Chapter Twenty-Nine: White Hair

Chapter Twenty-Nine: White Hair

"The Bijia caravan is passing by here, all make way for me, get out of the way!"

A tall martial artist riding a fiery horse opened the road in front of him, constantly shouting at the pedestrians on the street, and behind him was a small caravan of about thirty people, surrounded by a sedan chair with three white horses and horses, presumably a noble person of the Bi family.

"Bi family?" Wu Heng looked at the caravan coming in his direction, slightly stunned, he carefully found that this group of merchants did not carry any goods, and the direction of the trip was the way to Tianyu City, looking very anxious.

In particular, the sedan chair of the three white horses is very conspicuous, luxuriously decorated, magnificent, and it is difficult for the children of the general family to be qualified to enjoy, there is an old man riding a dragon horse on both sides of the sedan chair, they close their eyes and recuperate, they seem to be dozing off, but the grass around them can not escape the eyes of the old man, intentionally or unintentionally protecting the characters in the sedan chair.

"Those two old men turned out to be half-step psychic powerhouses!" Wu Heng was shocked in his heart, and wondered, could it be that a figure at the level of the head of the Bi family had come to Qingfeng Town, otherwise how could there be a half-step psychic martial cultivator guarding him.

"The Bijia caravan is here, everyone get out of the way. ”

Seeing that it was the Bijia caravan passing by, the mercenaries and pedestrians on the street all got out of the way, and only Wu Heng stood in the middle of the road stupidly.

Finding a white-clothed young man blocking the middle of the road, the tall Wu Xiu who opened the road shouted angrily: "Hey boy, don't give way yet!"

"Could the person on this sedan chair be Bi Xueyan?" Wu Heng's eyes were deep, his brows were locked, and he fell into deep thought, and he didn't notice for a while that he was the only one standing in the middle of the road.

"Haha, that kid is stupid, standing there alone is blocking the way of the entire Bijia caravan. ”

"It is estimated that the young man is miserable, and the people who block the road of the caravan are all regarded as enemies by the five major families!" The passers-by on the side of the street pointed and watched.

Seeing that the young man in front of him was completely ignoring himself, the tall martial artist was furious in his heart, and waved the long whip in his hand and whipped it directly!

"It's killing intent!" Feeling a killing intent coming, Wu Heng opened his eyes for the first moment, only to see a long whip with a fierce essence to break the air, and swung straight through, like a dragon pounced, if an ordinary acquired martial artist was hit, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

"Smack!"

Just when everyone couldn't bear to watch and close their eyes, Wu Heng grabbed the long whip in his hand casually, with a relaxed look, and said with a smile: "We have no intention of blocking the way of the Bi family's caravan, please forgive me if you are offended." ”

"This kid has such a big brute force!" The tall martial cultivator looked stunned, he only felt that the long whip in his hand seemed to be suppressed by the mountain, extremely heavy, and that heavy force came from Wu Heng's body.

"That kid actually caught the blow of the Bi family's innate martial arts cultivator, and he still stood in place so easily!"

"No, that tall martial artist is strong and strong, and he is a congenital strongman, so he must have mercy on his subordinates, otherwise that kid can't still stand so steadily!"

All the passers-by discussed, even the martial cultivators of the Bijia caravan flashed a look of amazement, they knew the brute strength of the Batian, and it was difficult for anyone in the martial arts cultivation of the same realm to be comparable to his brute strength Dao soul, but I didn't expect that this young man was a big realm lower than the Batian, and he could also fight with him in chess, which was really rare.

Only Ba Tian knew how terrifying the brute force of this kid in front of him had reached, and it was a joke to say that chess opponents were simply a joke, and he was completely ashamed of himself. Wu Heng's hand was as heavy as a hundred thousand mountains, and he clutched the tail of the whip tightly, and even after the overlord urged the brute force Dao soul, he was powerless to withdraw his whip at all.

"Boy, do you want to be the enemy of the Bi family caravan?" Seeing that Wu Heng was holding on to the whip tightly, Ba Tian immediately shouted angrily.

Wu Heng rolled his eyes, this overlord's killing intent towards him has become more and more intense, and now let go of his whip, isn't it looking for a whip?

Next to the sedan chair of the three white horses Long Ma Qila, a half-step psychic powerhouse raised his eyelids slightly, he always looked sleepy, and made a hoarse and distant voice, saying: "Batian let him go, that young man has no malicious intentions." ”

"Thank you senior!" Wu Heng let go of the whip, thanked him slightly, and turned around to leave.

Although Batian was unwilling, he didn't dare to resist the elder's orders, and retreated to the side, so he could only let Wu Heng leave.

"That voice is so familiar, is it Wu Heng's voice?" In the sedan chair of the three white horses Long Mazila, a sixteen-year-old girl in a green shirt lifted the white curtain covering the window of the sedan chair, her beautiful and ethereal face appeared on the street, a snow-white and flawless white hair looked different and exquisite, the girl's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and she saw a familiar back hurriedly leaving from the street, and she didn't see this person's appearance clearly.

"Miss, you are always thinking about Wu Heng these days, you may have misheard. Feng Yerong said softly beside her, she looked at Bi Xueyan's long white hair and felt heartache, although her youthful face had been saved by the Bi family's elixir, but the black hair no longer existed.

