Jinyiwei's Killing God System

Chapter 183
Both Yang Youji and Yan Long laughed.

Yang Youji said: "Elder He, you are so old-hearted, you keep sneaking eyes on the little girl!"

He Ping smiled and said, "Brother, I didn't take a peek at her at that time. It was just because she was standing next to Princess Yunhuang, so I just took a second look."

As soon as He Ping finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to wake up from something, and said to Yan Long: "Do you also know this woman in yellow?"

Yan Long shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Then how do you know that she is from the Sword Pavilion of the High Heaven?"

Yan Long said: "Because of the sword in her hand!"

He Ping looked at the long cloth bag in the woman's hand and said, "Is that the thing?"

"Exactly. If my predictions are correct, this sword is the 'Qiuli Sword' used by Tang Baihua, the Qijue God. Its sword energy is like a spring in the ground, and it is as cold as the bone." Yan Long said.

At this time, it was He Ping and Yang Youji's turn to look at Yan Long suspiciously and said, "Through the cloth, you can tell what kind of sword it is?!"

Yan Long said lightly: "I can't see it, it's just a feeling!"

The detection and identification program of the Killing God system has a very powerful identification function for item identification, especially for such a famous product as the "Qiu Li Sword", it is not difficult at all to identify it through the aura.

At this moment, Rong Kuohai, the master of the Kongtong sect, said to the woman in the yellow shirt: "Who is the girl, please? You actually took my sword move with a jade hairpin!" Men Zhang Shiwen also had the same question.

The woman in the yellow shirt didn't say a word, she just took out a jade tablet from her bosom, held it in her palm and showed it to Rong Kuohai, only to see the words "Lingxiao Jiange" engraved on the jade tablet.

Rong Kuohai recognized the token of Lingxiao Jiange, and his complexion changed drastically.When he came to Yongping Mansion this time, he thought he would compete for supremacy in the Jiange's Sword Discussion Conference, but it was just a little girl in Lingxiao Jiange who easily defeated Panlong Potian, who claimed to be the strongest ultimate move. , I couldn't help feeling ashamed and disappointed, his face turned green and red, and he murmured: "This... this..."

The woman in the yellow shirt said: "Your swordsmanship has already been completed, but your mind is restless, you are so ambitious, your swordsmanship is fierce but not rigid, and your sword is fast but not accurate. The nine movements of the flying dragon are rare and exquisite sword moves in the world. But you But such a good sword technique wasted in vain. You need to know that if you don't practice your sword moves, you will never be able to achieve what you want. Afterwards, I advise you not to participate in the Sword Discussion Conference, otherwise you may lose your life. "

After hearing this, Rong Kuohai lowered his head in embarrassment, and walked out of the wine shop silently.

Zhang Shiwen wanted to ask the woman in the yellow shirt some more words, but the woman in the yellow shirt turned to him and said, "Your light work is good, but it's a pity that you are too focused on the chic and beautiful body skills, and neglect the basic skills of exerting force on your legs and waist. Your master must not have taught you this way!"

Zhang Shiwen clasped his fists in embarrassment and lowered his head, "Thank you for your teaching, my sister, may I ask what your name is?"

The woman in the yellow shirt smiled and said, "I'm not as old as you, what's your name? My name is Linglong, and I'm Princess Yunhuang's maid."

After hearing this, Zhang Shiwen stared at her blankly, not wanting to leave.

Linglong smiled heartily: "What are you looking at? Don't leave yet."

"Oh!" Zhang Shiwen responded and was about to leave.

Linglong suddenly stopped him again, Zhang Shiwen turned around with a confused face and said, "Sister Linglong, what else can I do?"

Seeing his funny expression, Linglong held back her smile and said, "You guys had such a big fight, almost demolished the store's house, and rotted the tables, chairs and stools all over the floor, don't you just want to leave like this? ?"

"Oh!" Zhang Shiwen came back to his senses, took out a bank note from his pocket, paid it to the owner of the restaurant, and left.

Seeing that there was no show to watch, all the drinkers returned to their seats one after another, and Linglong also returned to her drinking table.

Yan Long looked at Pingting who was walking towards her, and thought to himself: "This girl is kind and lovely. I just don't know what kind of person her master, Princess Yunhuang is?"

Before Linglong was seated, He Ping had already spoken, and he said, "Miss Linglong, our Changkong Gang and Lingxiao Jiange are also predestined, why don't you come over and have a drink together?"

Linglong was also annoyed at He Ping's accusation of being a big dog just now, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Hmph, old man, drink it by yourself, I won't go over."

He Ping sighed, and quickly drank a large bowl of wine to cover up the embarrassing expression on his face.Yang Youji chuckled and drank a large bowl of wine with him.

Yan Long said to Linglong: "Miss Linglong is waiting for someone?"

After hearing this, Linglong glanced at Yan Long and said, "How do you know?"

Yan Long smiled and said: "The wine and vegetables on the girl's table are cold, but the girl doesn't realize it. Whenever there is a light person passing by outside the wine shop, the girl will definitely glance out unconsciously. Could it be that the girl is waiting for her sweetheart?" ?"

"That's not it." Linglong said shyly.Then, she raised her head, looked at Yan Long and said, "Vice Hall Master Yan, I'm just waiting for an old friend, in order to fulfill one of his wishes."

"We have never met before, do you know my name is Yan Long?" Yan Long asked strangely.

"Don't you also know that I'm from the High Heaven Sword Pavilion?" Linglong pouted and asked.Just now, Yan Long and the others did not deliberately lower their voices, but she heard them.

Yan Long smiled and said: "I just guessed roughly. I wonder if the girl is holding the 'Qiu Li Sword'?"

Linglong said: "Exactly. Mr. Yan has good eyesight."

Yan Long said: "I heard that this sword is one of the fifty famous swords in Lingxiao Jiange. It is extremely rare. I didn't expect it to be Miss Linglong's personal sword."

For some reason, a trace of sadness flashed across Linglong's eyes.She said sadly: "No, this sword is not mine. I just gave it to others under the order of the princess."

Yan Long asked: "Who do you want to give it to?"

Linglong didn't answer, she looked towards the door of the restaurant.

The three of Yan Long followed her gaze and looked at the gate together.

I saw a young man as lonely as snow striding forward on the snow bank by the lake.

His figure was thin, his face was handsome, and his expression was proud. Although his white clothes were already in tatters, his expression still looked like that of a nobleman who was going to the palace for a banquet.He holds a sword in his left hand, and a square box wrapped in cloth in his right hand.

Seeing the anticipation on Linglong's face, Yan Long knew that this young man was what she was waiting for.

At this time, He Ping spoke. He looked at the young man who walked into the felt tent in the snowstorm and said, "I know this man."

"Who is he?"

"His name is Nangong Wushang!" Before He Ping could speak, Linglong seemed to be talking to herself.

Nangong Wushang, the number one heir of the Nangong family, was congenitally weak, but was rescued by a genius doctor and survived.His parents took pity on him, so he named him Wushang.

His sword is as famous as his family background, they are all so prominent and dazzling, until three years ago, his father Nangong Ning was defeated by Qingfeng Sword Sect Zuo Xingtang.

Only then did his sword change, becoming bleak and full of killing intent.

Now, he came, with a sword in his hand, and with a murderous look all over his body, he came.

(End of this chapter)