The Qingyun Sect disciples headed by Song Xing suddenly appeared in Dawang Village, which immediately caused a commotion between the good and the evil.
The originally calm expression on Qin Wuyan's face became a bit gloomier.
The other people in the Demon Sect may have recognized the Qingyun Sect's clothes, but he recognized Song Xing's face first.
Ten years ago, the four major sects of the Demon Sect attacked the Qingyun Sect, resulting in heavy casualties. However, only the Poison God, the leader of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, died in the hands of a junior named Song Xing. His fame was wiped out and became a stepping stone for Song Xing to become famous.
After the death of the Poison God, he lost his suppression, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect almost fell apart. Qin Wuyan, as the most favored disciple of the Poison God during his lifetime, was even targeted by his brothers for the position of the sect leader.
In the end, a supreme elder from the Wandu Sect came out and suppressed the internal strife in the Wandu Sect.
Therefore, in the past ten years, every time the Qingyun Sect is mentioned, it is a shame that cannot be erased by the Wandu Sect.
Although Song Xing had not left the mountain for ten years, his appearance had been clearly investigated by Wan Du Sect, and Qin Wuyan was able to recognize him immediately.
However, he looked at Gui Li not far away, with a cold look in the corners of his eyes, but he did not rush over to attack.
There was silence all around, and Zhou Yixian suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, felt dizzy, and even his breathing became tense involuntarily.
He secretly looked around, and after a moment he found many people who seemed to have nothing to do with this place, either listening or peeking, some of them simply looking directly at this place, and even holding magic weapons in their hands, quite ready to use them at any time. The posture of letting go and killing.
The already tense situation became even more tense with the arrival of Song Xing and his party.
In the past ten years, the power of the Demon Cult has grown greatly, and many young talents have emerged from the younger generation. Among them, the three most outstanding ones are collectively known as the "Three Young Masters" by those who have good intentions, namely: Qin Wuyan of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, known as the "Three Young Masters". He is the "Poisonous Young Master"; the Ghost King Zong Gui Li is called the "Blood Young Master"; the remaining one is Jin Ping'er of the Hehuan Sect, known as the "Miao Young Master".
Among the four major sects of the Demon Cult, only the younger generation of Changsheng Hall has no one above them, and there are few successors.
Over the years, these three young men have been the most influential people in the Demon Sect. They have already held great power in the sect at a young age. Wherever they go, there is bloodshed from time to time. Fighting and bloody battles are inevitable, but they have never interacted with each other. Met.
Therefore, someone once said that when these three people finally face each other, I am afraid that will be the time when the real fight between the four major sects of the Demon Sect begins.
No one thought that this Western rare treasure incident would lead to the meeting of Poison Master and Blood Master in this small Dawang Village.
What was even more suffocating was that Song Xing, who was already recognized as the number one among the younger generation of Zhengdao, appeared at the same time.
The atmosphere in the field was extremely quiet and tense. Those with weaker cultivation abilities around them felt that they were almost out of breath. They wanted to sneak away, but they did not dare to move rashly at this moment.
Song Xing and others walked into the street and were slightly startled when they saw the strange scene in the street, but they quickly analyzed the situation at the moment.
Especially when many people behind him saw Gui Li, they even faintly exclaimed.
His appearance is still the same as before, with no change, and the look between his brows is still vivid in his mind, but all the disciples of Qingyun Sect know that he is no longer the same sect as before.
Only Lu Xueqi, who was behind Song Xing, looked at Gui Li with the same tenderness as before at the Ten Thousand Bats Ancient Cave.
Song Xing turned his attention to Yiyi Xian's fortune-telling stall, and with one step, he came to Yiyi Xian from the end of the street.
Zhou Yixian seemed to be startled, while Qin Wuyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingers were about to pop out uncontrollably, but he suppressed them with strong willpower.
Song Xing raised his head and glanced at Zhou Xian, and said with a smile: "Long time no see, old man, your style is as good as ever."
