Everyone asks me

Probably a coincidence, Qian Ziwen thought.He simply jumped off the roof and landed soundlessly like a shadow.

Every time he took a step, the boy's eyes rolled with him.

Until finally Qian Ziwen stopped in front of the young man, their eyes met, his appearance was reflected in his blue and purple eyes, half of his face was covered by the black hood, he looked mysterious and not a good person .

With such aptitude and luck, his pupils were opened at a young age, no wonder he could see himself, Qian Ziwen was amazed.

Qian Ziwen has to revise his previous statement. Although this young man's swordsmanship is mediocre, his aptitude is astonishing, and he will become a great power in the future.

He didn't care that the boy was still staring at him, and he wanted to hook the boy's chin to take a closer look as soon as he stretched out his hand, but the boy turned his head away.

"May I ask senior for advice?" The young man opened his mouth, and a moving voice sounded like a guzheng, and the strings echoed endlessly for a long time.

The young man was good-looking, even though his brows were slightly frowning at this time and his appearance was indifferent, it was like the bright morning sun when the sky suddenly brightened, clean, pure and handsome so dazzling.

Well, not only does he look good, but his voice is also not bad, Qian Ziwen sighed.

This is probably the case for the proud son of heaven, who can make everyone look up and admire him once he is born.Ordinary people have spent more than a hundred years of cultivation, but they are still no match for the Son of Heaven who has been practicing for ten years. There is nothing more unfair than this.

Qian Ziwen had seen enough, and finally said: "I am tired from shopping, and I saw you practicing sword, so I came down to have a rest."

Tired of shopping?He saw this man stepping on the roof and flying around the entire Shanhai City, like a big bat, which is not what shopping should look like.

The young man raised his eyebrows, he didn't believe Qian Ziwen's lies at all.He took a step back, and said mercilessly: "I see that the direction senior came from was the City Lord's Mansion of Shanhai City. But the restrictions in the City Lord's Mansion have not been touched, and no guards have come to chase after him."

"It can be seen from this that senior's cultivation is extraordinary..." Before the young man could finish speaking, Qian Ziwen stopped him with the finger on his lips.

That finger was extremely cold, touching the boy's lips was like a piece of ice, which made him shiver.

Such behavior is enough to be called frivolous.

But Qian Ziwen withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, raised his lips and said with a smile: "Young man, did your teacher teach you not to be too smart sometimes. The more a smart person knows, the more likely he will be silenced..."

The chilly murderous intent approached him closely, as if an invisible hand was wrapping around his neck, and it might be crushed with one hand, the hairs on the back of the boy's neck stood up.

The young man suddenly realized that what this man said was true, he really wanted to kill himself.

"Hey, what are you afraid of?" The man in black approached.He blinked his eyes suddenly, and the young man saw the melting moonlight reflected in those light silver and gold eyes, which was so beautiful and enchanting.

Even though life and death were hanging by a thread, the young man couldn't help but froze for a moment, a short and short moment.

Who told that person's eyes to be so bright that he felt that he had no regrets in life just by looking at him?

When the man in black raised his hand, the young man realized that it was too late. This man might not really want to kill him...

However, what landed on his head was a hand, which rubbed the boy's hair a few times in a very rude manner, like petting a disobedient puppy.

"To scare you, I actually don't like to kill people." The man said with a smile, "I think you're funny with a straight face, so I just want to tease you."

What a weird person, the boy couldn't hold back after all, and avoided the hand that was making trouble on his head with a cold face.

"May I ask senior what advice you have?" The boy repeated again, already intending to chase away the guests.

Qian Ziwen was not angry either, he just sat on the stone bench beside him, and raised his chin at the young man again, "Continue to practice swordsmanship, I think your swordsmanship is pretty good."

When Qian Ziwen said so, the boy in white did the same.

He closed his eyes and grasped the sword. He was still a young man practicing sword under the moon just now. The sword energy was surging like the sea, and the waves rolled fiercely towards the sky, one wave higher than the other.

The sword energy has no substance, but the sword intent is enough to frighten people.

After the young man finished practicing this set of sword tactics, Qian Ziwen said: "It's very good, but it's not enough, just see how I make moves."

The sword in the young man's hand was taken away by him at some point. As soon as Qian Ziwen held the sword, his whole appearance changed, and the lazy energy before disappeared instantly.

He became cold and sharp, and just standing there was like a sword drawn from its sheath.

Qian Ziwen swung this sword. It was not a steep or arrogant sword light, but it opened up a world in the void, and the waves of the sea were absorbed in it, and the stars and Han were submerged in it, dazzlingly dazzling.

The momentary surge of sword intent was enough to amaze the young man's eyes and frighten his soul.

It turns out that apart from the swordsmanship handed down from the master, there are such people and such swords in the world.He was aroused to be competitive, wanted to fight him, wanted to compete with him openly!

When Qian Ziwen handed the sword to him again, the young man came back to his senses. He was holding the sword in a daze, unable to say a word.

Qian Ziwen didn't care about the boy's faux pas.He has always done whatever he wants, saying hello when he sees someone he likes, turning around and leaving when he gets tired, never missing anything.

He jumped onto the roof again, looking at the silver plate-shaped moon in the sky, he had lost interest in this boy.

"Senior's sword is good, but it's not the way I'm looking for." Suddenly a voice came from behind him, and the young man raised his head and his eyes sparkled, "I am Qi Youtian from the Taiyan sect, and one day I would like to have tea and discuss swords with my senior."

