The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

Xuan Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, turned a deaf ear to the voice coming from behind him, pretending that he didn't hear anything, took a steamed bun in his backhand, and began to tear it into pieces and swallow it slowly, his movements were elegant and unhurried.

The gurgling sound behind him seemed to be louder, and there seemed to be a hot gaze stuck behind him, as if a thorn in his back, so hot and with a huge sense of presence, these gazes were full of expectation and desire, staring at Xuan Yuan's back.

"Host... the five of them are staring at you." 0617 whispered in Xuan Yuan's sea of ​​consciousness, feeling a little embarrassed. Obviously, it was Xuan Yuan who was stared at, but it was 0617 who felt embarrassed. This is really...

Xuan Yuan said, "Oh", without much reaction, and continued to tear the steamed bun slices, ignoring the increasingly loud gurgling sound behind him and the sound of swallowing saliva, and was very calm.

The five monks of the Shushan Sword Sect came to the river temple to take shelter from the rain because of the sudden heavy rain. Their clothes and dry food were all soaked. They could barely hold on by roasting fire on an empty stomach. After all, everyone was hungry and they got used to it. But when Xuanyuan started to eat, they couldn't stand it.

People are made of iron and rice is made of steel. If they don't eat for a meal, they will be hungry. They haven't eaten for a whole day. Now they see Xuanyuan eating deliciously while their stomachs are growling, and they feel more and more pitiful.

But even though they are very hungry, these young disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect are too embarrassed to take the initiative to talk to Xuanyuan and ask for some dry food. They can only stare at each other with empty stomachs. They just plan to sleep in their clothes after their clothes are dry, so that they won't feel hungry when they sleep.

"Host, I think if you share some of the dry food with them now, you will definitely be able to gain the favor of these disciples. They are from the Shushan Sword Sect!" 0617 turned around, seemed a little reluctant, and muttered in Xuanyuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuanyuan's action paused slightly, and then said in a light tone: "First, it is meaningless for me to build a good relationship with the disciples of the Shushan Sword Sect. In the mission left by Ning Yunze, the Shushan Sword Sect is also included in the scope of destruction."

"Second, the dry food I brought with me is only enough for two meals for myself. Apart from what I eat, the rest is not enough for them. If they only eat a little, they will feel even hungrier. In this case, it is better to starve together."

"Third, I am too lazy to care about them."

0617: …………The host is really hard-hearted, but in fact, the last point is the most important reason, right?

Xuanyuan didn't care what 0617 was saying. After eating and drinking, he put away his dry food and water bag. It was already late at night, but the rainstorm outside still showed no signs of stopping. The rain rustled in the strong wind, and the thunder was peaceful.

"Hmm?" Xuanyuan, who closed his eyes to rest in the rain, suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp light flashed in his eyes. He turned his head to look north, and a deep meaning flashed in his eyes.

0617 popped up: "Host, what did you find?" It knew that the host would not be interested in ordinary things.

Xuanyuan smiled lightly, lowered his eyes, and his eyes were deep and difficult to distinguish: "I noticed a group of people approaching. They have been running in the rain for a long time. Ten people escorted one person - no, ten people held one person hostage. It's interesting."

"Does the host care? According to the host, they should be doing bad things!" Seeing Xuanyuan's interested look, 0617 asked stupidly.

Facing 0617's naive question, Xuanyuan chuckled, his tone indifferent and indifferent: "No matter what these people come from, whether they do good or evil, what does it have to do with me?"

0617: Yes, the host is not a warm-hearted person at all o(╯□╰)o

The group of people rushing in the rainy night are getting closer and closer to the river temple here. Although they are all masters of internal strength, they are carrying one person, so their footsteps are inevitably heavy. When they get closer, the footsteps are clear enough to wake up the other five people in the temple.

"Brother, is there someone outside again?" The beautiful female disciple of Shushan Sword School rubbed her eyes and half sat up, asking the senior brother who was on guard at night, with sleepiness in her tone, but not much vigilance.

The one on night watch from the Shushan Sword Sect was a calm young disciple. His brows were furrowed, and he lowered his voice and said hastily, "Everyone, get up. The person coming is not simple!" After all, he had more experience than the four junior brothers and sisters, and he could tell from the footsteps that the person coming had extraordinary internal strength.

This disciple seemed to be quite dignified among the five people. Although he was sleepy and hungry, he stood up quickly after he spoke, and stood guard in the temple, ready for battle.

Slightly heavy footsteps and wet water drops were heard at the entrance of the temple, and then ten people in black masked clothes came in carrying a person wrapped tightly in black cloth.

After these people came in, they glanced coldly at the five people from the Shushan Sword Sect who were extremely vigilant, and a trace of murderous intent suddenly flashed in their eyes. Four of them were still carrying the person wrapped in black cloth, while the other six rushed towards Xuanyuan and the five people from the Shushan Sword Sect.

When 0617 saw this scene, he first opened his eyes wide in astonishment, and then secretly complained to himself: "There is a road to heaven but you don't take it, and there is no door to hell but you break in. The host was too lazy to care about you, but you insisted on courting death, tut tut."