Zhou Yi Xianqiang smiled and said: "Where, just for a living."
Song Xing looked at the characters on the stall again, picked up the pen and wrote the character "Song" on the paper, and asked Xiaohuan: "Test the characters? Can you test it for me too?"
Xiaohuan glanced at Yiyi Xian first, and then asked: "What do you want to test, sir? Wealth, future, or marriage?"
Song Xing thought for a while and said: "Then let's test and see if there are immortals in this world."
The expressions of Xiaohuan and Yiyi Xian changed at the same time. Xiaohuan said, "Sir, please don't embarrass me. What the immortal said is the most elusive. It can't be calculated with a small hexagram."
Song Xing glanced at Zhou Xian meaningfully, and then said with a smile: "Then let's test the future of my trip?"
Xiaohuan looked at the character Song on the table and said: "The character Song means treasure hijab. I agree with my family, which means that the guest officer is here for the master's sake. Below the character Song is the character wood. Wood is different from herb. If it is about official luck, the herbal medicine means that the official luck is mediocre, neither rising nor falling. But there is a horizontal bar on the wood, which is equivalent to the beam of the house, which plays a vital role. The guest officer's westward journey is regarded as above this wooden character. .”
Song Xing knew that Xiaohuan's physiognomy was quite comparable to that of Qingyunzi's physiognomy back then. Hearing this, he thanked with a smile and took out ten taels of silver as hexagram gold.
Then he turned and looked at Qin Wuyan beside him, "A person from Wan Du Sect?"
Qin Wuyan said neither humble nor arrogantly: "Exactly."
Song Xing said calmly: "People in the Demon Cult are also interested in exotic treasures?"
Qin Wuyan said coldly: "The rare treasures of heaven and earth can be obtained by those who are destined."
Song Xing said directly: "Since I, the Qingyun Sect, are here, the exotic treasures will no longer be with you."
Qin Wuyan was furious and said: "There are only dozens of people from Qingyun Sect, do they really think you are Dao Xuan?"
Song Xing stopped talking. As his mind turned, the void trembled slightly. The next second, Qin Wuyan's expression changed drastically, and his body suddenly retreated tens of feet like lightning, and retreated to the other end of the street as fast as lightning.
At first glance, it looks extremely embarrassing.
Then he saw countless sword marks appearing in the void in front of Song Xing, instantly tearing apart the dozens of demon sect disciples who were standing on both sides behind Qin Wuyan.
Regardless of the good or evil people present, their expressions changed!
Because no one saw how Song Xing took action.
Without lifting his shoulders or moving his feet, he killed dozens of people from the Demon Cult. This weird and unpredictable method was simply unbelievable.
"The response is good." Seeing Qin Wuyan avoid it, Song Xing nodded indifferently and said to him: "I have to see an old friend today. I am in a good mood. Spare your life and get out!"
Qin Wuyan's chest rose and fell rapidly several times, his face became even paler, his eyes swept over Gui Li who was standing in the middle of the street, and he disappeared into the shadows behind him without even saying a harsh word.
As he left, more than twenty people in the Demon Cult crowd immediately followed him in the direction of his disappearance.
The streets that were originally crowded with people suddenly became empty.
Song Xing ignored the people leaving and turned around, walking towards Gui Li's direction.
"Senior Brother Song." A low voice came from the Qingyun Sect disciples. Some people who recognized Zhang Xiaofan's identity subconsciously wanted to remind Song Xing.
After all, Zhang Xiaofan today is no longer the disciple of Dazhu Peak, but the deputy sect leader of the Ghost King Sect with a notorious reputation. Even they, the disciples of Qingyun Sect, have heard of his name.
Song Xing didn't seem to hear it, and walked straight up to one step in front of Gui Li. It was so close that if Gui Li raised his hand, the magic weapon in his hand could pierce Song Xing's chest.
Looking at the face that looked like the old days but with a bit more vicissitudes of life, Song Xing smiled and nodded: "Yes, I have grown taller and stronger."
(End of chapter)
