The blade of the fighting ghost was about three inches away from the barrel of the little fat man's gun.

The cold sweat on both sides of the little fat man's forehead overflowed more, and he clearly felt a bad aura sweeping the world.

The sword pressed down, and there was no suspense.

The little fat man's spear was broken, and the little fat man's whole person was divided into two halves by a sword, and the ground was full of blood.

Of the seven old brothers of Demoiselle Weng, there are still three left, and four of them died under the Yuan Zheng Fighting Ghost.

At this point, Demoiselle realized that something was not right, and according to the information they had obtained, Yuan Zheng did not have any kendo cultivation and no weapons.

Even the broken soul was given to Liu Qingshi.

Even if the concubine of King Wu left Hanzhou and practiced kendo for a period of time, he would not be so sharp.

Lisa Weng subconsciously thought that the concubine of the Martial King was hiding more deeply than everyone imagined.

On the other side, the axes are symphonic, the forks are dancing, and the smoke and clouds are not afraid, and with the current strength of the handle, it is more than enough to face the three assassins of the Dao realm.

Yuan Zheng held the fighting ghost in his hand, came behind Demoiselle Weng, and sneered: "Things are not as you think, I still have two sword swordsmen, their strength should be above me, and they haven't made a move yet, no matter how you look at it, you will definitely die." ”

Turning around, there was no longer the leisure and elegance of fishing near the river.

Calmly asked, "What's the name of this sword?"

Yuan Zhengying said: "Fighting ghosts, it is a sword without a scabbard, and it was also given to me by Qi Guanzhou. ”

Demoiselle snorted, and in an instant, a palm pressed majestically.

A palm print that covers the sky and the sun, crushes down, the palm print is shining with golden light, roaring and rolling, and the dragon elephant can be easily crushed.

Yuan Zheng stabbed out with a sword, simple and direct, killing the sword, with a bit of the meaning of a born sword, like the sharpest spear in the world, piercing a copper wall and iron wall.

Rumble!

The golden spark shattered a drop, and the deafening roar came to an abrupt end.

The huge palm print can't resist the edge of the fighting ghost.

Demoiselle Weng was furious, and another palm pressed down.

This time, Yuan Zheng took out a sword, and used the longitudinal sword technique, straight and condensed, and the indomitable sword intent, with a violent dragon groan, brazenly pierced the golden palm print.

The sword intent has not disappeared, and it is still like an arrow from the string shooting towards Demoiselle.

Lisa Weng was shocked and angry in his heart, his realm was at the peak of the Dao Realm, and he was no match for a junior in the early stage of the Dao Realm.

Burst!

The sword intent was like an arrow, piercing the palm of Demoiselle Weng, and after penetrating the palm, the sword intent did not disappear, and the momentum penetrated Demoiselle's shoulder, bringing up a large piece of blood.

Yuan Zheng took an arrow step, like a ghost, and the white sword body exuded a dazzling cold light.

After getting close, there was a horizontal sword intent, which rolled up a large piece of flesh and blood on Demoiselle's stomach, and the blood water also rubbed out a large area of electric flint.

Demoiselle Weng was defeated and retreated, and in terms of momentum, he completely lost the upper hand.

Yuan Zheng was not in a hurry, he didn't expect that the fighting ghost was sharper than he imagined, and he could easily break through the gang qi and easily tear through the enemy's defenses.

Just a simple sword pressure is estimated to be able to divide ordinary demon beasts into countless fragments.

"I don't care who you are, you and I have no grievances, it's just that our positions are different. Yuan Zheng said indifferently.

At the same time, the other three old brothers were torn apart by the clouds of smoke in the sky and thrown towards the Nu River.

It was still a straight sword stabbing out, without any fancy embellishment.

After all, he couldn't withstand the pressure of the domineering and sharp sword of the fighting ghost, and his abdomen was pierced with a fist-sized, transparent blood hole in front and back.

Then, he knelt down in front of Yuan Zheng.

Yuan Zheng waved his hand slightly, and a wisp of wind swept across Demoiselle's face, and the hat fell down the Jiuzhen River, and the mask was torn apart.

What appeared was a vicissitudes of life face about fifty years old, with a bald head and a ring scar on the top of the head.

Immediately, he kicked the corpse of Lisa Weng down the Jiuzhen River, and took advantage of the situation, and also released the black sturgeon weighing more than 30 catties he caught into the river.

Watching the battle, peppercorns and fennel, driving the five-colored deer began to cross the bridge.

