I have a portable farm

Xuan Ming's expression was casual. He looked at Jiao Hongzhuo and said, "Go and gather people."

Almost a thousand meters away from the Hidden Dragon Organization, a figure stood alone in the wilderness, like a dead tree under the darkness of night.

Xuan Ming led people out and stared at the figure for at least a stick of incense. His expression was very solemn. Although the distance was not close, he felt that the owner of the figure was a master.

An old voice came from afar, "When did the mighty Xuantian Sect become so cowardly? Don't worry, I'm only one person here. I'm here just to say a few words and then leave."

Xuan Ming's eyes turned cold, and with a movement of his body, he almost floated to the vicinity of that figure, "Who are you?"

The owner of the figure smiled faintly, and the whole person suddenly disappeared, and a knife cut through the sky, and the dark night sky seemed to be illuminated.

After a dull sound, a deep mark several meters deep appeared between the two people, and then a destructive aura began to fill the pit.

Xuan Ming's eyes suddenly shrank, he took a few steps back, and stared at the owner of the figure. He had an ordinary face. There was nothing special about him. Wherever he stood, he looked like an old man in his dying years. Same.

"Are you a demon sword?"

"Anyone else remembers me well, are you?"

"Xuan Ming."

The old man nodded, "We have been in conflict with the Xuantian Sect for many years, but you..."

"That's right, if you don't take action, we won't take action, and we lost a lot of masters that time. You killed dozens of my people here last year, and more than a month ago in Changbai Mountain, you killed Kill three elders of my sect. You don’t know about this, right?”

The old man smiled lightly, "What if we didn't participate in all this at all."

"impossible."

The old man sighed and looked at Xuan Ming, "Do you think you can avoid my knife?"

Xuan Ming shook his head, "No."

"With my status, do you think I will lie to you? If I were to take action, you would all be dead at this moment. You have already killed a lot of people. Hundreds of people in Iga have died in your hands. Holy Martial Realm , there are many in the Imperial Martial Realm, let’s just let this matter go, we don’t want to be at odds with you.”

"What, we didn't do anything to Iga at all."

After saying this, Xuan Ming's body shook violently, and he looked at the old man he called the Demon Sword with a hint of horror, "You mean?"

"We have all been taken advantage of by others. Our people have never taken the initiative to attack anyone in the Xuantian Sect. I won't say it again. Remember, if the Xuantian Sect attacks our people again, I will not do this. polite."

While speaking, the old man moved, a terrifying aura filled the air from his body, and the old man walked through the air like a roc.

Before leaving, the old man glanced at Jiao Hongzhuo intentionally or unintentionally. Jiao Hongzhuo instantly felt as if his whole body was trapped in an ice cellar.

"go back."

In the Hidden Dragon Headquarters, the beings above the Holy Martial Realm of the Xuantian Sect gathered in a conference room. Everyone's expressions were extremely solemn. They all knew in their hearts that if the old man took action just now, they would have no resistance at all. room.

"Master, what is the origin of that demon sword? I'm so scared.

Terrible. "

Xuan Ming's eyes flickered a few times, "The Japanese have two demon swords, one is Iga's Immortal Demon Sword, but it only scares ordinary practitioners, but the real terror is the other demon sword, the Demon Sword Muramasa, and the Black Dragon A legendary figure, no one knows the extent of his cultivation, but whenever he takes action, his opponent will surely die."

Jiao Hongzhuo's eyes narrowed, "He?"

"He came here this time to warn us not to attack the Japanese."

"That?"

"The Black Dragon Legend belongs to Yaodao Village. Since he said that the Japanese did not attack us, they must not have done anything. We are really being used by others."

"That would be..." Halfway through his words, Jiao Hongzhuo's eyes narrowed.

"Master, is it the Yanhuang Iron Brigade?"

"It's very possible. It seems that we have underestimated the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. The dragon thorn in Ning Zhiyuan's hand is not as powerful as we imagined. From their last attack in Changbai Mountain, it is not that they have the ability to kill the Holy Martial Realm, but There are masters who have killed the divine martial realm."

"How is it possible? Long Hui has never mentioned that Ning Zhiyuan did not dare to show his face when faced with the Japanese provocation."

"If it's not Dragon Thorn, there is another force involved in the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. Hongzhuo, you continue to keep an eye on things over there, and I will explain it to the sect."

…

"Buzzing." The vibrating sound of the cell phone woke up Zhao Xinyu from his sleep. He lowered his head and glanced at Du Mengnan in his arms. Du Mengnan also looked at him with wide eyes.

After picking up the phone, Bai Haotian's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Xinyu, Cao Xun is gone, but he left a message before he died. Let's go over and see what he left behind."

"be careful."

"What's wrong?"

"Cao Xun is dead."

