On the misty lake, Zhang Ping remained as still as a mountain, sitting calmly on the boat. There were two petite sparrows sitting on that strange black bamboo hat, but Zhang Ping looked like a statue and they didn't disturb each other.
Zi Nu looked at one of Liusha's biggest rivals with complicated eyes. Who would have thought that the coir raincoat guest would be Zhang Liang's father.
Sure enough, Zhang Liang is very scheming. It seems that she should speed up the process of Zilanxuan's withdrawal from the quicksand. Otherwise, she won't know when the sisters of Zilanxuan were sold.
Guren, on the other hand, lightly covered her red lips, with an unbelievable look in her moist eyes.
Although she was no longer so naive, she never thought that such a situation would happen.
The fifth generation of the Zhang family lived in Korea and had good personal relationships with all the Korean kings. Therefore, as a Korean princess, she and Zhang Liang could be considered childhood sweethearts who had played together since childhood. However, the Zhang family had so many plots behind their backs.
It’s not that Honglian couldn’t understand why Zhang Kaidi helped Han Yu and Zhang Liang helped Han Fei. After all, Han Yu and Han Fei both wanted to revitalize South Korea, but they chose different paths. But Zhang Ping chose Ye Mu, which meant that he didn’t mind helping South Korea. National surname.
Shouldn't it be a matter of eating the emperor's salary and being loyal to the emperor?
Zhang Ping also noticed Zi Nu and Hong Lian behind Zhang Ji, and his eyes paused for a moment as they passed by Hong Lian.
"It seems that you are not going to let me go tonight?"
Lin Yi Ke's voice is low and magnetic, with a strange rhythm when speaking. His speaking speed is much slower than ordinary people, and you can hear the leisure and tranquility in his heart.
At this time, the fishing line submerged under the lake suddenly trembled slightly, and the man in the raincoat pulled up the fishing rod without hesitation.
No fish on the hook.
The cloaked man sighed deeply: "What a cunning fish, just like the one in the palace."
"It's a pity that I, the angler, will one day become the fish being caught."
Zhang Ping glanced at Zhang Ji and let out a low chuckle, then moved his eyes back to the water and said slowly: "Five Grandmasters, young man, you really think highly of me, Zhang Ping."
"A lion will fight a rabbit with all his strength, let alone a master who is good at the Qi Sect."
As he spoke, it seemed as if something had changed in this world, and yet it seemed as if nothing had changed.
"Do it!"
Zhang Ji's eyes flashed and he shouted loudly.
The moment the words fell, Zhang Ji took Zi Nu and Hong Lian into his arms and backed away. The killers behind him pulled the trigger, and crossbow bolts struck Zhang Ping on the boat in the middle of the lake like a violent storm.
And in order to prevent accidental injuries, except for the Snare Killer standing in the tree who shoots directly from a high position, the other Snare Killers on the shore all use the method of throwing.
The arrowheads of hundreds of crossbow arrows reflected the bright moonlight, glowing with an icy cold light, like stars falling from the sky.
But just when the hundreds of crossbow bolts were about to hit Zhang Ping, an inconspicuous ice-blue light shone beside Zhang Ping's boat. In just a breath, that little light spread, Several rays of ice-blue light flashed, and huge thorns of ice emerged from the bottom of the lake, wrapping Zhang Ping's boat in them, and the huge lake was frozen in the blink of an eye.
The crossbow bolt hit the ice thorns, making a crisp sound of gold and iron. It only left some damage on the ice thorns, but there was no way for Zhang Ping, who was protected by the ice thorns at the center.
"I still don't like your pretending to be calm, it's unpleasant."
The cold female voice seemed to come from far away. There was a hint of a royal voice in the cold voice, but there was no trace of warmth.
As if nothing in this world cares.
Everyone's expressions couldn't help but look a little solemn, because the owner of that voice was definitely a grandmaster based on his aura, and there was probably no grandmaster present who could compare with him in aura.
If it was the black and white Xuanjian who understood both the way of killing and the way of protection, he should be able to fight with it.
But Black and White Xuanjian gave up the way of killing, and the way of guardianship was also lost because of Wei Xianxian's death. He replaced the thought of protecting Wei Xianxian with his lost son, but in the end his obsession was not as deep as before, so Black and White Xuanjian's strength is no longer as good as before.
Just when he was thinking about who the visitor was, a misty figure in white fell from the sky and stepped on the ice thorns several feet high.
Shengxue's white dress clings tightly to her delicate body, outlining a graceful curve that makes people think. .
A tight, close-fitting white skirt was wrapped in a large cloak with white fluff. Her white hair hung down like a waterfall and was tied into a ponytail with a white hairband.
On the delicate, cold and arrogant face, the red lips as charming as blood were slightly raised, as if he had witnessed something interesting.
This woman is not old, but no one will underestimate her because of her youthful appearance.
Everyone present could sense the terrifying power contained in that exquisite and graceful body.
"Xueyi Hou, I haven't seen him in twenty years, but I don't think he still has the same style."
Zhang Ping still had the same neither salty nor bland tone, sitting upright on the boat, except for the fact that the sparrows on the bamboo hat ran away in fright, there was no difference from before.
Zhang Ji's pupils shrank, his gaze towards the woman changed slightly, and the fear in his heart increased a lot again.
There is no difference between the Marquis of Snow Clothes and the Marquis of Blood Clothes. However, Zhang Ping said that he had not seen her for twenty years, so the true identity of the woman in front of him was almost revealed.
The Marquise of South Korea, the first owner of Snow Clothes Castle, Snow Clothes Marquis.
Everyone said that her eyes could darken the starry sky and kill countless dead souls under her swords, but her beauty made people feel that even death was just a gentle process.
And no one has seen her aging, she has always maintained her most beautiful appearance... Legend has it that she has made an ulterior and powerful contract with the darkness, and it requires the purest blood to maintain it.
If it is this person, then today is really a bit tricky.
He was a veteran grandmaster in his sixties or seventies, and the reputation of that Xueyi Hou was achieved by killing with the two swords in his hands, and he was very good at killing.
"Are you Zhang Ji?"
Xue Yihou's red eyes looked condescendingly at Zhang Ji, with deep interest in his eyes.
"You have a lot of yang energy in your body, and your skills are also very good."
"Young and full of yang body, you are really a good candidate to be a cauldron."
As he spoke, Marquis Xue Yi stretched out his long pink snake and licked his red lips as charming as blood, revealing a somewhat coquettish temperament.
For a moment, the tense atmosphere became a little strange, and everyone's eyes quietly fell on Zhang Ji and Xue Yihou.
Only Honglian, who didn't understand anything, looked blankly at the somewhat sulky Zi Nu, and asked quietly: "Sister Zi Nu, what is a cauldron? Does this woman want to make an alchemy furnace with human bones?"
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