The Qingyunmen disciples led by Song Xing suddenly appeared in Dawang Village, which immediately caused a commotion between the two sides.

The originally breezy expression on Qin Wuyan's face became even more gloomy.

The rest of the people in the Demon Sect may have recognized Qingyunmen's clothes, but he recognized Song Xing's face first.

Ten years ago, the four major sects of the Demon Sect attacked Qingyunmen and suffered heavy casualties, but only the Poison God of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect died in the hands of Song Xing, a junior, and his fame came to naught, becoming a stepping stone for Song Xing to become famous.

After the death of the Poison God, he lost his suppression, and the Ten Thousand Poison Sect almost fell apart, Qin Wuyan, as the most favored disciple of the Poison God during his lifetime, was even more targeted by the senior brothers for the position of the master of the sect.

In the end, it was an elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate who came out of the mountain to suppress the internal strife of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

So in the past ten years, whenever Qingyunmen is mentioned, it is a shame that cannot be erased by the Ten Thousand Poison Gate.

Although Song Xing hadn't come down the mountain for ten years, his appearance had already been investigated by the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and Qin Wuyan was able to recognize him at the first time.

However, he looked at the ghost Li not far away, and the corners of his eyes showed a little coldness, but he didn't rush over directly to attack.

There was silence all around, and Zhou Zhou Xian suddenly felt a buzzing in his head, dizzy, and even his breathing involuntarily became a little nervous.

He secretly looked around, and after a while, he found that many people who seemed to have nothing to do with this place were either listening or peeking, and some of them simply looked at this place directly, and they even held the magic weapon in their hands, and they were quite ready to let go and kill at any time.

The already tense situation became even more tense because of the arrival of Song Xing and his party.

In the past ten years, the power of the Demon Sect has flourished, and the younger generation has also produced many young talents, among which the most outstanding three people, those who have good deeds will be called the "Three Sons", namely: Qin Wuyan, the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, is called the "Poison Son"; The ghost king is called the "blood son"; The remaining one is the golden bottle of the Hehuan faction, known as "Miao Gongzi".

Among the four major factions of the Demon Sect, there is only the younger generation of the Immortal Hall, and no one is on the list, and there is no successor.

Over the years, these three young people can be said to be calling for wind and rain in the Demon Sect, and they have already held the power of their own sect at a young age, and everywhere they go, there is a bloody storm from time to time, and a bloody battle is inevitable, but they have never met each other.

Therefore, someone once said that when the three of them finally face each other, I am afraid that it will be the beginning of the real battle between the four major factions of the Demon Sect.

No one thought that this Western Strange Treasure incident would lead the poisonous prince and the blood prince to meet in this small Dawang Village.

What's even more suffocating is that at the same time, there is also Song Xing, who has been recognized as the first person by the younger generation of the righteous path.

The atmosphere in the field was extremely quiet and tense, and the people around him who were weaker only felt that they were about to lose their breath, and they wanted to sneak away, but they didn't dare to make a move at the moment.

Song Xing and the others walked into the street and were slightly stunned when they saw the strange scene in the street, but they quickly analyzed the situation at the moment.

Especially when many people behind him saw the ghost, they faintly exclaimed.

His appearance is still the same as it was back then, there is no change, the appearance between his eyebrows is vivid, but the disciples of Qingyunmen know that he is no longer the same disciple of the year.

Only Lu Xueqi behind Song Xing looked at the ghostly gaze, as gentle as he was in the Ten Thousand Bat Ancient Caves.

Song Xing turned his gaze to Zhou Zhou Xian's fortune telling stall, and stepped out, and the person had already come to Zhou Zhou Xian from the end of the street.

Zhou Xian seemed to be taken aback, and Qin Wuyan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingers were about to pop out uncontrollably, but he was suppressed by him with extremely strong willpower.

