I was threatened by a super fierce apprentice

Although the small town of Linlang is located in a remote place, thousands of miles away from the town, it is full of people and bustling at this moment.

Only at the end of the street, the flow of people is still relatively small, a shop stands at the end, and the sign of "Lin Qingge" hangs obliquely on the top of the shop, which seems a bit funny.

At this time, there was only a young man with his chin on the counter of the pawn shop, holding a fan in his hand, spreading it out and tapping the counter lightly.

The bones of the fan are yellowish, the surface of the fan is cyan, and there is a painting of a peach tree on it, which looks ordinary, but the inscription is beautiful and fresh, worthy of a second look.

"The shopkeeper likes the words on it so much, why don't you give me more money?"

"What does liking have to do with giving more money? This fan is not worth much."

If it wasn't for those words, he would not be willing to spend money to accept this fan.

"The things you like are worth more money, so they are more valuable." Luo Heng said leisurely.

The shopkeeper: "How many copper coins do you need as a cultivator?"

Not to mention, he is really lacking. The clothes on his body are still ten years old. Although they are clean, their blue color has faded to grayish blue. Although he has tried his best to smooth out the wrinkles on the top, they still look the same. dilapidated.

The suzerain of the majestic Lingzun sect is unprecedented in this respect.

Seeing that people were unwilling to add a few more copper coins, Luo Heng put the pawned silver money into his pocket and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper looked at the thin figure, wearing a somewhat worn-out blue Taoist robe. The shopkeeper opened his mouth and shouted at the person, "Forget it, let's make a relationship. Here are some small change. You can take it."

Luo Heng turned his head and smiled, took a few copper coins, and shook the silver coins, a smile appeared in Luo Heng's eyes, "Thank you, shopkeeper."

"Since you gave me a few copper coins, it can be regarded as a karma for me, and if I give you a few more words, it will be considered a double elimination."

After finishing speaking, Luo Heng took out a pen from the space, added a few more lines on the fan, and left after writing.

The shopkeeper looked at the fan in his hand with a strange look on his face, and then he couldn't laugh or cry, did he write the word?

Handwriting is good, but he has never met anyone who praised his handwriting to his face.

And he has a doubt, most of the people who come to this small town are capable cultivators, how can a cultivator live in such a miserable life, even lacking a few copper coins?

Maybe some down-and-out little sects want to come here to see the world.

Thinking so, the shopkeeper glanced at the words on the fan, and couldn't help but feel sorry. He knew that the person was the one who wrote the inscription, and he should have asked someone to write more for him just now.

Luo Heng didn't pay attention to what people thought. With the money, he could buy a new set of Taoist robes, and the extra copper coins could buy him an extra bowl of noodles. Trapped in the abyss of depravity, he still misses the taste of food.

Luo Hengshou used the money to change into a suit of clothes. The plain blue robe, although the stitches were extremely thick, was not as tattered as the previous one.

Looking at the few remaining copper coins in his hand, Luo Heng weighed them up, and then walked towards the noodle stall closest to him with some heartache.

Although the small stall was narrow, it was very lively at this moment. Luo Heng glanced over and saw that those people were monks.

Luo Heng walked to the table where he could barely sit, and said to a few of them, "Fellow daoists, do you mind if I sit here?"

The people who were talking in a low voice froze for a moment, looked up at Luo Heng, and then nodded.

Luo Heng thanked him, and said to the peddler, "Shopkeeper, give me a bowl of small noodles."

"Okay!"

After a while, a bowl of steamed noodles was brought to Luo Heng. Luo Heng lowered his head and blew away the steam from the noodles, and began to smack the noodles.

"Fellow Daoist, which sect are you from?" One of them asked Luo Heng.

The movements in Luo Heng's hands paused, and he said, "It's just a casual cultivator."

Luo Heng seemed to have thought of something, put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand, and asked, "What's the big deal happening around here? There are so many people in this remote town?"

Logically speaking, this place is very close to the abyss of corruption, and monsters are rampant, so it should be inaccessible.

"There are so many geniuses and treasures here, so there must be many people here." The person who answered looked at Luo Heng with a little doubt, "Didn't you come to find treasures?"

Luo Heng smiled, "No, I just passed by here on the way of cultivation, but I remember that this place is near the Abyss of Fallen, where monsters gather. Don't ordinary monks walk around here?"

"Ham, is this fellow Taoist just stepping into the way of cultivating immortals? There are quite a lot of monsters, but walking around it has been done more than ten years ago, and now it has become a place where people look for treasures."

"Why?" Luo Heng asked.

"Ten years ago, the former suzerain of the Lingzun sect rebelled and turned to the demons. A large number of demons poured into the world from the abyss of depravity. Later, he hated demons to the bone, and then led all the sects to kill demons and drive them back to the abyss of depravity, without daring to harm the world."

