Way of Choices

As time goes by, the deeper the autumn is, the yellow leaves fall in the sky, and the ancient trees in the Tanzhe Temple are left with bare trunks and branches.

The road into the mountains was still covered with fallen leaves, but after being wet by an autumn rain that started last night, there was not a little beauty left.

The wet leaves are still somewhat beneficial, that is, walking on it will not make any noise-through the dark sky and the cover of rain, dozens of military masters of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and a larger number of officials The assassins and secret agents stepped on the wet fallen leaves and silently crossed the mountain road and dived into the autumn forest on the mountainside.

The passage from Tanzhe Temple to the mountains was all under control, and no one could leave.

The sound of 簌簌 sounded a little crisp and dry, as if someone was walking on the golden fallen leaves a few days ago, crushing countless dead leaves.

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

A man came along the mountain road, his face covered with a piece of white paper, covering his nose and mouth, but there were two black holes in the position of his eyes, looking very terrifying.

——Xiao Zhang.

The raindrops that had fallen from the sky came to him and automatically avoided them. There was no water mark on the white paper, it was clean and dry.

In this era of wildflowers, countless geniuses of monasticism and overbearing strongmen emerge. He is the most terrible and powerful among them.

Similar to Xun Mei, he was invincible in his life, but he did not beat Wang Po, no one time. No matter whether it was the stone cooking conference or the free list, he could only be ranked second.

But he was not scared, nor was he discouraged. He challenged Wang Po constantly, and he was defeated and fought. Even if he caught fire and nearly died, he would not shake his will.

Under one person, this seems to have been an amazing position, but he did not want to accept it.

Qiu Yu is miserable today. He came from the mountain road, and he naturally wanted to fight Wang Po again.

He did not think whether Wang Po would accept it, because at this time the court powerhouse gathered and surrounded the Tanzhe Temple. Wang Po wanted to leave alive, he must first defeat him.

-Defeat him again, or be defeated by him.

The autumn wind was blowing through the white paper, with the sound of dead leaves breaking.

Autumn rain fell on the mountain road, where the wet leaves would make a noise.

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

Stepping on the wet fallen leaves does not make any sound. The man passed the blockades on the mountain road so quietly that even Xiao Zhang failed to sense in advance.

Who is this person, actually so strong?

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

His clothes, his eyebrows, the lines of his shoulders, and the hands behind him seemed to be cast iron.

Standing in front of the mountain road in this way, he separated Qiuyu from the ground and Qiufeng from the white paper. Tanzhe Temple was separated from the surrounding mountains.

He is like a wall, and it is not a wall made of ordinary mud or brick, but an iron wall, which is never airy.

Xiao Zhang knew who this person was, and the two black holes on the white paper appeared deeper and deeper, and a fascination could be seen faintly.

"Do you want to stop me?" he said, looking at the iron-walled man.

The man looked at him blankly, as if he felt that what Xiao Zhang said was extremely stupid, and it was not worth answering at all.

As everyone knows, Xiao Zhang is a real lunatic, and his acting style is extremely violent and arrogant. No one dares to offend him easily, let alone contempt.

This person did this, and it was shocking that although Xiao Zhang's deep and deep eyes were more and more intense, but in the end... no shot.

Xiao Zhang thought about the rumor, and based on this person's relationship with Daxizhou, there was no reason to shoot for Wang Po, and said: "Since it is not, then why should you stop in front of me?"

The man said: "Since I come, you will naturally go, you are not his opponent, I don't want you to play the grass and startle the snake."

Xiao Zhang was extremely angry, and the white paper on his face was rattling.

Suddenly, the autumn wind disappeared from his face, and he fell silent because he understood what the person meant.

"This is unfair to him." Xiao Zhang said staring at his eyes.

The man was obviously going to the Tanzhe Temple to fight with Wang Po.

Xiao Zhang said it was unfair to Wang Po.

This shows that in his view, this person's realm strength is far above Wang Po, and logically speaking, he should not fall into identity with Wang Po.

Wang Po is at the top of the Freedom List, and is the strongest person in the world under the sacred realm. Who can be better than him in the world?

If there is, then it must be the big men in the sacred realm, the old monsters that can be counted with both hands.

Who is this man? Which one is in all directions? Or is it an expert who has been hiding for many years?

Xiao Zhang knows who this person is, so it is unfair, but this does not mean that he is afraid of each other.

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

This makes him a little difficult to accept.

Just like Xun Mei, he tried to surpass Wang Po in his life. He couldn't accept it. When he hadn't succeeded, Wang Po was killed.

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

This person can kill Wang Po, Wang Po is stronger than him, but he wants to stop the other party, no matter how it looks, this is a very crazy idea.

He was originally a crazy person.

The rain fell on the iron gun and wet our hands.

That was Xiao Zhang's hand, very tight and powerful.

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

The man glanced at Xiao Zhang, his expression was indifferent, as if he had nothing.

His shoulder, like an iron wall, was washed by Qiu Yu, as if it had been polished thousands of times, exuding a metallic luster, and then exposed.

With a mumble, it pierced through the white paper.

Qiu Yu washes his iron gun, and his fingers were slightly white.

After all, Xiao Zhang did not shoot.

In other words, he failed to shoot.

He could only look at the man and walked towards Tanzhe Temple in the autumn rain.

Like an iron wall, a cold light.

...

...

Iron tree, one of the wind and rain in all directions.

He was born in Daxizhou. He fell into the sea to escape when he was young, crossed the ocean, and almost died. Fortunately, he was rescued by a person on the coast, who was called a stargazer.

In the past ten years, he wandered in the South China Sea to realize the Tao of Heaven, and now he has finally returned.

He enlightened the Tao of Heaven and cultivated the flesh.

The iron tree blooms, which is as famous as the little red flower of another kind, but no one has ever seen it with his own eyes.

He came to the Tanzhe Temple.

The leaves of the old tree had fallen, and some yellow leaves remained on the ground, soaking in the rain.

Tie Shu walked to the stone bench, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Just like Wang Po these days.

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