An invisible solemnity quickly filled the air.
In the midst of this tens of thousands of quarrels, countless big men with bold temperaments, who loved to chat and scolded Fang Qiu subconsciously became quiet.
It wasn't the atmosphere that made them feel heavy and oppressive.
It is an instinctive respect, respect for martial arts and respect for the strong.
And a warm-blooded excitement coming from the bones.
How come such a great event in the world lacks such a good man like me!
Even if you are just a part of watching, it is enough to make countless people feel proud.
In the unusual silence, countless people came to the island more than ten miles away, and they all stopped in a tacit understanding and stopped approaching.
Not long after, the entire island was tightly surrounded from all sides.
Gradually, the voices rose, but they were still limited to their respective ships.
Suppressing his emotions, he stared at the island, waiting eagerly and patiently.
More than twenty miles away from the island, a large ship dozens of feet long stood standing.
Although no flag was raised, no one would think it was easy to mess with someone who could sail such a big ship in such a situation.
Therefore, there was a large area of empty space around the ship, and no one dared to approach it.
Inside the ship.
The spacious cabin is as magnificent as a palace.
"See you, Mr. Master." Zhao Min saluted respectfully. Dressed in lotus-colored men's clothing, he could not hide his bright and stunning appearance.
"You're welcome, Princess." Li Daoqiang sat up high, smiling and extending his hand to signal.
Zhao Min behaved politely and greeted Jin Bingyun. Then, under the introduction of Li Daoqiang, he met Murong Qiudi, Shi Zhixuan, Ouyang Feng and others who came over one by one.
Murong Qiudi and others' eyes flickered, and they all looked at Princess Shao Min, who had a good reputation and now seemed alienated from Li Daoqiang and everyone else.
Many thoughts arise.
But on the surface, no one said anything, and the atmosphere was harmonious.
“Nowadays, it’s a mixed bag here, and it’s not safe for my sister to stay outside, so the boss invited my sister to come over and watch the battle together.
Sister, I asked you to hide your identity on the ship because you don't want to reveal your identity. Sister, don't mind. "Murong Qiudi smiled kindly, as if she had met another good sister with similar interests.
"Sister Murong is so polite, it's not too late for Min Min to be grateful." Zhao Min chuckled, her tone neither far nor near.
Then, he curiously asked: "Why don't the master's ships come closer? It's better to watch the battle."
Some people looked at Zhao Min more and took it a little more seriously.
Is Princess Shao Min curious about why the ship doesn't come closer?
of course not.
What she was curious about was what Li Daoqiang wanted to do when he hid his identity.
This is a subtle temptation.
Li Daoqiang didn't seem to notice anything and laughed loudly: "The closer you are, the easier it will be for people to spot me."
Without waiting for Zhao Min and others to say anything, he added: "It's nothing to discover, but if I were here, who of those people would dare to say anything?
This excitement has lost much of its flavor. "
The voice, neither high nor low, was still bold, but it made Zhao Min pause.
The domineering spirit of "If I don't speak first when spring comes, no insect dares to say a word" is mediocre, but extremely shocking.
She didn't know what to say for a moment.
I was ready to continue to test my words, but I couldn't speak anymore.
"Ha, this is a rare drama in the world. Let's just watch it quietly first." Li Daoqiang laughed and said in a gentle manner.
The cabin became quiet, and everyone waited patiently like the people outside.
Li Daoqiang closed his eyes slightly, seeming to rest his mind.
Deep in his heart that no one could detect, a glimmer of expectation was gradually deepening, but he was also patient.
The sun is high in the sky and gradually going west.
The blood-red light curtain shines on the river, which is beautiful but also desolate.
As it gradually disappeared, the eagerness of the many people in the world who were patiently waiting slowly overwhelmed the others.
The buzz grew little by little.
"Why hasn't it started yet? I can't even see anyone."
"Don't be anxious about this peerless battle, it will definitely begin."
"Is that the evil spirit Li Ruohai? He has a long spear and is so majestic!"
"Keep your voice down, the one sitting alone on the willow branch seems to be Ning Dao Qining!"
"The Heavenly Sword, the Shaolin Monk, the Tietan Shenhou of Hulong Villa...there are many peerless powerful men who are not seen in ordinary times! Hey, there seem to be more peerless powerful men in the Song Dynasty. I am the Ming Dynasty. There are actually less of them.”
"Ha, of course our Ming Dynasty martial arts ranks first among all other countries. It seems to be less now. That's because you don't know the reason."
"Reason, what reason?"
"Hehe, the one on Wudang Mountain is always there."
"Zhenren Zhang! What's going on with Zhenren Zhang?"
"Young man, please be smart. The martial arts world in Ming Dynasty is naturally calm. Who dares to jump?
A century ago, anyone who dared to jump was dead. "
"Well!"
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There were countless comments about weird things and everything.
Sudden--
"coming!"
The two words that came from someone's mouth were like the voice of heaven, suppressing all sounds in an instant.
Pairs of eyes fluctuated and looked in the same direction.
The red hooves stepped on the swallow, and the extremely handsome man's spear vibrated slightly, his eyes opened, and there seemed to be a flash of blazing flames.
Microwaves appeared on the surface of the river, and an old Taoist's long beard floated.
There was a big boat, and a man with a knife stepped forward.
Among the countless people, countless people were shocked, and the excitement that had been gradually concealed ignited like a raging flame.
Under countless gazes, a small boat arrived on the river in the distance.
Nothing surprising, and it doesn't seem to be fast.
But at this unpleasant speed, in a few breaths, he passed through the crowd and arrived at the island.
The person who got off the boat was a big man holding a sword. His face was not handsome, and even a bit ugly according to ordinary people's eyes.
But no one present felt that face was ugly.
Not only is it not ugly, it also has a unique charm.
Especially the hand holding the sword is surprisingly beautiful.
"The Rain-Covering Sword, the Waves Turning the Clouds!"
Someone's eyes were burning, looking at that figure infatuatedly.
There was even a swordsman in white, his sword trembling in his hand, as if he couldn't help but take it out for a fight.
"Lang Fanyun is coming! It's finally here! Lang Fanyun will definitely win!"
"That's right, Lang Fanyun will definitely win. I, Da Ming, no, among the strongest swordsmen in the world for decades, Lang Fanyun is the number one. He will definitely win!"
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On the big ship.
Everyone except Li Daoqiang's expressions turned unusually serious without realizing it.
Especially Shi Zhixuan and Ouyang Feng.
The stronger a person is, the more he can see, and the more he knows the word "terrible".
Waves turn into clouds~!
In a moment, just looking at it from a distance, these three words were deeply engraved in their hearts.
Because, they are inferior.
Even among the most powerful people, there are some people who can make other people at the same level feel inferior just by looking at them.
Today, they met one again.
(Chapter 2, I don’t want to stay up late, Chapter 3 will be updated around noon tomorrow.)
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"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
