The fairy is fierce

"Hey! I took the bait, I took the bait..."

On the edge of Duobao Pond, Zuo Lingquan and three people were sitting side by side, holding fishing rods in their hands. Not long after they were thrown into the pond, the fishing rod in Xie Qiutao's hand moved. ♚♞ ♦ ♦

Zuo Lingquan didn't know how to fish, so he helped pull the fishing rod up.

Tuanzi looked at a large handful of dried small fish and fed them to the fish. He felt very distressed. When a silly fish took the bait, he naturally became excited. He lay on the edge of the pool and looked down. He even opened his mouth and said, "It's almost in the bird's mouth." "Come" in a hurry.

I don’t know if the intimidation of the dumplings was too strong. Before Xie Qiutao could pull the things out of the water, he found that the fishing rod was empty and ran away.

Her big eyes were filled with panic, and she quickly took the dumplings back and lectured:

"How dare the fish come up with all your teeth and claws? Look, it ran away."

"grumble……"

Tuanzi was innocent, but couldn't defend himself, so he could only shrink back into Tang Jingxuan's arms and wait eagerly.

Xie Qiutao threw the rod again. After waiting for only a moment, the fishing rod moved again. After warning Tuanzi not to move, he skillfully pulled up a small green turtle, the size of a baby's fist, and not in good condition.

Xie Qiutao was a little disappointed and put the little turtle back into the water. When she saw Zuo Lingquan and Tang Jingxuan looking at her unexpectedly, the fishing rods in their hands did not move at all, so she leaned closer and explained softly:

"Don't worry, spiritual animals are all smart. No matter how good the bait is, the chance of being fooled is very low. I am different from people. I am naturally close to turtles. I have been attracted by turtles since I was a child. I inject my true energy into the fishing line to make the turtles like me. I feel that most turtles will run towards me.”

Zuo Lingquan knew that Xie Qiutao was close to Wugui because of his Xuanwu bloodline. After hearing this statement, he thought about it for a while and felt that since he had the blood of the Sea King, he should be able to attract spiritual beasts of the dragon type, so he tried to inject his true energy into the fishing line.

The goal of cultivation for all beasts belonging to the dragon family in the world is to transform into a dragon, and the Dragon King Water Spirit is the best God-given opportunity that a water beast can find. The breath of the Dragon King Water Spirit is indeed very attractive to the beasts in the sea.

Zuo Lingquan had only been trying for a moment when he noticed that the fishing rod started to move.

It's just that there are too many beasts belonging to the genus of dragons. All scaly creatures are basically related to dragons. The only difference is their bloodline.

Zuo Lingquan picked up the pole and pulled it up. He saw that it was a fat carp. He couldn't even name it. It was rarer than ordinary carp, but it was still far away from the threshold of a spiritual beast, so he put it back into the water.

Tang Jingxun saw the two of them starting to enter the state, continuously connecting poles, feeling itchy in his heart, and also injected his true energy, trying to use his own breath to rare spiritual beasts.

result……

Just don’t mention it.

Suzaku is the god of fire, and some phoenixes even feed on dragons and snakes. For example, Tuanzi likes to eat fish.

Tang Jingxuan just tried it and scared away half of the water beasts that finally gathered in their nest, causing her to quickly stop and sit aside and watch.

Zuo Lingquan and Xie Qiutao are both close to water and have special vocations. Fishing in the pool feels like cheating. The movement of raising the pole has not stopped. Although they have not been able to catch any fairy beast cubs, it is like opening a blind box. The process is also quite enjoyable.

Zuo Lingquan only regarded it as a leisurely pleasure and had a lot of fun competing with Xie Qiutao. However, as time passed, the atmosphere in the pond gradually changed.

There are nearly a thousand people on and off the three-story round building, and half of them are anglers who are obsessed with this fishery. They know how difficult it is to lift a pole in Duobaotan. They can catch more than ten poles in a night and catch a fish, shrimp, turtle, and crab for a small profit. Good luck.

I was unlucky, so it was not uncommon to sit there all night. Before I left, I took a few sips of water from the pool, pretending I was thirsty and came here to drink.

The three male and female monks sitting in a remote place were chatting and laughing, and they kept fishing. Less than half an hour after sitting down, they had already raised more than ten fishing poles. Although they didn't catch anything good, the frequency continued, and there were no fish. It was only a matter of time before a few genuine spiritual beasts appeared.

Seeing this scene, most of the countless monks in the pond were naturally jealous, but according to the rules, if someone else digs out the treasures of heaven and earth to build a nest, if they run over and rub against each other with a connecting rod, they will most likely not be able to grab the opponent, and they will easily cause trouble. So I could only watch, secretly cursing myself for being blind because I didn't spot this good spot today.

Because the frequency of lifting the pole is too fast, almost without stopping. Such movement even alerted the owner of Duobaotan.

In a tea room on the third floor of the round building, Shen Wanning, the boss of Duobaotan, sat beside the chess table, holding the white pieces in his hand and thinking carefully about the chess game.

