Have you heard?

"Has the One-Swordsman struck again?"

Who is the One-Knife Swordsman?

"Is that the mysterious swordsman who wiped out the Qingfeng bandits?"

Why is he called "One-Sword Man"?

"Because he only needs one strike to kill."

"Just today, he killed Liu Hu, the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold, and He Bao, the third-in-command!"

"Who told you that?"

“My cousin works in the constable's office; he's the one who collects the bodies.”

"Moreover, all the city gates are now under martial law, and the city guards and constables are searching the entire city for Li Yuan, the chief of Black Wind Stronghold."

"What? He's in the city too?"

"right!"

The person was killed at noon.

The news spread in the afternoon.

It was spread by a concerned citizen whose cousin was a police officer.

Li Fan was dubbed the "One-Knife Master".

......

"Yidao, notify all martial artists to be careful these next few days."

"Also, don't spread rumors outside that our martial arts school has a connection with that mysterious swordsman."

"Fei'er, don't run around these next few days."

At Tieshan Martial Arts School, upon learning that Li Fan had made another move, Hu Tieshan summoned Hu Yidao and Hu Fei.

He knew how ruthless Li Yuan, the leader of Black Wind Stronghold, was.

If he knew that Hu Fei knew Li Fan.

Then he will definitely massacre the Tieshan Martial Arts School.

"Father, I understand!"

"Grandpa, I will be practicing martial arts at home for the next few days."

"Lord Li has arrived!"

Just then, a deep, resonant voice came from outside the door.

A martial arts instructor led Li Feiyu into the martial arts hall.

"Greetings, Lord Li!"

"Master Hu, I want to know the name and appearance of the swordsman who wiped out the Qingfeng bandits!"

"Xiao Fei, you tell Lord Li!"

"Lord Li, if I may be so bold as to ask, what do you want with that swordsman?"

Hu Fei looked at Li Feiyu with a determined expression.

If Li Feiyu wants to capture Fan Ge, then I won't say anything.

"Li Yuan is still in the city. I want to find him and warn him to be careful!"

"That's all?"

"Hu Fei, how dare you be rude!"

"It's alright!"

Li Feiyu looked at Hu Fei with a smile and asked, "Hu Fei, are you interested in becoming my apprentice?"

Li Feiyu's words surprised Hu Tieshan and Hu Yidao.

Frankly speaking, Hu Fei's talent is not worthy of Li Feiyu personally taking him on as a disciple.

Li Feiyu is not only a seventh-grade Innate Perfection cultivator, but he is also only forty years old.

Reaching the eighth rank of Sky Soaring is only a matter of time.

Hu Fei was already twenty years old, but he was only at the third level of the Marrow Cleansing Realm, which didn't seem like a genius at all.

"Greetings, Master!"

"You're quite clever!"

"Master, the swordsman is called Li Gui. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a short stature, carries a large cleaver, and keeps a black dog."

After Hu Fei finished speaking, Li Feiyu glanced at him.

"I suddenly want to take back what I said!"

"Master, you can't go back on your word!"

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

"I can find him even without asking you!"

Li Feiyu didn't dwell on it and turned to leave.

He was quite satisfied with Hu Fei's character.

......

"Sir, our shop has tiger penis. Oh, Uncle Li, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing the person who came, Yang Xiaoqian decisively stopped her sales pitch.

This uncle had only recently arrived in Guangnan County.

Although she never buys anything when she comes, she has great respect for her grandfather.

She had always wanted to know why, but neither Uncle Li nor her grandfather would tell her.

"Xiaoqian, where is your grandfather?"

"Old man, Uncle Li is here!"

"Get him out of here! He asks all sorts of questions all day but never buys anything!"

From behind the shop came Yang Dong's roar.

"Uncle Li, that's just his temper, don't mind it!"

"Xiaoqian, you go about your business, I'm going in to check on him!"

......

"Hello, Mr. Yang!"

Seeing you makes me feel terrible.

"I'd like to ask you about someone."

"Two days ago, Yan Mingshu of the Zhenwu Division bought two jugs of Shiquan Babian Wine for ten taels of silver."

"I only have two taels of silver on me. I'll keep one tael for food and give you the remaining one tael."

Li Feiyu took out a piece of broken silver and handed it over.

"You poor wretch, and you call yourself the chief constable of Guangnan County?"

Yang Dong did not accept the money.

"Li Fan, in his early twenties, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall and slender figure."

"Just as dashing as I was twenty years ago!"

"He carried a broken knife and raised a wolf cub with white fur and a tuft of blue fur on its forehead."

"Thank you, Elder Yang!"

"I'd be grateful if you just stayed away from me!"

......

As Li Feiyu walked out of Yang's shop, his expression turned cold again.

He was very uncomfortable forcing a smile.

But when it comes to that person, you have to get used to it.

Twenty years ago, a hermit in the northern frontier used the lives of 100,000 living people to refine a blood elixir.

He was one of the few survivors out of 100,000 people.

Heavy snow blankets the northern frontier, and a swordsman arrives in the human world.

Even immortals are nothing but souls beneath the sword.

This poem was written by that swordsman after racking his brains.

Of course, it was on his back.

The swordsman thought he was going to die, but he didn't.

The young man was naive and did not pass on the knowledge.

For this reason, few people in the world know that a swordsman once slew an immortal in the northern frontier.