Ze Tian Ji Chapter 26: Rain in autumn

As time passes, the autumn becomes deeper, the sky is full of yellow fallen leaves, and the ancient trees in Tanzhe Temple are left with bare trunks and branches.

Leaves are still paved on the road into the mountain, but after being wet by an autumn rain that started last night, there is nothing left to be beautiful, just as annoying as wet with futon.

Wet fallen leaves still have some benefits, that is, walking on it, it will not make any sound-by the shade of shades of An Tian and rain, dozens of Great Zhou military masters, and many more Department for Purging Officials assassins and secret agents stepped on the wet leaves and silently crossed the mountain road, diving into the Autumn Forest between the mountainside.

Tanzhe Temple's access to the mountains is completely controlled, and no one can leave.

The sound of chirp sounded a little crisp and dry, as if someone was walking on the golden leaves a few days ago and stepping on numerous dead leaves.

It's not the sound of falling leaves, it's the autumn wind passing through the rain curtain, constantly shaking the paper.

A man came across the mountain road, his face covered with a piece of white paper, covering his mouth and nose, but there were two black holes in the position of the eyes, and looks at was abnormal terrifying.

—— Painted Armor Xiao Zhang.

The rain silk that fell from the sky came to him and avoided it. There was no trace of water on the white paper, it was clean and dry.

In this Age of the Blossoming Wildflowers, countless Way of Cultivation geniuses emerged, and the strongest of overbearing, he is the most terrifying and powerful one among them.

Same as Xun Mei. In his life, he went to invincible, but he did not beat Wang Po. He did not do it once. Whether it was Grand Meeting of the Boiling Stones or Proclamation of Liberation, he could only be second.

But he is not afraid, nor discouraged. He constantly challenges Wang Po, and he loses and fights. Even if he goes into a devil and almost dies, he will not shake his will in the slightest.

Under this person, it seems that already is a great place, but he doesn't want to accept it.

Today's autumn rain is fascinating. He came from the mountain road, naturally he is going to fight another battle with Wang Po.

He didn't think about whether Wang Po would accept it, because at this time the strong courts gathered and surrounded Tanzhe Temple. If Wang Po wanted to leave alive, he must first defeat him.

-Beat him again, or beat him.

Autumn wind blows the white paper, making the sound of broken leaves.

Autumn rain falls on the mountain road, where the wet leaves make a sound.

Xiao Zhang did not go to Tanzhe Temple, because someone appeared in front of him.

Stepping on the wet leaves did not make any sound. The person quietly passed through several blocked lines on the mountain road, even Xiao Zhang could not detect it in advance.

Who is this person, so strong?

The man was dressed in black and allowed the rain to wet, giving a very cold feeling.

His shirt, his eyebrows, the lines of his shoulders, and the hands behind him are all like iron.

He just stood in front of the mountain road, separated the autumn rain from the ground, separated the autumn wind from the white paper, and separated Tanzhe Temple from the surrounding mountains.

He is like a wall, and it is not an ordinary mud or brick wall, it is an iron wall, and it is never air permeable.

Xiao Zhang knows who this person is. The two black holes on the white paper look deeper, and you can see the enthusiasm.

"You want to stop me?" he said looks at the iron-walled man.

The man was expressionless looks at, he seemed to think that what Xiao Zhang said was extremely stupid, and it was not worth answering at all.

Everyone knows that Painted Armor Xiao Zhang is a real lunatic. He behaves in an extremely violent and arrogant manner, and no one dares to offend him easily, let alone contempt.

This person did it, and it was shocking that although the deep Fighting Intent in the deep eyes of Xiao Zhang was getting thicker, in the end ... no shot was taken.

Xiao Zhang was thinking about the rumor, and because of this person's relationship with Great Western Continent, there was no reason to shoot for Wang Po and said, "Since it is not, why do you stop in front of me?"

The man said, "Since I'm here, you will naturally leave. You are not his opponent. I don't want you to fight against the grass."

Xiao Zhang is extremely angry, the blank paper on his face is rattling.

Suddenly, Qiufeng disappeared from his face, and he was silent because he understood the meaning of this person.

"It's not fair to him," Xiao Zhang said, staring at his eyes.

The man is obviously going to battle Tanzhe Temple and Wang Po.

Xiao Zhang said it was unfair to Wang Po.

This shows that in his opinion, the realm strength of this person is far above Wang Po, and logically speaking, one should not lower his identity to Wang Po.

Wang Po is the head of Proclamation of Liberation, and it is the strongest person under Saint Domain in the eyes of the world. Who in the world can claim to be far superior to him?

If it does, then it must be those big men in Saint Domain, old monsters that can be counted with both hands.

Who exactly is this person? Which of the Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions? Or is it an expert who has been hidden for many years?

Xiao Zhang knows who this person is, so it's not fair, but that doesn't mean he's afraid of the other party.

He seemed to see that later, Wang Po fell under the ancient tree, covered with blood.

This makes him a little unacceptable.

Like Xun Mei, he was trying to surpass Wang Po in his life. He couldn't accept it. Before he succeeded, Wang Po was killed.

At this moment, he had the idea to strongly stop this man.

This person can kill Wang Po, Wang Po is better than him, but he wants to stop the other side, no matter how you look at it, this is an extremely crazy idea.

He was a crazy person.

The rain fell on Iron Spear and wet his hands.

That's Xiao Zhang's hand. It's tight and powerful.

"You guys, what qualifications are there to be fair to me?"

The man looked at Xiao Zhang with a look of indifference, as if nothing.

His shoulders, like an iron wall, were washed by Qiuyu, as if polished thousands of times, exuding a metallic luster, and then, Cutting Edge revealed.

A muffled sound, coming out through the white paper.

Autumn rain wash Iron Spear, slightly white between fingers.

Xiao Zhang still didn't shoot.

Or, he failed to fire a gun.

He can only looks at man, in the autumn rain, walking towards Tanzhe Temple.

It's cold like an iron wall.

...

...

Tie Shu, one of Eight Storms of the Cardinal Directions.

He was born in Great Western Continent. He fled to the sea for some reason when he was young, and crossed the ocean, almost died. Fortunately, he was rescued by a person on the coast. The name was Guan Xingke.

In the past ten years, he wandered in South Sea to realize Heavenly Dao, and now finally returns.

What he realizes is Heavenly Dao, and what he cultivates is the physical body, which is extremely powerful.

Tie Shu blooms, and is as famous as the Small Red Flower of Bie Yanghong, but no one has ever seen it with his own eyes.

He came to Tanzhe Temple.

The leaves of the ancient tree already have fallen out, and there are some yellow leaves on the ground, soaking in the rain.

Tie Shu walked to the stone bench and sat down, Eyes Closed.

Like Wang Po these days.