Opposite Shen Wanning, sat a man in a brocade robe. He was tall but elegant. He was Bao Xiangyang, an expatriate deacon of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen. He traveled between the sect and Thunder Bluff to handle the sect's foreign affairs.

In terms of status, Bao Xiangyang is much higher than Shen Wanning, who comes from a noble family, but they both love to play chess and come to Duobaotan every time.

While Shen Wanning was secretly planning how to kill the opponent's dragon, footsteps sounded at the door, and the steward in the building spoke outside:

"My boss, there is something wrong with the two guests below. They raised more than ten poles in less than half an hour. Do you want to go down and take a look?"

Shen Wanning has been rooted in Thunder Bluff for who knows how many years. He has seen all kinds of scenes. He responded without raising his eyebrows:

"I guess I have the opportunity related to the Five Elements Water. There is no need to interfere. Open the door for business and be honest. Let them take as much as they can take."

When Bao Xiangyang heard this, he smiled and said: "Brother Shen is so heroic, aren't you afraid that your boat will capsize in the gutter and your family will be wiped out?"

Shen Wanning shook his head and sighed: "There is no treachery or businessmanship. I let three carps in today. He was able to take them all away. I have to thank him. If this matter spreads, it will be talked about for at least several decades."

Bao Xiangyang was stunned, then raised his hand and nodded: "Well, Shen Wanning, no wonder the business is so big..."

…

The two chatted for less than a few words before the deacon outside the door came back:

"My boss, Mr. Han seems to be unhappy."

When Shen Wanyou heard this, he raised his head. After all, opening the door for business and treating high-profile customers badly would be tantamount to cutting off one's own financial path.

Moreover, Han Chupeng, the nephew of Han Song, the alchemy elder of Luojian Mountain, can no longer be described as a wealthy man. His family has a big business and can withstand hardships. He is completely the God of Wealth. He comes here to burn thousands of white jade beads and is addicted to food. , almost every time for free for decades, Shen Wanyou was so moved that he specially made a private room in the best location in the building, only entertaining Han Dacaishen, other sect leaders and elders were not allowed in.

Hearing that the God of Wealth was dissatisfied, Shen Wanyou thought about it and said "Sorry", put down the chess pieces and stood up, wanting to entertain him, but when he walked to the fence outside the room, he found that Han Chupeng's personal guard Zou Shizong had already gone downstairs. Came to the secluded corner beside the deep pool...——

"Yo yo yo, it's moving again..."

"Look what it is? Alas, why are the things today so bad? After dozens of shots, I didn't even see a silver-spotted carp..."

…

In Duobaotan, the atmosphere became lively again after a moment of silence.

After all, the young man in black robe and the round-faced girl sitting next to the water pool had very strange luck. They picked up the pole very quickly, but they still failed to get good things. After dozens of poles, they didn't even turn the book back.

Many colleagues in the surrounding area were originally jealous, but after waiting for a long time without seeing the shipment, they became anxious. Many people started talking, eagerly waiting for the two of them to catch something, which made everyone seriously jealous. .

Unknowingly, the corner where Zuo Lingquan was located became the focus of the entire Duobaotan. The monks up and down the round building were all focused on the two ordinary fishing rods. Even the elegant room on the third floor kept going. The fairy money was scattered in the pool without even noticing.

Zuo Lingquan sat cross-legged by the pool. At first he thought he was lucky, but gradually he realized something was wrong. He knew that Duobaotan was not a shrine and would not engage in loss-making business, but his intentions were too dark.

He and Xie Qiutao, relying on their natural talents, failed to catch a single spiritual beast for most of the day. What if it were ordinary people who could catch something?

Zuo Lingquan's goal was not to get rich overnight. Since he couldn't catch anything good, he wanted to see how dark Duobaotan's heart was, so he could help many fellow Taoists test the probability of shipment.

But when Zuo Lingquan was fishing seriously, the monk watching on the left side of the pool suddenly lowered his voice.

Zuo Lingquan sensed it, turned around and saw a figure walking out of the round building.

The figure was dressed in military uniform, with a long black sheath sword on his back, and his eyes were gleaming. He was the immortal guard who had just spread the immortal money to make a nest on the third floor.

The monks sitting on the edge of the water pool were not very high-level, and most of them knew this person, and they quickly got out of the way when they saw him.

Other monks up and down Duobaotan also noticed something strange. They stopped talking and watched the guard with the sword on his back walking towards Zuo Lingquan's position.

Tread

The sound of footsteps is not obvious, but it is clear in Duobaotan.

Tang Jingxuan pulled Zuo Lingquan's sleeve; Xie Qiutao frowned and looked up and down:

"The brand of Luojian Mountain."

Zuo Lingquan held the fishing rod in his left hand. After glancing briefly, he continued to look at the pool, seemingly not seeing this person at all.

The guard with the sword on his back was walking with his hands behind his back, and came to the vicinity of the three of them. When he saw Zuo Lingquan without turning his head, he narrowed his eyes slightly:

"Zou Shiying of Luojian Mountain. My young master has taken a liking to this place. Please make room for the three of you."

After saying this, he waved his hand lightly and threw out twenty gold-lined bahts, which were lined up on the tea table.

