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It was raining outside the house, and one or two people walked by on the wet ground from time to time. These people were wearing thick black waterproof cloaks, with rapid steps, and their faces were deeply hidden in the darkness.

This is a dilapidated yard, located in the outskirts of Xianyang, which was originally a workshop. But the owner of the workshop was no longer there. It has been disrepair and is in a dilapidated place. It seems that only a slight gust of wind blows will be unable to bear it and collapse.

The suburbs of Xianyang are no different from those in the city. Whether it is sanitary or environmentally friendly, they are very different from those in Xianyang.

Here are slaves who have lost their identity and property for various reasons, low-level prostitutes who can be harmonious with only one pancake, thieves, robbers and even killers and assassins.

There are mixed things in the world, and various dark forces gather here. It is precisely because of this that this is also the best place to hide one's eyes.

The road in front of the workshop was short of people, but it was a bit lively tonight.

From the creaking wooden door, along the path paved with fine sand, we came to the main house in the yard.

Inside, there were only a few candles symbolically, barely bringing a little light to the room.

This small room was bustling with dozens of people, but at the same time, each of them kept a certain distance from the other, full of vigilance for each other.

Until, a man in black walked in.

Taking off the dripping cloak, this was an old man in a long white suit. His face was covered with wrinkles, which was very scary.

"Sorry, everyone. I'm late."

The old man walked to the center of the house and faced more than a dozen people in the house. He began to preside over the meeting.

"The people who can avoid Shadow Secret Guards, Iron Eagle Sharpmen, and even the net... all of these Qin minions are powerful swordsmen and killers. This is also the purpose of our gathering this time."

The old man paused and glanced at the people present. Most of them had a cold expression. There was only one boy, and he was smiling.

In this place where the style is generally gloomy, the young man's smile is like a ray of sunshine shining into the dark abyss, making the old man feel inexplicably frightened.

That's right. It's fear!

The old man has experienced many hardships, has seen countless skilled swordsman killers, and has experienced countless dangerous and bloody scenes. But he has never seen a person who can laugh like a young man in front of him, in this environment full of masters and murderous aura. What does this mean? The old man doesn't know. All things beyond his control will make the old man feel bored and frightened.

The old man pressed down his feelings and continued, "Okay, I won't talk much, I believe everyone knows it. For this goal, someone paid 50,000 gold to take Ying Ziyi's head."

"Hahahaha!" A sudden laughter sounded, and the old man's heart was beating. The source of this sound was the unstable factor recognized by the young man, the old man.

The boy successfully attracted everyone's eyes. He said proudly: "The 14th Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty, Ying Ziyi's neck of Anxi Jun is only worth 50,000 gold, which is such a big joke."

"That's right. It's certainly not worth it alone, but this time the buyer has released another thing. I believe everyone is interested."

Everyone focused their eyes on the old man, and saw him take something out of his sleeve.

It's a small box. As for what it is inside, the old man will keep it a secret for the time being.

"Everyone knows that the Yin and Yang family separated from Taoism five hundred years ago, and took a detour, creating many incredible tricks. This includes the technique of pharmaceuticals. In addition to the inexplicable gathering of immortals in the legend, the box contains something that we and other mortals dream of."

Most people in the room took a breath. Judging from the old man's tone, there was no doubt that the real person pill was pretending to be.

The legendary priceless treasure. Even in the mysterious Yin and Yang family, where masters are so powerful that it is an extremely rare treasure. It is rumored that Yun Zhongjun, one of the five elders of the Yin and Yang family, failed in nine hundred and ninety-nine times in a thousand times of refining the real person pill. And the only successful one was only a low-grade pill that barely became a pill.

"There is only one real person pill. Whoever can bring Yingzi's head to me will get this priceless treasure."

"Hahahaha!" The sudden laughter sounded again, and it was the boy who just now.

During the conversation just now, the old man kept watching the boy.

When everyone was extremely cold, the boy was laughing.

When everyone was surprised, the boy was still laughing.

Is it so funny? The old man thought so in his heart.

I heard the young man say, "The real person pill is indeed expensive, but compared with the fourteenth prince of Daqin, it is still incomparable."

"Are you a spy sent by Qin?"

Finally, someone couldn't help but speak angrily at this arrogant boy.

A stone caused a thousand waves. Many people in the house were already dissatisfied with this kid. Some people even touched the dagger hidden in their sleeves, intending to kill a competitor first.

"Oh my! I'm just telling the truth. With you trash, I'm afraid you'll be killed by Luowang before you even saw Ying Ziyi's face."

