After being hit by the sword, Lierou, who had great hope of reaching the first-level supreme realm, suffered severe physical injuries.
The blood quickly soaked through the yellow ribbon brocade robe, which was made of very precious materials and was a gift from the emperor.
The handsome man surnamed Lie could not stand steadily, staggered and fell to the ground with a "plop".
Ling Zhen stepped forward in time and placed the Hongmo Sword on the neck of "Mei Ye".
"Are you convinced?"
Qing Pao Ke held the sword in his right hand and asked condescendingly.
Lierou put away the magic mirror and the four flying swords, raised his head and stared at the young man in green robe who had defeated him. He said unwillingly: "I have already lost. If you ask me if I accept, what else can I do?" What’s the significance? Unexpectedly, I, Lierou, a dignified man of eight feet, was buried on the top of this Bagua Tower today..."
"No, no, no, you said it wrong."
Ling Zhen smiled and corrected, "Let's be clear, you didn't die on the top of the tower, you clearly died by my sword."
Lierou's eyes were stern, she scratched her neck and shouted angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? You look like a bitch, just do it quickly!"
"Okay, then I'll send you on your way."
Ling Zhen wanted to kill someone with his sword.
Just when Hong Mo's sword edge was about to touch the vital part of Lie Rou's neck, Qiu Jin shouted "Wait a minute".
Ling Zhen immediately stopped moving.
Qiu Jin came closer and bent down and said, "My surname is Lie, how about you leave something behind and I let my brother Ling save your life?"
"what would you like?"
Lierou asked.
"That glowing mirror of yours is nice, I want it."
Qiu Jin said with a smile, "Are you going to give it or not?"
Lierou once again offered up the round mirror that emitted colorful light, changed it to the size of a palm, handed it to Qiu Jin, and said: "This magic weapon is called the 'Yin Yang Tong Xuan Mirror'. It is very psychic. I have recognized its owner for many years." , even if you take it, you may not be able to... you?!"
Qiu Jin only gently placed the palm of his left hand on the mirror, and the colored light mirror flew into his body in an instant.
Lie Rou was stunned again.
That kind of incredible "shock" is a unique emotion that a genius will have when he sees a genius who is more talented than himself.
The magic weapon is the mysterious mirror.
I met a master who is more suitable for me.
"You are really powerful."
Lierou whispered, five words in total, simple.
Qiu Jin nodded simply, "What a coincidence, I think so too."
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After Lie Rou left, the yellow-haired man stepped towards the female ghost in blood clothes.
Arriving in front of Yu Liuxie, the leader of the Blood Flower Order, Qiu Jin gave a crooked smile and said, "Sister Yu, we haven't seen you for many years. If I hadn't meddle in my own business today, you would have been killed right now." They were captured. Do you have to thank me properly?"
The female ghost Yuliu snorted and said with a smile: "I never say 'thank you', so just think I owe you a huge favor today."
"That's okay, just remember to be nicer next time you see me."
Qiu Jin also narrowed his eyes and smiled, "After all, I am your creditor now."
"Come closer, I have something to say."
After hearing Yu Liuxie's words, Qiu Jin didn't take any precautions. He just thought she wanted to whisper something and got a little closer.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the female ghost cultivator suddenly raised her upper body and kissed Qiu Jin's left cheek hard.
There was a crisp sound of "Boom".
"Oh my God, my eyes..."
Seeing this scene, Qingpao guest Ling Zhen almost vomited and turned his head to the side in a hurry.
She was dressed in red and had long hair, her face looked like it was painted with powder, her eyes were black and purple, and her teeth looked like they were painted... She was kissed on the face by such a beautiful female "person".
This, this is a bit disgusting!
Before being kissed by this ugly female ghost, Qiu Jin reacted violently.
The red-haired and blue-eyed princess in white robe was already approaching.
Ye Yiran clapped his hands and smiled happily: "A perfect match, really a perfect match! Uncle Qiu, you and this Sister Yu are so well matched, it can be said that they are a match made in heaven. In my opinion, it is better to choose the day than to hit the sun, right here How about having a wedding here?"
When Qiu Jin heard this, he grinned in annoyance, said "poof", and shouted at the princess surnamed Ye from the Western Region: "I would rather have a wedding with your father Ye Shenji right here!"
Ling Zhen turned his head, showed a happy expression, and shouted with laughter: "Haha, Brother Qiu, you have been exposed, you really have a habit of cutting off your sleeves!"
Qiu Jin might have been so angry that he became a little angry, so he started to speak indiscriminately, and loudly said to the Qingpao guest: "Brother Ling, please take it easy, be careful if I climb into your bed in the middle of the night. , I’ll have a wedding with you too!”
The blood-clothed ghost cultivator who had the pseudonym "Yu Liuxie" and was still sitting on the ground looked at Ye Yiran, then Ling Zhen, and then his old friend Qiu Jin.
She looked confused and thought to herself: "This living person is better at playing than us ghosts..."
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It's freezing cold, and there's snow falling from the sky.
At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, there is an ox cart parked.
The car was not small, and it was filled with burnt black charcoal. A large piece of dirty cloth was spread over the charcoal to prevent it from being soaked by snow and water.
An old man with a pale face stood next to the bullock cart. At his feet, there was an old yellow-skinned dog that was also old.
The old man was very tall and wore a very thin brown mandarin jacket.
He was tall and extremely thin at the same time, as if there was only a thin layer of wrinkled and miserable skin hanging on his frame.
The complexion is as dark as iron.
A head full of white hair, like snow
The old man's eyes were extremely dim.
If you were to use a four-character word to describe his eyes, nothing would be more appropriate than "eyes as gray as death."
The old man with black skin and white hair was alone, motionless, standing quietly in the biting cold wind, like a clothes pole stuck in the soil.
On the side, there are only an old cow and an old dog.
People, cows, dogs.
All have entered their twilight years.
I don't know how long he stood there.
There are two horses riding towards this side.
On the horseback were two men in yellow clothes with smooth skin and white faces.
They rode up to the old man selling charcoal.
"Is it enough?"
One of the men in yellow asked, pointing to the cart of charcoal.
The old man nodded slightly, expressionless, and responded in a hoarse voice: "One thousand catties is enough."
"good."
The two men responded, got off the horse, one approached the old man, and the other walked towards the bullock cart.
The former held a document and said loudly: "We are here to buy charcoal according to the order of King Wu..."
The old man waved his hand, his tone was as calm as water, as if he had no intention of hearing anything more, he just said calmly: "No need to say more, just take it."
The other man in yellow didn't say much. He moved slowly and tied the piece of silk he brought around the horns of the old cow.
Half a piece of red gauze and one foot of silk are tied to the horns of the cow and filled with charcoal.
Then, he tied the cart carrying more than a thousand kilograms of coal to the back of the horse.
The man holding the document stretched out his hand, smiled and patted the old man on the shoulder, "That's good, old man. I'll see you next time I buy charcoal."
After saying that, he turned over and jumped on the horse again, leading the charcoal cart towards the north.
Not even a few steps yet.
With a "boom" sound, the man in yellow was struck unconscious by a hand knife and fell off the horse.
The other man was horrified and turned around to look.
I saw three people standing behind them.
A man with yellow hair and a woman with red hair.
There is also a young man in green robe.
"Is it possible to exchange just a few rags for a large truck of charcoal? Do you think what you are doing is any different from robbery?"
The yellow-haired man asked sharply.
