This ten-mile long street is one of the most prosperous places in the city.
There was a constant flow of people and the roads were busy with traffic.
Every moment is full of life and fireworks.
At the end of the street, there was a procession of people picking up brides and brides. They slowly turned from the north. In front was a sedan chair in which the bride was sitting. Behind, the groom was riding a bay-red horse. Behind the horse was a porter carrying the bride's trousseau.
, a person in front of the horse is holding the bride's toiletry box.
In the middle of the avenue, there was also a large sedan chair with eight carriages passing by, surrounded by dozens of attendants. The attendants were arrogant, and pedestrians on the road were giving way in a hurry for fear of offending the nobles.
But at this time, the most eye-catching people on the street were not these two groups.
Instead, it was a strange scene beside the road between them.
A little boy in a red cotton-padded jacket was standing motionless with his head lowered, holding a half-eaten candied haws with both hands. The corners of his mouth stained with brown sugar were slightly raised, and his black and white eyes were like delicate and smooth glass beads.
Reflecting the withered hand in front of him that penetrated his chest.
The little boy who had been submerged in red light a second ago, now did not have a trace of red light exposed in his body.
At this moment, his young body was like a piece of delicate and fragile porcelain, covered with shocking cracks. The densely packed runes had been extinguished, but they had turned into tattoos and were imprinted on his fair skin, showing their former glory.
exist.
Many people around looked over, and they had also witnessed the red light just now, but they were not surprised at all. The terrifying power that had been brewing before did not scare them at all, as if everything that happened was just
It is a very common sight in their daily life, and they have become accustomed to it, just like when you usually go out and think about other things, your eyes will habitually ignore the flower pot outside the window, and you will no longer pay any attention to it.
Their eyes naturally moved away, with expressions on their faces that were triggered by the last thing that happened, all kinds of strange things.
The crowd at the candied haws-on-a-stick stall began to disperse, because no one was selling candied haws-along anymore. There were children from poor families who stared longingly at the half-eaten candied haws in the hands of the little boy in a red cotton coat. After swallowing a few times, they were reluctant to part with it.
of leaving.
Click.
A crisp sound sounded.
Chiyu's pupils opened and shrank, and he slowly raised his head like a flashback.
What caught his eye was a dark face.
It was the black-faced old man who just handed him the candied haws. He was still smiling, like a simple farmer.
He opened his mouth, but the withered hand holding his Demonic Pill on his chest had been withdrawn at will, and the last words he wanted to say turned into points of light along with the Nascent Soul and dispersed in the wind.
A great demon of the sixth level, which was extremely rare in the surrounding mountains, died quietly.
The black-faced old man opened his palm and looked at the demon pill in his hand that was completely black but emitted red light. The dense cracks made it impossible to tell how many sky marks there had been, so it was impossible to tell which number it was.
Taste the demon pill.
However, the old man didn't care much. He turned his hands and put them away, and conveyed a few words to the two juniors. Then he stood there and waited with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face and his eyes slightly narrowed.
There seemed to be temple fairs and other activities in the city today. There were more and more pedestrians on the street. The black-faced old man found that his candied haws-glut stall was blocking the way of pedestrians, so he moved it to a remote place. During this period, someone asked him if he still had candied haws.
Whether to sell or not, he nodded with a smile and started selling candied haws.
…
Zhao Qianqiu followed the orders of his former uncle and was rushing to the Shanshui Cave in Zhishui Kingdom, preparing to capture the beast's accomplices.
But suddenly Xinhu received another message from his uncle. After thinking for a moment, he hurriedly turned around and returned.
…
Somewhere on the mountainside among the mountains, a huge deep pit was carved out by something black that fell from the sky.
Dust flew and giant trees fell over.
A woman in palace attire is standing on a surviving ancient tree next to the huge pit.
A small handleless sword flew out of the pit.
This sword is shining brightly and is very strange. The end that should be the hilt is actually tied with a jade pendant.
At this time, the handleless flying sword was not sheathed when it came back, but was inserted neatly into the bun of the woman in palace attire.
It turned out to be a walking stick.
Yi Qianyan frowned and looked at the black dragon corpse in the pit.
She had just chased him all the way here, but before she could draw her sword, the beast fell down on its own.
She cut open the demon dragon's Dantian and saw, as expected, that there was no demon elixir or Nascent Soul.
