The scale of the Sword King Shanfang City can be called the Xizhou region, like an important town of the human race, which is full of streets and alleys, and the stall area can be equivalent to the entire Fang Market elsewhere, and there are some monks who are similar to Jianghu artists wearing a variety of robes and performing that kind of performance.

It is said to be a showman, but in fact, most of them are just scams.

It is nothing more than selling some elixirs that seem to be precious but are actually forged at a low price after the performance, or pretending to be miserable to deceive sympathy in order to take the opportunity to make a fortune, and then it is a trick to secretly set up a mechanism to make people look thrilling but actually there is no danger.

Of course, there are real tricks, but they are extremely dangerous.

Just under the shade of a tree on the side of the street, two sturdy girls were fighting, one of them was holding a double sword, and the other was wielding a flying sword, both of which had the cultivation of the late stage of foundation building.

The two Zhuji girls are not fighting each other, but they are fighting against a python demon spirit, the demon spirit is covered in silver scales, the mouth is like a blood basin, and the two fangs are flashing with a sharp cold light, it looks like it should be non-poisonous, but it is really about to be bitten, and the Zhuji monk has no way to live.

There is a plaque standing on the side of the open space, on which the odds are written, a middle-aged woman in the Jindan realm is sitting next to the plaque drinking tea, and the spirit stones piled up around her are stacked into a hill, and the crowd of onlookers sometimes explodes.

"Kill the silver scale python! just reach the silver scale python of the demon spirit, it's not fierce at all, quickly kill it!"

"Bite them to death! Lao Tzu made a bet of ten thousand spirit stones, silver scale python, as long as you bite those two girls to death, Lao Tzu will be rich!"

"The giant python will die, don't you see that this silver-scaled python is very weak, those two little girls are good, and the odds are very great. ”

"No matter how weak it is, it is also a demon spirit, equivalent to a monk in the early stage of Jindan, with two female cultivators in the late stage of foundation building, how can they be opponents, I bet on the silver scale python, eight thousand spirit stones!"

"I'll bet on those two little girls! 5,000 spirit stones!"

"Bet on the demon spirit to win, ten thousand spirit stones!"

The monks around shouted one after another, some cheering for the silver scale python, some cheering for the two girls, and for a while the open space was lively and shouting.

In fact, it is not uncommon in the market to fight with his disciples and demon beasts in exchange for wealth, and the two girls in the foundation realm are not only neat, but also quite good-looking, so that the heroism of the sword, the softness of the knife, especially when fighting with the demon spirit to the death, there is not a tragic beauty.

There is a formation shrouding in the battlefield under the shade of the trees, and the monks who are watching the excitement around do not have to worry about the demon spirit python hurting people, as for the life and death of the two foundation building girls, it is not up to heaven or earth, only in the control of the middle-aged woman.

It is not a rare fighting scene, which attracted a sea of onlookers and monks, and after this vicious fight, the biggest winner can only be the person who set up the game.

After all, there are many people in the market, and many monks will bet on the spirit stone when they encounter this kind of excitement, not to win money, just to watch the excitement, and there are some lazy guys who want to go home, so as to do everything they can, and there is a young man with bad intentions, he doesn't look down on the spirit stone like a mountain, but he falls in love with two foundation building girls who are fighting with the giant python.

"Lingshi million, bet on those two girls to win, go ahead. The boy in a brocade robe commanded, and immediately some of his subordinates nodded yes, betting on millions of spirit stones, which immediately shocked the middle-aged woman.

Thousands or even tens of thousands of spirit stone bets are actually quite a lot, and the middle-aged woman heard that someone won with a million spirit stones to bet on the foundation girl, and her heart suddenly moved, and she secretly withdrew the obscure prohibition that imprisoned the silver scale python.

As long as the Silver Scale Python wins, a million spirit stones will be counted!

Such wealth is enough to give up the lives of the two foundation building disciples, not to mention that the two foundation building disciples may not die, as long as they don't die, they can be saved if they are hit hard.

The middle-aged woman who uses her disciples as a tool to obtain benefits is a person with a heart like a snake and scorpion, knowing that the sky-high bet will lead to the death of the two girls.

With the reinjection of millions of spirit stones, the silver scale python suddenly burst out with a stronger breath, opened its mouth and spit out poisonous mist, enveloping the place of fighting, and the two Zhuji girls panicked for a while, and retreated again and again, and their faces turned pale.

