Ling Zheng, who had only completed a bet on choosing a difference the night before, in the afternoon, after Ning Qianhe left, he actually went to the place of choosing a difference again, and even he felt that he was very close to the word "choice".

This place is different from the one Ling Zheng went to last night, the scale is much larger, and there are a lot more people. Coincidentally, after Ling Zheng inquired carefully with Xiang Xuefeng, he learned that behind this place was the Biyou Sword Sect that had been "provoked" by Ling Zheng three times and twice.

After learning that this place was owned by the Biyou Sword Sect, Ling Zheng originally wanted to turn around and leave, saving himself trouble, but after thinking about it carefully, he finally chose to continue to go deeper to see if he could find the woman wearing the ghost bead hairpin.

This is an opportunity to make the Phantom Mirror more complete, and it is also an opportunity to make yourself stronger, once you miss it, the ghost will know which year and month it will meet again, so Ling Zheng doesn't want to give up like this.

Compared to Ling Zheng's lack of interest in choosing differences, Xiang Xuefeng was extremely excited, his eyes lit up along the way, and he let out one or two exclamations from time to time, if it weren't for the fact that many people here knew that he was one of the five young masters in the cultivation realm today, it was estimated that he would be labeled as a "dirt bun" immediately, and then he would be "invited" out of here.

The road was unimpeded, but from the unkind gaze of the Biyou Sword Sect cultivators who maintained order around him, Ling Zheng knew very well in his heart that he was not welcome here, so he did not shout in shame like Xiang Xuefeng.

However, Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng went back and forth in a long circle on the square opened by Biyou Jian, and they didn't find the woman wearing the ghost bead hairpin at all.

Moreover, because the spatial context of the chosen place was different from the outside world, after entering here, the Phantom Magic Mirror, which was still trembling, instantly fell into a state of silence, which made Ling Zheng have a headache.

"Don't be discouraged, this place is very big, even if we can't find it outside, we can go deeper, anyway, there are ten squares like this, we look for them one by one, even if we can't find the beauty, it's good to open our eyes." Xiang Xuefeng pouted on the side.

This place of the Biyou Sword Sect is much larger than the one that Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng went to last night, and in general, it is divided into ten ranks. Like the outermost square, it is the lowest, and the deeper you go, the higher the standard of selection. And those who dare to go to that kind of place to choose a difference are all characters with identity and background.

Ling Zheng thought about it, since they were all here, he didn't care about walking in again. Anyway, there are rules in this Dengxian City, if the people of the Biyou Sword Sect want to take revenge on themselves, they have to let the younger generation of cultivators come out. And it has to be agreed by both parties. If you look at it this way, as long as you don't go too far out of line, there is no danger.

Thinking of this, Ling Zheng nodded and said, "Then go inside, but I said in advance, I won't choose anything different today." ”

Turning his face, he saw that Xiang Xuefeng had already walked in front, leaving Ling Zheng far behind.

Ling Zheng had a headache, feeling that it was really a mistake to come out with this guy, so he took a few steps to follow.

The Biyou Sword Sect chose several squares in the depths of the place, and the specifications were no different from the outermost one, but the further they went, the smaller the space crack on the square became, although it looked the same, but the aura of different space released from its interior was extremely strong.

Obviously, the probability of choosing something good in this kind of spatial crack is relatively large, but the price paid for choosing is also very high.

Along the way, Ling Zheng ignored Xiang Xuefeng's prodding him to try his luck, but carefully looked for the woman wearing the ghost bead hairpin that Xiang Xuefeng said.

However, I searched for nine squares in a row, but I couldn't find them.

Seeing that there was only one left, that is, this square with the highest standard for choosing different places, Ling Zheng estimated that the woman was here, so he ignored the few Biyou Sword Sect cultivators around him who had been secretly staring at him, and dragged Xiang Xuefeng in.

In the depths of this last square, there are only more than 20 spatial cracks of so large and small, and the shapes are all strange, some of them release a very strong aura of different spaces, while others are the same as the first square outside, the aura is very weak.

Of course, next to each of these spatial cracks, there is a jade tablet, marking the price of the spatial crack. Ling Zheng just glanced at it. I was shocked when I found that one of the most inconspicuous-looking spatial cracks, the price of which turned out to be 300,000 pieces of fifth-grade spirit jade.

Judging from the incomparably quiet reaction of the attributeless spirit veins in the body, there should be nothing in it. But is it such an empty space crack that actually marked a sky-high price?

Lingyu is a hard currency in the cultivation world, and it has always been the currency used in transactions between cultivators. However, between the grades, it is not like the average cultivator knows, from the first grade to the tenth grade, each grade is increased by a hundredfold.

It can be said that the spirit jade of the first to fifth grade is the most common in the cultivation world. And once it exceeds the fifth grade, that is, the spirit jade above the sixth grade, it becomes very rare. According to the division of cultivators, the three grades from the sixth grade to the eighth grade can be called the treasure spirit jade, while the ninth and tenth grade spirit jade, which rarely appears on the mainland, are called divine products.

Therefore, when the mainland cultivation realm sells items, the pricing standard is generally the highest in the fifth-grade spirit jade, and those who dare to price the fifth-grade spirit jade are either rare treasures, or the seller has a problem with his brain.

There are not many people in this square, because the standard of choosing a difference here is too high, and because of the matter of choosing a difference, it is a matter of luck for many people, and there are not a few cultivators who lose their wealth every year because of bad luck.

But the strange thing is that in this deepest square, there is no beauty wearing a ghost bead hairpin.

Although Xiang Xuefeng's brain sometimes cramps, he was so nervous when he saw Ling Zheng before, it was impossible for him to lie about this kind of thing. Now it seems that there should be only one possibility, that is, when Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng were looking for her, the woman missed the two of them very coincidentally and had already left here.