"So, this beast's Nascent Soul should have secretly stayed in the previous mortal city?" She murmured to herself. "Oh, it's okay, Da Sikou is waiting for you there, but I don't know if Da Sikou has
I didn’t catch those sneaky guys behind you.”
But she didn't have much to worry about. After all, Da Sikou was one of the few seventh-level sword cultivators in Wangque Continent. He had countless magical powers and secrets, not to mention the mysterious magical powers of his flying sword, which was simply unbelievable.
Every move of a seventh-level swordsman like Da Siko attracts the attention of the cultivation world. The name and magical power of the natal flying sword have long been "exposed" and spread among certain circles.
Da Sikou's natal flying sword is named Yima. The Sanchilou of Tai'a Sword Pavilion has been rated as above B, possessing unique magical powers.
Ji Yi Qianyan knows that Yi Ma can travel through the lake of other people's hearts at will, cut off other people's thoughts at will, or make it difficult for others to restrain their minds.
Let it pry into other people's hearts.
The use of this kind of flying sword magical power is extremely mysterious. Just imagine, if you want to find out the secrets of the enemy, you only need to let the opponent have distracting thoughts when the enemy is unprepared and relaxed, and then use the Ichima to kill those useless thoughts, leaving only the
The one he needs, in this way, Yima can successfully steal the secrets in other people's hearts.
And if you are fighting with the enemy, using your mind and horse to detect the enemy's thoughts in advance, or to kill the enemy's key thoughts, you can imagine how much impact it will have on a dangerous battle situation where the slightest difference is thousands of miles away.
This kind of flying sword magical power that can travel back and forth in other people's hearts, listen to thoughts, and tamper with other people's thoughts to a certain extent is simply unbelievable to Yi Qianyan. What makes her strange is that with such magical power, the Sanchilou of Jiange only gives
It was evaluated as being in the second grade, but it was not even ranked in the first grade.
Yi Qianyan has some guesses, probably because the magical power of this natal flying sword has some limitations and restrictions, which may not be as exaggerated as it sounds.
But no matter what, the first-class or second-class natal flying sword is out of reach for Yi Qianyan. Even if she is an accomplished Nascent Soul sword cultivator in the eyes of others, the level of the natal flying sword is still a matter of course.
It's purely a matter of fate, just like the qualifications for cultivation. Some people are born to be the pride of heaven and can ride all over the world, while some people can only stand at the foot of the mountain forever, let alone catch up, and are not even qualified to climb mountains.
Most of the time, innate qualifications are more important than acquired hard work!
Thinking of this, she thought of the Zhao boy who was killed by this beast in this murder.
It's quite a pity.
She had met that young man several times. Although she was not a law enforcement monk of the Sikou Mansion, and this time she was just close enough to be called to help by the great Sikou, she would still find an opportunity to go to the genius of the Sword Pavilion like a disciple of the great Sikou.
Just take a look, after all, as long as they don’t die young, the targets of this kind of sect’s key training will almost grow into the pillars of Jiange and work with her. So if you get to know her in advance and give her some “small items”, you might be able to get married.
A good fate.
That young man from the Zhao family is indeed very powerful. He has been at the top in several sect competitions, and he seems to be hiding his clumsiness. I heard that he has two natal flying swords, both of which are of high grade. As for which one is "not low"
Da Sikou didn't go into details, but judging from his smiling expression, he probably didn't run away.
However, geniuses are called geniuses precisely because they have not grown up. She has seen many such geniuses who have fallen by the wayside, and she can only warn herself to be extremely careful when cultivating disciples in the future.
However, this Zhao family is indeed at the peak of his sword luck.
In addition to this fallen Zhao family boy, I heard that there was another Zhao family girl in the Four Prefectures of Taiqing who entered Xiaoyao Mansion at the age of sixteen. Alas, I only followed the standard procedure to enter Xiaoyao Mansion from Fuyao Mansion when she reached the Tianzhi realm.
In the mansion, anyone who can enter the mansion in advance is a monster.
By the way, are all young people today so fierce?
After a while, as if she had received some news, she straightened her eyebrows, took out a dragon trap net from the sumeru object, and sucked the corpse of the monster dragon into it.
Immediately afterwards, the top of his head slid down with a "step shake", the sword flashed, and he left in an instant.
Only the mess on the ground and a huge crater were left. You can imagine that after a few heavy rains, there will be another green pool here.