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Who was Ye Zheng?

Chang Lou hadn't known who the Ye Zheng they were referring to was and he'd never even heard of this name before. However, judging from their reactions, they could easily deduce one thing, and that was — Ye Zheng was an expert! A sword expert!

At this moment, seeing with his own eyes Ye Zheng, who had caused Changfeng and the other two to be frightened and awed, Chang Lou froze and subconsciously rubbed his eyes.

He would rather believe that he had seen wrongly than to believe that Ye Zheng, the man who had made all the experts revere him, would grow up to be like this.

It wasn't that Ye Zheng was ugly or that he was short, it was just that he was too young, far too young.

He looks no older than fifteen or sixteen. He's even more monstrous than that guy." At the very least, the evildoer in the wind was the evildoer in the human realm, whereas this Ye Zheng was the evildoer in the gods. The two were on two completely different levels.

His fair and handsome face did not have the slightest hint of childishness. Instead, it was calm and serious. His pair of eyes were bright and full of spirit, without a single ripple.

If not for his age being determined by his physiological characteristics, Chang Lou would have treated him as an old monster that had cultivated for a long time.

Ye Zheng, clad in white, held a Green Edge Sword in his hand as he looked indifferently at Pathless, whose murderous aura was billowing in the sky.

Under the breathless gazes of the three people of the world, he stretched out his long and pure white hand and slowly clenched it.

Just a moment ago, the Divine Sword of Pathless that was emitting endless might had arrived beside him like a cicada returning to its nest. It was jumping up and down happily.

That's right! It was very cheerful, and this sword was very cheerful!

Whether it was Chang Lou, Tian Chanzi, or Chang Feng, they all saw Pathless's joy. As top swordsmen, they naturally understood swords, so the Pathless Sword was truly happy!

Clang! With a clang, the Boundless Sword reluctantly flew over, flying to the side of Chang Lou.

Other than Chang Feng, the rest of the world and Zhi Ling were all shocked. They didn't understand how this white-haired man could obtain the Boundless Sword, and why Ye Zheng wanted to give him the sword.

This made them feel somewhat uncomfortable and unconvinced.

Chang Lou didn't understand how soy sauce could win the prize in a match.

For a moment, he did not react, allowing Pathless to clang in front of him.

Wudao had attracted the attention of everyone. Under their envious and jealous gazes, Chang Lou let out a long sigh and slowly stretched out his hand, holding onto the Pathless Sword.

Sensing the surging killing intent within the sword, Chang Lou couldn't help but loosen his grip.

The Boundless Sword stabbed into the soil and swayed in the wind. It seemed to be struggling and wailing. It possessed a power that thirsted for freedom.

Knowing that it was impossible to control such power, Chang Lou could only pat his butt and leave, leaving the three people of the world with a deep scar on the back of their heads.

Ye Zheng smiled slightly and summoned Pathless into his hands. He played with it a few times before frowning and throwing it into the sky.

He turned into a streak of light and flew off into the distance like a meteor, searching for his final destination.

In the end, it all came to nothing. The three people of the world, on the other hand, were not discouraged and left in a carefree manner.

When Chen Young Granny saw the Boundless Sword being sent flying by Ye Zheng, she fainted.

Of course, it was impossible for Chang Lou to know what Chen Young Mistress was like, and he was not in the mood to know what she was like.

He slowly moved through the bustling crowd, listening to the news from all directions with relish.

"Two days ago, Li Wuyi's wedding procession had already left the Iron Tiger Pass and entered the Qingyang Empire. According to their speed, they had at least arrived at the Divine Martial Pass of the Qingyang Empire … "Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord!"

He rewarded the attendant with a silver ingot and the information he obtained made Chang Lou flustered.

The Divine Martial Pass was the great defense of the Qingyang Empire from the Cold Moon Empire. There were countless experts within. Snatching a wife from a royal family inside was more or less difficult than stealing money from the heavens.

After passing through the Divine Martial Pass, one could enter the Azure Goat Desert just by walking through the Golden City Palace. The desert was filled with dangers everywhere, and it was not a place that a Natal Opening Realm expert could pass through.

At that moment, the delicacies in Chang Lou's mouth became tasteless like chewing on wax.

"Ah …" Don't Kill Me... Don't Kill Me... Don't kill me! "

A man ran into the room, mumbling something under the table. He held his head with both hands and looked around. His eyes were glazed and he was scared out of his wits.

"I say, you are quite handsome, how can you be so timid! Hiding like a mouse, if you have anything to say let the heroes hear it, if the matter of injustice may be able to help righteously. If you continue to wail like this, not only will you lose your man's identity, you will also not be able to solve the problem. "

A young hero pulled the man out from under the table. His words were well-spoken and very reasonable, causing everyone to cheer and practice.

"Ah …"

That person just screamed out, not saying a single word.

The heroes frowned. How could such a leaderless case display their might? They could not help but curse this person for being too cowardly.

Chang Lou walked over and patted the shoulder of the man who was panicking like a caged duck.

The person who pulled him out thought that Chang Lou wanted to persuade this coward, so he coldly said something.

"Don't waste your time. No matter how much you try to support a person like him, he will always be a pile of mud. No matter how hard you try, he will always be a rotten log."

Haojie looked at the coward with disdain. Men tended to compare themselves with other men. As long as one was inferior to the other, they would have the right to be disdainful.

"Fen Wan Town, Slaughtering the Town?"

Sensing a part of the coward's memories, Chang Lou couldn't help but be shocked. To openly massacre a town's people, even an evil demon would have a hard time doing so. Such an act could be said to be certain death.

However, according to the memory of the coward, the man who slaughtered the town stopped and then slit his throat with a disheveled look.

"He is holding a sword. The blade of the sword is dyed red with blood... Red... Both the blade and the blood are red... One sword, one sword, two … My daughter and son... Wife, Old Mother … Neighbors and Relatives... All dead! All dead! "

Chang Lou seemed to be deep in thought after hearing the words of the coward.

"Haha …" This person is truly scared out of his wits. Even if he is making up nonsense, how could the black blade be stained red?

The words of someone boasting reminded Chang Lou that the Pathless Sword was the black hilt of the blood-red blade.

"Could it be them?"

Chang Lou immediately thought of the few people at that time, but the world, Tempest, and Long Wind didn't seem to be that kind of person.

"I heard that a few large words were carved on the willow tree in West Willow Town today. Tonight, not even chickens or dogs are left!"

A person half-squatted on a wooden stool and silently revealed a big piece of news.

"Second brother, come here. I have a question for you!"

Chang Lou suddenly thought of something and frowned.