"You're too risky."

Wen Guanyue stood quietly on the hill of the Dead River. The old man with three scars on his face walked behind him and said in a cold voice.

"If even this girl in Bashan Sword Field can beat me, then what if I bet on them?"

Wen Guanyue looked at the turbid river with a look of indifference, "There is no risk in this world that is not risky, only a designed gambling game."

The old man lowered his eyelids, said no more, and turned around and left.

Wen Guanyue stood quietly on the riverside waiting.

He is nameless in Changling and the entire world of cultivators, so although more and more people are coming, not many people have noticed his existence.

He just looked at the terrain of this sword land, including the softness of each piece of land, and the long grass and short grass, in his eyes and remembered it in his heart.

He even put most of the places into practice.

Not many people noticed his existence, which does not mean that no one noticed his existence.

In an ordinary carriage, a practitioner in a black shirt quietly watched his every move.

This practitioner himself is also very young, and his face seems to be at most five or six years older than Wen Guanyue. However, when he looked at Wen Guanyue, he naturally regarded Wen Guanyue as a junior in his heart.

However, he practiced to the middle level of the fifth level at the age of twenty. People like Wen Guanyue are of course rare geniuses in the world. Those who can have such talent and be so meticulous and serious are far superior to those of their peers in their minds.

Although few people in the world of practitioners believe in the absolute theory of astrology and fortune, the emergence of such young practitioners in Changling made him think of the saying that the fortune of astrology and fortune in Changling a few years ago said by those star officials.

At this moment, a servant came to the side of the window of his carriage, bowed to him in the carriage, and did not speak, but directly handed him a wax-sealed letter from the window.

The black-shirt practitioner was a little surprised when he saw the letter. After he opened the letter and read it carefully, when he saw the signature at the end of the letter, he couldn't help but shake his head and smiled slightly mockingly.

He started killing people at the age of thirteen, and it took another nine years before he finally got what he is today

Ling's status has become Ye Xiao who controls many shameful small businesses in Changling and becomes a member of the Changling clan. But of course he knows that he can gain the recognition of countless people in the martial arts world and become the controller and intermediary of many business, not only because he is the outer branch of the Nangong family, not only because he has a group of brothers who are as brave and desperate as him, but the biggest reason is that he is the most credible person in the martial arts world.

People like him naturally do not pursue pure interests.

He followed the rules that Changling had.

So even though he knew that Zheng Xiu from Jiaodong County was not an ordinary woman, he knew that Zheng Xiu could bring him more benefits, but if he violated his roots, he would not be his true friend.

Business is business. If you can follow Changling's existing rules, you can follow his rules and of course you can cooperate.

But if you can't, everything will be stopped.

....

In the eyes of the old man with three scars on his face, Wen Guanyue bet on this dumb flower sword for three years was too risky, but in the eyes of many people who arrived on the river one after another, Wang Jingmeng and Xinlan came out to compare the sword, which was a bigger adventure.

Although Wang Jingmeng blocked the sword of the divine mind practitioner who assassinated Gongsun Qianxue and allowed him and Gongsun Qianxue to survive, his reputation naturally reached its peak in the world of practitioners, however, in the heroic city of Changling, there are more ordinary people who have no idea about these power realms.

What they want to watch is lively and beautiful successive victory.

Many practitioners seem to be famous to them, but they can’t tell why they are famous and what kind of celebrity they are.

A young man from the Shanye Sect who came from afar and avenged his masters constantly defeated the celebrities in the city, which gave them endless imagination and even gave them the feeling that sparrows could gradually fly up to the branches and turn into phoenixes.

This kind of desire that ordinary people cannot do but have in their hearts is easier to empathize and their emotions are more likely to be motivated when they see someone who can realize it step by step.

In any dynasty or era, it is not these practitioners who are truly creating wealth, but the vast majority of ordinary people.

The one who truly decides the outcome of a war on the battlefield is not the very few practitioners, but the general who gathers into a large army.

Communicate.

For the superiors, these ordinary people are naturally ignorant.

They are easily incited by some things and ignorantly sent to death, but they are also easily entangled by daily trivial matters and quickly forget about some things.

After Wang Jingmeng was injured, he had not come out to compete in swords for many days. His previous momentum had been gradually forgotten. This time, Yan Xinlan represented him and Bashan Sword Field. If he was defeated, ordinary people would naturally feel that Bashan Sword Field was not good.

In the eyes of these people, Wang Jingmeng avenged Gu Liren was just a reason, and what he finally curled was a storm.

Compared with finding out the real murderer behind the killing of Gu Liren, the powerful people in Changling and even the various dynasties were more concerned about what kind of benefits they could get in this storm.

Some people hope that the more severe the storm comes, the better.

Yingwu is one of them.

He has always been neglected in Changling, so except for those who he really trusted, no one else knew that the eldest prince was also waiting for the battle in a carriage by the river.

He was very confident in Wang Jingmeng.

But Yan Xinlan... a girl who looks like an ordinary person is really as powerful as Wang Jingmeng said?

But he was a little anxious.

...

Near noon, a carriage passed through the crowd and appeared in his sight.

The crowd that had been waiting for a long time was a little turbulent because many people knew the coachman who was driving the carriage, who was the coachman who had helped Wang Jingmeng drive the car before.

So soon everyone realized that the people from Bashan Sword Field arrived.

But this carriage is a little different today than usual.

As the carriage was moving, it was a bit of a sudden jump. As the carriage jumped, there were some roaring sounds in the carriage, and even the hissing sound of wind flowed between the wooden cracks.

Ying Wu felt the breath in the carriage, and his anxiety became even worse in an instant.

Wen Guanyue looked at the carriage, and his face was as calm as before, but a voice sounded in his heart, "I used spiritual medicine to forcibly improve my true energy cultivation. Even the realm of true energy has not been stable, so I want to compete with me for a sword?"

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