Lunchtime arrived, and countless people entered the tavern one after another, discussing what had happened at Qianfo Temple the day before.
"Have you heard about what happened yesterday? King Huanxi led his men to disrupt the Heroes' Gathering and fought a life-or-death battle with the righteous heroes. The waves of people carrying knives and spears that just passed by were all people who came down from Thousand Buddha Temple."
"After this battle, I think no one will want to hold a martial arts tournament again. The last martial arts tournament was disrupted by Fairy Duanhun, and this time it was disrupted by the people of Erhuanxi Valley. Sigh!"
"Actually, if you look closely, both martial arts tournaments were for the sake of Fairy Duanhun. This martial arts tournament was disrupted by the Valley Master of Joyful Valley in order to find Fairy Duanhun."
"Huh? Is that really true?"
"Of course, ten years ago, the Valley Master of Joyful Valley and the Soul-Severing Fairy had an affair..." Before he could finish speaking, a flying knife fell from the roof and landed on the table where the speaker was eating.
A cold voice said, "Dare to speak ill of the Soul-Severing Fairy again, and you will be killed without mercy!"
The man recognized the voice of the person who had been bound by the heart and was so frightened that he stammered, "I didn't know the Valley Master was here. I was just talking nonsense. I apologize to the Valley Master and Fairy Duanhun."
The two bowed respectfully. After a long while, they heard no more sound. They mustered their courage and went out to look, only to find that there was no one on the roof. They couldn't help but sigh that they had managed to save their lives. They never expected to encounter that great demon in this desolate tavern, and almost lose their lives here.
The two of them dared not eat any more. They paid, took their food, and hurried on their way.
Fu Xin bought a horse from the market in front of him, and rode it aimlessly.
On this day, we arrived in Lingdong.
In the wilderness, he let his horse graze, and lay on the grass watching the clouds drift by in the sky, each cloud displaying a different shape.
Just as I was relaxing and my thoughts were wandering, I heard the sound of swords clashing, mixed with shouts from the crowd.
Fu Xin frowned, silently glancing at the cloud in the sky that looked like a pig. A sense of irritation rose in her heart. Everywhere she went, she felt like she was in the martial world. She was really tired.
A man in white leaped toward Fuxin's horse, pursued by countless soldiers. As he passed Fuxin, he glanced at him, his expression one of utter astonishment.
"It's you!"
Fu Xin opened her eyes. It was Jin Wuhuan!
This world is truly small.
Jin Wuhuan snorted coldly, mounted the horse that bound his heart, patted its rump, and rode away quickly.
Fu Xin's eyes darkened, she put her finger to her lips and snapped her fingers. The horse that had already galloped away suddenly stopped, let out a long neigh, turned around and galloped back for a while.
Jin Wuhuan was furious and had no choice but to dismount and run outside, shouting, "You bastard, one day I will avenge the destruction of your sect!"
Exterminate the religion?
Has the evil cult been destroyed?
A thought flashed through Fu Xin's mind, and she no longer wanted to think about it.
He pulled a rope from his pocket, flicked his wrist, and the rope flew out, wrapping around Jin Wuhuan's ankle. With another flick of his wrist, Jin Wuhuan was pulled back and flew into the group of people who had been chasing him. He fell from the air and landed on the grass, where he was surrounded by the crowd.
Those people were overjoyed. They were worried that Jin Wuhuan's lightness skill was so outstanding that they couldn't catch up with him. Unexpectedly, someone would come to their aid and send Jin Wuhuan back.
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