Heizi did not do this at the beginning when he landed on the plaque, but when Leng Xiaobai came back, he threw it out casually without thinking about the position to throw it out in advance. It happened to be the point on the word "sword".

The Treasure of the Sect should have a very mysterious place, and it also needs a look that makes people look precious. The White Sword not only does not have a gorgeous appearance, but also has the appearance that is no different from the scrap iron swords that the blacksmith shop does not have. It is placed in a very noble position, but it has the momentum of the Treasure of the Sect.

The style of Yangzhou City is as always, with the flowers on the upper floors waving without feeling tired, and some young men who have walked on the road will smile very gentlemanly. The two of them may not be so lonely at night.

The popularity of Yijianmen calmed down after three days. On this day, a man sent a post with only the word "Boss" written on the post. He put a black piece of paper from Burial Dragon Valley in the post. Old Pan didn't know why he sent this post to Leng Xiaobai. This was the first post after Yijianmen was established. It was either red or in other colors. A black piece of paper was placed in the blood-red post.

Leng Xiaobai opened the post. Although he knew what was written in advance, he still took a look. The words "Burning Dragon Valley" were written on the black paper, and it was written in cinnabar.

"Put this post away."

Leng Xiaobai handed the post to Lao Pan. According to the rules, the first post after opening the door should be collected. Whether it is a good thing or a swearing person, it should be collected.

Old Pan was puzzled and did this according to Leng Xiaobai's request. Several disciples outside the door didn't understand, so they walked in and asked.

"Master, the post just now looks a bit weird. Is someone going to call me?"

Chen Feng said worriedly that, logically speaking, there should be many people coming to worship the sect when a sect appears. Except for the physical gangster, no one appears in front of Yijian. This is like something that everyone agrees with, but at this time it subverts everyone's cognition.

"That's for me, and it's also for Yijianmen. No matter what the result is, a post like this will be followed. Unless Yijianmen has the strength to be true in the world, if you want that strength, you can only grow up."

Leng Xiaobai looked at the few people in front of him, not everyone was left here. After the establishment of Yijianmen, Leng Xiaobai sent Guo Yunjie and Guo Yuntong to Fang Er's money shop. The youth affairs were a very beneficial opportunity.

Leng Xiaobai didn't expect that at this age, they would use a sword as their life's thing. Such a life would have no meaning, and even lose its meaning as a person.

Chen Feng was puzzled. Whose posts must be followed. When they saw the person who sent the post, they were very rude and just put the post here casually, and even no other words appeared.

"What should we do if someone calls us now? The master is not in the door, what should we do?"

Chen Feng heard about Tang Feng and the other two being defeated outside the door, and could not even hold on to five moves. This was a very depressing thing for them.

"You don't believe that you can do it well before something has happened? As a senior brother, you have lost your composure."

Leng Xiaobai suddenly said with anger that among the ten people, he valued the most was Chen Feng and Du Lin. One could take on everything, at least he had such courage, and the other was that he had a calm mind and could move forward slowly in the torrent.

Leng Xiaobai stood up, his eyes suddenly became a little deeper. He just glanced at Chen Feng, turned around and came to the front yard martial arts training ground, took out a sword from the sword pavilion, and said to the people in the living room.

"As a swordsman, the first thing you need is to move forward, and to fight timidly before you start, there will be a result. It is not a problem for you to die. The problem is that you will completely lose what you want to protect because of your timidity."

Leng Xiaobai's sword was not in his hand, but in his heart, he sharpened the sword so sharply, as if he was waiting to give a fatal blow to those who were damaging to him at any time.

"Take your sword out of the sword pavilion."

Listening to Leng Xiaobai's words, several people took their swords off the sword pavilion, and they used the posture of standing with the sword in a very good manner. Holding the sword behind them would neither hurt others nor themselves.

"From now on, you need to keep your sword inseparable. The sword is just a tool for the people of our Yijianmen. There is no nonsense about the sword being there. If the sword is broken, it will be replaced with another one."

Leng Xiaobai said to everyone.

"The post just now was sent by the boss. All the sects in the entire Central Plains went to the Burial Dragon Valley for martial arts competition. The strongest person who ended the competition would get two pots of wine."

Leng Xiaobai paused for a moment and looked at Du Lin beside Chen Feng who was still afraid.

"Who is the boss? Why can he gather all the sects in the Central Plains? Could it be that no one else here comes forward? It's because he posted a post?"

These words were originally asked by Chen Feng, and Du Lin also knew that Chen Feng would not be able to recover in a short period of time, so he could only ask for it himself.

"The boss is the boss. This is his name. Although he has no sects, he can completely disappear with just one sentence. It is almost impossible to escape in front of his posts."

When Chen Feng learned that the post was so dangerous, he was even worse. His body, which could have been stable before, had already begun to tremble.

"The time is set tomorrow. You all go back and prepare. Burial Dragon Valley is a very good place to make your heart more stable. You need to fight with others."

Leng Xiaobai walked to Chen Feng, pulled his collar with one hand, and said to Du Lin beside him.

"Come here too."

There were only Tang Feng and the other two left in the yard. Seeing Chen Feng leaving, she was very embarrassed, as if Leng Xiaobai didn't pick him up, and it was almost impossible to watch himself walk over.

"The rest of the people practice swords well, and use the sword in your hands to practice against the air in front of you."

Leng Xiaobai did not return to the living room, but turned around and walked out. One pedestrian after another walked past the door. Seeing Chen Feng in Leng Xiaobai's hand, several people knew him pointed at them, the master and the apprentice, and said something like "The master is not like a master, and the apprentice is not like a disciple."

"If you can leave, don't pretend here."

Leng Xiaobai threw Chen Feng forward, and threw the sword in his hand next to him. Du Lin, who was standing behind him, couldn't help but take two steps back, but stopped when he was about to take back the third step. Leng Xiaobai stopped him.

"I'll take you to a place."

The south gate of Yangzhou City is extraordinary and lively. Almost all of them are blocked by pedestrians coming and going, and several of them are dressed like those who sent posts to Yijianmen.
Chapter completed!