Riding a horse north, especially riding alone to the north, Li Fuyao felt that he had the style of the heroes he had mentioned back then. Unfortunately, the horse under his crotch was really not very sensible. After walking dozens of miles, he was so tired that he foamed at the mouth.

Li Fuyao didn't realize anything was abnormal at first, but after the trees on both sides disappeared slowly, they looked down at the condition of the horse. It didn't matter when they saw it, and they looked at the white foam beside its big mouth, which scared Li Fuyao. This guy finally waited for him for a day and a night, and it would be too unworthy to die in this wilderness.

After turning over and dismounting the horse, he looked carefully and realized that the horse was just exhausted. Li Fuyao, who breathed a sigh of relief, did not continue to rush forward. He tied the horse in a place that was enough to make it eat. Then he sat down on the big bluestone beside him, untied the sword box behind him, took out the blue-wire sword from the sword box, placed it on his knees, and looked at the empty sword box again in a blink of an eye.

Li Fuyao looked melancholy, and his uncle thanked the 6th place to give Xiaoxue. Although he didn't take out the Xiaoxue sword to fight the enemy before, when he was raising the sword, he could still remember the strange woman, Uncle Master. Now that he left the Xiaoxue sword to Li Xiaoxue, he wouldn't be able to see it anymore, and he felt empty in his heart.

However, even though there was only one black hair left in the sword box, Li Fuyao never thought of putting it away, and hanging the black hair around his waist was because the sword box was given by another uncle Liu Yibai, and the other was that he always felt that it was not very convenient to carry a sword around his waist, and in addition to this, it was also to cover up his eyes and ears.

Maybe he is the first swordsman in the world to have no sword hanging around his waist.

Sitting on the bluestone and bored, Li Fuyao thought about it all the time. Although the destination of this trip north was the demon land, there was still a long way to go before going to the demon land. He had to use this route to raise his realm from the black hair to Taiqing. However, when he thought of this, Li Fuyao smiled bitterly. From the black hair to Taiqing, this was simple, but it was really not that simple. It took him so many days to become a swordsman in the black hair. It would definitely be even more difficult to go from the black hair to Taiqing.

He was not the senior who wrote that manuscript of the poem, and he could enter the morning and evening, and the spring and autumn at dusk.

Just thinking about this incident, Li Fuyao became more and more confused. Since this senior

With such great ability, why has he never heard his uncles talk about his deeds, even if it was just a few words.

But after all, this time I moved from the sword energy realm to the blue silk realm, thanks to this senior. The sword energy in the manuscript of the poem looked messy, but in fact, when he stabbed him, he helped him sort out all the sword energy in his meridians. Although he did not enter the Ling Mansion, it was extremely good no matter how he looked at it.

Li Fuyao vaguely felt that if it weren't for the existence of this manuscript of poetry that had been too long, his sword energy would have almost disappeared. I think it would be because of his Li Fuyao's sword energy realm that he would either die on the spot or be seriously injured.

A swordsman who had crossed the Spring and Autumn Period and came to the Land of the Tower. The remaining sword energy in the poems he wrote casually back then could help Li Fuyao go from the Sword Qi Realm to the Blue Wire Realm. If that senior still exists in the world, what kind of style would it be?

I am afraid that even if I lose to the saint of Yunduan, there are not many people in the mountains and rivers who can fight against him, right?

Xu Ji, the ancestor of Jianshan, was recognized as the best swordsman in the mountains and rivers before he made that sword. It was even generally believed that the prospects were better than Chao Qingqiu. When he became a sword immortal, no one would be unable to overcome that hurdle because Xu Ji would not be able to overcome that hurdle for Jianshan. Later, for Jianshan, Xu Ji insisted on using that sword, ruining his hope for Jianxian. In fact, everyone knew why.

Even Xu Ji knew it.

If there were no plans by monks of the Three Sects, no one would believe it.

But even so, Xu Ji, who could realize that this was inappropriate, still resolutely used the sword, so that Shanhe knew that Jianshan should not be deceived!

With such a mighty spirit, even if you fail to become a sword immortal, you will be destined to be remembered for a long time.

I talked about the swordsman with the ancestor Xianyan before, and the ancestor pointed out a few words. In fact, Li Fuyao also knew the meaning. Even the swordsman who became a swordsman is something that the three religions do not want to see. If another swordsman has the hope of becoming the second swordsman in the past six thousand years, I am afraid that before that day, just showing some signs will be strangled.

Li Fuyao is still in a black hair realm now, and he can't feel much. As his realm rises little by little, I'm afraid he won't be like this.

I feel it.

Why have swordsmen often appeared in the demonic land for the past six thousand years? This alone is enough to make people think deeply.

After thinking too much and having no idea, Li Fuyao simply shook his head and stopped thinking about it. After putting away the black-haired sword, standing up, he saw that the horse was much better than before, so he took the horse and didn't dare to ride it anymore. He just led the horse forward.

Although Li Fuyao did not walk on the official road this time, to be honest, this path is still quite spacious.

One person and one horse, not crowded.

Li Fuyao patted his waist. If he had placed it in the past, he would have had a pot of wine hanging around his waist while walking.

After several steps, Li Fuyao suddenly stood there on the spot. He lowered his head and calculated with his fingers. After half a quarter of an hour, he remembered that today was his birthday. After today, he could no longer say what the young man said.

Thinking of the words Li Wenjing took for him, Li Fuyao smiled.

After leaving Baiyu Town, to Jianshan, from Jianshan to Luoyang City, it has been four years in a blink of an eye.

Li Fuyao reached out to compare with his chest, and then touched his head. He vaguely remembered that he was so tall when he was in Baiyu Town that year, but now he saw that he was so tall.

Li Fuyao laughed loudly.

What he didn't know was that at this moment, on the mountains on both sides of the distance, a group of bandits stared at Li Fuyao. One of the burly men took a big knife and watched Li Fuyao wiggle and beat the spot alone. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the boss beside him who was dressed differently from the bandits, and asked in a question, "Brother, do you think this guy is really a fool?"

A man with a big flesh mole grows between his eyebrows and eyes scolded, "Have you seen a fool who knows meditating?"

The strong man was speechless for a moment.

The man lowered his voice and said, "Tell me brothers, that boy's horse will definitely not be able to escape after taking the grass we have put on medicine. Try to be more kind when going down the mountain later."

Once this sentence was said, it was not only the strong man, but even the bandits around him were extremely helpless.

deportment?

When a bandit, it still pays attention to this thing?

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Chapter completed!