The crisis appeared in an instant, and when the two Zhuji girls encountered the fierce slaughter of the silver-scaled python and were no longer able to resist it, they only heard the laughter of a man accompanied by the shattering of the formation and the wail of the giant python.

When the poisonous fog gradually dispersed, people saw Childe who easily cut into the battlefield, waving a folding fan in one hand and pinching a giant python in the other, and the two weak Zhuji girls were being protected by him.

What a hero saves the beauty!

After a moment of silence, exclamations sounded around, and in the face of people's exclamations and the grateful eyes of the two foundation girls, the son of the brocade cloth turned his head and said gently: "The two Taoist friends are frightened, and below, Zhen is nameless." ”

A sentence of Zhen Wuming once again provoked exclamations, and the eyes of the two Zhuji girls looking at the nameless son changed, and their eyes were full of obsession and worship.

"I have experienced countless dangers, experienced countless dangers in the world, and once saw a strong man at the peak of the Yuan Infant being swallowed by a big fish and falling into the belly of the fish, so I can't see such a tragedy in the world, just a small snake, how dare I swallow the beauty of my human race!"

With a broken drink, in the wailing of the giant python, Zhen Wuming turned his hand into a sword, and suddenly slashed, the silver-scaled python broke in two, and the snake body rolled and twisted on the ground, not dead for a while, and howled.

A heroic scene of saving beauty was performed by Zhen Wuming with ease, and the two foundation building nuns blushed even more, and stars appeared in their eyes.

"I've heard of the nameless son's name for a long time, but I didn't expect the son to be sad too!"

"It is said that the nameless son is romantic, it turns out that the merry boy can also become a hero!"

The two female cultivators clasped their fists and thanked Zhen Wuming for their help with a red face, while the Jindan woman under the tree had a changed face and did not dare to come over.

"Girls' family, how can you always fight and kill, the moon is red, warm wine and singing is where your beauty lies, you see that the sun is falling in the west, it is about to be a long night, it is better to make a shadow of three people, talk about the red dust, two beauties, can you be invited?"

The nameless son was elegant and generous, and his conversation was interesting, which provoked the two foundation building female cultivators to collide like deer, and they didn't dare to agree, so they peeked at the middle-aged woman under the tree.

"I see that the two of you have good swordsmanship and sword skills, which is in line with the smart wind of my Human Sword Sect, from now on, you will be the true disciples of the Human Sword Sect, and you no longer need to be controlled by others. ”

With a swing of the folding fan, the nameless words on it appeared even more dazzling, and the sharp pen frightened the Jindan woman under the tree to dare not say much.

"Thank you, Childe!"

"We are disciples of a first-class sect! Finally, we don't have to fight demon beasts all day!"

The joy of the two girls dispelled the anger of the surrounding betting monks, so many people looked at the Jindan woman with angry eyes, if they couldn't get back the many spirit stones just now, these people could tear the Jindan woman.

The two girls followed the nameless son, one smiled shyly, and the other asked generously: "The master who was swallowed by the big fish must be a friend of the childe, otherwise the son would not be sad and angry." ”

"No, no, no. ”

Zhen Wuming smiled, shook the folding fan and said: "The guy who was swallowed by the big fish is a bad person, I am not sad for the villain, but sad for the big fish, it has eaten such a wicked person, I am afraid that it will not digest well and suffer from it from now on." ”

The funny nameless boy, who not only spoke decently, but also made the girl giggle, followed him left and right and walked out towards the largest restaurant in the distance.

It was easy to get the red face, Zhen Wuming was secretly proud, but he didn't seem to be very lucky today, and when he was walking towards the restaurant, a black shadow suddenly flashed behind him, and someone actually used a trick to appear from behind him.

"Presumptuous!"

With a cold snort, Zhen Wuming didn't wait for a move, and the person disappeared again, he only saw that it was a strange black-faced old man, but the other party's gaze seemed to be a little familiar.

"Blind......"

Zhen Wuming was taken aback and scolded secretly.

People didn't actually bump into him, the beauty had just arrived, and he didn't bother to deal with a nervous weird old man, and the other party fled so fast that he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After checking that he didn't lose anything on his body, Zhen Wuming walked away with a beautiful woman proudly, but he didn't know that he didn't lose anything, but there was an extra snowflake-shaped mark on the placket behind him.

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