In the morning, Zhang Yange opened the door, and it was completely white outside.
It turned out that it snowed heavily last night.
Song Nianqing had already entered Beiliang territory, and he came openly and openly, saying that he wanted to fight Zhang Yange.
This old man is quite smart. If he wanted to assassinate Zhang Yange, Zhao Dun would naturally not send him here. The purpose of sending him here is to kill Zhang Yange in an fair and just manner.
There is no Song Nianqing on the martial arts evaluation list, nor is there Wu Jian, the ancestor of the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Li Dangxin from the Liangchan Temple, and those masters from Longhu Mountain are not on the list either.
This is an unspoken rule. It's not that they are too weak, but that there are already rules for the masters from these places not to be on the list without their permission.
Is Song Nianqing strong?
Naturally strong!
Zhang Yange found a broom to sweep away the snow, while Nangong stood at the door and watched for a long time.
"Are you cheating?" she asked.
The way Zhang Yange sweeps the snow looks very pretty to an outsider, it's natural.
But Nangong saw that it was a fist, that was a sword, that was a knife!
Zhang Yange is like a mountain she can't climb.
"After killing Gong Pu some time ago, there is no point in carrying him around in the Vajra Realm anymore." Zhang Yange piled the snow and said.
Gong Pu is not famous in Liyang, but he is very famous in Beimang. Naturally, Nangong has heard of Gong Pu, the strongest King Kong in Beimang.
"Indeed." Nangong nodded. "By the way, I want to thank you for killing Han Shengxuan."
Nangong takes her mother's surname, and her father's name is Xie Yingguan.
At that time, Xie Guanying survived the disaster of destroying his country and was rescued by Nangong's mother. Xie Yingguan discovered that this woman was not only stunningly beautiful, but also blessed with good fortune.
So Xie Guanying killed Nangong's mother for his thousand-year emperor ambition, and then took part of the Qi himself. The remaining Qi was divided into three and flowed into the East China Sea, Beimang, and Tai'an City.
That three-part fortune was obtained by Wang Xianzi, Tuoba Bodhisattva, and Han Shengxuan.
That's why Nangong wants to be number one in the world, because none of the four people she wants to kill are easy to kill.
"I was also trying to protect myself," Zhang Yange said modestly. "It's snowing today and I feel good. You should watch out!"
After Zhang Yange finished speaking, black lines appeared on his hands.
This trick is always difficult to use when in the Vajra realm.
But now that I have used Zhixuan, I have become very proficient in it.
The most terrifying thing about this black line is that it can cut off the connection between the celestial realm and heaven and earth.
The most terrifying thing about the Celestial Realm is the connection between it and heaven and earth. Fighting with them is like fighting against one side of heaven and earth.
Zhang Yange understands this very well.
Han Shengxuan's red thread can cut off this connection, and then greatly damage the strength of the Tianxiang Realm, so Han Shengxuan claims to kill Xuanshan.
After Zhang Yange killed Han Shengxuan, he learned this secret technique, but he was very unfamiliar with it in the Vajra Realm and could only scare people.
But it is only now showing its power.
"Is this black stocking belonging to Han Shengxuan?"
"Black line!" Zhang Yange corrected.
Nangong glanced at the black thread that looked like silk.
I don’t understand why Zhang Yange cares so much about black thread, black silk...
"Look," Zhang Yange said.
The black thread began to waver in his hand, and Nangong quickly stepped on the ground. If he was touched by the black thread, his Qi would be easily torn to pieces.
The corners of Zhang Yange's mouth raised, but Nangong was still entangled in this black thread.
She looked at Zhang Yange in surprise. She could not resist whatever Zhang Yange wanted to do to her.
Fortunately, Zhang Yange quickly put away the black thread and asked, "Have you learned it?"
Nangong shook his head, "I understand now, I still need to take another look."
"It doesn't matter." Zhang Yange demonstrated it several times to her.
"I have learned this black line." Nangong nodded.
"Mine is black thread, yours is black silk." Zhang Yange said seriously. Nangong, who had learned this skill, did not want to be serious with Zhang Yange.
"My black stockings!" After she said that, she went directly to Tingchao Pavilion.
In the evening, Zhang Yange and the three of them had hot pot together.
It started to snow again in the evening. It was really a beautiful thing to enjoy the snow while eating hotpot on this day.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Nangong gave the two swords to Xu Fengnian.
However, she changed to a sitting position that was easiest for her to exert strength, and the person outside the door made her feel very powerful.
Zhang Yange opened the door, and there was an old man in a green shirt outside.
He looks unprepossessing, but there are thirteen swords hanging on the old horse behind him.
Zhang Yange frowned slightly, and Song Nianqing said familiarly, "Zhang Shaoxia, no inns in this city will let me stay.
I don’t care, but I’m afraid this old horse will die.”
In order to disgust people, Xu Xiao deliberately stopped the inns in Beiliang from receiving Song Nianqing. After entering Beiliang, the old man basically never had a good day.
"Please come in." Zhang Yange let him in.
He tied the horse to the stable and Zhang Yange got some fodder for it.
The listless old horse finally regained some energy.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhang." Song Nianqing said, cupping her fists.
"Have you eaten?" Zhang Yange looked at the master of the Dongyue Sword Pond.
"Eat some dry food on the way." Song Nianqing prepared to make do in the stable.
"A fight is a fight, and a meal is a meal." Zhang Yange said, "Let's eat something together first, and you can stay in that room for the next few days."
"Zhang Shaoxia, you and I are going to fight to the death."
"I know." Zhang Yange said nonchalantly.
Song Nianqing looked at Zhang Yange seriously and finally followed him into the house.
Chen Yu got up and made a bowl for Song Nianqing. Zhang Yange smiled and prepared the sauce for him.
The mutton and tofu tumbling in the pot are almost ready.
"Then I'm welcome." Song Nianqing said.
He stretched out his tachyon to pick up a piece of mutton, but Nangong was faster than him!
Seeing this, Song Nianqing flicked his kuai and knocked back Nangong's kuai. He picked up the piece of mutton, dipped it in the sauce and ate it in one bite.
"Delicious! It's really delicious." Song Nianqing smiled.
He glanced at the three of them. The old man really didn't think clearly about the relationship between these two men and two women.
He focused on kendo all his life and never had a relationship with his children. Even his wife stopped at treating each other as a guest and respected the kendo concept that people are not as good as the old and swords are not as good as the new.
In the original work, his last trip to the world was also the last sword in his life, for the only wife he felt guilty about.
Nangong and Song Nianqing robbed it three more times.
I only got a piece of mutton.
Song Nianqing glanced at Nangong and said, "In a few years, this pot of delicious food will be monopolized by you."
Nangong shook his head and said, "With him here, I still have to look at my face when I eat."
"That's what you said!" Zhang Yange said angrily.
Nangong always likes to tease himself a little bit when he has nothing to do.
Song Nianqing looked at Zhang Yange and had the idea of stealing him.
"Eat well. When it comes to delicious food, the most important thing is to have a full stomach. Don't let down the hot pot and the snow tonight." Zhang Yange said.