Under the blue sky, there was a desolate but chic sound of poetry. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info If it wasn't for a purpose, no one would believe it.

At noon, the sky was shining. This person is almost middle-aged, with gray hair, a long beard under his chin, blazing eyes, windy movements, one hand behind his back, and his whereabouts are chic and uninhibited. The person who came was the sword god who wanted the sky, one of the five righteous brothers of the sword ruffian in the autumn year, who traveled around the world all the year round and rarely gathered in the inn.

Wanting to stop in the sky, he raised his eyes: "You are Qin San?" With his movements, the wind swept the dust and lifted the corner of his shirt forward, "I ask you, the injury on Yi Qiunian's body was caused by the Qiankun Mausoleum?"

The air flow is pressing head-on!

Qin Xiaochuan stopped. In his perception, the strength of the Desire Sky should be about the same as that of Yi Qiu Nian, but a little threat was exposed in his breath, not like a sword ruffian who was still completely light even when he was threatening.

In this way, maybe Yi Qiunian's strength will be stronger.

"There's nothing wrong with that. Qin Xiaochuan said slowly: "At that time, it was not determined that the wound might be poisoned. Antidote drugs grow in places where the plague spreads, and there is a danger that people will have skin ulcers when touched. He hadn't thought about it before, but now he immediately remembered it. Originally, this poison was strategically placed on the sword left by Yi Qiunian's corpse to target the scars of the wind. However, who made the sword ruffian not die?

"I see. ”

The well-informed desire sky immediately had a plan: "This matter is handed over to me." Do you have an eye for antidotes?"

From beginning to end, he was completely frightened by Yi Qiu Nian's calm attitude, Qin Xiaochuan didn't think to care about this injury at all, he was stunned at this time, and quickly reacted in his mind: "Poisonous weed, Qi Li!" It should be this name, if you remember it wrong, then there is no way, thinking about it, with Yi Qiu Nian's strength, he will not be able to die for a while and a half, and he will definitely be able to find a way to detoxify.

"Hmm. ”

Wanting to stop in the middle of the road, he raised his hand and pinched his beard under his chin: "Where are you going?" he asked again.

Qin Xiaochuan's direction is not the first in the world. According to the reason, he left Ji Wuhua, the person who belonged to his heart, and actively ran around to solve the matter of the nightmare, and at this time, the person from the Chunlin realm had arrived, and he should go back to take a look.

"Go and solve a problem. Qin Xiaochuan was very polite: "I have informed the sword ruffian about this matter." I wonder if my predecessors still have orders?"

Wanting the sky thought for a while, and let go of the way: "You go." ”

Until the two passed by, the sword god's gaze never left Qin Xiaochuan's right hand. Qin Xiaochuan's right hand hung down in his sleeve, and he never approached the black sword on his waist.

People really can't do bad things, otherwise they will feel that they have been seen as flaws at every turn.

It wasn't until he was completely away from the sky of desire that Qin Xiaochuan relaxed and sped up, arriving at the agreed place before dusk.

It was a seemingly ordinary village, surrounded by a creek, with free-range chickens and ducks and children playing in the wilderness. Wisps of smoke had already risen, and the farmer had returned with his hoe, waving each other in twos and threes. But this is actually a stronghold of the black market, and the only wealthy person in the village is one of the spies under the command of Iron Flute.

Under the willow tree next to the stream, an old man in a cloak fishes alone, and a few dying fish are netted in a bamboo basket. The old man had gray hair, an iron flute about two feet long on his knees, and a middle-aged and kind face under the hat when he looked up. If this person wears a black scarf and wraps his hair in a black cloth, I am afraid that there will be three more murderous points in his eyes. This person is the former patriarch of the black market, and now the only fruitful Great Elder, the Spring Worm Flower Branch Iron Flute Gong.

When Qin Xiaochuan walked over, he felt that several breaths around him were swishing away. By the time he stood beside the old fisherman, there was no longer a trace of insects within a radius of several zhang. Tsk, this style has risen more than one level compared to when we met in the past.

He simply sat down: "Long story short. ”

Tie Di said fairly: "The black market is in your hands and mine." ”

In a word, skipping the various changes of authority in the middle, it is ruthless. In his early years, the Spring Insect Flower Branch Tiedi Gong was a well-known giant in the rivers and lakes, who retired after being ignited by a monk, and felt that Bai Chuan took the initiative to bury the corpse and secretly joined the corpse collector organization for the elderly.

After the establishment of the original corpse collector organization in the Central Plains, it affected the business of the black market to a certain extent, and the two forces intersected. At that time, Wataru Shirakawa could only back down, but in exchange, he let Tie Di Gong enter the black market and become one of the elders.

The black market itself is a place where the interests of the underworld are entangled, and it is the product of the balance of the major forces in the southeast, northwest and northwest. There is no one in charge, and the elders are the representatives of the various forces. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of a night motorcycle market in the martial arts, which was fierce and fierce, cracking down on the black market in all aspects, and with the intention of infiltrating and annexing, Tie Di Gong would not have been able to carry out the plan of gathering people to eradicate dissidents so quickly, using the treasure of the Thousand Evil Caves as bait, so that all the forces eager to resist the night motorcycle market would take the bait, kill the spokespersons of other forces in one fell swoop, and completely control the entire black market trading field.