Everyone around was not surprised by this scene. People who came here often knew that Han Dacaishen was obsessed with this. Sometimes he was really unlucky and would buy someone else to change his position.

Twenty gold-threaded bahts are several times the price of the ticket, which is basically like picking up money for free. Even a lucky person who is a little reluctant to give up will suppress his emotions and get out of the way when he sees the sign of Luojian Mountain. After all, he is practicing Taoism. No one wants to cause trouble, especially the children of the Immortal family who cannot afford to cause trouble.

But there are always exceptions to everything.

Zou Shiying was waiting for the three of them to get up. The young swordsman in the lead didn't even look at the fairy money on the table. He just replied calmly:

"You are in good hands, please find someone else."

"..."

As soon as these words came out, Duobaotan fell silent.

The monks nearby estimated that this stranger, a fishing friend, did not know Mr. Han. Seeing that the two of them did not have a sect sign and seemed to be casual cultivators who had traveled here, they secretly winked.

To put it bluntly, the spiritual path is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Don't look away when you should give face. When you leave the fairy market, you won't be given money by gods.

If you can survive, you have to praise the "reputable family and respect the rules", and then directly kill them in the wilderness. Who in the world will care about the life and death of a few casual cultivators?

Even if they are the disciples of a sect, how many sects in the world can control the Luojian Mountain, a wealthy family that has been passed down from ancient times to this day?

A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. No matter how poor a person is, the number of sects that can be suppressed can be counted on several hands. Killing people from ordinary sects is still in vain.

Duobaotan is a place where business is done, and we don’t want to make any mistakes. As soon as Zuo Lingquan opened his mouth, the nearby steward secretly thought something was wrong and hurriedly stepped forward and said:

"Xianchang Zou, our boss recently got an old turtle, and we are trying to get Mr. Han to palm his eyes..."

The reason why he persuaded Zou Shizong was because the steward saw that the black-robed swordsman who refused to move was a fool. If he persuaded him to move, things would only get worse.

But Zou Shizong had no intention of going down the steps. He raised his hand to stop the deacon's words. He looked at Zuo Lingquan, who had not turned around, and said in a cold voice:

"Seeing that you are not very old, and since you are all swordsmen, let me give you a few words. On the path of cultivation, there are many people with talent and high moral standards, but those who can continue on are those with long eyes. You can't see If you don't understand the situation, you will die on the road sooner or later. My young master has taken a liking to this place. If you take the money and get up now, I will just treat you as young and frivolous and don't care. Otherwise, if the young master gets angry, I won't be able to say anything good to you."

The steward smiled and said: "Hey, we are all fishing friends here, why bother saying such spoiling words. Master, why don't I arrange a private room for you above and prepare some good tea..."

Before he finished speaking, the black-robed swordsman sitting by the pool turned his head with contempt in his eyes:

"If you can't speak, just ask your master to come out and give me a hint. You're not worthy."

"Buzz"

There was a sudden noise up and down the Duobao Pond.

The rejection just now was quite polite, but now this sentence is a blatant failure to take the other party seriously.

Didn't you realize that the other party was from Luojian Mountain?

After all, the manager was from Duobaotan, and both parties were customers. If he rashly tried to push Zuo Lingquan away, his business would be greatly reduced in the future, so he chose to laugh along without answering.

Zou Shizong's face turned cold and he looked at the Diaoyutai on the third floor of the round building.

At this time, the bead curtain on the Diaoyutai opened, and three figures flew out from it, crossing the hundred-foot deep pool in the shape of a mountain, and landed around Zuo Lingquan and the others.

The leader is a man in a brocade robe with a moire pattern. He looks to be in his thirties. He has a green sheath sword on his back and a sword medal hanging on his waist. His nose is like an aquiline and his eyebrows are like knives. He is full of noble aura. It is Han Chupeng, the God of Wealth here.

Zou Shizong said no more and retreated to Han Chupeng.

Han Chupeng looked at the three people sitting by the pool and said condescendingly:

"You are so brave, little friend. It is rare in the world for people who don't even look down on me, Luo Jianshan, to report to my family. If I know you, I will give you face and spare you this time."

Zuo Lingquan's eyes turned back to the pool:

"I said you can't afford to offend me, do you believe me?"

"..."

The people above and below Duobaotan looked at each other, half-believing this statement. After all, this kid was too crazy. He said this even though he knew the other person was from Luojian Mountain. Either he had a big enough background or he had some bad ideas.

Han Chupeng was not a stupid second-generation ancestor. Although the other party's lack of face made him angry, he still did not get angry directly and looked at the owner here first.

Shen Wanning, the owner of Duobaotan, was no longer able to intervene. He always asked for trouble when he tried to be the peacemaker. When Han Chupeng looked over, he just shook his head, indicating that he didn't recognize him.

Bao Xiangyang next to him, as a member of the Eight-Armed Xuanmen, naturally would not disturb such muddy waters and made no move.

