"Xiang Qiufeng, when will it be your turn to meddle in your affairs?" Nie Wanqing took a step forward and shouted at the young man with the hair: "The man I chose myself, why should I pass your pass? Besides, if I don't agree after passing your pass, do you want Sister Wei to marry him?"

Xiang Qiufeng, who had a straight face, suddenly stagnated and a little embarrassed: "Senior Sister Nie, this is not a trivial matter, you and this kid are only one-sided, and I am doing this for your own good." After hearing this, Nie Wanqing gave a salute: "I understand the kindness, so you don't have to bother Senior Brother Xiang about this matter." ”

In a few words, Xiang Qiufeng, the most outstanding of the young disciples of Jiuyou, was left on the spot, and he was not angry or angry. Zhang Zhao saw that he really couldn't get off the stage, so he hurriedly stepped forward and arched his hand: "Zhang Zhao has seen Senior Brother Xiang, and I have heard of Senior Brother Xiang's prestige for a long time. I don't know how Senior Brother Xiang wants to take the test?"

Nie Wanqing stretched out her hand and grabbed Zhang Zhao: "What are you comparing to him? He's not my father, doesn't he say anything about it." Zhang Zhao held her delicate and silky palm and smiled slightly: "We also have some similar customs in the Five Xuanshang, if I don't go through some tests, how can I show that I am sincere?"

Nie Wanqing felt that her movements were a little inappropriate, she wanted to withdraw her palm but was held tightly by Zhang Zhao, so she had to blush and whisper: "Then I don't care, whatever you want, you let go first." ”

Zhang Zhao smiled and took her hand, put the pearl in her palm, and then took two steps: "Just ask Senior Brother Xiang to tell me, what can I do to satisfy everyone?" His actions not only made the people of Jiuyou feel quite decent, but also made Xiang Qiufeng finally have a step.

Xiang Qiufeng, whose face was full of coldness, nodded at Zhang Zhao: "The Nine Secluded Cities are in the same breath, and we are all happy and bitter since childhood. He looked at the people of the Nine Shadows around him: "Since you are the person that Senior Sister Nie likes, of course you must have the ability to protect her, so that we can rest assured." ”

Zhang Zhao understood a little after hearing this, he looked back at Ye Qinghe and the others: "You already knew about this?" Yan Wuxi laughed: "Brother Zhang Zhao, don't blame us for hiding it from you." Although we are also hoping that there will be a man who can control Senior Sister Nie, you also have to show some skills. ”

Ye Qinghe and the others also had smiles on their faces: "Except for Senior Brother Xiang, if we go up, we will be scolded by Senior Sister Nie and driven away." Nie Wanqing saw Zhang Zhao looking over with a smile and hurriedly shouted: "Don't listen to their nonsense, I'm not so rude." ”

This sincerity between them also made Zhang Zhao feel warm in his heart: "Since everyone wants to see my ability, then ask Senior Brother Xiang to draw a line." Xiang Qiufeng smiled brightly: "Okay, Brother Zhang Zhao is really refreshing, then I'm not welcome." ”

He waved his hand, and Ye Qinghe and the others, who had already been prepared, withdrew backwards and let a place come out. Zhang Zhao looked at Nie Wanqing behind him and smiled: "Don't worry, I won't let you down." Nie Wanqing blushed and nodded: "You be careful." ”

Xiang Qiufeng now has a good impression of Zhang Zhao, he pointed to the open space around his body: "We are not a martial arts competition, just try your skills here, within a hundred moves, if I fail to defeat you, even if you pass the test." ”

As soon as Zhang Zhao nodded, he heard Nie Wanqing shouting from behind: "Xiang Qiufeng, why don't you say a thousand moves? How old are you now? Isn't this bullying fifty moves." Xiang Qiufeng agreed without hesitation: "Okay, then fifty moves." ”

Seeing him so refreshing, Zhang Zhao couldn't help but feel a little despised by others, and he showed his chest in front of the indisputable immortal: "Senior Brother Xiang, please." Xiang Qiufeng nodded: "Okay, pay attention." ”

Everyone's eyes flickered, and Xiang Qiufeng's voice had just disappeared in place. Zhang Zhao only felt a gust of wind blowing close to his ears, and Xiang Qiufeng's voice came slowly: "Brother is a guest from afar, and he is courteous to three moves." ”

A light breeze pressed against the tip of Zhang Zhao's nose, which was half-turned, and Xiang Qiufeng had already gone back suddenly. Without waiting for Zhang Zhao to make any moves, the gray shadow flashed again, and Xiang Qiufeng swept past in front of Zhang Zhao, and pressed his fingers into claws.

