Chapter 5 The Man in Black

The Changsheng Temple at night was very quiet. Under the flickering lights, the empty main hall seemed a bit quiet.

Pei Xuanjing sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the Laojun statue, his eyes slightly closed, and the pine-patterned ancient sword was placed on the ground in front of him.

At this moment, a black shadow fell silently from the wall outside the hall.

The man in black identified the direction, came to the outside of the main hall, gently pushed open the door, and saw Pei Xuanjing sitting with his back to the door.

"You are here."

Pei Xuanjing said abruptly with his back to the door.

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the masked man in black, "Do you know who I am?"

Pei Xuanjing picked up the pine-patterned ancient sword, stood up from the futon, turned around, and smiled, "May I ask what the Zhang family master is here for so late at night?"

The visitor was Zhang Zhiyi, the patriarch of the Zhang family, and another eighth-grade warrior in this small town in the border county besides Pei Xuanjing.

Zhang Zhiyi, who was wearing a black and masked clothes, didn't care that his identity was exposed. "Don't you already know the purpose of my coming?"

The purpose of his coming tonight was to kill Pei Xuanjing.

Although Zhang Zhiyi relied on the resources given by the Iron Palm Sect to break through the eighth rank, he also knew that he was not young anymore and would only be at this level in his life, and there would be no chance to break through.

On the other hand, Pei Xuanjing, a warrior who broke through the ninth rank at the age of sixteen, was only slightly inferior in talent to his son who joined the Iron Palm Sect. Once he was given time, he would definitely threaten the interests of the Zhang family in the future.

What's more, Changsheng Temple occupied a large share of the interests in this city, which was also a major obstacle to the rise of the Zhang family.

It can be said that no matter from which aspect, killing Pei Xuanjing would be a beneficial and harmless move for the Zhang family.

"It seems that there is no room for negotiation." Pei Xuanjing also figured out the conflict between the two, which was almost irreconcilable.

What's more, he did not forget that in the last simulation, even if he chose to keep things quiet, the other party would not willingly give up the benefits he had obtained.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient pine-patterned sword in Pei Xuanjing's hand came out of its sheath with a clang, and he stamped his feet suddenly, and the whole person chopped down at Zhang Zhiyi as fast as lightning.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Zhiyi didn't expect Pei Xuanjing to act so decisively, and his face changed drastically. He drew his long sword from his waist and rushed forward in a hurry.

As soon as they fought, Zhang Zhiyi suddenly felt something was wrong.

Because he found that the opponent was not a ninth-grade warrior as rumored outside, but an eighth-grade warrior like himself. Moreover, the opponent seemed to have mastered a sword technique that could integrate the soul and penetrate the realm.

This kid can't be defeated.

Zhang Zhiyi immediately changed his idea of ​​​​cutting the grass and eradicating the roots. While parrying, he said, "Master Pei, why do you have to do this? Since you are also an eighth-grade warrior. Why don't you join forces with my Zhang family and share this city with you!"

Pei Xuanjing didn't answer, but his sword moves became more fierce, and there was murderous intent everywhere.

Zhang Zhiyi felt the other party's strong killing intention. Although he hated it, he could only force himself to smile and speak, half persuading and half threatening.

"With your talent, why should you stay here? My son recently worshipped an elder of the Iron Palm Sect as his master. If you are willing, I would like to introduce you to the elder of the Iron Palm Sect."

Hearing the other party mention the son who worshipped the Iron Palm Sect, and thinking of his own experience in the simulation, Pei Xuanjing's killing intention became even stronger.

After a few moves, Pei Xuanjing slashed Zhang Zhiyi's throat with a sword, and the other party died.

Before Zhang Zhiyi died, his unwilling eyes stared at Pei Xuanjing, full of despair and unwillingness.

He didn't expect that he had just broken through to the eighth-grade warrior and died before he could enjoy it.

He was even more afraid of what kind of monster he had provoked for the Zhang family.

Pei Xuanjing didn't care what Zhang Zhiyi thought.

He wiped the blood off the pine-patterned ancient sword and called Lao Xu.

Old Xu naturally knew the head of the Zhang family, and he also knew that he had just broken through to the eighth-rank warrior.

Although he was curious about how the other party appeared here and was killed by the master of the temple.

But seeing the serious expression of the master, Old Xu just silently followed the master's instructions, dragged the body of the head of the Zhang family to the back mountain of Changsheng Temple, and dug a pit to bury it casually.

"Hey, I'm afraid this is the most unjust eighth-rank warrior who has ever died in the city!"

Looking at the head of the Zhang family who had just been buried by him, Old Xu sighed and sighed.

In the next few days.

Without mentioning Old Xu's sigh, just say that the head of the Zhang family got the resources of the Iron Palm Sect and was about to break through to the eighth-rank warrior. Although no one mentioned it openly, the forces that should know it secretly also knew it.

When Zhang Zhiyi died quietly in Changsheng Temple, it caused a lot of waves, and the most horrified was the Zhang family.

On that day, Zhang Zhiyi broke through the eighth-rank warrior and came to assassinate Pei Xuanjing. Many elders of the Zhang family knew about it.

But when there was no news from their own head, and Pei Xuanjing, the master of Changsheng Temple, was reading books and practicing martial arts in the temple as usual, this undoubtedly made the elders of the Zhang family terrified. They immediately changed their strategy and even sent many elite children away to avoid the crisis in order to prevent retaliation.

Although Pei Xuanjing killed Zhang Zhiyi, he knew that he could not force him too much now, after all, there was an Iron Palm Sect behind him that dominated the northwest road.

In the following days, he continued to refine his notes and accumulate Dao Yun, and did not choose to show up.

Another half year passed in a flash, and on this day, Pei Xuanjing accumulated enough Dao Yun again.

[Dao Yun: 532 points. 】

[Are you using a life simulator? To use it once, you need to consume 500 Daoyun points. 】

Pei Xuanjing chose 'yes' without any hesitation.

[Fifty avenue, forty-nine Tianyan, escape one of them! Therefore, everything in the world has a glimmer of hope! 】

Seventeen years old: The head of the Zhang family, who has broken through to the eighth level of martial arts, wanted to attack you at night, but you killed him instead.

After a few months, you found that your hard work was useless and that this small town was of no help to your practice, so you decided to leave.

Twenty years old: After leaving the small town, with the strength of an eighth-level warrior, after more than two years of training, and with the swordsmanship that has penetrated all realms, you have also gained a lot of fame and been called a genius.

At this moment, there is news that the secret paradise has been born. With the encouragement of some friends, you go with them.

Three months later, you walked out of the secret paradise. Although you survived, you were still terrified.

You didn't expect that there would be such a fierce struggle in the secret realm this time. There was an endless stream of strong and talented people of all kinds, fighting each other in order to compete for that rare object.

Although you didn't capture any rare items, you were lucky enough to survive and obtained a bottle of human yuan elixir and many belongings from a dead warrior.

Twenty-four years old: With the help of that bottle of Renyuan Great Pill and those treasures, you finally practiced "Yi Mu Jue" to the third level and were promoted to a seventh-level warrior.

Twenty-five years old: As a seventh-level warrior, you offended a young genius during an expedition with your friends. The other party defeated you easily. You were seriously injured and your foundation was damaged.

Twenty-eight years old: Without finding a way to treat the injury, it is difficult for your martial arts to improve. Feeling discouraged, you feel that you want to leave here and return to the concept of immortality.

But on the way back, you encountered bandits and robbery. Although you tried your best to avoid it, you still had a conflict and were eventually killed by the bandits.

【This life is over. 】