Han Chupeng's experience was not low. He recalled the great immortal families that Luo Jian Mountain could not afford to offend, and then went through all the famous geniuses. After making sure that he did not look like one of them, he said:

"Boy, I give you one last chance to identify yourself. If you don't tell me, it will be too late if something happens later and you reveal your identity. Even if you are the direct descendant of Huang Chao's ancestor and you are not discerning, this account will not count. Come to the top of my Luojian Mountain."

Zuo Lingquan never turned around, his tone was calm:

"I am the direct descendant of the ancestor Huang Chao. You can get out now and don't seek death yourself."

"...?"

The whole audience was at a loss.

This kid can't even pull off a tiger-skin flag. If you tell me something a little bit smaller, Luojian Mountain might actually stop.

Are you saying he is the direct descendant of the Sword God?

There are countless disciples of the Sword God, but there is only one direct descendant. Later, he was expelled from the sect and is now called the 'Demon King of the Northern Territory'. How can you be the 'Four Saints of Youying'?

Han Chupeng laughed angrily, spread his hands and looked around:

"So what if he is the direct descendant of the old sword god? I don't have the foresight to find a fight. If the old sword god comes to try to reason with me, how can I, Luo Jianshan, be afraid of even half of it?"

This is completely nonsense. If the Sword God really comes, Ancestor Xiaoshan will definitely fall to his knees on the spot. Aren't you afraid?

However, the sitting black-robed swordsman blew the bull first, and the monks present didn't say anything.

Han Chupeng turned his eyes back to Zuo Lingquan: "The rules of the market are that you cannot use weapons in private. I greeted you in advance and repeatedly advised you not to be reckless. The etiquette has been exhausted; now in full view of the crowd, thousands of people are watching. , doesn’t it count as attacking you in private?”

Zuo Lingquan held the fishing rod in one hand and said in a casual voice:

"It doesn't count."

"call"

Many monks by the pool stood up with surprised expressions on their faces. They didn't expect this person to be so brainless.

He persisted in insisting on the rules of the market. No matter how threatening he was, Han Chupeng couldn't really do anything in the market. The most he could do was block the door outside the market.

Saying this now is equivalent to admitting that the two sides are dueling voluntarily, and it is proved by the countless monks present. It is difficult to control the worshipers in the market if they see it. Isn't this looking for death?

When Han Chupeng heard this, his smiling face gradually turned gloomy, and then turned into rage.

Han Chupeng is a man who saves face, and when he came to this point, the other party refused to give him any steps. Even if he couldn't figure out the background of this black-robed swordsman, he had no choice but to shoot the arrow; he walked away in despair, and he and Luo Jianshan I can't afford to lose face like this.

"Have the guts!"

Han Chupeng held the sword behind his back and said, "Keep the woman and take this son for me."

Everyone's breath froze.

It was also at this moment that a soft sound came from the round building:

Click

The black-robed swordsman sitting by the water pool did not move, but one of the two swords on his waist popped out half an inch on its own.

The sword's light was like snow, and like a thousand-foot old dragon, it opened its eyes in the deep sea!

In an instant, the entire Duobao Pond was like falling into an ice cellar.

Bao Xiangyang, who was standing on the other side of the third floor watching the fire, was currently the highest ranked person. His pupils suddenly dilated when he saw this scene, and he secretly thought that something was not good.

The Luojian Mountain next to Han Chupeng was dedicated to Zou Shizong. He sensed something was wrong and unsheathed his sword behind his back. He came to Han Chupeng first and wanted to block the sword.

呲

A slight sword sound that was not harsh sounded in Duobaotan, like a sharp blade cutting through paper, something was broken.

This sword is too fast!

When Zou Shizong drew his sword, he found that the black-robed swordsman was holding a fishing rod in his left hand, and his right hand was placed on the hilt of the sword at some point.

Thinking that the opponent was going to pull out the sword completely, Zou Shizong quickly put his sword back and defended.

But my mind moved, but my hands and feet did not obey the orders.

Zou Shizong wanted to lower his head to check, but found that his head fell directly from his neck and fell to the ground.

It was only then that Zou Shizong was shocked to find that the black-robed swordsman put his hand on the hilt of his sword. He was not drawing out the sword, but had already sheathed it!

There is no one among the thousands of monks in Duobao Pond who can clearly see the style of this sword move!

"Buzz"

There were countless monks up and down the circular building. It wasn't until Zou Shizong's head suddenly fell to the ground that they were shocked to realize that the black-robed swordsman had made a move. Their eyes showed the shock and disbelief of seeing the immortal come to this world.

But it's not over yet!

When Han Chupeng saw Zou Shizong, who was protecting him, his head lifted from his neck, the anger in his eyes turned into shock for a moment, and the sword behind his back was now ready to be pulled out of its scabbard.

It was at this moment.

The black-robed swordsman didn't even turn his head, and the ancient sword at his waist once again shined brightly.

Han Chupeng's hair stood on end, as if he had fallen into the abyss of ice. He saw the light of the sword, but could not see the shadow of the sword. He tried his best to use any method to protect himself, but the flow of true energy in his body was like a turtle. The speed staggered, only letting him move back a few inches.

