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Jiang Shuo turned around and saw a group of men in long blue robes with long swords at their waists. The man in the lead, with a square face, was shouting at him.

"What's the matter?" This was the first time Jiang Shuo met someone outside of Crimson Cloud Village, and he had to be careful.

"Do you know if there are any strange people in this mountain?" The square-faced man asked. Seeing Jiang Shuo covered in wounds, he must have encountered a wild animal in the forest. Strangely, the wild beasts here were exceptionally fierce. On the way here, a few of their brothers were also injured.

Jiang Shuo's heart suddenly tightened. The Crimson Cloud Village had an ancestor's teaching-- they must not leak the location of the stronghold to outsiders. Although the various fierce beasts that were arranged to prevent their family members from leaving, it was also to prevent outsiders from entering.

He had asked several times before, 'If I can't leave this place, what is the meaning of this ancestral scripture?' The Great Elder only repeated the same line over and over again, patiently repeating the rigid teachings, causing the teachings of the ancestor to fuse with Jiang Shuo's body like a blood vessels. If he were to touch even a little bit of it, it would deeply stimulate his nerves.

"I don't know." Jiang Shuo shook his head and turned to leave.

"Hmm?" Jiang Shuo's actions aroused the square-faced man's suspicion. He raised his eyebrows and threatened, "I haven't finished asking, stop right there."

His opponent's tone sounded like he was being questioned from above, making him feel disgusted. Jiang Shuo turned a deaf ear to it and continued to walk forward.

"Hmph, don't know what's good for you." The square-faced man waved his hand and his subordinates all rushed out to catch up with him.

"If you don't want to suffer, you'd better not resist." An enemy came up behind Jiang Shuo and reached out a hand to grab his shoulder. Jiang Shuo stood with his feet apart and twisted his waist to avoid the enemy's palm. Then he bent his knee forward and hit the enemy's soft underbelly. The enemy cried out in pain, his hands clutching his stomach as he bent over like a shrimp out of water, trembling uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Shuo narrowed his eyes, looking very strange. When he was living in the Scarlet Cloud Village, he had sparred with his clansmen before. This level of collision was not painful nor itchy, so where could he have such a huge reaction?

The other enemies all had the same change in expression. Taking out their swords from their waists, they angrily pounced at Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo had been dealing with the prey, and the enemy's moves were clearly displayed in front of him, as if they were slowing down their movements. When hunting in the Crimson Cloud Village, when they encountered fierce and agile prey, the clansmen would divide the work and surround it bit by bit, trapping it in a trap. Then, they would dispatch their experts to encircle and annihilate it. In order to prevent the beasts from getting hurt, the clansmen would learn to move around in a small space. Now that Jiang Shuo had used his movement technique, the enemy could not even touch his shadow, and he was being played in circles. From time to time, Jiang Shuo would launch one or two attacks, the brutal force of the attacks was unbearable for the enemy.

"Get out of my way, I don't want to hurt you." Jiang Shuo skillfully shuttled back and forth among the enemy group, shaking off the two enemies in front, planning to take the road.

"Shameless boasting, but defeating a few unpopular disciples, do you really think that my Xuan Ming Sect has no one else?" His fellow sect member's terrible performance caused the square-faced man to lose all face. His left hand gripped his sword hilt, unsheathed his sword, and the sword hilt shot forward towards Jiang Shuo's back.

Suddenly, Jiang Shuo felt something from behind him, and he turned around, placing his palms together to meet the sword's hilt. "Pu!" A muffled sound was heard, and the long sword spun in the air before flying back. Jiang Shuo was knocked back a few steps, his palms aching. He couldn't help but be surprised at the enemy's strength, thinking that he had been too naive and underestimated the people outside.

The square-faced man coldly snorted and jumped up with one foot. He took the opportunity to receive the long sword in the air. With a twist of his wrist, the blade flew into the air, emitting a dense, cold light. Jiang Shuo spun around, barely dodging the attack. The square-faced man had a disdainful smile on his face as the tip of his sword suddenly changed direction and horizontally sliced through the air. The sword moved fast and strange, even though Jiang Shuo was quick and nimble, his black hair had been cut off at the temples. The square-faced man took advantage of the victory to attack. Wave after wave of attacks came crashing down on Jiang Shuo, making him feel more and more uncomfortable, and he was instantly suppressed.

As the battle became more and more intense, another group of people rushed over after hearing the commotion.

The person was also dressed in green, and there was a young man standing in the middle of the crowd. He wore a jade button tied to his front lapel and a long, snow-white sword sheathed in a scabbard at his waist. Someone wanted to help, but he stopped them. He stared fixedly at Jiang Shuo in the middle of the battle, as if he was deep in thought. His calm eyes were like an unfathomable pool.

Jiang Shuo had just fought the giant eagle and the wolf pack. Not only was he exhausted, he was also injured. He, who was unarmed, was in pain and fatigue. Every time he raised his hand to raise his foot, it was painful and torturous. His movements gradually slowed down. He was already in a sorry state and was surrounded by danger.

At the moment, Jiang Shuo was about to dodge the stab, but the wound in his thigh suddenly gave off a bone-piercing pain. With a "Si La" sound, his clothes were torn to shreds, and a bloody wound appeared on his chest.

"Obediently tell me what you want to know, so why are you going through all this torture?" The square-faced man smiled proudly, and then bravely advanced forward, the sword tip piercing straight into Jiang Shuo's throat. It seemed like a simple sword, but behind it was a series of changes, like an invisible giant net, enveloping Jiang Shuo, making it impossible for him to escape.

