Global Selection: Only I Know the Story

After hearing the order, the disciples of the Xueshan Sect no longer hesitated and used Qinggong one after another to come to the little beggar.

"Draw out the sword!"

The big men dug into their pockets and each pulled out a soft sword, which was even more dazzling with fluorescent light.

A soft sword was stretched straight and turned into a sword net, surrounding the young general Hanako.

In terms of concealment, the Soft Sword is indeed a must-have artifact for killing people at home, and it is quite convenient.

Usually worn around the waist, it can also be used as a belt.

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Of course, there are also disadvantages. If it is not sharp, it will not kill anyone. If it is too sharp, it will not be good even if it cuts the waistband, not to mention cutting the egg.

"It's a murder, please help. The bandits have entered the city and are here to kill me, a little beggar!"

The little beggar shouted while chewing sesame seed cakes.

The crowd around them continued to retreat and formed a large circle. They looked lively and the whole process was extremely smooth.

On the contrary, the few hawking men next to me were a little depressed.

"Little beggar, don't pretend to be a fool, give you a chance, hand over these and this piece of iron honestly, and we will write it off!"

Bai Wanjian snorted, held down the hilt of the sword, and slowly approached.

This piece of iron is called Xuan Tie Ling, and it was the gift of Xie Yanke, a layman from Motian.

Xie Yanke gave his benefactor three Black Iron Tokens that could make him do anything.

Two of them had been used and were recovered and destroyed by Xie Yanke. The remaining one disappeared without a trace after the death of the benefactor.

Although Xie Yanke is both good and evil, and has killed countless people, he has always kept his promise. As long as he holds the Black Iron Order, there will be no problem even if he commits suicide.

Nowadays, the Snow Mountain Sect does have a major issue. The sect has no choice but to count on the experts to help.

Bai Wanjian and others still have some ideas, and they dare not expect Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, National Master Daoji and others to take action.

After thinking about it, Xie Yanke is the only one who is reliable among the experts who might take action.

Everyone spent a lot of favors and gold and silver, and finally learned that the Black Iron Order was in Wu Daotong's hands.

Wu Daotong's martial arts was mediocre. Although he had the Black Iron Order, he could not find Xie Yanke, so he had to hide his name and sell sesame cakes in a remote alley in Jiangzhou City while looking for opportunities to find him.

When Bai Wanjian and Feng Wanli learned the news, they quickly led people to find him and stopped Wu Daotong at the place where he was selling sesame cakes.

Their martial arts skills were much higher than Wu Daotong's, and they easily controlled Wu Daotong.

Wu Daotong used the excuse that Xuan Tie Ling was at home and wanted to go back to get it.

The two of them did not have any suspicion, so they followed Wu Daotong to his house with a group of fellow apprentices, leaving a random person to guard the sesame cake stall.

When they arrived at the place, Wu Daotong was unable to hand over anything and was extremely uncooperative. He even planned to pick up the plane and escape, but they accidentally killed him.

The two of them suddenly thought that something was wrong, and hurried back to the sesame cake stall with others. They happened to see the little beggar pick up a brick, knock out the guarding disciple skillfully, and then snatched the last sesame cake that Wu Daotong pinched, and turned around. run.

The two of them suddenly woke up, their mentality exploded, and they staged the previous scene.

"No, why should I give you the piece of iron that I ate out of my own ability?" The little beggar curled his lips, obviously not intending to betray their account.

"killed!"

Bai Wanjian was angry and anxious. He snorted coldly and waved his hand.

"yes!"

Everyone in the Snow Mountain Sect had long been disgusted by this little beggar. When they heard Bai Wanjian's order, they immediately agreed loudly.

The sword light flashed and they were chopped down one after another.

"Help, if I die, they will snatch the iron piece away!"

The little beggar was shocked, swallowed the last bite of sesame seed cake, burped, and shouted.

"You are so impudent!"

The white shadow flashed, and an old man in white seemed to appear out of thin air, appearing next to the little beggar.

The old man waved his hand, his inner energy surged, and the soft swords were involuntarily entangled together, as if they had become a big iron ball.

"The Snow Mountain Sect is indeed becoming more and more ineffective. It is like a frog in a well and is arrogant and crazy. You disciples and disciples are even more embarrassed."

The old man in white smiled coldly, turned his palm over, and pressed it suddenly on the iron ball.

All the disciples of the Xueshan Sect groaned, hurriedly let go and fell to the ground.

"Your Excellency is good at martial arts."

Bai Wanjian and Feng Wanli stood side by side, looking a little ugly.

The old man in white obviously had extremely deep internal skills, and the two of them might not even be able to defeat him.

They disguised themselves as merchants because they were afraid of unexpected changes. Now that the Black Iron Order is in front of them, things are getting more and more complicated.

"The flattery is good. It's indeed good martial arts." The old man said calmly.

"What do you call your Excellency?" Feng Wanli asked.

"If I don't change my name when I'm walking, and if I don't change my surname when I'm sitting down, I'm the king of heaven. I'm asking the heaven!" The old man laughed.

"You are the left envoy of light of my Sun and Moon God Sect!"

Feng Wanli was shocked and took a step back.

"Hahaha, you have some knowledge, get out!"

Xiang Wentian laughed loudly with disdain on his face.

The Sun and Moon God Sect in this world is not as rampant as in Xiaoao, but it is still the mortal enemy of the May Sword Sect.

Like the Ming Cult, it is one of the top evil sects.

The leader of this version of the Five Mountains Alliance is Mu Renqing, the head of the Huashan Sect Sword Sect.

Although Zuo Lengchan was talented, insidious and vicious, he was not good at martial arts, so he could only act like a younger brother and hold the title of deputy alliance leader.

Old Zuo had no other choice. He found that even if he could deal with Mu Renqing, the enemies of Huashan Sect were extremely perverted, and there seemed to be a human immortal master. He couldn't deal with the human immortal, right?

If he really wanted to die, the whole family of Songshan Sect would die inexplicably, and there would be no place to reason.

"Grandpa, you are so awesome!"

The little beggar's eyes lit up, revealing a naive expression.

"Little brother, is my trick good? Do you want to learn?" Xiang Wentian laughed and looked at the little beggar.

"Then what's the price?" The little beggar asked with a grin.

"No price is needed. You are smart and clever, and you are very much to my taste. Otherwise, you can give me the broken iron piece in your hand, which will be considered as a gift for apprenticeship."

Xiang Wentian frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong, but couldn't say it.

For such a rare opportunity, shouldn't you kowtow and become an apprentice immediately under normal circumstances?

How can someone be so calm as to ask the price first? Are all the little beggars now so steady?

"It's OK to become a disciple, but I haven't heard of the old man's name." The little beggar thought for a while and shook his head.

"Whose name have you heard of? Qin Shihuang? Guan Erye? Zhuge Liang?"

Xiang Wentian didn't have any negative emotions and smiled casually.

No matter how famous he was, he didn't think that a little beggar on the street could recognize him. It would be a miracle if he could really recognize him.

"My father said that there are many masters in the world, but apart from the monks and Taoists, there are not many. I asked my father who I could become a disciple if I sneaked out. My father said that he didn't know much about female masters, but for men, there was a senior official named Huang Shang in our Song Dynasty who was quite capable. Then he said that I was stupid and it was a bit too high to become a disciple of Huang Shang. If I had to settle for the next best thing, there was a man named He Zudao who was also okay. If it was worse, Mu Renqing could also be considered."

The little beggar laughed: "I don't know if the old man can compare to Huang Shang, or He Zudao, or Mu Renqing?"