Song Xing looked up at Zhou Xian, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, old-timer, the demeanor is the same as before." ”

Zhou Xianqiang smiled and said, "Where, it's just a mouthful of food." ”

Song Xing looked at the words on the stall again, picked up a pen and wrote a Song character on the paper, and asked Xiaohuan: "Measure the word?" Can you give me a test too? ”

Xiaohuan first glanced at Zhou Xian, and then asked, "What does the guest officer want to test?" Fortune, future, or marriage? ”

Song Xing thought for a while and said, "Then test and see if there are immortals in this world." ”

Xiaohuan and Zhou Zhou Xian's faces changed at the same time, and Xiaohuan said: "Don't embarrass me, the fairy god said, the most ethereal, how can a small hexagram be calculated." ”

Song Xing glanced at Zhou Xian meaningfully, and then said with a smile: "Then measure the future of my trip, right?" ”

Xiaohuan looked at the Song character on the table and said: "The Song character is the treasure cover, and the family agrees, indicating that the guest officer's trip is for the master's door, and the Song character is a wooden character under it, and the wood is different from the herb. However, there is a horizontal on the wood, which is equivalent to the beam of the house, which plays a vital role. ”

Song Xing knew that Xiaohuan's physiognomy was quite true to Qingyunzi's physiognomy back then, so he smiled and thanked him when he heard the words, and took out ten taels of silver as hexagram gold.

Then he turned to look at Qin Wuyan next to him, "People from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect? ”

Qin Wuyan said without humility or arrogance: "Exactly." ”

Song Xing said lightly: "The people in the Demon Sect are also interested in foreign treasures? ”

Qin Wuyan said coldly: "Heaven and earth are treasures, and those who are destined to get them." ”

Song Xing said directly: "Since I am here from Qingyunmen, the treasure will have nothing to do with you." ”

Qin Wuyan was furious and said, "There are only dozens of people in Qingyun Sect, do you really think that you are a Taoist?" ”

Song Xing stopped talking, and between the turns of his mind, the void trembled slightly, and in the next second, Qin Wuyan's complexion changed greatly, and his body suddenly retreated dozens of feet like lightning, and retreated to the other side of the street as fast as lightning.

At first glance, it looks extremely embarrassing.

Then he saw countless sword marks appear in the void in front of Song Xing, and in an instant, dozens of Demon Sect disciples who were originally standing on both sides of Qin Wuyan's back were directly torn apart.

Whether it is the right demon present, the face has changed!

Because no one could see how Song Xing made a move.

Without raising his shoulders and not moving his feet, he killed dozens of people from the Demon Sect, this strange and unpredictable method is simply incredible.

"The response was good." Seeing that Qin Wuyan avoided it, Song Xing nodded indifferently and said to him: "I have to see the old man today, I'm in a good mood, spare your life, get out!" ”

Qin Wuyan's chest rose and fell a few times, his face became even paler, his eyes swept over the ghost standing in the middle of the street, he didn't even say anything cruel, and disappeared directly into the shadows behind him.

As he left, more than two dozen people in the Demon Cult crowd immediately left in the direction he had disappeared.

The street, which had been overcrowded, was suddenly empty.

Song Xing ignored the departing people, and his footsteps turned and he was already walking in the direction of the ghost.

"Senior Brother Song." There was a low shout among the disciples of Qingyunmen, and some people who recognized Zhang Xiaofan's identity subconsciously wanted to remind Song Xing.

After all, today's Zhang Xiaofan is no longer the disciple of Dazhufeng back then, but the deputy sect master of the famous Ghost King Sect, and even they, the disciples of Qingyunmen, have heard of his name.

Song Xing didn't seem to hear it, so he walked straight to the distance in front of Ghost Li one step away, so close that it seemed that as long as Ghost Li raised his hand, the magic weapon in his hand could pierce Song Xing's chest.

Looking at the face that seemed to be back then, but with a little more vicissitudes, Song Xing nodded with a smile: "Yes, I have grown taller and stronger." ”

(End of chapter)