yan Jun throwing a broad sword flying out of the front wheel of his face, and then slashing on a stone pillar several feet behind him.

The next moment, an amazing scene happened.

With a "boom", the broad sword exploded and a ball of flame seemed to rise out of thin air, illuminating the entire square and the hall.

"Swoosh swish swish swish..."

After the broad knife exploded, sharp metal fragments shot towards all directions.

"Puff..."

Only two light sounds came, Beihe's back itched and was hit by two metal fragments.

More metal fragments hit the ground of the square and the hall behind them, and some even shot through the windows into the rooms of the hall.

One of the two disciples on duty here was also hit by a piece of fragment in the chest and fell to the ground at this time. The other one was more lucky and was not injured.

There were also a few pieces of metal fragments that hit the crowd and disappeared into it. A few people immediately exclaimed pain.

Beihe heard it almost instantly, and a scream in the crowd belonged to Leng Wanwan.

After he stood still, he looked at Yan Jun’s position with a sharp look, but after scanning around, there was no Yan Jun’s figure.

Needless to say, he knew that this person had inspired the attack just now and turned around and ran away. If he didn't run away, he would not have any chance to walk out of the Lanshan Sect.

Kikawa was going to chase after him, but at this time he felt a burning pain coming from his back.

And at this moment, everyone's eyes fell on him wearing Ye Xing's clothes, revealing a sharp intention.

The next moment, many people surrounded the Beihe River.

Beihe bit his teeth, took off the black turban on his head, revealing his true face.

"It's me!" He only heard him speak.

"Hmm? Beihe!"

After seeing his appearance clearly, a big man in the crowd immediately showed a look of surprise and paused.

This person is the second disciple of the sect leader Jiang Muyuan. For the past six months, Beihe has often come here to ask Jiang Muyuan for questions about his cultivation, so he is also familiar with Beihe and recognizes him at a glance.

And it is precisely because of this that this person became more and more suspicious. I don’t know why it was so late, and Beihe would fight with people here.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was temporarily resolved, Beihe's eyes fell into the crowd behind him and searched carefully. In the next breath, he saw a beautiful figure standing against the stone pillar, covering his wrist with one hand.

Beihe quickly stepped forward and came to Leng Wanwan. He saw that the woman's face turned pale and bit her lips tightly.

Beihe grabbed his wrist and said with concern: "Are you okay?"

And while he was talking, he felt a warm liquid that had dyed the woman's sleeves, which was blood.

The moment Beihe grabbed his wrist, Leng Wanwan's eyes showed a hint of panic and she quickly broke free.

"You let me go, I'm fine."

After saying that, Leng Wanwan turned around and walked into the hall, disappearing from Beihe's sight.

"Ahem..."

When Beihe looked at the direction of the woman's disappearance, he heard a light cough. Everyone looked at the sound and saw the sect leader Jiang Muyuan walking with his hands on his back.

"metropolitan……"

"metropolitan……"

Everyone bowed and bowed.
Chapter completed!