"What the hell do you want to do?" said the old man, with a warning in his tone, as if he was giving an ultimatum.

"To assassinate Ying Ziyi, I certainly don't want to die so early. But I am still interested in the real person pill. I was thinking, instead of you guys going to die for nothing and bother them, it would be better for me to solve the problem on the spot. You said, right!"

"kill!"

The boy's laughing face, unruly attitude, and the undoubtedly sarcastic words finally angered the old man. He planned to start first and eliminate this factor that made him feel uneasy.

The killer in the house took action almost at the same time, but the next moment, everyone discovered that the boy was gone.

Is he a ghost?

At this moment, everyone's hearts were filled with questions. Only the old man, he felt the breath of a young man.

“On the roof.”

Everyone looked up and saw the young man holding two swords in his hand, hooking his feet on the beam of the room, like a mantis, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The boy finally took action, his figure was strange. The sickle-like two swords had already harvested two heads in less than a moment.

All this happened after all. The old man's premonition was becoming a reality step by step.

The dozens of people in the house were all famous swordsmen. But no one could survive for several rounds under this unknown young man.

Facing the slaughtered people, the old man did not have any fluctuations.

He just silently pulled out his sword and looked at the boy holding the two swords with his bent knees.

The boy smiled and said, "Are you finally going to take action?"

"You seem to be waiting for this moment."

The old man's tone was deep, he was waiting, he was looking for the feeling of wandering in life and death as a swordsman. This was the feeling of being left behind by him.

Because the old man may have to face the most terrifying crisis in his life.

"Murder or be killed is the only two choices for swordsmen. Life and death are the tests that every swordsman must go through. If you live, it means becoming stronger. Whether it is for you or me. Come on! I have been waiting for this moment for a long time." The young man was still laughing. He picked up the two swords in his hand and said to the old man.

"Come on!" the old man said the same thing, and his long-lost passion ignited in his heart.

The confrontation between the young man and the old man ended in an instant. This is a life-and-death duel. It does not require any complex and strange moves, nor does it require any powerful internal force to fight each other. The life-and-death duel is a pure strength.

Whoever is quick means victory, and whoever can survive.

In this bet, the boy survived. However, the boy's laughing face disappeared, and there was no trace of pleasure because of victory. Some were just extremely heavy.

"I thought that in the face of the swordsman who was famous all over the world in the past, Han Wushuang, one of the six masters around King Zhao, my swordsmanship would be improved, but I didn't expect that I would still be the same."

It's still the same! What's wrong with it? The boy glanced at the two swords that had already appeared in his hand. Although they were also highly valuable and created by famous masters, they still couldn't match his growing cultivation.

The boy sighed slightly, took out the box from the old man's arms, and opened it.

"This is the real person pill."

The boy was playing with this dream-ridden real person pill in his hand, like a child playing with his toy. He had no intention of taking it. At least, there wasn't yet.

"not good!"

The young man threw the real person pill high, but suddenly felt a powerful aura coming from outside the door.

The man was very fast, so fast that even a young man had no time to react. Before the real person pill was dropped, he was taken away by the man.

"Who is it?"

The boy doesn't like this feeling, the feeling of being played with.

"Didn't you just say you want to kill me?"

The boy narrowed his eyes and looked at the childish boy in Jinyi in front of him, "You are Ying Ziyi."

"Bold, our young master's name is also what you can call it." The person who spoke was a despicable person standing behind Ying Ziyi. The boy noticed that he was the one who took away the real person pill from his hands.

"How did you notice this?"

"Just, outside of Xianyang City, someone wants to take my head. Shouldn't I know?"

Ying Ziyi's words were nothing wrong, but the young man was speechless.

"What do you want to do with your son?" The young man already felt that there were several powerful auras around the room, and he was surrounded!

Just when the boy was unable to move forward and retreat, a pair of ancient swords was brought in by the waiter outside the door.

"The Eight Swords of Yue, the Witch!"

The boy didn't even notice that when he said these words, his words revealed his excitement.

"Take them on, you will give up your former identity. From then on, you will be my sword slave."

"I agreed!" Without hesitation, the young man took the two swords and agreed to Ying Ziyi's request.

In the empty house, the rest were all scattered, only monkey and Ying Ziyi.

The monkey snatched the real person pill from the monster and handed it to Ying Ziyi.

"Young Master, we found out that this real person pill was not leaked from the Yin and Yang family." The monkey replied.
To be continued...