Thinking of this, Ling Zheng sighed, and was about to leave this Biyou Sword Sect's choice. Because in this deepest square, there were at least a hundred or so Biyou Sword Sect cultivators who looked fierce, and they looked at Ling Zheng very unkindly, and they had obviously recognized Ling Zheng's identity.

But Xiang Xuefeng is like taking root under his feet, no matter how Ling Zheng drags it, he doesn't move a step, but spits on the stars and flies around to pick up Ling Zheng's choice, and he doesn't know that he thinks he is invited by the Biyou Sword Sect in a different place.

Ling Zheng secretly scolded this guy for having cramps in his brain again, how much net worth did he have now? How could he have spare money to choose a difference in this place where there were often hundreds of thousands of fifth-grade spirit jade?

He just wanted to transmit the sound to Xiang Xuefeng, but suddenly noticed a cold gaze, and after turning around reflexively, he was facing Chen Jingfeng and Bai Ling who were walking towards him.

Ling Zheng instantly felt a headache, if the heart Taoist person was unlucky, drinking cold water and stuffing his teeth, he was really afraid of something. Ning Qianhe also told him earlier that he should have less contact with Bai Xuan, her brother Bai Ling and others, but he didn't expect to bump into Ning Qianhe again not long after they were separated.

Bai Ling had a good impression of Ling Zheng, and took the initiative to show a sunny smile to Ling Zheng, and Ling Zheng returned the salute very politely. And after Xiang Xuefeng saw Bai Ling, his eyes that were originally shining suddenly narrowed, and the whole person instantly became like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, and the momentum was compelling.

"Hey, do you know those two people?" Ling Zheng asked.

Xiang Xuefeng gritted his teeth: "Damn, of course I know, eight years ago, Lao Tzu was almost slaughtered by these two people in a ravine." ”

Ling Zheng couldn't have imagined that there was still such a festival between Xiang Xuefeng and Chen Jingfeng and Bai Ling, and he was about to open his mouth to dissuade him, but he noticed Chen Jingfeng's gaze that was even worse than that of the Biyou Sword Sect cultivators, and he suddenly felt that he could not protect himself, so he didn't speak.

The four of them looked at each other like this for a while, and Bai Xuan's brother Bai Ling spoke first and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, Ling Zheng, I also told Jingfeng earlier that I would take the time to find you for a drink, but I didn't expect to meet you before I finished speaking." ”

What a fucking coincidence!

Ling Zheng scolded his mother in his heart, but there was a smile on his face that was very pleasing to the eye that anyone who saw it.

"Haha, it turned out to be the second brother, it's a coincidence. Ling Zheng could only rush upward, ignoring Chen Jingfeng, who was like a dead man, looking at himself like a dead man, and said with a smile: "Since it's drinking, I know that there is a good place in this city, and one of my eldest brothers is also there, let's have a drink together?"

Xiang Xuefeng said in his heart that Ling Zheng is really smart, this is clearly wanting to move Ning Qianhe out. But seeing that Ling Zheng and Bai Ling were chatting, Xiang Xuefeng didn't need to move, because he knew that he was different from eight years ago, and Bai Ling and Chen Jingfeng would definitely not go around in place. He and the two of them are facing each other, and I am afraid that there is still no chance of winning.

Bai Ling also saw Ling Zheng's intentions, the smile on his face was even brighter, and he quietly glanced at Ling Zheng, and said, "Oh, Ling Zheng, who is that eldest brother of yours, it seems that you appreciate him very much." ”

Ling Zheng saw Bai Ling's eyes on him, and understood that the other party might be helping him, so he began to talk nonsense, wanting to use the people he knew to shock Chen Jingfeng, who was not kind to him: "My eldest brother's name is Ning Qianhe, and he is a scholar. Also, I made an appointment with two old people to meet in this Dengxian City, maybe they have arrived now. ”

After Bai Ling heard the words "Ning Qianhe", a gleam flashed in his eyes, but Chen Jingfeng's face changed, as if he remembered something very unpleasant.

After that, Bai Ling continued to ask: "There are two other seniors? Haha, Ling Zheng, you really know a lot of people, I don't know who the surnames of those two seniors are, maybe I know each other with Shocking Wind." ”

"Oh, one is called Yun Tianyuan, and the other calls himself a sword soldier Taoist. Ling Zheng smiled: "Those two old guys are very abnormal. ”

Bai Ling was instantly stunned in place, and Chen Jingfeng, who had not spoken for a long time, was stunned at first after listening to Ling Zheng's words, and then his eyes turned cold, and he said coldly: "Dare to insult my ancestor, you will die!"

Chen Jingfeng said, the dead air escaping from his eyebrows was like an electric shock, and it was very terrifying to look at.

Ling Zheng was also a little stunned.

Needless to say, Yun Tianyuan, the ancestor of Chen Jingfeng, that old man and Chen Jingfeng's surname did not match. From this point of view, Chen Jingfeng's ancestor turned out to be the swordsman who was in the cave near Qixiao Mountain, like a chatterbox?

Seeing that Chen Jingfeng was about to make a move, Xiang Xuefeng saw that he dodged in front of Ling Zheng, stretched out his hand and pressed the back of his neck, and in an instant, the surrounding sword qi was swirling.

At this tense moment, a crisp and pleasant voice suddenly sounded:

"Uncle?!Why are you here?"

After Ling Zheng heard this voice, his body reflexively turned, and he saw a tall, pure and beautiful woman in black looking at him with a look of surprise.

On her head, a hairpin with a ghost bead pinned to it.

And behind the woman in black, Ning Qianhe, who was carrying a wine gourd, was looking over here with a smile, with a thousand meanings in his eyes.