"Later, demons became part of the cultivation of immortals, and the Abyss of Fallen has many treasures of heaven and earth, which attracted more people, so now it is no longer an ominous place, but a treasure of geomantic omen."

"Besides, you can get rid of demons and find treasures at the same time, so why not do it."

Hearing the sound, Luo Heng frowned. The monsters he encountered in the Abyss of Fallen, there were many monsters no less than grand master level, even grand master level, how could they be easily killed and retreated.

"But this place is so lively now, not just because of this, but because I heard that the betrayer Luo Heng was resurrected last month." Another monk interjected.

Luo Heng was surprised, why did people in this world know about it as soon as he came back, "How do you know?"

"Last month, the Ruoxu sword suppressed by the Lingzun sect moved. It took a lot of effort to suppress the sword again. This sword was recognized by no one except the previous master. The sword that had been silent for many years suddenly shone brightly. This means that the traitor must have been resurrected." The monk raised his voice and said loudly.

Luo Heng:...

Unexpectedly, at the beginning, a soft heart left behind a disaster. If I had known this, it might not have been so much trouble if I destroyed the sword together when I left.

As if hearing his voice, there was a sudden commotion at the entrance of the town. Luo Heng followed everyone's gaze and saw a jet-black sword flying up, emitting a dazzling light with a 'buzz' sound. Come to him.

At the right time, a person wearing a crescent white robe flew up and held the Ruoxu sword. Although the Ruoxu sword was a magic weapon close to the god level, but no one was driving it, it was eventually lost. In the end, it could only buzz a few times, then Lost the radiance, restored the original black sword body, Yan'er fell to the ground with a thud.

The man in the crescent white robe also fell down, walked slowly towards the sword, bent down, grabbed the hilt, and inserted the sword back into the scabbard.

The monks around stood up quickly, clasped their fists, bowed slightly and bowed to Bai Xie, "I pay my respects to the head of the Lingzun Sect."

The visitor ignored the gazes of others, dressed in white, with a cold expression, staring straight at Luo Heng with deep and black eyes.

And Luo Heng who was on the side hadn't recovered how all this happened, and suddenly met a pair of cold eyes, just like the endless darkness and loneliness when he was in the abyss of depravity.

Luo Heng was stunned for a while, then came back to his senses, and glanced at Ruoxu Jian who was still screaming "buzzing":  …

This stupid sword is still a seller, so it was raised in vain.

Luo Heng put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, and looked at the menacing person quite innocently.

He didn't expect to meet his old acquaintance just after he 'resurrected' from the abyss of depravity.

But at this moment, Bai Xie's eyes were terribly gloomy, "Who are you? Why did the Ruoxu sword fly towards you?"

Luo Heng blinked: "Luo Heng, a casual cultivator."

"As for why this sword is flying towards me, what you said is wrong, I am not the only one here." Luo Heng innocently glanced at the two people on his left and right.

The people around turned pale, and quickly signaled Luo Heng not to talk nonsense.

In an instant, Bai Xie's figure disappeared in the same place. In the blink of an eye, the extremely familiar face suddenly magnified in Luo Heng's eyes. Spit out, "You better tell me the truth."

"I'm telling the truth. Look at my benevolent face. I don't look like that big devil who kills without batting an eye."

I don't know which sentence stimulated people, for a moment, Bai Xie's dark eyes were like the blackened polar night, cold and biting.

Just about to draw the sword, when he saw the hand that opened his hand, his cold eyes turned into a daze, and he saw Luo Heng's five fingers with well-articulated joints were slightly bent, and a silver-white storage ring was wrapped around his ring finger. superior.

Bai Xie clenched the hand holding the hilt of the sword tightly, and the veins on it were exposed. Suddenly, a terrifying sword intent erupted from the person.

The half-drawn Ruoxu sword was pulled out again by Bai Xie, and the blade pointed directly at Luo Heng. Luo Heng's complexion changed slightly, and he took a few steps back. Spiritual power circulated in his hand, and a transparent ice sword formed in his hand. , blocking the human attack.

Seeing the sudden burst of sword intent, the people around couldn't help being terrified, and got up and fled, but many people were pinned to the ground and couldn't move due to the oppression of the sword intent.

The sun was shining overhead, but they felt a bleak chill.

Luo Heng's brows were tightly locked. Through the majestic sword intent, when he saw an imperceptible evil spirit slowly leaking out, Luo Heng's indifferent face couldn't help but change color. With his familiarity with demons, the apprentice's breath was not right. .

The noodle shop exploded due to the fight between the two. Luo Heng's cultivation level was not as good as Bai Xie's at this time, and he deliberately didn't fight with others, so he could only keep backing away. He was afraid that he would be affected by the surroundings, so he flew away with two people.

"Sect Master Bai, what kind of hatred do we have, so that Sect Master Bai will kill me when we meet?"

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