After three moves, Zhang Zhao carried Po Xian behind his back, flashed his light and turned into a machete, and waved a knife light in front of him, which was not shiny, just blocking Xiang Qiufeng's offensive that was approaching again.

Xiang Qiufeng's left hand did not make contact with the knife light, and his body twisted to Zhang Zhao's side in a strange sudden left in the air, and he was just about to approach the shot but felt that his eyes lit up, and the knife light at the front was shaken up by Zhang Zhao like a soft rope, and wrapped around Xiang Qiufeng's wrist like a long whip.

The figure swayed, and in the blink of an eye, Xiang Qiufeng circled around Zhang Zhao more than a dozen times, but no matter which direction he came from, there were shining knife lights everywhere at his fingertips. And as his body accelerated, the sword light in front of Zhang Zhao continued to extend, and it was like a rope of light wrapped around his body for a few turns.

This set of sword techniques was only realized by Zhang Zhao since the realm of life and death, and these people in Jiuyou have never seen it. By the time Xiang Qiufeng circled around Zhang Zhao for a while, the pile of knife light was already like a loose ball of thread on him, floating but not entwined.

The people of the Nine Shadows were all fascinated, and even Xiang Qiufeng was aroused by Zhang Zhao's fantasy move. He tried to force an attack several times at close range, but before he could touch it, he saw that the whole shining light seemed to be entangled, so he had to withdraw his hand and change his moves.

Zhang Zhao, who was in the middle, spread out, facing Xiang Qiufeng's coming, and the increasingly dense sword light was moved, and he connected the endless release of spiritual power on his body into a line, although it looked chaotic, but every part of the entire long sword light could be moved at will.

Xiang Qiufeng surrounded Zhang Zhao and couldn't even find a chance to make a move, calculating in his heart that fifty moves were already coming, and a long groan in his mouth changed the way of attacking. He no longer looked for the gap in the sword light cluster to shoot, but turned into a gray shadow and spun around Zhang Zhao at high speed.

There was a whistling sound in the middle of the crowd, and a whirlwind suddenly blew on the flat ground, this whirlwind did not expand to the surroundings, but gradually became strong and powerful, and the people next to them felt that the strong wind was passing and it was difficult to open their eyes. The sword light emitted by Zhang Zhao was also squeezed by this powerful force and began to scatter.

"Boss Xiang used the Wind Singing Technique?" Even Nie Wanqing, these Nine Shadow cultivators knew Xiang Qiufeng's ability, and Xiang Qiufeng hadn't used the Wind Yinting Technique a few times over the years, and now it must have been Zhang Zhao who put a lot of pressure on him before he showed it in front of everyone.

Ye Qinghe and the others had all personally experienced the power of the Wind Yin Technique, and it was difficult to distinguish the direction of Xiang Qiufeng's attack in the wind vortex, and they were even more dizzy and couldn't support it for long. The power of the whirlwind in front of him is not small, and Xiang Qiufeng has not stopped attacking so far, which shows that Zhang Zhao can still hold on.

Xiang Qiufeng, who used the strength of eight successes, did not despise Zhang Zhao at all, he found that although the sword light in the wind vortex seemed to be chaotic, it was actually fluttering with the wind under Zhang Zhao's royal movement, no matter which direction he shot from, he was blocked, Zhang Zhao stood firmly in the wind and was not disturbed at all.

Xiang Qiufeng is the cultivator of Jiuyou's generation who is most likely to enter the Yin and Yang realm before the age of thirty, and both the Shadowless Step and the Shadowless Ghost Claw already have a bit of the charm of the Master Shadowless Ghost King. Although he didn't kill, Zhang Zhao brought him the feeling of having nowhere to start.

"How many moves?" Although Nie Wanqing couldn't see the movement in the whirlwind, she should have passed fifty moves after counting the time. At this time, the sound of the wind suddenly became sharp, Xiang Qiufeng walked against the wind, condensed all the spiritual power in the air on his hands, and his ten fingers flashed gray light, bent slightly and pushed towards Zhang Zhao in the shape of a ball.

The sound of "** wave" continued to sound, and those sword light silk threads broke one after another under the push of Xiang Qiufeng's spiritual power, but they were wrapped into a tight ball after Zhang Zhao waved his arm and spun it.

