In the north of Tianyu City, an old man in a black robe was walking slowly on the street. When he saw a blacksmith shop, he went in to ask around, but it seemed that he never found anything.

This old man was Yun Ling. Yun Ling was afraid of alerting the enemy, so he put away the jade pendant in the grove and held his breath. Just when Yun Ling was about to give up and go to the Jin family in Tianyu City to make trouble to avenge his father's injury; Yun Ling saw an old beggar hiding by the city wall. Yun Ling walked over, took out a few spiritual essences and gave them to the old beggar.

The old beggar took the spiritual essence with a broken bowl in his trembling hands. His face was full of vicissitudes, his clothes were worn out, and his shoes were a pair of broken straw sandals. The old beggar made a gesture of thanks with both hands and kept thanking Yun Ling. But he didn't say anything.

Yun Ling was a little touched. There are beggars in the world of cultivation? It should be an ordinary person with no cultivation. Or maybe there are no descendants, or the descendants are unfilial. In old age, no one takes care of him and he ends up on the street.

"Old brother, have you ever heard of the one-eyed blacksmith in the north of the city? Do you know where he is?" Yun Ling asked.

The old beggar was grateful to Yun Ling, and was very touched to see Yun Ling calling him brother. But he didn't speak.

The old beggar's eyes were evasive, as if he was afraid of something.

Yun Ling thought that the old beggar must know, but this blacksmith was really mysterious. He was just a blacksmith, but it was so hard to find.

Yun Ling took out a pile of spiritual essence and said:

"If you are willing to tell me the truth, these spiritual essences will belong to you. These are enough for you to eat and drink in the future."

The old beggar saw these spiritual essences and moved his lips, but hesitated for a moment. Turning to face the wall, he seemed to be struggling. Finally, the old beggar made up his mind, took the pile of spiritual essences and hid them in his arms.

"It's inconvenient to talk here, sir, please follow me." The old beggar said in a very low voice. After that, he got up and walked towards the alley, with a slow pace and limping. Yun Ling followed closely behind him.

When they reached the depths of the alley, the old man found a place to sit, sat down slowly, and motioned Yun Ling to sit down as well.

"This blacksmith in the north of the city is well-known in Tianyu City, but there are only a handful of people who know his whereabouts. And I happen to be one of them." The old beggar spoke in a hoarse voice and slowly, and it seemed that he had used up all his strength every time he finished a word.

Seeing this, Yun Ling stretched out his right hand and placed it in front of the old man's chest, transmitting some very gentle spiritual energy. Then Yun Ling said:

"Old brother, please continue. Where is he?"

The old beggar seemed to be 10 years younger after receiving the spiritual energy. His movements were faster and his speech was faster. Yun Ling was puzzled. If ordinary people received the spiritual energy, the effect should not be so significant, because ordinary people's spiritual veins were not open, only the thickness of a needle, and it was difficult to absorb the spiritual energy. So Yun Ling concluded that this old beggar was also a cultivator before. The old man saw that Yun Ling's shoes were a little dirty, so he used the corner of his clothes to wipe Yun Ling's shoes. Then he said:

"That night I was resting by the city wall, and I happened to see a group of people leaving the city gate. One of them had one eye covered with a black cloth, and he was sturdy and walked briskly. I heard one of them say, 'One-eyed craftsman, have you finished my hidden weapon for me? How is it going?' The man with one eye covered replied impatiently, 'It's almost done, don't rush, don't rush. Don't say anything, let's go back and talk!' After that, one of them found me, and in an instant, the person who found me rushed in front of me and said, 'Old man, you can only blame your bad luck! You saw something you shouldn't have seen!' He was going to kill me after saying that." The old beggar paused and continued:

"Thanks to my quick thinking, I pretended to be dumb, and kept shouting 'Aba Aba Aba'. One of them looked over and said, 'Forget it, forget it, a dumb person, there is no need to silence him, let's go. Hey, let's go, let's go!' After that, they left."

"Where did they go?" Yun Ling asked.

"They went out of the city and continued walking north. There are only two villages in the north. Further away is the Soul-Breaking Mountains." The old beggar said slowly.

"Okay, thank you, old brother." After saying that, Yun Ling turned and left. Headed for the city gate and prepared to leave the city.

As soon as he left the alley, Yun Ling felt as if someone was staring at him. Yun Ling thought it was not good, and immediately turned back and walked quickly into the alley. Soon, Yun Ling returned to the depths of the alley just now.

Yun Ling trembled all over, staring at the old beggar with his eyes fixed. In an instant, Yun Ling's aura as a quasi-martial artist was fully released, which was frightening.

The old beggar had already been beheaded, with no life at all, and blood all over the ground, and the spiritual essence that Yun Ling gave him was nowhere to be found. The old beggar's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide open, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying before he died.

Yun Ling walked forward and wrapped the old man's body with his spiritual energy. He exchanged for an ordinary coffin, put the old man in it, and then put the coffin into the spirit bag.

Yun Ling turned and left, and continued to walk towards the city gate. His footsteps were extremely heavy, and he exuded murderous aura. Yun Ling blamed himself very much. This old man was pitiful, and he forced him to ask things he shouldn't say. Yun Ling believed that this old beggar died because of him. This was the first person to die because of him.

Yun Ling knew that there was a group of people following him now, and they also knew his cultivation as a quasi-martial artist, but after all, he was a quasi-martial artist, and the fight would definitely be huge. The other party would definitely not want to alarm the city lord's mansion to come out to maintain order. I want to find a remote place to kill me.

Yun Ling was not afraid in his heart. With such luxurious equipment, Yun Ling didn't believe that he would not be able to beat him! Even if he couldn't beat him, he had the instant talisman in his hand. Unless the other party was a venerable strongman, but this was impossible. And the only venerable strongman in Tianyu City was the city lord Ye Feng.

Yun Ling walked straight to the city gate, and after leaving the city gate, he walked directly to a remote place in the suburbs. After walking for about five minutes, he arrived at a very remote place. Yun Ling stood still, slowly drew out the Bu Guang Sword, and said:

"Since you have been following me for so long, come out and meet me."

Suddenly, five people flew out of the woods next to them and landed steadily on the grass. All five of them were strong men, with muscular bodies and sharp eyes. Yun Ling narrowed his eyes slightly. These five people were all quasi-martial arts masters! The aura of the five people was extremely domineering, and at first glance, they were people with rich combat experience. One of them said:

"You are just a quasi-martial arts master, but you dare to come to this remote place knowing that someone is following you. We are just worrying about how to start, but you are so obedient. Are you really going to take revenge for a beggar?"

"I thought you had some trump card, but we see that you are just a quasi-martial arts master, and you have just been promoted." Another person said.

"What are you talking about? Come on if you want to fight. You are so hesitant, like a woman!" Yun Ling said, holding the Bu Guang Sword in his hand, and the spiritual energy in his body surged wildly, and then he attacked the five people directly.

This sentence directly angered the five people, and all the spiritual energy of the five people was released. Suddenly, sand and rocks flew, and the wind and clouds surged!

"Looking for death!" The five people urged their spiritual energy to meet him directly.

"Ding, master, congratulations to the master for successfully angering five quasi-martial arts masters and gaining 250 points. The current points are 33250."

Yun Ling poured all his spiritual energy into the Bu Guang Sword, and then shouted loudly.

"Piao Ling Shu Jian, the first sword!"

"Arrogant Sword!"