Yun Chi was not too surprised. He ordered people to burn red on a stone slab, cut the tongue of the bird on the cloud, cooked it piece by piece on the stone slab, sprinkled with seasonings, and wrapped it with fresh wild vegetables and mushrooms from the mountains.

Eat it, it tastes delicious.

The rest was divided among the other knights.

After eating and drinking enough, Yun Chi turned over in shock and went to sleep. He gave the order: "It's a good time to keep vigil. If there is no matter of life and death, don't disturb me."

…

In Huangtai Castle, Song Zheng slowly opened his eyes, and there was a faint hint of dark golden light flashing between his eyes. He seemed to be in a trance. He had made some progress in Yin Shen cultivation, and his soul was stable and hard, at least not

He will be attacked by someone using secret soul skills, and he will lose his mind for a moment and let others slaughter him.

He got up and moved around a bit. When he opened the door, it was dark outside. The snow was falling even harder, and a layer had already accumulated in the yard.

It was quiet in Huangtai Castle, but occasionally the roar of beasts could be heard in the market. The other rooms were very quiet, only in Zhou Kou's room, there was a powerful underworld power that kept erupting and contracting, like breathing

generally.

Zhou Kou exchanged Pan Feiyi for a ball of Yuanci Baosha, and was refining the three-headed dragon dog soul. After refining, he was going to feed the remaining ghost giant wolf to the ghost dragon dog.

to enhance the strength of the new pet.

In the canyon, the sky fire was still burning blazingly, and it seemed that it would never go out. The red light shone on half of the sky, turning the nearby snowflakes into blood red.

He was silent for a moment, closed the door and went back to rest.

…

The next day, Song Zheng and the five of them went to Miao Yun'er's Braised Meat Shop together - this was Wang Jiu's strong suggestion, because he couldn't eat enough every time, so he simply went to the shop to eat in one go.

Shi Yi responded strongly. In fact, he didn't eat enough.

When Miao Yun'er saw them coming, she smiled happily and waved to them from inside: "Come in quickly."

Wang Jiu drooled: "Don't sell it, leave it all to us."

Song Zheng was about to tell Miao Yun'er to calculate the price, but Miao Yun'er already waved her hand generously: "Okay, I'm treating you today!" Song Zheng smiled and stopped talking to her. Miao Yun'er's current ingredients are all

It is a seventh-level desolate beast in the world of Xiaodongtian.

She ran to close the door, but a cough came from outside, and a hand came in to stop her: "How much meat is left of the seventh-level desolate beast? We want it all."

Miao Yun'er explained briskly: "Sorry, come back tomorrow, there is nothing for sale today."

Four monks from the Maihe Realm walked in, wearing the same robes. At first glance, they were retainers of the great family. After the four of them, a woman who seemed to have a more noble status followed.

Song Zheng was stunned for a moment. He had the impression that this woman was Mr. Su's sword maid, and she seemed to be named Jian Ping.

Jianping walked in proudly with her head held high and her chin raised. She took a glance and noticed Song Zheng standing behind, and a cold snort came from her nostrils.

She pointed at the small mountain of braised animal meat on the counter and said to Miao Yun'er dissatisfied: "Why is it gone? There are still so many."

Miao Yun'er was still very patient and explained with a smile: "We have to keep these for ourselves to eat, it may not be enough. Let's do it tomorrow. The guest will come again tomorrow, and I will make more preparations."

Jianping blurted out: "You guys want to eat so much? Pigs?"

Shi Yi and others were furious. Zhao Xiao's face was as frosty as ice, and there was a cold light in his eyes.

Miao Yun'er's face also changed, and she no longer had the enthusiasm to greet the guests: "Please come back, sir. You won't come here again. What I buy is craftsmanship, not dignity. I won't do your business!"

Jian Ping angrily scolded: "You arrogant bitch! Do you know who my young master is? How dare you talk to me like this!"

Four retainers from the Maihe Realm took a step forward, glaring at a few people in protest, and protecting Jianping in the rear. They were all dead members of the family, so they were sent to the Huangtaibao Market, and Jianping was the one around the young master.

, must protect her safety.

Miao Yun'er felt extremely aggrieved by her scolding. She didn't want to cause trouble, but she still said neither humble nor arrogant: "Get out, this is my shop, and people like you will never be welcome."

Song Zheng took a few steps forward, reached out and gently stopped Miao Yun'er, and said to the four people around Jian Ping, "Your young master is Su Chen, right?"

Jianping said proudly: "It's good to know."

Song Zheng ignored her and still said to the four retainers: "Go back and tell Su Chen that I am a scholar, but I am also a wolf soldier."

Several retainers were a little confused: "What do you mean?"

Song Zheng said: "He is a smart man and will understand."

Jian Ping sneered. Song Zheng suddenly had an ancient Tianguang blade in his hand. He held the sword and pressed it. The expressions of the four retainers changed drastically. The moment Song Zheng held the sword, his demeanor changed drastically. The four of them were restrained by the sword.

He actually didn’t have the courage to take action!

Because they discovered that no matter what he did, whether it was swordsmanship, Taoism, body skills, treasures... any kind of coping method, as long as he took action, Song Zheng would inevitably receive a shocking blow from his sword.

No matter how they calculated, they all found that as long as Song Zheng drew his sword and struck, they would definitely die! This sword, which was concentrated without firing, had trapped them all to death.

The four retainers are not unknown people, they are family dead men, truly loyal men. They have met many powerful cultivators and accepted their guidance. They even witnessed a Zhenguo from a distance under the arrangement of the Su family.

The grace of a strong man!

But they have never encountered a person who can make them all helpless with just a knife, and they don't even have the courage to take action.

Suddenly, Song Zheng drew his sword and struck. The four of them only saw the bright sword light pouring out like a mountain torrent bursting through a bank, instantly submerging themselves. However, their limbs were still stiff and it was difficult to make any response - they could only wait for death.

But after the sword flashed, the flood receded, and they quickly touched their bodies. There were no wounds and they were intact. He breathed a sigh of relief, but he felt something was wrong. When he turned around again, Jian Ping turned pale with fear and was shaking all over.

.

Her hair was cut off by Song Zheng with a knife, leaving only a bare head!

Song Zheng combined the move of drawing a sword and striking the sky with the Nine Dawn Swords, and shaved off her bald head with one blow. But Jian Ping felt like she was dead the moment the sword touched her body!

When everything subsided, she was so frightened that she cried loudly, then turned around and ran away, never daring to look at Song Zheng again.

Four retainers also hurriedly chased Jianping, worried that something might happen to her on the way.

Zhou Kou was dissatisfied and said: "Scholar, you are still angry at being a scholar. You are too gentle. If I were there, a beautiful head would fly into the sky!"

Wang Jiu was dissatisfied with him: "You bandit's understanding of beauty is only at the level of Mrs. Yazhai, who is rude and brutal. You must be gentle and mean to beauties..."

He couldn't speak any more, and Zhao Xiao stared at him.

Miao Yun'er breathed a sigh of relief, but also worried: "That Su Chen...will come to avenge his maid, right?"

Song Zheng smiled freely: "It's just the right time."

Zhou Kou was still dissatisfied, and said with a gesture of cutting off heads: "We should just behead those five heads, and then kill the Thousand-Year Trading Company, kill them all from top to bottom, and rob the extremely rich Thousand-Year Trading Company!"

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Song Zheng smiled bitterly: "It's just some verbal disputes, not sworn hatred."
Chapter completed!