Xiang Qiufeng's claws rushed straight in, pushing a deep depression in the middle of the sword light, and then slowly piercing out until the gray light finally dimmed when it was less than a foot away from Zhang Zhao's chest.

Before Nie Wanqing could shout, Xiang Qiufeng had already withdrawn his arms from the sword light silk ball Huo Ran: "Brother Zhang Zhao is really powerful. I can't stop you. He looked back at Nie Wanqing and smiled: "Senior sister, you are really a good eye." ”

If Xiang Qiufeng's claws leaned forward again just now, he might have been injured by the cloud of knife qi that Zhang Zhao wrapped around his hand, even if he could hit Zhang Zhao's chest, his arms would inevitably be seriously injured.

Zhang Zhao met Nie Wanqing's gaze and shook upward, and the scattered shining sword light flew straight into the air, and then silently turned into stripes of glare, bursting like a rain of flowers. Others only think it looks good, but Nie Wanqing smiled shyly, knowing that Zhang Zhao reproduced the unforgettable scene in the world of life and death.

"So you're so powerful, I'm still worried about you. Zhang Zhao learned her tone when she was separated from the life and death realm that day, and replied softly: "Do you really hope that I am not good?"

The two of them were obsessed with each other, and the people of Jiuyou laughed a few times and were about to disperse, when they heard a somewhat hoarse voice sound: "Third junior brother, don't they all say that this kid with the surname has any ethereal body, I think it's very ordinary." ”

A thick voice replied: "No matter what kind of body he is, he has also obtained the Yin and Yang Realm to have some power, and now it is not the material to be slapped to death." Then the two voices laughed in unison.

Following the sound, a group of cultivators in tattered clothes were standing outside the crowd, and the two people who spoke were even more strange-looking, one was tall and thin, with pointed ears protruding, and the other was short and fat like a barrel and his face was as red as if he was drunk.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen anyone from the Ghost Abyss?" These cultivators all had a fierce and unruly look on their faces, but everyone found that almost all of their clothes had traces of being burned by fire, and many of them had scorched hair and beards.

"Hmph, hum, hum......" After a cold laugh, a black-robed old man with no smile on his face appeared in the air and stared at the cultivators in the ghost abyss: "You'd better give me all the rules, the sparrow is just a small lesson for you, Lao Tzu is much more ruthless than him." ”

"What's so great about yin and yang incarnation? When Lao Tzu also reaches that realm, he will definitely teach you a good lesson about this turtle and that stinky bird. After the tall and thin old man with pointed ears finished speaking, he laughed with the short and fat red-faced old man: "Now we can come out and walk around according to the rules, what can we do?"

These two people, along with the ghost abyss cultivators behind them, seemed to be crazy and unscrupulous, but Zhang Zhao sensed from these two people an aura that was not weaker than that of Long Huaiqing's elders, could such a sloppy person actually be in the realm of Yin and Yang Dacheng?

Anger flashed on the face of the black-clothed old man standing in the air, and a huge turtle and snake two-headed monster faintly appeared behind him. The sharp-eared old man was not afraid: "Do you want to do it?" Yin Xuanwu, if you don't beat me, then you are my grandson." ”

The short and fat red-faced old man leaned back with a smile: "Second Senior Brother, aren't you looking for scolding yourself? In that case, don't you have a turtle grandson?" The sharp-eared old man suddenly made a bitter face when he heard this: "Lao Tzu didn't expect it, forget it, I didn't say what I said just now." ”

Although the black-robed old man he called Yin Xuanwu was amazing, he was actually quite a headache for the rogue behavior of these two people. He snorted heavily in the air, turning into a black light and leaving: "I hope you don't have a reason to let me do it, or ......"

The sharp-eared old man spat in the air without grace: "Oh, you still dare to threaten Lao Tzu? If it weren't for Lao Tzu's fear of suffering, your grandson would still be able to run?" The short and fat old man shouted on the side: "Forget the second senior brother, we adults have a lot, and we don't have the same knowledge as him." The two laughed at each other again, triumphantly leading a group of Ghost Abyss cultivators away.

