3162. The third thousand one hundred and sixty-two chapters compete!
"It's not just Li Qing."
"At the same time as Li Qing, the Yongzhou Thunder Demon came into being."
"Even if I don't tell you about the evil reputation of the Thunder Demon, I think everyone will be aware of it."
"At the same time that Qingfeng Secret Realm was born, two young peerless monsters appeared. Is this just a coincidence??"
The audience couldn't help but ask: "Did the Thunder Demon also get the inheritance of the Sky Pillar?"
The middle-aged man nodded and said: "The Yongzhou underworld has tried to explore the origin of the Thunder Demon many times, but has achieved very little."
"But now there are rumors that what Thunder Demon practices is the Nine Heavens Thunder Code, one of the eight great magical arts! And Thunder Demon's master is the peerless martial god who broke into the Daliang Palace, Taoist Xingchen!"
The middle-aged man did not wait for everyone to recover from the shocking news and continued.
"Not only that, in early March, Peng Zishi, the owner of the Kaishan Martial Arts School in Nanjun, Liuzhou, got a fragment of the Dragon Seal from unknown sources. On the stone pillar that reaches the sky, he obtained the Burning Heaven Technique, one of the eight magical arts.
When he was coming down the mountain, he was attacked and killed by several powerful masked warriors. He was seriously injured and fought his way out before disappearing. There has been no news to this day."
"Then in mid-July, a mysterious man in black with unknown origin used some hidden method to sneak into the Tongtian Stone Pillar, and thus obtained a magical skill called the Death and Death Juelu. If it hadn't been for the inspiration of the inheritance, the Tongtian Stone Pillar would have
There was a reaction and the name of inheritance appeared, but no one probably noticed it. After that, the man in black escaped from the secret realm with a strange and incomparable movement method. A high-level martial king tried to intercept him, but he was unable to stay."
"At the beginning of August, Ye Wuhua, the eldest disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect in Xuzhou, rushed to Qingfeng Mountain with a fragment of the Heavenly Dragon Seal. However, when passing by Huangzhou, he was besieged by the Thirteen Evils who wanted to seize the fragment. A big battle broke out.
Afterwards, Ye Wuhua died, and after the Thirteen Evils captured the fragment, they killed each other, leaving only three people to escape. The Hidden Sword Sect was furious and sent many masters to chase them, but there is no result yet as to whose body the fragment is."
"August is low, the Zhu family in Yangzhou..."
As the middle-aged man continued talking one after another, the expressions of the people listening were constantly changing, but most of them were shocked.
The old man was a little dissatisfied with the middle-aged man for stealing his talk at first, but the more he listened, the more surprised he became, and the more he showed awe towards the middle-aged man.
This information is obviously not something that ordinary people or ordinary warriors can know.
Until the end, the middle-aged man paused, his eyes flashed, and said: "And last month, Yuntianji, the young city lord of Guyun City in Yinzhou, got a dragon seal fragment and was killed by a man on the way to Qingfeng Mountain.
A sword-wielding young man wearing black clothes and a black mark on his face stopped him. The young man's sword skills were fierce and fierce. With three swords, he killed Yuntian through his throat, took away the dragon seal and ran away."
"If we count the time, the young man should have arrived in Qinzhou City by now."
Having said this, the middle-aged man looked at a table in the corner of the hall on the second floor: "This little brother, are you right?"
Everyone looked subconsciously and saw a young man sitting behind the table with a cold expression and a gloomy temperament. He looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old and was dressed in black.
On the left side of the boy's face, there was a conspicuous square black mark, which seemed to be branded with something.
On the young man's desk, there was a long sword with a black sheath lying across it.
How could everyone fail to recognize such a conspicuous feature?
At that moment, someone exclaimed: "He is the one who killed the young lord of Guyun City and snatched the fragments of the Heavenly Dragon Seal!"
Everyone was in an uproar for a while.
The young man in black remained silent and did not react at all. He seemed not to have heard what everyone said.
The middle-aged man stood up at this moment, holding the handle of the knife with one hand, and the smile on his face seemed to have a hint of murderous intent.
"Boy, you killed Yuntianji and snatched the fragments. They won't let you go. Look at the black mark on your face. That is the symbol of Guyun City's sword slave. You should be the one who was exterminated by Guyun City.
Caught those who work as sword slaves in the city, right? Guyun City likes to do this kind of thing. Fortunately, you can escape and practice to the current level. But even if you have the strength of King Wu, you will still be unbearable in front of the masters of Guyun City.
One blow, you might as well give the fragments to me."
"Compared to a dead young city lord, the fragments are more important. If you don't want to die, just hand over the fragments. Then they won't send many people to chase you, but will chase the fragments. How about, let's
I’ll help you share Guyun City’s attention, isn’t it a good deal?”
The atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Only then did everyone realize.
The middle-aged man's previous words were basically directed at the young man in black!
He came for the young man in black from the beginning, and he was just trying to test him with words before.
Most of the people here are ordinary people, and a few warriors are not very strong. Seeing that the two people seemed to be about to take action, everyone became panicked. Some people began to slowly approach the stairs, wanting to escape.
The old man by the window also whispered in annoyance: "It's broken, it's broken, why didn't you see that this is not a good thing? It's too late to run now."
He was sitting by the window, the farthest away from the stairs, just across from the middle-aged man and the boy in black. Even if he wanted to run, he was blocked, so he was naturally panicked.
But the young man in white sitting opposite him had a calm look from beginning to end, with a light smile on his face, as if he didn't care.
The middle-aged man's palm has quietly grasped the handle of the knife at this time, and it seems that it will be unsheathed at any time.
At this time, the young man in white suddenly spoke: "You'd better not draw the sword."
The middle-aged man was slightly startled and looked at the young man in white, only to see the latter holding a wine glass and smiling, as if those words were not meant for him at all.
But the young man in white had a normal aura and no internal energy fluctuations, so he quickly snorted and turned his attention back to the young man in black. Seeing that the latter had no reaction, he said coldly: "It seems,
If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
Then, he grasped the handle of the knife tightly and was about to pull it out suddenly.
For a moment, there seemed to be a bright sword light flashing through the hall on the second floor.
The sword light flashed away, and the young man in black still sat where he was, seemingly never moving.
The middle-aged man stood frozen on the spot, his eyes widened.
"So fast!!"
As soon as he said these two words, a line of blood spread between his neck, and the next moment, blood spurted out wildly.