Cha

The sword light was like a ray of white rainbow. It was understated but unavoidable. It seemed that in an instant, the entire Duobao Pond was divided into upper and lower parts.

But this time, the indestructible sword light stopped a few feet in front of Han Chupeng.

Everyone finally saw the black-robed swordsman's style when his sword was unsheathed, but he still had finished drawing the sword.

The black-robed swordsman holding a fishing rod sat cross-legged next to the deep pool, with his right hand stretched out and pointing his sword at his side.

In front of the blade of the simple six-sided sword, there is a man in brocade clothes, holding a turtle-back inkstone in his hand. There is a clear sword mark on the inkstone, which almost divides the entire inkstone into two.

There was silence in Duobaotan, and many people had not yet seen clearly what was happening.

Most people only felt that their eyes were blurred, and the situation beside the cold pool turned into a black-robed swordsman holding a sword in his right hand, pointing at Shen Wanning, the owner of Duobao Pool; Han Chupeng took a few steps back; Zou Shizong stood on the spot with a sword, his neck Lost his head.

Boom

Dong dong dong...gu

It was only then that Zou Shizong's head, with a shocked face on his face, fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and rolled into the deep pool, bringing with it a bloody mess.

thump

Everyone up and down the round building held their breath and looked at the man in black robe with his sword stretched out, their eyes shocked.

The handsome man in black robe seemed not to have moved from beginning to end, staring at the fish float on the pool. His sword-shaped eyebrows were light and breezy, as if he was just fishing in his leisure time. He raised his hand casually and swept away the flying insects and catkins around him.

But his movements were light and understated, and the sharp sword intent on his back made it difficult for people to look directly at this person's figure.

It seemed that even the little beasts in the water were frozen in place under the terrifying sword power. All they could hear was the sound of their heads bouncing on the ground and the sound of blood gushing from their necks.

Boom

The fish float in the pool moved again, causing a circle of ripples.

In the silence of the whole place, Zuo Lingquan handed the fishing rod to Qiu Tao beside him, stood up slowly, held a sword in one hand, and pointed it at Shen Wanning.

He was already very tall. What he did just now, coupled with the sword intent that looked down on all living beings, made the scene look like a god from outside the sky, standing in the sky, pointing his sword at something on the ground from a high position. An ant:

"Want to die?"

The voice was clear, not mixed with anger, just a simple question.

Before the sword point, Shen Wanning's face turned pale!

He was not blocking Han Chupeng's sword, but when Zou Shizong took action, he had already flown down and wanted to stop him.

But when he landed here, Zou Shizong was already dead, and the sword came to him again and he had to block it.

Shen Wanning was also shocked by the opponent's momentum. The sharpness in the black-robed swordsman's eyes made him restless and he did not dare to stand in front of the sword. However, after a moment of silence, he put away the inkstone and said in a deep voice:

"You can't kill people in Thunder Bluff. You broke the rules."

"coax"

The words made the monks up and down the circular building finally come to their senses, and there was a noise of words:

"What's going on?"

"What a fast sword!"

"How many swords were fired?"

"Could this Sword Immortal really be the direct descendant of the old Sword God..."

…

The voices of exclamation, astonishment, and confusion continued one after another.

Bao Xiangyang, who was standing on the third floor, came to his senses and was shocked by the swordsmanship of this black-robed swordsman, but he also understood that what Shen Wanning said was true.

No one can be killed in the Xianjia Market. This is an iron rule that prevails in Jiuzhou. All major wealthy families who want to enter the market to do business must first acknowledge this rule. Even if the young master of the wealthy family kills someone, he can still be punished by being enshrined in town. Otherwise, It's all chaos. No matter how big the background is, things will not be peaceful today.

Zuo Lingquan naturally knew the rules of spiritual practice, but he also had his own rules. He pointed at Shen Wanning with cold eyes:

"He first had murderous intentions for me and targeted the two girls around me. Do you think I broke the rules?"

Shen Wanning noticed from the corner of his eye that on the third floor of the round building, there was an old swordsman, the "Black Cliff Sword Demon" Chu Yi.

"There are immortal masters enshrined in the market. No matter how murderous Han Chupeng is, he would not dare to beat people to death directly in the market. You have broken the rules by killing people directly. Even if you beat him to only one breath, today's situation Everything makes sense..."

Han Chupeng's face turned pale. He knew he was no match and was afraid that the lunatic would kill him directly, so he quickly said:

"That's right, no matter what ideas I have, I can't kill people here. No matter how vicious my idea was, I just wanted to cripple you and cut you off by blocking the roots outside. As for these two girls, I am reminding my subordinates not to accidentally injure you. Regardless of whether I No matter what you think, it is impossible to kidnap women in the market. I can't stop them if they leave by ferry. Everyone knows this. If I don't talk about Luojian Mountain, even Juejian Cliff and Zixiao City will not stop them. You may have ignored the rules you set and acted arbitrarily, how could you kill someone in the market? "

The onlookers' monks had different looks. Although they understood that Han Chupeng had murderous intentions and had some dirty thoughts, he deserved to be kicked to the iron plate and killed; but in the market, Han Chupeng did not have the courage to kill him, at most. They also force people to go outside and kill them. Zuo Lingquan did cross the line by killing people here.