Yuan Zheng said: "That person should be a warrior monk from Dichan Temple, Dichan Temple is in Jiangnan, this time I finally figured out where they came from." ”

Hua Jiao said: "Fighting ghosts is a fierce sword, which can also make the master's heart vicious and vicious, and your murderous spirit is rising." ”

Yuan Zheng's heart tightened, and he subconsciously ran Canghai Liuhe, calming down the anger in his heart.

glanced at the fighting ghost in his hand and said, "In this way, I really need a scabbard." ”

Fennel said: "No need, the longer you are entangled with the fighting ghosts, the more you can keep your sword heart thorough and your thoughts clear, provided that you have the upper hand." ”

Yuan Zheng rode thousands of miles of smoke and clouds, and smiled lightly: "Got it." ”

Jiangnan is a good place, there are birds and flowers, there are lofty mountains, there are scholars, here since ancient times there are literati and scholars.

Many famous writers are almost all from Jiangnan.

The food in Jiangnan is quite appetizing, and it is solid and cultivated.

Yuan Zheng has never been to Jiangnan, and the Jiangnan he imagined should be a woman in Jiangnan.

has long black hair, a thin waist that Yingying holds, snow-white skin, a delicate and graceful face, and a girl's heart that can't stand teasing.

And here, there is also the Jiangnan Xie family.

The Xie family is the premier family in Jiangnan, and the one who was beaten by Yuan Zheng and thrown into the pigsty is the great-grandson of the contemporary head of the family, Xie Qingshan, Xie Hua.

I heard that this person has been quite talented in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since he was a child, and he can pick up a pen and paint from the age of three.

At the age of five, he could play Guangling music, and at the age of eight, he was already a weak adult in the game.

At the age of twelve, his literary brilliance was flying and he was famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

A person's demeanor is not so much famous in the entire Great Wei as it is not as good as the quality that is famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

The so-called hometown of literati is not just talking.

Xie Hua is the dream lover of many ignorant girls in Jiangnan, who can be called a stranger like jade, and his son is unparalleled in the world.

An origami fan, a Tsing Yi, a handsome and elegant face, a generous way to behave in the world, during the imperial examination, even in the three yuan, became the top of the list.

Even Liu Cangyue, the loyal king who has always been high-spirited, came to catch his son-in-law with an ancient trick, and it just so happened that Liu Qingshi had also heard of Xie Hua's reputation.

All things are particularly in line with the storyteller's mouth, the right person, the talented woman, and the natural couple.

As a result, Yuan Zheng picked peaches from the way, beat Xie Hua violently, and threw him into the pigsty.

Yuan Zheng didn't know much about that champion, but after coming to Jiangnan, he knew how famous that person was after encountering the hazy smoke and rain here.

Jiangnan has the talent of Qilin, and the Xie family has a young lin.

Xie Hua's status in Jiangnan can be compared with Yuan Qing's status in Hanzhou.

Qingxiang Town is a typical Jiangnan town, quiet and elegant, even in the middle of the city, and rarely hear the noise.

When Yuan Zheng drove thousands of miles of smoke and clouds to this town, he startled many passers-by, but fortunately, the five-colored deer ridden by pepper and fennel had a somewhat soft aura, so as not to scare people to death.

The people here are very gentle, they don't walk very fast, they speak slowly and methodically, even if they quarrel and fight, they also look a little like a woman.

However, the land south of the Yangtze River is a place where literati are the majority, and the local county guards, county orders, etc., seem to be loosely disciplined, but in fact they are inextricably linked with the major families.

On the third day when Yuan Zheng came to Qingxiang Town, he realized that all southerners, whether good or bad, regardless of their identity background, had a huge family behind them.

Some families are strong, others are weak.

Those who have no family protection, such as lonely ghosts.

There is also a particular one, but all the wanderers who return from going out, after going back, must go to the ancestral hall first, and then go home.

This is very different from the north, but the girls here seem to be much gentler than the northern girls.

Yuan Zheng lives in Longdian Restaurant, the only big restaurant in Qingxiang Town, and the shopkeeper is a middle-aged man who is not tall and has a bit of bookishness.

In the courtyard behind the restaurant, there is a small garden building, with gray-white walls, and a strong earthy fragrance in the air.

Carrying the handle and playing with the two five-colored deer in the yard, Yuan Zhengze sat on the chair in the pavilion and said lukewarmly: "When I arrived in Jiangnan, the Xie family should also know, many people know about it." ”

"Why hasn't anyone come to assassinate me yet?"

Sichuan pepper and fennel stood behind Yuan Zheng, serving carefully.

I originally wanted to go directly to the prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River to see, but after thinking about it, it was better to explore the way in this Qingxiang Town.