There is a small side gate near the westernmost city wall of Dangyang City, which is usually used to transport filth in the city, such as gold taels or corpses, which are indispensable to every household.

When Lan Yongzhi found this small door, there happened to be a corpse truck coming out of the city, and there were only two guards guarding the city gate, and they were still two ordinary people with thin looks and tired faces, but when he and Xie Qingning put down the guards and closed the small door, and stepped into a long corridor, they were shocked to find that two teams of people with sharp weapons were waiting for them in a neat line.

This road is lined with walls more than five meters high, and the sunlight cannot penetrate it, making it particularly gloomy and gloomy.

Hundreds of Wu disciples each held a magic weapon, staring at them fiercely, their eyes like snakes, as if they would pounce on them and bite them at any moment.

After Xie Qingning's gaze swept over the sharp weapons that flashed with cold light in the hands of these people, he had to admire the viciousness of the Wu family master in his heart, first closing the city gate to create an illusion, and then leaving this passage to wait for them.

"Kill." Lan Yongzhi sighed helplessly, and pulled out the long sword in his hand, but secretly blamed himself for being too anxious to let the two of them fall into such a dangerous situation.

"In that case, let's fight." Xie Qingning glanced at him, took out the sword he was carrying from the storage bag, and with a slight flick of his wrist, a curtain of white smoke and dust quietly sneaked into the air, and the few Wu disciples closest to them fell silently, frightening hundreds of people behind him to turn pale at the same time, and retreat again and again.

Xie Qingning and Lan Yongzhi glanced at each other, and each other's eyes showed perseverance in the face of death.

"Kill!" The roar was thunderous, and the disciples of the Wu clan let out a deafening shouting sound after a short period of panic, and countless figures were like waves rushing towards Xie Qingning and the others, but they saw her left hand lightly, and a fire dragon suddenly flew out between her fingers, the dragon's groan, piercing noise, and a large flame spit out from the dragon's mouth, instantly enveloping the entire Yongdao.

"Ahh The screams resounded in half of the sky, and the Wu disciples who rushed to the front were directly burned by the flames, and the disciples in the back both turned around and fled, and there were those who drove the talisman light shield to resist the fire waves, and the scene was suddenly bustling and lively, so that the people waiting outside the city wall gathered around one after another, and they all crowded behind the door to watch through the gap.

Xie Qing quietly looked at the embarrassed appearance of the Wu family's disciples, although she didn't want to hurt the innocent, but Wu Fusheng was too coercive and she couldn't be arrested, but it just affected these juniors of the Wu family.

Mo said that the disciples of the Wu family, even Lan Yongzhi, who was walking side by side with her, was stunned by her large-scale killing methods of first poisoning and then spitting fire, and it took a long time to stabilize his mind, and he moved slowly with her pace, but the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble a little.

The blessing of the fire dragon without spiritual power gradually disappeared in mid-air, but the residual temperature in the air was still there, and the remaining Wu disciples lost half of them through these two moves, all of them were trembling and trembling, and their eyes were panicked, seeing that the two of them were approaching step by step, they did not dare to attack but retreated step by step, after all, there were countless burned disciples lying on the ground who cried for their fathers and mothers, and those were their companions and relatives, and the lessons of blood and tears were always more profound and eye-catching than the persuasion of words.

Lan Yongzhi, who gradually calmed down, couldn't help but glance at Xie Qingning, he couldn't imagine that she was only sixteen years old and so bold and spicy, even if he was a man, I am afraid he didn't have such a heart and means, he really had a lot to learn.

Suddenly, a deep shout came out from the crowd opposite, "Kill me!" This order was like a drum before the battle, which instantly inspired the confidence of the Wu family's disciples, and everyone's spirits were shocked, and they could no longer care about being frightened and rushed towards the two.

The sword light and sword shadow were dazzling, and the sonorous sound was shocking, and I saw the figures in the narrow corridor flying, shouting and killing, and blood splashing, and soon flowed into a puddle of river water on the ground, which looked shocking.

On the square in the center of Yangcheng, the crowd of onlookers is still crowded, and the alleys are empty, but when you look carefully, you find that everyone is listless, and they are in high spirits, and in the whispers from time to time, they are all extremely regretful and disappointed that yesterday's champion has not yet appeared.

On the high stands, the sixth prince looked up at the sun that had been sprinkled all over the earth, remembering Xie Qingning, who had already set off from the other courtyard, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Wu Boshan who was sitting next to him for a long time, and asked lightly, "According to the rules, if the lord does not appear for more than half an hour, it is equivalent to automatically giving up his qualifications?" ”

"If you go back to the Sixth Prince, it's indeed this rule." Wu Boshan was bowing his head and sipping tea, and hurriedly replied with a smile when he heard the words, although his expression was flattering, his eyes showed a little disapproving pride.

The sixth prince raised his eyebrows, leaned back, and tore off a lychee on the table next to him, his slender white fingers casually peeled off the skin, and slowly sent the flesh to his lips.

At this moment, the atmosphere around the square suddenly became enthusiastic, and the cheers and applause shook for hundreds of miles, causing everyone in the stands to watch.

At the end of the road, at the edge of the square, a young man in ink clothes was holding a long sword in his hand and slowly moving forward, only to see that he was covered with scars, his cheeks and neck were stained with dazzling blood, but his expression was waveless, his eyes were firm, as if the torn flesh and wobble pieces of clothes were not on him, and he didn't feel any pain.

As he passed through the audience, the strong smell of blood filled the tips of everyone's noses, causing silence all around.

No one spoke, but they all looked at him with pity, until he walked in front of the ring, jumped lightly, the posture was wonderful, light as the wind, and thunderous applause and cheers sounded in all directions, mixed with a few whistles, the atmosphere was extraordinarily warm, as if this was not a competition to recruit sons-in-law, but a world-famous immortal competition, they greeted not the future son-in-law of the Wu family, but the strongest monks and heroes in the entire Southern Continent!

Xie Qingning stood in the ring, looking at Wu Boshan sitting on the high platform with his awe-inspiring eyes, his eyes were full of strength and unyielding.

From the corner of her eye, it was not difficult to see a light smile on the face of the sixth prince, and the originally somewhat tight sitting posture was also a little looser, and he continued to peel the fruit and enjoy it leisurely.

Compared with his comfort, Wu Boshan next to him had a solemn face and a stiff body, and he hurriedly got up and left the stands after a while, presumably rushing back to the house to report to the head of the family.

Xie Qingning's gaze kept chasing his figure until it was completely out of sight before slowly retracting, she put away her long sword, combed her slightly messy hair and clothes, and then stood with her hands in her hands, quietly waiting for the next challenger to come to the stage.