"I have repeatedly advised you not to be impulsive. You should take action first. We are all practitioners. We must understand that when we draw the sword, we have to take responsibility for life and death. Drawing the sword first and having the intention to kill is a battle of life and death in my eyes. You can't beat it anymore. Why should I believe you if you explain that you don’t want to kill anyone?”

Zuo Lingquan raised his sword and pointed it at Shen Wanning's eyebrows:

"The two of them drew their swords on me just now, and there was already a life-and-death fight. Two lives should have been spared, and the rest should have been settled outside the market. You just intervened, and I thought you were too slow to react and didn't understand the situation clearly. If you dare to interfere again, you can save another life for him, and don’t blame me for being unreasonable. "

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the two guards nearby who had not had time to draw their swords suddenly changed and they quickly released their hands.

In the round building, everyone was astonished. They really didn't expect that this black-robed swordsman had such a tough character and wouldn't compromise even half a step. Killing one was not enough, he had to kill both of them. Isn't this an understatement?

Han Chupeng was afraid that Shen Wanning would really get out of the way, so he wanted to retreat, but he also knew that he couldn't run away, so his face turned pale and he dared not speak anymore.

As a businessman, Shen Wanning would not die for Han Chupeng, but he couldn't really get out of the way. If Han Chupeng died on his territory, Luojian Mountain would definitely settle accounts after the fall, and it was unclear whether the black-robed swordsman could bear it. No, his Duobaotan will definitely not be able to bear it.

Shen Wanning was in a dilemma. At this time, he could only look at the old swordsman on the third floor.

Black Cliff Sword Ghost Chu Yi is the gatekeeper of Thunder Bluff, so he should indeed take care of it, but he hasn't figured out who this black-robed swordsman is yet.

When he came here, the person had already been killed, and the dead could not be resurrected. When he went out at this time, if the other party was the junior of an old friend, or the direct descendant of the Immortal Lord, no matter how he dealt with it, he would offend the person, so he wanted to wait for the black-robed swordsman to take a step back and privately Resolved through negotiation.

But the black-robed swordsman below is no ordinary henchman.

Seeing that Shen Wanning was silent, Zuo Lingquan's eyes were slightly cold:

"I'm counting to three. One!"

"Buzz..."

Many monks in Duobaotan became noisy, feeling that the matter was too big. Some advised Shen Wanning not to meddle in other people's business, while others advised Zuo Lingquan to think twice before acting.

Zuo Lingquan naturally wouldn't listen to this.

He dared to kill people in the Xianjia Market. The people enshrined here didn't know his identity, but they didn't dare to kill him rashly. If he really couldn't be beaten, the worst he could do was sit down and talk.

"two!"

"this……"

"Brother Shen, you are seeking death! Get out of the way..."

…

Everyone in Duobaotan saw that Zuo Lingquan was determined to kill, and Shen Wanning could not stop him at all. Even Bao Xiangyang spoke up and advised Shen Wanning not to mind his business.

But Shen Wanning doesn't care, this is his family business, and it will be closed tomorrow regardless.

Shen Wanning looked anxiously at the third floor. If the identity gap hadn't been too big, he would have started to curse and yelled at Chu Yi, the black cliff sword ghost.

After all, Chu Yi is the worshiper of Thunder Bluff. If he continues to sit back and watch, he can't explain it. Seeing Zuo Lingquan press forward step by step without even giving him a step, he can't hold it in anymore even if he can't figure out the other party's identity and wants to come forward. Scolded.

But before Chu Yi moved, he noticed a figure not far away.

The figure was an acquaintance, Huang Ji from Qianxing Island. He was probably resting at the port and came over to take a look when he sensed the sword energy.

Huang Ji's expression was very strange, as if he had something important to say to him.

Seeing this, Chu Yi asked first:

"Is this your junior?"

Huang Ji often comes to Thunder Bluff and has a good relationship with Chu Yi, who serves as the enshrinement officer. Seeing that Chu Yi wanted to go up there to make peace, he couldn't help but remind him:

"No, it has nothing to do with Huang. I just want to remind Brother Chu that you may not be able to offend this swordsman!"

What?

I can't afford it? !

Chu Yi was stunned.

I was thinking that I was entrusted by the major wealthy families, as a neutral faction, to be the door god in Thunder Bluff, and the authority I was given was to treat all the sects equally, how could there be someone I couldn't afford to offend?

Not to mention Huajunzhou, even foreign forces such as Thousand Star Island, Dongzhou Southern Alliance, etc., as long as they have interests in Huajunzhou, if their disciples make trouble in Thunder Bluff, he will discipline them, Styx Ancestor, Dongzhou Valkyrie You can't blame him. Who else in the world can't offend him?

No, there really are. He can’t control the people of the Youying alien race...

The direct descendant of the old sword god...

Chu Yi was shocked. Could this thing below really be the best swordsman in the demon clan?

If it were true, Chu Yi himself would be close to death.

So he looked at Huang Ji with a stunned and confused expression: "??"