"yes, I think that person seems to be Wu Heng. Bi Xueyan's voice was extremely soft, like an ethereal piano sound outside the world, she opened the white curtain this time, and her beautiful face was matched with her chic snow-white long hair, everything seemed so soft and beautiful.

Bi Xueyan's stunning and peerless appearance makes the passers-by on the street stop and stay, and they can't move their feet, she is graceful and graceful, soft and beautiful, her eyes are like the moon, her hair is like snow, like a delicate princess, Chu Chu is moving, but the sadness revealed in her eyes is heartbreaking, and she can't help but want to rush up and pick her up, gentle care.

Feng Yerong looked out of the window disapprenorantly, and when she saw the back of the departing young man, she couldn't help but be slightly stunned, the back seemed familiar and strange, and she couldn't be sure if this person was Wu Heng.

She just wanted to know if the fan-like boy was alive or not, and when Wu Heng risked his life to lure the dark sky away, she only felt that his back was very majestic, as thick as a mountain, making people reluctant to leave, but the cold Shura murderous aura on his body made people dare not approach.

"Sometimes the hippie smiling face, harmless to humans and animals, sometimes like gods and demons, cold and empty, this may be Wu Heng. Feng Yerong muttered to herself, she felt that it was better to let the young lady stay away from Wu Heng, and the woman's keen awareness told her that this fanciful teenager was very dangerous.

"Miss, you may be mistaken, how can that kid be Wu Heng. Feng Yerong shook her head, gently pulled down the white curtain, patted her on the shoulder and said, "Maybe Wu Heng has died in the hands of the dark sky, Miss still don't worry about it." ”

"No, Wu Heng won't die, Sister Yerong, you are not allowed to talk nonsense. Bi Xueyan was like a little girl who had lost her beloved belonging, and strongly refused, she had been deeply missing the name called in her heart these days, and even the first question she had after being woken up by the Bi family monk was: Where is Wu Heng?

"Okay, well, Wu Heng is not dead, he must still be alive. Feng Yerong was like a big sister, comforting her little sister, but she rarely saw the always reserved Bi Xueyan so out of shape, she couldn't help but shake her head and sigh, hoping that the young lady could forget about him as soon as possible.

Soon, the caravan of the Bi family disappeared into the streets, and Wu Heng appeared, he was surprised to find that Bi Xue's original long black hair had turned snow white, what was going on?

The passers-by on the street also came back to their senses, but Bibi Xueyan's beautiful and ethereal temperament and long snow-white hair had been deeply imprinted in people's minds, and they discussed it one after another:

"It is said that three days ago, in a big battle, Miss Bi used the Book of Years to kill four innate monks in the valley in an instant, but because of the backlash of the years, this was a white head overnight. ”

"But I heard that Miss Bi's Dao Soul is the Dao Soul of the Years, and now in a war, she can use the Book of Years freely, maybe it is difficult to meet an opponent among the masters of the same generation!"

"Hey, it seems that another demon has been born in the Heavenly Domain, maybe among the young generation of strong women, only the Ice Palace Holy Maiden Cold Frost can compare with her!"

"Hehe, that's not necessarily, the Lu family is the pearl in the palm, Lu Hongfeng's heavenly machine Dao soul is extremely mysterious, if it really fights, those two little girls may not be opponents!"

"Now that the young generation of strong people in the mainland has risen, each of them can be called a demon, and there will be a good show at the martial arts conference in three months!"

The martial cultivators had different opinions, and Wu Heng was also listening attentively beside them, although many of them were inquired from gossip, but there was really a certain truth in them!

"Martial arts tournament?" Wu Heng touched his nose, wondering if the old man would let him participate in it when he returned to Wu's house.

After wandering around Qingfeng Town a few times, Wu Heng unconsciously returned to the Wujia Trading House, which is a three-story building composed of hundreds of staff, selling all kinds of weapons and armor, monster materials, and also buying all kinds of weapons and monster materials.

There are many martial arts cultivators wandering around the trading houses, seeing if they can find any weapons to take advantage of.

"Hello Young Master Wu!" Seeing Wu Heng coming, a long staff member smiled at him, but it was not respect from the bottom of his heart, at this moment he didn't know that Wu Heng had broken the shackles of mortal status, and thought that he was just the waste he used to be, because he couldn't cultivate the abandoned son who was sent by the head of the family to run the business house.

Wu Heng also nodded without smiling, and the eyes of the people in the entire trading house were very strange when they looked at him, but he had long been used to it, in this world, both merchants and martial cultivators admired strong strength.

"Damn, what kind of broken weapon is this, a high-grade Yuan Shen weapon will also be sold for fifty mortal spirit stones, I don't want it, return it!" In the trading hall on the first floor, a long fierce and vicious strong man threw a long knife on the counter, and the shouting attracted everyone's attention.

"This customer is sorry, the goods sold by our Wujia firm will not be returned. A female staff member of the Wu family replied weakly, she was just an ordinary woman, and she was naturally afraid of these mercenaries who often licked blood on the knife edge, and her body trembled slightly.

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