It's just the beginning of summer. In the fifteen continents of Tianyun Realm, the southwest border of Muxi Continent, Xu State and Yong County, the weather is covered with snow and the sky is freezing cold.

The light snow is gradually falling, and the moonlight is pale.

About ten miles away from the county seat, a young man who had just sent a letter hurriedly carried a few ordinary knives on his back and entered a "manor" backed by mountains and forests at night.

, returned to his room.

After lighting the candle, He Yanxiao walked to the wooden table and sat down, rubbing his stomach as if he felt a little uncomfortable.

But the next moment, he took off several identical but not sharp knives from his back and placed them flatly on the table.

"This is my first time trying it on a weapon. I hope it works."

As the story usually goes, He Yanxiao is a time-traveler with a hook. Unfortunately, his predecessor was a member of a cult who gathered people to cause trouble, and he was a character in trouble who was controlled by others.

To say that he is a member of the church is to discredit his predecessor's identity.

He Yanxiao was still not very clear about the specific situation. He only knew that his predecessor was an undercover lurking in this rural cult under the orders of an organization called "Jing'an Division".

From the vague memory of his predecessor, He Yanxiao roughly knew that his predecessor had been hanging around here for two or three years, always waiting for the order to go to the peak. It was a pity that he had been left here as if he had been forgotten for such a long time.

However, apart from being upright, He Yanxiao's predecessor was generally a tough guy who refused to do any dirty work after working for two or three years. Not to mention getting to the core, people would inevitably doubt his identity over time.

He Yanxiao was very puzzled by this.

To put a spy into such a dirty place, the predecessor must have done something to achieve success, or be a little clever and able to adapt to the wind.

But with a personality like his predecessor’s, he couldn’t even hide his identity. How on earth could he survive for so long in a tiger’s den?

The strange thing is that even a month ago, no one paid any attention to the predecessor. It was like a transparent person who could come and go freely here.

It wasn't until his predecessor died that he realized that the altar leader and guards in the cult had known that he was a spy...

It was also the same time point a month ago. This seemingly ordinary sect that recruited refugees to make money suddenly came from the outside with a mysterious "Mr. Mei", causing the leader of this cult called the "Altar of Immortality" to

It has to be received with caution.

Immediately afterwards, this cult stronghold changed its money-making style and secretly plotted something. Many people disappeared within a month, and most of them were dead.

The predecessor was a bit stupid and aloof, and did not know how to protect himself. He exposed this matter in public and questioned it in public, and was ordered to be executed by the outsider "Mr. Mei".

After receiving such an order, the altar leader and the four guardians in the sect no longer wanted to tolerate the existence of the predecessor, so they secretly killed the predecessor and severely humiliated the predecessor before his death. This was how He Yanxiao came to be.

The matter of the dove occupying the magpie's nest.

Alas, what an unlucky man!

However, He Yanxiao himself also started in hell and was not much better...

As for why He Yanxiao can continue to stay in this faction.

Well, if a person is "resurrected" and is seen by a group of people, the role he can play in such a small sect in the countryside is self-evident, and it will immediately be like a miraculous choice.

When he saw He Yanxiao's rebirth, "Mr. Mei", who had no interest in him at first, learned about He Yanxiao's background. After thinking about it, he probably felt that He Yanxiao was still valuable, so he gave He Yanxiao a chance to survive.

Not only that, "Mr. Mei" who ordered the killing seemed to be in urgent need of attracting more madman believers in this month, so he changed his mind and spared He Yanxiao's life.

As a result, He Yanxiao has clearly done nothing, but is being regarded as an example of a "miracle" to the outside world, specifically used to win over people's hearts and deceive more believers from hungry people.

But after a month, He Yanxiao basically got used to his situation, realized that the situation was getting worse, and was eager to end his torment and find a way out.

Just yesterday, "Mr. Mei" approached He Yanxiao and asked him to use his status as "Jing'an Secretary" to find a place to send a letter and lure a living sacrifice here.

"Mr. Mei" even promised that when everything is accomplished, He Yanxiao will be free.

Haha, freedom.

He Yanxiao understands very well that the great liberation of life is also a kind of freedom!

However, He Yanxiao, who had just traveled through time for a month, was at the end of his rope in order to get out of trouble, and did not have much room for bargaining.

Fortunately, he still has a trick that he can use, which allows him to continue to stay positive and enjoy the hardships.

"Add some dark blue...no response? Break the mirror beads, break them for me!"

"It doesn't work, why do I have to hold it with my hands?"

It turned out that there was a mysterious picture scroll in He Yanxiao's Dantian, surrounded by a hazy mist.

It just doesn't look very smart and you can't add points freely.

Looking at the motionless knives in front of him, He Yanxiao thought for a moment that they were all imported goods, so he reached out casually, picked one of them and held it in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, He Yanxiao meditated to "strengthen" again, and immediately next to the strange picture in his Dantian, an unknown force emerged, following He Yanxiao's meridians, like mist, and injected into the mouthful in his hand.

Fine iron sword.

The candlelight in the room was not lit, but in an instant, He Yanxiao saw that the knife in his hand seemed to have become much sharper under the candlelight.

He Yanxiao's mind suddenly moved, so he picked up one of the control guns on the table, aimed at it, and chopped it down with a knife.

"Click——"

"It's just a gap, it's okay."

The sword that had been strengthened once easily made a gap in the other blade that had not been strengthened.

The next second, He Yanxiao tried again to compare the toughness of both sides, using his internal strength to bend them hard, and stopped when they were almost bent.

As a result, there is not much difference between the limits of the two swords...

"Well, after the first strengthening, the hardness and sharpness of the knife have improved somewhat, but the toughness is average."

Seeing that the strengthening was useful, He Yanxiao immediately held his breath and strengthened it again.

As a result, his Dantian instantly lost another ray of mist energy, and it is still unclear how to speak.

And when the mysterious mist surrounding the blade subsided, He Yanxiao followed suit and took the twice-strengthened sword to cut off the one with the flaw.

"Dang Cang..."

The broken knife fell to the ground, and this time it was cut off directly!

At the same time, He Yanxiao put down the broken knife, picked another knife from the table, and continued to compete with the knife that had been strengthened twice.

"It's broken and can't be restored?"

There is no doubt that the toughness and strength of the ordinary knife cannot match half the toughness of the twice-strengthened knife.

In order to have some memory and understanding, He Yanxiao immediately summarized himself.

"The knife of 1 has become harder and stiffer, but the strength is about the same as before. The strength and toughness of the knife of 2 has improved a lot, which is already very good... The most important thing is the third time."

As his thoughts faded, He Yanxiao calmed down, took out another breath of mysterious mist from his Dantian, and injected it into the knife again.

In an instant, the blade of the sword let out a soft groan, like a flash of cold light. Even He Yanxiao's hand holding the sword was shaken, and the shape seemed to be somewhere between the Burmese sword and the Miao sword.

He Yanxiao took a closer look, and saw a long black hair in his sight, falling on the "3" blade without any effort, and broke silently after entering his eyes.

He Yanxiao was stunned for a moment, then used it to cut the table with curiosity. Even without the support of internal force, it was still like cutting tofu, cutting the table in half and collapsing.

However, He Yanxiao was not satisfied. He tried to strengthen it again. Unfortunately, this time it was just like his guess. He did not get any feedback. It seemed that "3" had reached the end of the knife.

"Blowing hair and cutting hair...or can I only have one adverb entry?"

Yes, this is He Yanxiao’s confidence!
Chapter completed!