As time goes by, the autumn is getting deeper and the sky is full of yellow leaves. Only the bare trunks and branches of the ancient trees in Tanzhe Temple are left.
The road into the mountain is still paved with fallen leaves, but after being wet by an autumn rain that started last night, there is no beauty left, but it is just as disturbing as if the bedding is soaked.
Wet fallen leaves, after all, still have some advantages, that is, walking on them will not make any noise - under the cover of the dark sky and rain, dozens of great Zhou military masters, and even more assassins from the Qing Dynasty And the secret spy, stepping on the wet fallen leaves, quietly crossed the mountain road and sneaked into the autumn forest on the mountainside.
All the passages from Tanzhe Temple leading to the outside of the mountain were under control, and no one could leave.
There was a rustling sound, a little crisp and a little dry, as if someone was walking on the golden fallen leaves a few days ago and crushed countless dead leaves.
It wasn't the sound of fallen leaves breaking, it was the autumn wind passing through the rain curtain, constantly flicking the paper.
A man walked up the mountain path. His face was covered with a sheet of white paper, covering his mouth and nose, but there were two black holes at the position of his eyes, which looked extremely terrifying.
- Hua Jia Xiao Zhang.
The rain that fell from the sky automatically avoided him when it came to him. There was no trace of water on the white paper, it was clean and dry.
In this era of wild flowers blooming, countless geniuses and domineering powerhouses have emerged. He is the most terrifying and powerful one among them.
Same as Xun Mei, he was invincible in all his life, except that he never defeated Wang Po, not even once, whether it was the Stone Boiling Conference or the Xiaoyao Bang, he could only be ranked second.
But he was not afraid, nor was he discouraged, he kept challenging Wang Po, and he was defeated and fought. Even if he became mad and almost died, his will could not be shaken in the slightest.
This seems to be a great position under one person, but he doesn't want to accept it.
Today's autumn rain is miserable, he came from the mountain road, naturally he wanted to fight Wang Po again.
He didn't think about whether Wang Po would accept it, because at this time the strong men of the imperial court gathered and surrounded Tanzhe Temple. If Wang Po wanted to leave alive, he had to defeat him first.
—Beating him again, or being defeated by him.
The autumn wind blows the white paper, making the sound of broken leaves.
The autumn rain falls on the mountain road, and the wet fallen leaves make no sound.
Xiao Zhang did not go to Tanzhe Temple because someone appeared in front of him.
Stepping on the wet fallen leaves did not make any sound. That person passed through several blockades on the mountain road without a sound, and even Xiao Zhang couldn't sense it in advance.
Who is this person who is so strong
The man was dressed in black, letting the rain get wet, giving people an extremely cold and hard feeling.
His clothes, his eyebrows, the line of his shoulders, and the hands behind his back all seemed to be made of iron.
Standing in front of the mountain path like this, he separated the autumn rain from the ground, the autumn wind from the white paper, and the Tanzhe Temple from the surrounding mountains and fields.
He is like a wall, and it is not an ordinary wall made of mud or bricks, but an iron wall, which is impenetrable.
Xiao Zhang knew who this person was, and the two black holes on the white paper looked deeper, and fanaticism could be faintly seen.
"You want to stop me?" He looked at the man like the iron wall and said.
The man looked at him blankly, as if he felt that what Xiao Zhang said was extremely stupid and not worth answering at all.
As everyone knows, Hua Jia Xiao Zhang is a true lunatic, with an extremely violent and arrogant style of behavior, no one dares to easily offend him, let alone contempt.
This person did so, and what is shocking is that although the fighting intent in Xiao Zhang's deep eyes became stronger and stronger, in the end... he didn't make a move.
Xiao Zhang thought about the rumor, based on the relationship between this person and Daxizhou, there was no reason to act for Wang Po, and said: "Since it is not, why did you stop in front of me?"
The man said: "Since I'm here, you naturally have to leave. You are not his opponent. I don't want you to scare the snake away."
Xiao Zhang was extremely angry, and the white paper on his face rattled.
Suddenly, the autumn wind disappeared from his face, and he fell silent because he understood what this person meant.
"It's not fair to him." Xiao Zhang said, staring into his eyes.
That person was obviously going to Tanzhe Temple to fight Wang Po.
Xiao Zhang said it was unfair to Wang Po.
This shows that in his opinion, this person's realm strength is far above Wang Po, logically speaking, he should not lower his status to confront Wang Po.
Wang Po is at the top of the Xiaoyao list, and in the hearts of the world, he is the strongest under the sacred realm. Who in the world can be said to be far superior to him in realm strength
If there are, then it must be those big figures in the sacred domain, those old monsters that can be counted on one hand.
Who is this man? Who is in the wind and rain in all directions? Or is it an expert who has been hidden for many years
Xiao Zhang knew who this person was, so it was unfair, but it didn't mean he was afraid of him.
He seemed to see that later, Wang Po fell under the old tree, covered in blood.
This made him a little difficult to accept.
Just like Xun Mei, he had been trying to surpass Wang Po all his life, but he couldn't accept that Wang Po was killed before he succeeded.
At this moment, he had a strong idea to stop this man.
This person can kill Wang Po, Wang Po is stronger than him, but he wants to stop him, no matter how you look at it, this is an extremely crazy idea.
He used to be a crazy guy.
The rain fell on the iron gun and wet his hands.
It was Xiao Zhang's hand, very tight and strong.
"You guys, what qualifications do you have to be fair to me?"
The man glanced at Xiao Zhang with an indifferent expression, as if there was nothing there.
His shoulders, which were like an iron wall, had been washed by the autumn rain, as if they had been polished countless times, exuding a metallic luster, and then showing their sharpness.
A muffled hum came out through the white paper.
The autumn rain washes the iron gun, and the fingers are slightly white.
After all, Xiao Zhang still didn't shoot.
Or rather, he failed to shoot.
He could only look at the man, walking towards Tanzhe Temple in the autumn rain.
Like an iron wall, with a cold light.
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Iron tree, one of the wind and rain in all directions.
He was born in Daxizhou. When he was young, he fell into the sea for some reason and escaped. He crossed the ocean and almost died. Fortunately, he was rescued by a person on the coast. That person was called Stargazer.
In the past ten years, he wandered in the South China Sea to realize the way of heaven, and now he has finally returned.
What he enlightened was the way of heaven, what he cultivated was the physical body, and he was extremely powerful.
The iron tree blooms, which is as famous as the little red flower, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.
He came to Tanzhe Temple.
The leaves of the old trees have all fallen, and some yellow leaves are left on the ground, soaked in the rain.
Tieshu walked to the stone bench, sat down, and closed his eyes.
Just like Wang Po these days.