The system asked me to save people, and he agreed with his life

Yan Jinxi gently kicked the horse's stomach, approached Lin Shumo, and said condescendingly: "You should know what it means to follow others for no reason, and what you will face."

Lin Shumo seemed to be shocked by her appearance, looking at her with dull eyes, and nodded like a fool: "I know, it means provocation, and I deserve to be killed."

"So you know."

With a swish sound, the sound of Hua Nian drawing his sword woke up Lin Shumo.

He hurriedly took two steps back: "No, no, no, that's not the case. I, I just admire Mr. Xuelian, and I have no way to get to know him, so I got excited and bought information from Bai Xiaosheng and wanted to have a date with Mr. Xuelian. Encounter by chance..."

As he said that, he glanced at Xie Chenyuan carefully.

The annoyance in his eyes was about to become reality, and he never expected that Young Master Xuelian would actually be with the famous killer Bi'an.

But in order to look up to the person he admired and not want to miss the opportunity, he followed closely.

Yan Jinxi just watched his performance with a slight smile.

In fact, the acting is quite similar, and the performance of a fledgling who doesn't know the heights of the world and only acts based on his heart is very impressive.

At first glance, there is no flaw, but no matter how similar the disguise is, it is only superficial.

His breath was steady and calm, as if he had anticipated various consequences and was prepared to deal with them.

Since he announced his family name and said he was from the Qifeng Baolin family, then this person must exist and all his whereabouts can be followed.

There is very little information in the world that there is a way to buy from Bai Xiaosheng. He seemed to mention this inadvertently to increase his leverage among his peers.

The banquet was as he wished, and he chuckled: "You are quite capable, you can actually contact Bai Xiaosheng."

Lin Shumo was stunned for a moment, regretting his quick words.

"You can follow me if you want. In exchange, you can use a way to contact Bai Xiaosheng."

There were four people at once, one was smiling like a good friend chatting, two had cold and expressionless eyes, and one was pointing the tip of his sword at him.

He had no doubt that if he hesitated for too long a fight would eventually begin.

Originally wanting to use Bai Xiaosheng as a bargaining chip, he certainly would not let the plan that finally got to this point die.

Lin Shumo glanced at the cold Han Xue and nodded: "Okay!"

Hua Nian looked at Yan Jinxi, saw her gently nodding, and sheathed her sword.

Lin Shumo smiled happily, seemingly not minding the tense situation just now. He looked at Han Xue with admiring eyes and asked diligently: "Master Xuelian, do you want to take a carriage?"

Han Xue glanced at him, and he suddenly became even happier. From the structure of the carriage to the decoration inside, he was almost astonished to the heavens, as if not riding in his carriage would be a loss.

In Han Xue's opinion, although his young master is so powerful that he is probably on par with Bian An, he is actually still a spoiled child.

When Lin Shumo said that he wanted to let the carriage out and ride the horse, Han Xue asked the young master and Hua Nian to get into the carriage together.

The heaven-level killer on the left, the cold knight on the right, Lin Shumo felt weird sandwiched in the middle.

He seemed to be being held hostage rather than traveling in a friendly manner...

"Where are we going?" Lin Shumo asked tentatively.

Han Xue always had a cold face when facing strangers to show her unwillingness to communicate.

The closer Lin Shumo got, the more indifferent the atmosphere around him became. His eyes were staring straight ahead, and he was stingy with even the corner of his eye, let alone a reply.

Yan Jinxi raised the curtain of the carriage, looked at the coachman who was still acting, and secretly sighed at his dedication: "I heard that Lianzhou Zhao Wen's swordsmanship is outstanding. I really want to see it with my own eyes."

As for where Zhao Wan is and how to recruit people, of course it is left to Mr. Qifeng Baolin who insists on joining them.

If he can contact Bai Xiaosheng, he can naturally find Zhao Wan, who has not withdrawn from the world but rarely shows up.

Lin Shumo raised his chin with a proud look on his face: "I know this! In addition to Bai Xiaosheng, I am also a treasure trove of famous seniors and rising stars in recent years!"

Lianzhou Zhao was in vain, Lianzhou was his hometown.

When he was young, he also traveled to the ends of the world with his sword, and together with his like-minded partners, they were there wherever there was injustice.

Now he is only in his early forties, but he gradually faded out of the world many years ago and became one of the elders of the Wulin Alliance.

Only when something big happens in the world will he show up.

The hand that usually holds a sword is now holding a teacup.

There were two or three close friends around him, and each of them praised their own descendants. Somehow, they mentioned the ridiculous past events that happened when they were young and frivolous.

I don't know who suddenly sighed: "As for regrets, what I regret most is nineteen years ago..."

As soon as he started talking, the tea cup in Zhao Wan's hand was crushed to pieces by him.

He stood up abruptly: "I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

The quiet elegant room suddenly fell silent.

The person who mentioned what happened nineteen years ago was quite embarrassed, and he and the other two looked at each other in confusion. It was not until the door was slammed shut that the private room, which had been silent for a long time, heard a sound again.

These three people also have names and surnames in the world. Even now, there are still legends about them in the world.

"Zhao Fu's temper is getting worse." The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar by the window sneered. His name in the world was the Soul Seducer, and he claimed to be the ancestor of concealed weapons.

The person sitting next to him was called the Earth Lord. He was not tall, but was born with supernatural powers. He liked to pound his enemies into the soil, which saved him the effort of digging holes and burying corpses.

"It's his fault for his temper. There were eight of us together, four of us died, and there were only a few of us left, so he became the elder of the Wulin Alliance. I guess he will have to move up the rankings in this Wulin Competition. .”

There is another person who I can't help but mention nineteen years ago when we meet again. His face looks a little sad, and he is called the Suffering-Faced Buddha.

The bitter-faced Buddha slapped his mouth in annoyance: "It's my fault that I can't control my mouth. I have to mention nineteen years ago..."

"Is there anything I can't mention?" The seducer said disdainfully, "In the early years, Zhao Fu boasted a lot, saying that in the first battle that year, his swordsmanship surpassed that of the Sword Immortal, and he could force the Sword Immortal to die. He has contributed the most. Ever since he became the elder of the Martial Arts Alliance, Lao Shizi, he has not dared to mention what happened back then, and will lose face whenever he mentions it."

The Earth God and the Suffering Buddha couldn't help but think back to those days.

Even if so long has passed, it is still engraved in the memory.

Everyone wants to be famous in the world and be recognized at a glance without signing up for a number.

Being revered, feared, looked up to, and sought after by others makes people want to stop.

So, before someone launched a siege in the name of challenging the Sword Immortal, the people who had just made a name for themselves couldn't sit still.

If they can defeat Jianghu Shinhwa, they will also become myths.

It’s not that they don’t know what it means to be involved, they just choose not to think about it deeply.

The bitter-faced Buddha sighed habitually: "No wonder he is so embarrassed. He has already said that he has been uneasy for some reason in recent years. Whenever he thinks of what happened nineteen years ago, he always feels that his head is just sitting on his neck, and he can't even dream. I dreamed that the child of the sword fairy and the most beautiful woman came to seek revenge on him."

"Seeking revenge?" The seducer sneered, "Can you find it? We were all participants in the past, and we don't know who exactly is there. How did the child who doesn't know if he is still alive know about it?"