Du Mengnan's delicate body trembled. Just a few days ago, Zhao Xinyu said that Cao Xun's life would be in danger. How long ago, Zhao Xinyu still issued a warning in advance, but in the end Cao Xun still had an accident. Cao Xun knew this. There are really a lot of things.

Zhao Xinyu sighed slightly, "Go to sleep, Cao Xun deserves it."

The next day, the news did not report anything about Cao Xun, but Zhao Xinyu still told Luo Xiao and the others about Cao Xun's accident.

When the four of Luo Xiao heard that Cao Xun was killed in a heavily guarded place, the four of them could not help but sigh. Although Cao Xun deserved it, Cao Xun also played a big role in that disaster.

When Cao Xun was killed, Bai Haotian said that Cao Xun seemed to have left something behind before he died, which gave him hope. People who are about to die are good at words. He knew that since Cao Xun only said it before he died, there must be something. secret.

He had no intention of practicing, so he took Hei Feng to the mountain where there were no more fruits. Just as he reached the mountain, his phone vibrated again, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

He took out his cell phone and saw a text message. The number was very unfamiliar, but the content of the text message shocked Zhao Xinyu.

There was only one sentence in the text message. The Black Dragon Legendary Demon Sword Villager was entering China. He had resolved his grievances with the Xuantian Sect. It was speculated that the person behind the scenes was the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. be careful.

After deleting the message, Zhao Xinyu looked very solemn. He had received warning text messages not once or twice, but something big would happen after each text message.

This time, he directly said that there is a legend about Black Dragon.

A strange person came over, Yaodao Muramasa, this name was really unfamiliar to him, and what surprised him the most was that Yaodao Muramasa resolved the grudges with Xuantian Sect as soon as he came over, and even guessed that Xuantian Sect and The Japanese firefight was caused by the Yanhuang Iron Brigade.

Who is this person? He has issued warnings several times in succession, and he even knows that he is related to the Yanhuang Iron Brigade. The people around him do not need to be so mysterious at all. That is to say, the person who sent him a message to warn him knows him, but is he missing? Understand the other party, but the other party knows his identity.

Suddenly, Zhao Xinyu's mind flashed, and two graceful figures appeared in his mind, Yingzi and Keiko. They were very familiar with him, and they had the same identity, that is, they were commercial spies.

However, the two of them never asked anything other than medicine, and they took the initiative to say some things themselves. It probably couldn't be them, but think about it, if it weren't for the two of them, there would be no one else except the people around them.

Could it really be them...

Thinking that it might be Yingzi and Keiko, Zhao Xinyu felt warm in his heart. He could feel the affection between the two of them for him. If it was really them, the kindness would be really great. He had prepared himself in advance several times. As a result, he avoided crisis after crisis and did not reveal his identity. He was really relieved to have such a confidante.

When the phone vibrated again, the vibration brought Zhao Xinyu's thoughts back to reality. Zhao Xinyu took a deep breath and took out the phone. This time it was a call from Bai Haotian.

"Xinyu, I got the things. I have sent someone to deliver them to you. If you have time, go to the pasture on the other side of the Sanggan River. He is..."

Zhao Xinyu hung up the phone and immediately took Hei Feng down the mountain.

In the basement of the compound, Zhao Xinyu took out a black briefcase from the ring. The briefcase was very old, but it was brand new.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the briefcase. Inside, there was only a stack of yellowed paper and a few bank cards. After looking at the bank cards, Zhao Xinyu picked up the stack of papers.

This is Cao Xun's record of his own depravity. What he writes is how he fell into a trap and degenerated step by step. The bank card contains all the income he received from the Xuantian Sect over the years.

When he saw the last page, Zhao Xinyu's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Just as Zhao Xinyu guessed, Cao Xun was the unexpected leaker of the Jiao family and the Meng family. The Xuantian Sect had been looking for fragments of the Hongmeng space, and he accidentally knew that the Jiao family and the Meng family had fragments in their hands, and that they were still in the possession of him and Jiao Hongzhuo. In the hands of his parents, this led to accidents in the two families.

He also saw the ones who killed their parents, it was Xuan Fei and Xuan Dong who followed Cao Xun a few days ago.

Perhaps out of guilt, he has been devoted to agricultural development over the years and deposited all his black income into an account without spending any money.

After Cao Xiaoli's accident, Cao Xun had a premonition that he would also have this day, so he put these things in Cao Xiaoli's cemetery.

Zhao Xinyu sighed, feeling angry, but also very sympathetic to Cao Xun's experience. Just when he was about to put the things back, a photo fell off the paper.

Zhao Xinyu was slightly startled. It was a yellowed photo. In the photo was a beautiful woman. After seeing this woman, Zhao Xinyu recognized it at a glance. It was Cao Xiaoli's mother, the Iga master. .