One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

The people around were only looking at the aptitude test in the lobby, watching a few teenagers punching and punching, so no one noticed that a silent and thrilling duel of masters had just been staged around them.

The skinny young man cut off his wrist for self-protection. He only wanted to escape from Song Yun as soon as possible, so he turned around and mixed into the crowd.

Even if he was running for his life, he was very cautious, forcing the wound on his severed wrist to close and block the blood vessel.

In this way, the severed wrist is hidden in the sleeve, and there is no blood, so no one can see the problem.

The skinny young man was very familiar with the terrain, and guessed that Song Yun might not want to make a big move, so he ran around the city lord's mansion, using the tall mansion to cover his figure.

The Spiritual Mind of the Immortal Ghost City Lord monitors the whole city, so no one can make too much noise.

Taking advantage of the crowd, he sneaked into a dark alley.

The thin young man found a wooden house at the end of the alley, entered through the front door, and then exited through the back door, and came to another alley.

In this way, he moved several places, and finally hid in a remote small building.

He kept his breath hidden, and quietly dealt with the wound on his severed wrist, while his face was changing.

Recalling the secret confrontation at the gate of the yamen just now, the thin young man couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

The mysterious man in white gave him an unfathomable feeling.

The "Sealing Qi Ghost Palm" was captured solidly, and the throwing knife was also shot out, but the man insisted on these two attacks, as if nothing had happened, without even shaking his body.

Being able to ignore the master's full attack like this shows that the man in white has a high probability of being a martial saint.

Moreover, the young man has not figured out until now, how did he expose it?
His camouflage was flawless, and he had ostentatiously set up a street stall outside the city lord's mansion for two years. The ghost fairy city lord passed by dozens of times, but he never saw any problems.

But today, he was seen through by that person.

"Damn it, which faction's Martial Saint is this? If it's not someone from the government, who could it be?" The skinny young man was in a mess, without a clue.

The wound was quickly bandaged, and he meditated and adjusted his breath without moving.

It was quiet in the small building, and few people passed by outside.

After meditating until evening, nothing happened, and the thin young man slowly opened his eyes.

"It's been a long time, and the man in white hasn't found him yet. It seems that he was thrown off by me."

"It seems that he is indeed not from the government, and he doesn't want to alarm the city lord."

"Well, no matter what, my disguise was seen through, and the task cannot be done again."

The thin young man sighed, walked to the backyard of the small building, lay down under the rockery, dug up a layer of soil to reveal the secret passage hidden in the soil, and bent down to drill in.

When the young man came out from the secret passage, he had arrived at an ordinary house two streets away.

At this moment, there are four people waiting anxiously in the courtyard. They are all dressed as ordinary people, but they are obviously cultivators.

Seeing the skinny young man crawling out of the tunnel, the four breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's going on?"

"I was discovered." The skinny young man frowned.

"What?" The four were shocked. "Brother Zhao, even ghosts and immortals can't see through your disguise. Who else can spot you? The emperor?"

"I don't know, that person is very mysterious and he can't see the way." The skinny young man sighed, "The situation is urgent. Although I got rid of him temporarily, Anxi can't stay any longer. Everyone pack up their things and evacuate immediately!"

"Yes." Although the four were surprised, they still obeyed the order and acted swiftly.

The thin young man also got into his room and packed some important items into his bag.

Soon he finished packing and walked out with his luggage on his back.

The next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn't help shaking his left hand. The bag fell directly to the ground, and all the contents inside spilled out.

On the hall, the "mysterious man in white" was sitting leisurely, staring at him with a smile!

Seeing the young man coming out, Song Yun pointed to a large piece of coarse cloth that simply wrapped a few small porcelain bottles on the table.

"You left in such a hurry that the stalls were all confiscated. Here, I'll bring it back for you. You're welcome."

"You..." The skinny young man's voice became extremely hoarse, "How did you find this place?"

"Didn't you bring me here?" Song Yun chuckled, and pointed to the chair opposite, "Sit down, let's chat."

The skinny young man still hesitated, and then Song Yun said calmly:
"If you don't cooperate, I will kill everyone here."

The cold murderous intent pervaded the voice, and the skinny young man couldn't help shivering, feeling even more terrified in his heart.

Such a strong murderous aura cannot be condensed by killing just one or two people!

The man in white in front of him has countless lives under his hands!

He immediately gave up resisting and sat down obediently.

One after another, the other four people walked out of the room with their luggage on their backs. Seeing Song Yun and the thin young man sitting across the table, they were stunned for a moment.

"Sit down." Song Yun waved his hand.

Before the four of them asked, they heard the skinny young man say: "Do whatever he says, don't move around."

Hearing the seriousness in the young man's voice, the four of them could only put down their luggage and sit beside them obediently.

Song Yun turned over the coarse cloth on the table, and there was a severed hand hidden inside.

"Answer my question truthfully, and this hand will still be yours."

"Brother Zhao, your hand..." The four people around were stunned, only then did they realize that the right arm of the thin young man had been tucked into the sleeve, never showing it.

The thin young man waved his left hand, signaling to the four of them not to get excited, and then said: "Ask, as long as it doesn't involve the secrets of this sect, I know everything I can say, and I can talk endlessly."

Song Yun nodded, "Your name? Identity?"

"Zhao Qingxu, a member of the Sanmen, the head of the Anxi sub-rudder."

"Sanmen?" Song Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, this was the first time he had heard of this name, "Aren't you the Demon Cultivator of the South Sea?"

The corner of Zhao Qingxu's mouth twitched slightly, "That's a derogatory term for us from the government."

"So, the Demonic Cultivator of the South China Sea refers specifically to those of you who belong to Sanmen?" Song Yun asked.

"Yes."

"Then what exactly do you Sanmen want to do?" Song Yun asked again.

Zhao Qingxu said sullenly: "Just as I told you before, we don't agree with Emperor Daxia's Ninth-Rank Aptitude Law, so we have to go another way."

"Great Xia decides a person's life based on aptitude. How unfair is it? One must know that aptitude is only one of many factors in the process of cultivation. Poor aptitude may not mean that one cannot rise."

"But in Daxia, such an opportunity was obliterated. This is precisely the opportunity for most ordinary people."

"What we hope is to get rid of this domineering shackles and restore the free competition in the era of the Five Emperors!"

"Opportunities in the world are given to those who are capable, rather than allocated based on qualifications."

"Only in a fully competitive environment can a truly strong player be born."

"Actually, in the past 2 years, Daxia has never cultivated a strong person again. This is the defect of the Ninth-Rank Qualification Law!"

As Zhao Qingxu spoke, he became excited and said to Song Yun:

"Brother, I don't think you look like someone from the Great Xia court, so you are probably a casual cultivator."

"The scattered cultivators in the world belong to a family, and they are all members of the scattered sect. Why not cooperate sincerely and work together to change this unfair situation?"