Fighter of the Destiny

As time goes by, autumn becomes deeper and the yellow leaves all over the sky fall away, leaving only the bare trunks and branches of the ancient trees in Tanzhe Temple.

The road into the mountain was still paved with fallen leaves, but after being wet by the autumn rain that started last night, it was no longer beautiful at all. It was just as annoying as a soaked quilt.

The wet fallen leaves have some advantages after all, that is, they won't make any sound when walking on them. Under the cover of the dark sky and rain, dozens of Zhou Dynasty military masters and more Qing officials The assassins and spies walked quietly through the mountain roads on wet fallen leaves and sneaked into the autumn forest on the mountainside.

The passages from Tanzhe Temple to the outside of the mountain are all controlled, and no one can leave.

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

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

A man walked up the mountain path, his face covered with a piece of white paper, covering his mouth and nose, but there were two black holes where his eyes were, which looked extremely scary.

——Hua Jia Xiao Zhang.

The raindrops falling from the sky automatically avoided him when they came in front of him. There was no trace of water on the white paper, it was clean and dry.

In this era of blooming wild flowers, countless monastic geniuses and domineering strong men have emerged, and he is the most terrifying and powerful one among them.

Like Xun Mei, he has been invincible in his life, except that he has not defeated Wang Po, not even once. Whether it was the Stone Cooking Conference or the Xiaoyao Ranking, he could only be ranked second.

But he was not afraid, let alone discouraged. He kept challenging Wang Po and fought even when he was defeated. Even if he went crazy and almost died, his will could not waver in the slightest.

This seemed like a great status for one person, but he didn't want to accept it.

Today, the autumn rain was miserable. He came from the mountain road, naturally he wanted to fight Wang Po again.

He never thought about whether Wang Po would accept it, because at this time, powerful men from the imperial court gathered and surrounded Tanzhe Temple. If Wang Po wanted to leave alive, he must first defeat him.

——Defeat him again, or be defeated by him.

The autumn wind blew the white paper, making the sound of broken leaves.

Autumn rain falls on the mountain road, and the wet fallen leaves make no sound.

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

There was indeed no sound when he stepped on the wet fallen leaves. The man passed through several blockades on the mountain road so quietly that even Xiao Zhang could not sense it in advance.

Who is this person, that he is so strong?

The man was dressed in black and was soaked by the rain, giving him an extremely cold and hard look.

His clothes, his eyebrows, the lines of his shoulders, and his hands behind his back all seemed to be made of iron.

He just stood in front of the mountain road, separating the autumn rain from the ground, the autumn wind from the white paper, and the Tanzhe Temple from the surrounding mountains and fields.

It is like a wall, and it is not an ordinary wall made of mud or bricks. It is an iron wall that cannot be ventilated.

Xiao Zhang knew who this person was. The two black holes on the white paper looked even deeper, and he could faintly see the hint of fanaticism.

You want to stop me? he said, looking at the man with an iron wall.

The man looked at him expressionlessly, as if he thought what Xiao Zhang said was extremely stupid and not worth answering at all.

Everyone knows that Painted Armor Xiao Zhang is a real lunatic with an extremely violent and arrogant behavior. No one dares to offend him easily, let alone despise him.

This person did this, and what was shocking was that although the fighting spirit in Xiao Zhang's deep eyes became stronger and stronger, in the end... he did not take action.

Xiao Zhang thought about that rumor, and with this person's relationship with Da Xizhou, there was no reason to take action for Wang Po, and said, If it's not the case, then why are you stopping in front of me?

The man said: Since I'm here, you naturally have to leave. You are no match for him. I don't want you to alert the enemy.

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

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

It's not fair to him. Xiao Zhang said looking into his eyes.

That man was obviously going to Tanzhe Temple to fight Wang Po.

Xiao Zhang said this was unfair to Wang Po.

This shows that in his opinion, this person's level of strength is far above that of Wang Po. Logically speaking, he should not lower himself to face Wang Po.

Wang Po is at the top of the list of Xiaoyao, and in the eyes of the world, the strongest person in the sacred realm. Who in the world can be said to be far superior to him in realm strength?

If there really are, then they must be the big shots in the sacred realm, those old monsters that can be counted on one hand.

Who is this person? Which one is in the storm in all directions? Or some expert who has been reclusive for many years?

Xiao Zhang knew who this person was, so it was unfair, but it did not mean that he was afraid of the other person.

He seemed to see Wang Po falling under the ancient tree later, covered in blood.

This was a little hard for him to accept.

Just like Xun Mei, he had been trying to surpass Wang Po all his life. He couldn't accept that Wang Po was killed before he could succeed.

At this moment, he had a strong desire to stop this man.

This man can kill Wang Po. Wang Po is stronger than him, but he wants to stop him. No matter how you look at it, this is an extremely crazy idea.

He was a very crazy person.

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

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

What qualifications do you have to be fair to me?

The man glanced at Xiao Zhang with an indifferent expression, as if he was nothing.

His shoulders, like iron walls, had been washed by the autumn rain, as if they had been polished countless times, exuding a metallic luster, and then their sharp edges emerged.

A muffled groan penetrated the white paper and came out.

Autumn rain washes the iron gun, and the fingers become slightly white.

Xiao Zhang still didn't draw his gun after all.

In other words, he failed to draw his gun.

He could only watch the man walking towards Tanzhe Temple in the autumn rain.

Like an iron wall, covered in cold light.

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

He was born in Daxizhou. When he was a child, he fell into the sea for some reason and fled. He crossed the ocean and almost died. Fortunately, he was saved by a man on the coast. That man was called Stargazer.

In the past ten years, he has wandered in the South China Sea to understand the way of heaven, and now he has finally returned.

What he understood was the way of heaven, what he cultivated was the physical body, and he was extremely powerful.

The blooming iron tree is as famous as the unusually red little red flower, but no one has ever seen it with their own eyes.

He came to Tanzhe Temple.

The leaves of the ancient trees have fallen off, and there are some yellow leaves left on the ground, soaked in the rain.

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

Just like Wang Po these days.