Huang Ji couldn't figure out who the black-robed swordsman below was. He only knew that the skills of the person behind the black-robed swordsman were beyond the knowledge of spiritual practice!

Huang Ji did not dare to say anything casually about what the other party did to fight off the dragon at sea. He could only shake his head slightly, indicating that this person's background was unusual and it was best not to rashly turn against him.

"..."

Chu Yi, the black cliff sword ghost, didn't know why, so he naturally hesitated. After all, it was better for Han Chupeng to die than to die on the iron plate without him knowing. In practice, one should not be afraid of ten thousand, but be afraid of the unexpected.

"three……"

Three sounds came in an instant.

When Shen Wanning saw that Chu Yi was really not going to show his face, how could he die for Han Chupeng, so he got out of the way without hesitation.

The onlookers' monks looked shocked and wondered why Han Chupeng had not come out yet, but they understood that Han Chupeng was destined to die today.

But what shocked everyone was that as soon as the black-robed swordsman said the word "three", a sword light lit up from Han Chupeng's hand first.

Zuo Lingquan originally thought that Han Chupeng wanted to fight to the death when he saw no one to protect him, but he did not expect that Han Chupeng would attack a guard next to him with lightning speed.

Swish

He raised the sword and dropped it, blood spurting out.

Before the guard could understand what happened, he fell to the ground with his head dismembered.

thump? ?

The monks in the audience were stunned and confused, completely unable to understand.

Under the strong desire to survive, Han Chupeng's mind turned very fast. He quickly retreated and drew his sword to protect himself, saying urgently:

"The two of them attacked you with their swords, leaving two lives behind. I'll give them to you. The rest will be settled in the market. It won't be unreasonable for you to kill anyone again."

"...?!"

Everyone opened their mouths wide and looked at him strangely. They didn't know how to describe this bastard.

Xie Qiutao cursed angrily:

"You bitch, you have the face of a dog? You kill your own people and still survive. You, Luo Jian Mountain, have a thousand-year-old family tradition. Today, you alone have completely destroyed you. If we don't kill you, Luo Jian Mountain will have to kill you!"

"He is my personal servant. His life is mine. If I want to kill or scrape him, it is my private matter. What does it have to do with Luojian Mountain? I am not killing my senior brother. I have already given you two lives. If you go back on your word, , what makes sense becomes unreasonable..."

In order to save his life, Han Chupeng was completely shameless and a little hysterical, but he was afraid that his master would not protect him, so he still defended himself.

When Shen Wanning saw this, he quickly said:

"Sword Immortal, the swordsman is right. Now that two lives have been handed down, Shen really can't afford Han Chupeng to die on Shen's territory again. Shen will definitely pay heavily for the debt he owes today. I hope the Sword Immortal can pay for it." Keep your promise, be accommodating, and go outside the market to resolve your grudges..."

Zuo Lingquan's expression didn't change much. He flipped his wrist slightly, slowly sheathed his sword, and looked at Han Chupeng:

"Do you think you can survive for a few more days if you save your head today?"

Contemptuous eyes.

Han Chupeng and Shen Wanning, and even Chu Yi, Bao Xiangyang and others above, all felt that there was undisguised contempt in that look, not even murderous intention, but simply telling Han Chupeng that you were going to die soon.

Just like the whispers of the Ten Palaces of Hell in the Nine Netherworld, there is no need for unforgettable hatred and anger, it just plainly informs you that the end is approaching.

No matter how angry and unwilling you are, and how many ways you try to escape and struggle, you will have nothing to hide from under the punishment of hell and heaven. You will never be able to escape from the boundless palm. All you can feel is despair. Under the way of heaven, The common people are as desperate as ants!

Duobaotan is silent.

Zuo Lingquan put away his sword, turned around and walked towards the exit of Duobaotan, leaving everyone with the figure of his back who had restrained his sword intent.

Xie Qiutao couldn't find any chance to take advantage of the limelight, so she could only snort at a few people and walk away.

Tang Jingxun was unknown and didn't like fighting. He kept covering Tuanzi's eyes and silently followed Zuo Lingquan out.

Tap tap tap

The sound of footsteps was gentle, but it hit everyone's heart hard.

Han Chupeng held both hands tightly, knowing that his life was temporarily saved, but in his heart he felt that he was no different from death. Seeing that Zuo Lingquan was about to leave, he gritted his teeth and said:

"Can you tell me your name?"

The three of them walked away without looking back, only a clear voice came:

"Zuo Ci, kind eyebrows and kind eyes."

After saying that, he disappeared out the door.

The three figures left, and Duobaotan remained silent for a long time.

The two corpses fell to the ground bleeding, and the blood fell drop by drop into the black pool. Finally, Han Chupeng couldn't bear the psychological pressure and collapsed on the ground.

On the third floor of the round building, several figures from the Immortal Family stood together.

Bao Xiangyang was stunned by the sudden appearance of the Sword Immortal. Looking back on what he had seen before, he had never heard of such a reasonable and unreasonable Sword Immortal. He asked:

"Who is this person? I have never heard of Zuo Ci's name."

