Even though the gray-clothed deacon kept provoking him, Qin Liang still remained calm.

The gray-clothed deacon shouted loudly, but he didn't dare to approach Qin Liang. He still has a little self-knowledge, and he knows that he is not Qin Liang's opponent.

But if Qin Liang attacked him in this place, he would inevitably be stopped by the archdeacon, and when the time came, as soon as the archdeacon made a move, this guy who was shrouded in black robes was not a dead end.

"Heh, a street in Songlan Ghost Market, ask who is the master!"

The gray-clothed deacon thought triumphantly.

Qin Liang reached into his arms and groped for a while, took out a black iron card, shook it in front of him, and said, "Are you sure you want to cut off one of my arms?"

“...... Huh?!"

Seeing the black iron card in Qin Liang's hand, the two gray-clothed deacons took a deep breath. Especially the one who spoke provocatively and spoke in an arrogant tone, his mouth was so big that he could stuff two fists at this time.

"Black Iron Medal!"

The crowd of onlookers around also let out a soft shout. He even quietly moved his steps back.

Black iron cards, a total of seven pieces. Held by the giants who control the ghost city behind the scenes.

As we all know, the city lord of Songlan City has a piece, the Zhenxi General's Mansion has a piece, and the Great Witch Dragon Scale in the depths of the Great Wilderness of Western Xinjiang also has a piece, which is also the reason why the Xiban can enter the ghost market to trade with it, and some people speculate that there are also strong people in the demon clan who have this order, so the demon clan can enter this place.

Except for the three black iron cards that determine the whereabouts, the other four tokens are in whose hands outsiders do not know. But from the identity of the owners of these tokens, it is speculated that they must be powerful figures in the Immortal Dynasty or a certain party in Western Xinjiang.

In other words, the people who can take out a black iron card on their bodies are not something they can provoke.

In fact, the black iron plate that Qin Liang carried with him was not from the General's Mansion, but from the Qingshan Sect, but now, this black iron plate already belonged to him.

When Aunt Qin entered the General's Mansion, his old father didn't give him anything good, so he casually stuffed this black iron plate into his arms.

The income of the 1,000 or hundreds of spirit money that the ghost market shares every year is only a drop in the bucket for the Qingshan Sect, but for Qin Liang alone, even if he doesn't have the General's Mansion, he can still live a comfortable life as a prince and a prince.

It was precisely when he found this black iron card that Qin Liang wanted to come to a place like the ghost market, otherwise, with his current strength to cultivate, wouldn't it be good to live well, how could it be such a place where there are such monks.

“...... Misunderstandings, all misunderstandings!"

The gray-clothed deacon who made a provocation to Qin Liang was in a big mess at this time, and he didn't dare to speak, while his companion hurriedly played a round.

The big guy with the black iron card can strangle these little characters to death with one sentence, and his companion is ashamed to say that he has broken someone's arm, which is really ...... Bring about one's own destruction.

Thinking of this, he was also full of regret in his heart. If he knew that this companion was so unreliable, he would not have partnered with him, and now that he has been implicated, he still doesn't know what to eat.

"Uh, you must be impersonating!"

And at this time, the gray-clothed deacon, who had always been disrespectful, gritted his teeth and pointed the blade a little forward, pointing at Qin Liang: "You Western barbarian, you dare to imitate the black iron card, you are really innocent......

It's just that before he finished speaking, he was covered by his companion who was about to play the round.

"Wu Lao Er, I beg you to accept the supernatural powers!"

There was despair in his companion's voice.

What kind of brain is this Wu Lao Er, who dares to imitate such a thing as a black iron brand in the entire Western Xinjiang? Even if it is imitated, do you dare to use it in this place to show off in the market? Is it really that those town guards in the ghost city can't lift their knives?

"If you want to die, don't drag me into the water!"

The companion whispered in Wu Laoer's ear.

Qin Liang listened to the gray-clothed deacon's words and calmly did not speak.

He could tell that the gray-clad deacon was ostensibly holding his companion, but in fact he was speaking to him.

The meaning of the words is naturally that this matter has nothing to do with him, it is all Wu Lao Er who is causing trouble, so let Qin Liang not blame him.

"Yo, which giant is this?"

At this moment, a hoarse voice came from not far from the street.

"Archdeacon!"

Hearing this voice, Wu Lao Er was amnestied, and hurriedly said: "There are people here holding black iron cards, and I don't know if it's true or not, bullying and dominating the market......

"Dog thing!"

Before Wu Lao'er finished speaking, the whole person rose into the air, and was grabbed by the neck by the archdeacon with one hand, snapping twice, both cheeks suddenly swelled, and countless teeth fell out.

"It's really dirty Lao Tzu's hands!" the archdeacon threw it casually, and threw Wu Lao Er on the side of the road like a dead dog.

Wu Lao Er landed and rolled several times before stopping, just humming and not daring to move.

Qin Liang stared intently at the archdeacon who was walking towards him.

"Good fellows. ”

Even though it was a divine gaze, he still felt that the other party was like a sharp knife, and just gazing could make the divine soul feel pressure.

Seven-grade martial arts cultivator, swordsman.

Qin Liang saw the half-rusted machete hanging diagonally from the other party's waist.

"Tell me about yourself...... Father...... Hmm, the contemptible tyrant sword king four, the big and small chores on this street are all under my control. ”

"Black robe. ”

Qin Liang naturally would not report his name. He covered himself up like this, most of it because his soul was traveling, and half of it was because he was hiding his identity.

“...... Look up for a long time. ”

"You're welcome. ”

The two had a very unnutritious conversation.

"I don't know the black iron card in the driver's hand......"

Wang Si scratched his head, although he didn't believe that anyone would forge the black iron card, he still wanted to take a look.

Otherwise, wouldn't Wu Lao Er be beaten in vain?

"It was given by the family. ”

Qin Liang said lightly, and casually threw the black iron card over.

“...... Hmm!"

Wang Si picked up the black iron card and looked at it twice. In fact, he can't understand the truth at all, he is only the head of the security guard of the ghost market at best, and he is not qualified to contact the seven giants behind the scenes of the ghost market.

But as a seventh-grade martial arts cultivator, and he has been rolling in a place like the ghost market for many years, he still has a little bit of eyes.

The black iron card is made of dark iron, mixed with pure gold, delicate and heavy, and after weighing it in his hand, Wang Si knew that the black iron card was real.

And Qin Liang's fluttering words also made Wang Si a little vigilant in his heart.

This black robe, behind him stood a certain giant in the ghost market, and the aura of a qi practitioner on Qin Liang's body was also very majestic and calm, with a great heroic spirit.

So Wang Si no longer had any doubts in his heart. As a part-time worker, how dare he go against the company's shareholders, not to mention that he heard the dispute from afar, and he knew exactly what happened to the conflict.

Since his side is not reasonable, it is naturally better to settle the matter. Wang Si usually seems rude, but in fact, his personality is extremely delicate.

"Mr. Black Robe, this matter is Wu Laoer's fault, how do you think it should be handled?"

Wang Si asked.

"There's no rush for this, let's deal with their affairs first. ”

Qin Liang asked the young man lightly: "Little guy, what's the matter?"