Jiang Shuo's eyes shone with a bright light, and instead of retreating, he advanced towards the blade of the sword. At the same time, he stretched out his hand, and a bright golden light surrounded his palm. The square-faced man was surprised by Jiang Shuo's move, because he was half a beat too slow. In the next moment, Jiang Shuo's palm touched the enemy's elbow, and with a "pa", a weak golden light flashed, and immediately disappeared without a trace. "As if a strange force had seeped into his body, the square-faced man's pupils dilated with shock. He felt as if his lower arm had been cut off and lost all sensation. He saw it happen with his own eyes, but was unable to move, not a part of his body.

"Scram!" Jiang Shuo struck out with both of his palms, pressing on the enemy's chest. The square-faced man was sent flying, his back heavily hitting the tree trunk, producing a "peng" sound.

At this moment, the sword-wielding youth who was not far away had his calm eyes ripple as if he had been thrown into a huge rock. His eyebrows suddenly tightened, and he stared at Jiang Shuo in disbelief, lowering his voice and spitting out two words: "Bone Sealing Technique." When he said those words, even he himself was extremely excited, and his voice couldn't help but slightly tremble.

"Damn it, you bastard! If I don't kill you today, I won't be called Yang Jun!" On the other side, Jiang Shuo's attack sent Yang Jun into a rage as he spat out a string of vulgarities. He switched the sword to his left hand, shouting as he charged towards Jiang Shuo. In that instant, the silver snakes danced chaotically, filled with killing intent. The sword aura that filled the sky carried a sharp killing intent, rolling forward like an avalanche. Under the barrage of attacks, the impenetrable Jiang Shuo was like a small boat in a storm, with only one path to destruction.

In the nick of time, a green light shot in from the side, standing between Yang Jun and Jiang Shuo.

Yang Jun was shocked. He was so angry that he had no time to retract his move. In the next second, the sword shadow that was like raging waves rushed to the youth's front, as if wanting to swallow him whole.

The young man, Mt. Tai, had not changed in the slightest. He gripped the sword hilt with all his might. He drew his sword like a flood dragon or a swimming snake. The light and shadow that were as thin as silk flashed, stripping Yang Jun's sword of its killing intent.

Clang!

The two swords collided. The young man's sword was as calm as a rock, directly sending the other's sword flying. The long sword cut through the air and stabbed deeply into the tree. It even pierced through the tree trunk that was as thick as a person's thigh. Yang Jun's left wrist was in pain, and the web of his palm was already bleeding.

"I am Yang Jun, no offense, please forgive me, Young Lord." Yang Jun half knelt before the young man, begging for forgiveness with fear. He had been scared out of his wits just now. If he had accidentally hurt the young master's hair, the sect leader would have skinned him alive once he returned.

"Get up. Your sword is still not able to injure me." The Young Lord's gaze shifted to Yang Jun's injured right forearm. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "How is your injury?"

Being flattered, Yang Jun probed his right hand. Although there was still a feeling of obstruction, he was able to move normally.

The young lord thought for a moment, then turned around and walked slowly to Jiang Shuo on the other side. Seeing this, Yang Jun secretly looked forward to it. He thought to himself that Young Lord still didn't know how to deal with this kid who had offended the Xuan Ming Sect. The young master walked up to Jiang Shuo, cupped his hands in front of his chest and said, "My senior brother offended you just now, please forgive me."

Seeing this scene, Yang Jun was taken aback. Jiang Shuo who had a vigilant look was also taken aback. After staring blankly for a while, he waved his hand and said, "It's alright." If there's nothing else, I'll be taking my leave. "

With that, Jiang Shuo turned to leave, but was stopped by the young master. "Please wait a moment." "I am the young master of the Xuan Ming Sect, Chen Zhentian. I would like to ask …"

After all, Jiang Shuo had saved his life just now, so he returned the salute and said, "My name is Jiang Shuo."

"So it's Brother Jiang Shuo." Chen Zhentian smiled kindly, "Brother Jiang, you and I can be considered to have become friends after a fight." "Honestly speaking, my senior brother Yang Jun's kung fu skills are above average in the Xuan Ming Sect. However, he was defeated by brother Jiang in one move. I wonder which sect Brother Jiang's teacher is from?"

After asking this question, his eyes flashed with a bright light as he stared at Jiang Shuo, as if he could see through him.

"Martial arts?" Jiang Shuo shook his head and replied calmly, "These moves are passed down in my family. They are just a few self-defense techniques, it is hard to be in the great hall."

While fighting with these martial artists, Jiang Shuo could already feel the uniqueness of his technique. He remembered that when he was learning, he first memorized all the bones in the body, large and small, practiced the obscure Qi circulation technique, accurately attacked, and sealed his bones to prevent movement. A lie required countless lies to be covered up. Since he had decided to conceal the existence of the Crimson Cloud Village, then he could not reveal anything related to the Crimson Cloud Village.

Chen Zhentian frowned, this answer obviously didn't satisfy him.

"I have something to take care of. Brother Chen, we will part ways here." After waiting for a long time for a reply, Jiang Shuo took his leave again, deciding to leave this place as soon as possible.

Watching Jiang Shuo's fading back, Chen Zhentian's fingers lightly touched the hilt of his sword, a trace of coldness in his eyes.