Suddenly attacked, the five people of Shushan Sword School were a little panicked. They didn't expect them to attack suddenly. They were a little slow to react. They didn't even draw their swords. They just retreated and dodged.

Only the calmer young man drew his sword with a clang and used a set of sharp swordsmanship to protect himself. However, these black-clothed masked men were ruthless and attacked several people fearlessly. They only attacked and didn't defend. In just a moment, he was defeated.

When the five people were in danger and some of them were already injured, Xuanyuan looked at the masked man who rushed towards him with a fierce look in his eyes and the weapon in his hand had stabbed at a strange and tricky arc. He shook his head slightly and his white jade right hand suddenly stretched out.

His hands were slender and white, not like the hands of a martial artist at all, but like the hands of a scholar, suitable for making tea, writing, playing the piano and flute. However, after such a pair of white and jade-like right hands were extended, they only lightly touched the air, and the black-clothed man who rushed towards Xuanyuan suddenly fell head-on.

Bang! The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground was very dull. The masked black-clothed man raised his head and fell down. A finger-sized blood hole suddenly appeared between his eyebrows. The warm blood with a fishy smell flowed down his eyebrows and wet the black scarf on his face.

Suddenly one person died, and the remaining dozen people in the temple cast their eyes over, with obvious horror in their eyes, as if they couldn't believe that he had taken the life of a martial arts expert with such a casual move.

Without hesitation, in just a moment, the five people who originally besieged the Shushan Sword School separated three people to attack Xuanyuan alone, leaving only two people to deal with the five young disciples who were struggling to support.

The five disciples of Shushan Sword School had deep internal strength, barely at the second-rate or first-rate level, and the moves they learned were the elite swordsmanship of Shushan Sword School, which was considered one of the best sword moves in the world. They just didn't react at first. After they reacted, the five of them leaned against each other and blocked the attack of the two masked men.

After all, these ten black-clothed masked men were only second-rate masters.

The three men surrounded them, and Xuanyuan stood up, tall and graceful. He stretched out his hands, and several more forces were ejected. The next moment, the three people who had originally besieged Xuanyuan had already floated on the spot, and were killed by Xuanyuan again in an instant.

This incident fell into the eyes of the black-clothed men. They were also decisive people. Seeing that they were not Xuanyuan's opponents, they no longer had any idea of ​​eliminating them from occupying the River God Temple. The masked men who besieged Shushan Sword School turned around to lift the man wrapped in black cloth, and the six of them simultaneously operated the light skills and rushed towards the temple gate.

Having rashly provoked an enemy they could not match, they knew that it was impossible to do anything, so they had already made plans to give up retreating in a flash. They did not hesitate and retreated directly, decisively and resolutely.

"Why leave so soon?" A faint voice sounded, and the five people from the Shushan Sword Sect looked up and saw that Xuanyuan, who was originally in the corner of the River God Temple, had stood at the door of the temple without knowing when, just blocking the escape of these people.

Xuanyuan had his hands behind his back, his posture was calm and casual, he had a faint smile, and his tone was calm and indifferent: "I am not surprised that the people of the Hehuan Sect do such a kidnapping business, but you dare to kidnap people from the royal family, this is really strange, when did the Hehuan Sect become so bold?"

When these ten people entered the River God Temple, Xuanyuan had already seen the origins of these people. Because they planned to unify the evil way, Xuanyuan really didn't intend to interfere. Unfortunately, the people of the Hehuan Sect insisted on killing themselves, and it was no wonder that he was.

"You have such martial arts skills, you are definitely not an unknown person. Since you have saved the lives of our four brothers, do you dare to leave your life? Let us remember your name, too?" The leader of the masked men stared at Xuanyuan with a threatening look.

Xuanyuan smiled, and after glancing at the people from the Shushan Sword Sect, he changed his mind and said loudly: "I am Ning Yunze from the Donghua Sect. If the evil sect wants to find trouble with me, I will just wait."

When the words Ning Yunze from the Donghua Sect came out, the people from the Shushan Sword Sect were certainly happy and admired, and the black-clothed masked men were also extremely panicked. The news that Ning Yunze entered the innate realm had already spread among the righteous and evil sects, so how could they not know it.

"Now you have two choices, one is to let go of the people you have captured and leave, and the other is that I will kill you." Xuanyuan stood at the door of the temple. His tone was calm, without any oppression, but he alone overwhelmed the masked men so much that they did not dare to cross the line.

The people of the Hehuan Sect pondered for a moment, then realized that they were no match for Xuan Yuan, and made a prompt decision: "Let's go!" They left the person they were carrying behind, jumped up and broke through the roof, and fled directly from the roof, avoiding Xuan Yuan who was standing at the door.

The person who was left behind rolled on the ground for a few rounds, half of her body appeared from the black cloth, revealing her exquisite appearance.

0617 took a breath: "Host, she seems to be the princess of Dayan." After a pause, it added, "She is also one of Xiao Sheng's confidantes."