Zhang Zhao saw that this group of people was really behaving strangely, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Nie, who are these people?" Nie Wanqing heard the phoenix's eyes: "What do you call me?" Zhang Zhao hurriedly laughed and changed his words: "Wanqing, I'm really not used to calling it that." ”

Nie Wanqing was sweet in her heart: "Not everyone in our Nine Shadows has a good temper, like those who are weird and lonely like them, they go to the Ghost Abyss to practice, a long time ago, the Ghost Abyss was a place where the Nine Shadows sinners were imprisoned, since the Ghost Emperor pardoned everyone, now it is no different from our places." ”

"But they always get into trouble, so they are only allowed to come out during this time to change something, and they have to let a few uncles keep an eye on it. Nie Wanqing pointed to the two old men in the lead: "The one with pointed ears is called Hu Buli, and the fat one is called Hong Xiong." Don't look at the weird tempers of the two of them, I heard my father say that their cultivation is almost in the realm of yin and yang transformation. ”

Zhang Zhao was really surprised: "Like them, how can they also cultivate to the great perfection of yin and yang?" Nie Wanqing glanced at him: "You can't judge people by their appearance, the ghost abyss is much more dangerous than the beast rejection earth city and the ghost forest, almost all of them are fierce beasts that are more than a hundred years old, and it is all up to them that the south of the Nine Shadows can settle down." ”

At this time, the crowd of onlookers had dispersed, and the cultivators of the Nine Shadows were busy with everyone. Nie Wanqing pulled Zhang Zhao to help carry it, and now she was in a good mood to greet everyone with a smile, Ye Qinghe Yan Wuxi saw that he deliberately talked loudly: "If I knew this, we should have let Brother Zhang Zhao come back with us when we were in the realm of life and death." ”

"That's right, they all say that this woman is fickle, usually has a straight face to everyone, and speaks as hard as a stone. As a result, as soon as I saw Brother Zhang Zhao, he changed. After listening to their words, Nie Wanqing's face turned red, but she didn't refute.

"What do you hairy boys know?" A Jiuyou woman helped Nie Wanqing return the sentence: "We women are looking for a wishful husband in this life, and we naturally don't hesitate to look down on those men." ”

Nie Wanqing smiled at them proudly: "Aunt Feng is right. Zhang Zhao smirked beside him, and handed Aunt Feng a rice bag, but when Aunt Feng came to pick it up, he was suddenly stunned, and the rice bag in his hand stopped in mid-air when it was halfway through.

The woman named Aunt Feng was in her fifties, and her rough hands were thick with calluses. When she reached over, the sleeve of her shirt had faded up almost to her elbow, revealing a delicate red mark tattooed on her forearm.

It was an inch-sized circular pattern, and it didn't look like a rune or a shape. The reason why Zhang Zhao was shocked was because he still clearly remembered watching his mother's laundry when he was a child, and he also had the same mark on his mother's arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Nie Wanqing saw that Zhang Zhao was behaving differently and gently pushed him behind him, Zhang Zhao came to his senses and hurriedly handed over the rice bag. Aunt Feng took it and said with a smile: "With a good girl like you, he must have been in a daze because he was secretly happy in his heart." ”

Zhang Zhao calmed down and felt that maybe it was a coincidence, and at this time, there was a commotion in the distance, and Nie Wanqing pulled him over to see what was going on.

"Hundreds of years of antelope horned leopard skins, can only be exchanged for these two bags of salt?" Hu Buli's sharp voice came from afar: "There are also these Neidan, which we have taken out from those beasts with great effort, and you can't change anything?"

The group of ghost abyss cultivators gathered in front of a wooden platform and were excited, and Hu Buli was pointing at a few Wuxuan traders opposite: "Last year, a piece of animal skin could be exchanged for three bags of salt, but this year it is less than thirty percent, and Neidan used to be able to exchange some things, but now it is worthless?" What do you mean?"

A few vendors on the other side didn't care what kind of Yin and Yang realm cultivator he was, and one of them, a thin old man who was about the same age as him, raised his voice and shouted, "What are you shouting? No one wants the beads we have exchanged with you all these years, let alone hundreds of years, even thousands of years, what are we going to do with this thing?"

Pointing to the bag of rice and salt on the wooden cart behind him, the thin old man became more and more angry: "Every bag here is carried by us who have traveled thousands of miles, if we don't change more useful things, then why are we working so hard?"

He blushed and pointed at Hu Buli and the others: "If you want to change it, change it, if you don't change it, quickly dodge it, it's cloudy and cold down here, and we'll leave as soon as we finish changing things." A few vendors next to him also shouted: "Do you want to change it?"

Hu Buli was so angry that his sharp ears trembled, and just when Zhang Zhao and the others were worried about him having a seizure, they saw him deflated and said: "Count you ruthless, change." Then several vendors on the opposite side took the hides from their hands and threw dozens of salt bags.