On the bright side of the Central Plains Martial Arts, when the righteous path dealt with the Demon Sword Dao Demon Sword Realm, the underworld was secretly turbulent, and I don't know how many small and medium-sized forces were affected. Part of the bloody case was planted by Tiedi Gong to the head of the night motorcycle market, and the other part was resisted by a force from the northern region. Yue Wubo and Deng Jiuwu's Northern Martial Arts Business Alliance came to the aid in time, and the mysterious master of Hanhai became the new boss behind the scenes of the black market. After mastering the core part of the black market, the next step is to continue to exchange interests with other forces, of course, this list must not include outsiders involved in the operation.

For example, Feng has no head.

Feng Wushou really fled. I didn't catch it, there are too many caves where this bastard is hiding.

"The head of the green forest, the martial arts arena, intends to continue to cooperate, and the West Martial Arts side also promised not to blame the past, but the lord of the world's sealing swords has the bearing, and seeing the wind makes the rudder fast. ”

The fishing old man Tie Digong slowly put away the fishing rod and took out a piece of paper from his arms: "According to your meaning, I have made these lists, and the people who are probably related to Feng Wushou have been almost eliminated." There must be someone behind Feng Wushou, otherwise with this strength, it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of Hell Island. ”

Standing behind Feng Wushou is the big island owner of Hell Island, so the person who tried to meddle in the black market this time was not Feng Wushou, but the Holy Yama behind him!

After moving the black market, he accidentally found that he had provoked a lot of forces, Qin Xiaochuan took the paper, thought about it without looking at it, and pinched it into a small group: "Feng Wushou should be dead." ”

This man had to die.

Feng Wushou is the only person who has seen the true face of Transitional Bai Chuan on the rivers and lakes, and he is also the person who has been in contact with him for a long time. After his death, none of the friends Qin Xiaochuan had made in the underworld would exist. Those who were touched by Ta all died in the years, but only Qin San survived.

There must be people who have been wrongfully killed on the list that Iron Flute has put up.

But it can eradicate the subordinates of his old friend Feng Wushou to the greatest extent. "Before I started, I first posted a message on the black market, using the Shadow Shadow Sword and the matching swordsmanship in exchange for a move by the world-famous Flawless Son. Qin Xiaochuan said: "The Shadow Sword was once the treasure of a certain sect and town, and it was obtained by Feng Wushou, and no one in the rivers and lakes knows about this matter. ”

"But you know about it!" Iron Flute Gong couldn't help but stop putting bait. Even if he now controls most of the black market, sometimes he is still not as well-informed as Qin Xiaochuan. He didn't know what the reason was, he just needed to know what Qin San said, and it was enough to never make a mistake, "But how do you make the Perfect Son willing to make a move?" Borrowing someone else's name to do things, it is easy to be found and killed by the other party, not to mention that the famous willful killer of Dongwu Forest, the Perfect Child, is asking for flaws.

Qin Xiaochuan said: "Because I can make the only friend in this life willing to take the initiative to go out of the past and treat an old injury." ”

Let Sword Nameless be willing to treat the scars on his hands, this matter is not only a cold wish, but also a condition for trading a human life with Mingzhu.

The blood list was not originally disappeared in Dongwulin so soon, but first there was a desperate love letter to withdraw from the blood list, and then there was Cao Pocket's betrayal. After that, I don't know what conditions were triggered, according to the news that came from Fuji before, someone bought the life of the lord of Lethe, the leader of the corpse collector organization, on the blood list, and then the buyer was killed, the transaction was canceled, and no information came from the blood list.

It may be the hand of the evil doctor who is not alone. Qin Xiaochuan always felt that there would be a large wave of debts waiting ahead. Just as he was meeting with the Iron Flute Guild, a transaction posted on the black market finally got moving, and it was taken by a swordsman under the pseudonym Sword Ink Book.

The place where the two traded was set at the junction of the Central Plains and the Eastern Regions.

The generation of heroes who have been eliminated from most of his subordinates and hiding places has no leader, and without the help of the master of Hell Island, who is the mastermind behind the scenes, he can't avoid the entanglement of the black market in Tibet. The lord of the black market also issued an additional mission to hunt him down with 100,000 taels of silver.

Before, Qin Xiaochuan left the scene halfway because of Hua Ji, which really made Feng Wushou see the flaw.

Using a hidden sword in exchange for the favor of the flawless son, and killing the person in charge behind the scenes with one move, can not only break this deadlock, but also have the opportunity to regain the black market in the palm of his hand.

The Book of Sword and Ink is no longer available.

In this kind of noisy situation, Feng Wushou didn't dare to trust anyone.

The transaction went exceptionally well.

After verifying that the two items were correct, he nodded slightly, but put the Shadow Sword on the ground, turned around and raised his cloak, and left without saying a word.

Jian Moshu didn't know what it meant for a while, and was about to speak, when he felt a sudden chill on his neck!

A handkerchief came with the wind, covering the wide eyes of the dead from the top down.

A secret book was casually thrown on the ground by Mingzhu Qiu.