Chu Yi was also confused. He thought carefully for a long time and shook his head:

"It's probably a pseudonym. When it comes to the unknown swordsman named Zuo, I only know that the Valkyrie of Dongzhou seems to have adopted a descendant named Zuo. However, I heard that he showed up during the Nine Sects Alliance two years ago. In the early days of Linggu, This person might be able to knock me down if he tries hard, the difference is huge."

Huang Ji nodded: "I guessed the same at first, but the Valkyrie of Dongzhou is too domineering and does not like to use swords. If she is the descendant of the Valkyrie, even Duobao Pond will be demolished today. Whoever speaks will be beaten. Personality He is not so strong but still elegant; this Sword Immortal does not look like he was taught by the Valkyrie, but his personality is somewhat similar to that of Lord Zixiao."

Bao Xiangyang shook his head: "The Lord of Zixiao City doesn't use a sword either. I feel like he might be the new disciple of the old Sword God."

"Oh, the old sword god won't make an exception to accept a disciple. If he is a relative, the chance is better. Doesn't the old sword god have a granddaughter? She is so talented and beautiful with this sword god..."

Chu Yi sighed: "Don't talk about these things. The most important thing is this person's age. If a certain Immortal Lord pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger, forget it. If he is as young as his face looks, all the nine continents will change in the future. "

"How is that possible! He looks like he is in his early twenties at most. He has been practicing since he was born in his mother's womb. He has not been able to practice this swordsmanship. I guess he must be sixty years old."

"The age of Jiazi is too young. She is probably about the same age as the granddaughter of the old sword god. They are both young leaders in their hundreds of years. I just don't know why they didn't have a reputation in the past. If they just came out of the mountain, they have been holding back for too long..."

…

The people in Duobaotan were not the only ones paying attention to this turmoil.

Jade Yaozhou, inside the Peach Blossom Cave.

Under the peach tree that blocks out the sky and the sun, there are many formation patterns, which were laid out by Lord Peach Blossom to use the power of the ancestral tree to shield the aura of the people under the tree in case of emergency.

The tall woman in a gold skirt sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, looking at the water curtain in front of her. There was a rare smile on her cheeks that had remained calm all year round.

Because the distance is too far, the real-time transmission of scenes hundreds of thousands of miles away is too expensive. The offshore relay tower is also the communication hub between the two continents and must not be occupied. The scenery in the water curtain is blurry, but the woman's intermittent words can be heard:

"Tangtang, it's such a pity that you didn't come. Zuo Lingquan was much more talkative than me. He made all the fellow Taoists in Thunder Bluff so frightened that they didn't dare to show their heads..."

The stocky girl sat cross-legged next to her and looked very excited after listening to the live explanation:

"Domineering and arrogant! This is what a man is called. Compared with him, Tangtang, you are just a sissy with a big temper..."

Ancestor Shangguan smiled, but did not fight the little female dragon:

"Compared with me back then, it's far behind."

"Who said that? You are the one who beats you if you don't accept it. You beat others until they are helpless. They convince others with reason. After beating them, the other party still feels that they are in the wrong. If you compete with you to judge, you are just eating the food you had when you were a child. It’s a shame that I haven’t read the book…ah.”

He was beaten after all.

In addition to the two people talking, the woman in the water curtain was also chatting:

"As expected of the junior I brought out, you are so proud of me... Just now I was thinking of stepping forward to help him hold up the scene. After waiting for a long time, why didn't that guy Chu Yi come out to look for trouble? Did you say hello?"

Ancestor Shangguan responded calmly: "When two tigers are at odds, there is always one party to be afraid of. The best people to deal with in spiritual practice are those who know the basics. As long as you are strong and mysterious enough, you will be afraid of the opposite party; if you don't say anything, They will also use their own imagination to make up a reasonable explanation that makes them feel afraid, and then follow their hearts and retreat. It is not surprising that no one shows up. "

The little female dragon listened for a long time and shrugged:

"You can just say, 'Wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat, and dogs travel a thousand miles to eat shit.' Why are you making such a big deal?"

"Yes, who doesn't know this? What will he do next? This little bastard must be hiding in the market and won't be able to kill him when the people from Luojian Mountain come over..."

Shangguan Patriarch’s eyes showed a little unruly:

"In my place, I went out and smashed up the Patriarch's Hall in Luojian Mountain. If you wanted to kill one of his disciples, they would not agree because of their face. But if you wanted to kill his whole family, they would sit down and reason with you. Disciple, please hand it over and settle the matter."

"Smashing the Patriarch's Hall?! That's you, a crazy bitch. He went to Luojian Mountain to seek death. I can't conquer Luojian Mountain..."

"I've already said that I want to protect others, so I need to weigh myself first. Now you know that you can't make peace with it?"

"Hey? I... do you want to take care of what I do?"

"snort."

…

Current debt (70/403)

Eleven thousand words, that’s still three chapters haha ​​orz!

In fact, in the past month, I have written 6,000 words per day, which is considered as one chapter per day. It’s just that the first two months have been delayed too much, so I don’t have the nerve to count...