Hu Buli, who dared to speak disrespectfully to Yin Xuanwu, one of the Nine Shadows and Four Elephants, turned around with a face full of grievances: "Damn, I really can't live this day, I thought I could change more things this year, and I burned high incense like last year." ”

Zhang Zhao couldn't help but sigh in his heart, any cultivator in the Yin and Yang Dacheng realm on the Five Xuans would not be in the market to bargain with the rice and salt vendors, not to mention that people would have to swallow their anger after taking advantage.

Hu Buli and Hong Xiong walked past Zhang Zhao with helpless expressions, holding a few beads of different colors in their hands. Zhang Zhao saw that these were much bigger than the inner pills he had taken out from the three-eyed bat king, so he stepped forward and saluted Hu Buli.

"This senior, I am very interested in these Nedan and want to ask you to sell them to me. Hu Buli looked at him and Nie Wanqing and replied angrily: "You Wuxuan boy are trying to please Nie Lao Mo's girl? This thing doesn't even want their guys, what are you buying it for?"

Zhang Zhao just felt that Nedan was not as useless as they said, but he couldn't say what he could do. Hu Buli saw his appearance and thought that what he expected was good, so he snorted coldly and walked past him with Hong Xiong, and walked a few steps but stood still.

"Boy, do you really want this thing?" Seeing Zhang Zhao nodding at him, Hu Buli grabbed a few Neidan from Hong Xiong's hand, pulled a piece of animal skin and wrapped it and threw it over. Zhang Zhao stretched out his hand to catch it, but when he was about to take out the immortal crystal, he shook his head.

"Just now, Nie Yatou said that the south of Jiuyou depends on our ghost abyss to be stable, and what he said is quite good. I think something good is about to happen to you two eyebrows, and these things will be given to you by us. Hu Buli waved his hand and turned to leave, with a little loneliness in his voice: "I guess no one will invite us to drink any wine, except for this thing, we can't afford to give anything else." ”

Zhang Zhao felt sad for no reason holding a bunch of Neidan, although this Hu Buli seemed arrogant, but he didn't bully those ordinary traders, just with this cultivation, there were a few people in the five Xuan.

Seeing that he was standing still, Nie Wanqing leaned over and took a look: "It's enough for you to give me that bead, what else do you want to do with these?" Zhang Zhao came to his senses and smiled: "It's not for you, I have some use for myself." ”

The two came back side by side, and Zhang Zhao asked in a low voice, "When are we going to see your father?" Nie Wanqing's heart was warm: "Not now, my father went to the capital city yesterday, can't you wait?"

Zhang Zhao smiled: "How come, I will wait for as long as I want." The two whispered to each other, and Zhang Zhao suddenly stopped, and he saw a woman next to him rolling up her sleeves and rolling up the animal skin, and there was also a red mark on her arm that was the same as that Aunt Feng.

Facing Nie Wanqing's inquiring gaze, he shook his head to indicate that it was okay, Zhang Zhao looked carefully at the Jiuyou women who were helping to work around him, and sure enough, he saw several more people with the same marks on their arms, these women were not young, and none of them were under the age of thirty.

Zhang Zhao stood down, looked at Nie Wanqing and hesitated for a moment: "Wanqing, can you take me to say a few words to that Aunt Feng, I have something I want to ask clearly." Nie Wanqing saw a serious expression on his face and smiled: "What's wrong, I'll accompany you." ”

Aunt Feng stroked the red mark on her arm and stared at Zhang Zhao: "If your mother also has this thing on her arm, then there will be no mistake." She raised her arms horizontally: "This is a dowry word in ancient seal style, marrying people, your mother, like us, is a wedding dress." ”

Zhang Zhao's eyes widened: "Wedding Dress Gate, my mother is also a cultivator?" Aunt Feng smiled and shook her head: "The Wedding Dress Gate is not a sect, but a place where women who have lost their families in the beast tide and wars live. ”

"We live in the wilderness of the wilderness, and let the surrounding sects bully us wantonly, and we can satisfy our selfish desires by bringing some clothes and rice and food. Aunt Feng's face was faintly sad: "In order to eat and wear, many sisters were taken out by those wicked people and sold to prostitution kilns, and their lives and deaths are unknown." ”

The more Zhang Zhao listened, the more strange it became: "Isn't the wedding dress door you said in Jiuyou?" Aunt Feng looked at Zhang Zhao and shook her head: "Of course not, we are from Wuxuan just like you." ”

(End of chapter)