"Do you know who I am?" Qian Ziwen turned his head, and he looked down at the young man condescendingly, "I am a demon cultivator, and I have never been in the same way as your Taiyan sect."

magic repair?Qi Youtian who got the answer was only stunned for a moment, which is not surprising.

How can the righteous master be so mysterious and like a bat, who can't see anyone during the day, but wanders around in Shanhai City at night?

Qi Youtian paused for a moment, then said again: "But senior's sword is really good, I only look at the sword and not the person."

These words were naturally sincere, but Qian Ziwen ignored him at all, and waved at him perfunctorily, and once he got up, he fell into the darkness again.

It wasn't until Qian Ziwen sat on the tallest bell tower in Shanhai City, looking at the moon with the cold wind blowing, that he narrowed his eyes and smiled.

The Son of Destiny is really amazing, just this kind of courage to make friends calmly regardless of status, many people can't learn it in a lifetime.

Don't look at Qi Youtian is very young and immature now, in a few hundred years, he must be a character not to be underestimated.

Qian Ziwen rolled his eyes, and suddenly had an idea, he decided to join the Taiyan sect.

The Son of Destiny and the Demon Lord of the evil way are destined to be rivals.

Qi Youtian is the son of destiny who has only been born once in hundreds of years, and he, as the few remaining demons in the world, has to come out to weigh Qi Youtian's weight.

Calculating carefully, Qian Ziwen of the Zhengdao first gate, second floor, and third sect had been with five of them, but Taiyan sect was the only one where he had not received the true instruction.

Just go to see old acquaintances, and see if some people have improved after hundreds of years.If what he expected was right, he might still be Qi Youtian's junior junior.

Qian Ziwen clapped his hands lightly, and decided his future so casually.

Three days later, Qian Ziwen arrived at the venue where Taiyan Sect screened out disciples. There was a dense group of people, most of them were watching the excitement, but few signed up.

The Taiyan Sect's method of selecting disciples has always been strict. Except for the top-grade celestial roots that automatically pass the screening, the rest of them can only become Taiyan Sect disciples if they pass the initial test, the re-examination and the final competition.

Of course, there is also a special case like Li Tingyu.He came from a good family background, so he was forced into the list of the final competition.

Qian Ziwen was not so lucky, he could only choose the most primitive method, pass five levels and kill six generals, and forcibly carve a way out of the rough and unfeasible places.

When we arrived at the preliminary test site, many people had already commented on those who participated in the competition.These people don't have a high level of cultivation and vision, so they speculate on the outcome from some strange places.

From the fact that a teenager is destined to lose if he wears the wrong clothes, to another whose face is pale and dark, there are all kinds of statements, no matter how exaggerated or outrageous.

As soon as Qian Ziwen stood on the stage, those noisy and chaotic voices suddenly disappeared. In such a large area, even a needle could be heard clearly.

"This is the kid from the Qian family, but the one who has immortal roots is a pity that he has the qualifications of a furnace?"

"Of course it's him. There are not many people in Shanhai City who look like this. He should just stay there and enjoy his blessings. Why do he have to fight with these red-eyed lunatics?" Someone sighed and touched the front of him. Let him not block himself from reading Qian Ziwen.

Even Qian Ziwen's opponent couldn't help being stunned when he saw him, and couldn't think of fighting Qian Ziwen at all.

Such a good-looking person, but also a fragile talent, how can he stand up to himself?I'm afraid it will break if touched lightly.

A beauty should have some privileges. Anyway, it doesn't matter if you lose this game, you can always win it back later. It's better to please the beauty and make him happy.

The boy in purple and gold crown blinked and waved to the referee next to him, "My lord, I abstain from this match."

"Have you figured it out?" the referee sent by the Shanhai City Lord's Mansion asked as usual.

Before the boy in purple could answer, Qian Ziwen had already shook his head and refused: "It's not necessary, I may not lose."

But I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll hurt you, the purple-clothed boy frowned and thought.He raised his hand again, and insisted: "My lord, let Qianzi Wen win, and I will abstain."

Without waiting for Qian Ziwen to hold back anything, the purple-clothed boy shook his robe and jumped off the ring, already someone looked at him with admiration.

Only Qian Ziwen was a little melancholy.What he said was all the truth, but why didn't this man believe himself?

In the past, the famous demon king was pitied by a Qi cultivator, and Qian Ziwen thought it was not a good feeling.

Also feeling uncomfortable was Master Li, who saw what happened here at a glance from a higher stand.

Who else could cause such a commotion besides Qian Ziwen?The day before yesterday, I personally brought a gift to his house to apologize, who would have thought that Qian Ziwen would simply close the door and disappear, which made Master Li feel ashamed.

The furnace that Mozun admired was about to fight and kill people, and Master Li felt a headache just thinking about it.

He simply stopped reading Qianzi Wen, and just sold his son to the Taiyan disciple next to him: "Really Qi, Tingyu is a good young swordsman. He has a resolute character and is not moved by foreign objects. Is that how it should be?"

Qi Youtian's eyes stopped on Li Tingyu who was standing beside him for a moment, and he shook his head quite straightforwardly: "Everyone's way is different, why do you force him to practice the ruthless way?"

Master Li's breathing stopped for a moment, these words really made his heart suffocate.