On the smoky lake, Zhang Ping was still as motionless as a mountain, sitting calmly on the boat. On such a strange black hat, there were two petite sparrows, but Zhang Ping's whole person was like a statue, and they didn't disturb each other.

The purple girl looked at one of the biggest opponents of this quicksand with complicated eyes, who would have thought that Lingyike would be Zhang Liang's father.

Sure enough, Zhang Liang is scheming, it seems that she should start to speed up the process of Zi Lanxuan's withdrawal from the quicksand, otherwise these sisters of Zi Lanxuan don't know when they will be sold.

The red lotus lightly covered her red lips, and her moist eyes were full of disbelief.

Although she was no longer so naïve, she never expected such a situation.

The fifth generation of the Zhang family is Han, and the personal relationship with the kings of Han in the past dynasties is good, so as a Korean princess, she and Zhang Liang can be regarded as childhood sweethearts who have played together since childhood, but the Zhang family has so many calculations behind their backs.

Zhang Kaidi helped Han Yu, Zhang Liang helped Han Fei, Honglian is not incomprehensible, after all, Han Yu and Han Fei are both for South Korea's ZTE, but they choose different paths, but Zhang Ping's choice of night means that he doesn't mind helping South Korea change his surname.

Shouldn't it be a matter of eating the king and being loyal to the king?

Zhang Ping also noticed the purple girl and the red lotus behind Zhang Fuselage, and his gaze paused slightly for a moment as he swept over the red lotus.

"It seems that Your Excellency is not going to let the old man go tonight?"

The voice of the clothier was low and magnetic, and he spoke with a wonderful rhythm, and the speed of speech was much slower than that of ordinary people, and you could hear the leisurely and tranquil in his heart.

At this time, the fishing line submerged under the lake suddenly trembled slightly, and the man did not hesitate to pull up the fishing rod.

There are no fish on the hook.

The clothed guest sighed deeply: "What a cunning fish, the same as the one in the palace." ”

"It's a pity that the old man, the angler, will one day become the fish that was caught."

Zhang Ping glanced at Zhang Ji, let out a low chuckle, and then moved his gaze back to the surface of the water, and said slowly: "Five Grandmasters, young man, you really look up to me Zhang Ping." ”

"The lion fights the rabbit, and he does his best, not to mention treating a grandmaster who is good at the way of Qimen."

As he spoke, it was as if something had changed in this world, as if nothing had changed.

"Do it!"

Zhang Ji's eyes lit up, and he shouted loudly.

The moment the words fell, Zhang Ji took the purple girl and the red lotus into his arms and retreated, and the net killers behind him pulled the trigger, and one by one the crossbow arrows attacked Zhang Ping on the boat in the middle of the lake like a storm.

And in order to prevent accidental injury, except for the net killer standing on the tree, who shot condescendingly, the rest of the net killers on the shore all took the form of projectile.

The arrows of hundreds of crossbow arrows reflected the bright moonlight, glowing with an icy cold glow, like stars falling from the sky.

But just when the hundreds of crossbow arrows were about to shoot Zhang Ping, an inconspicuous ice blue light shone on the edge of Zhang Ping's boat, just between breaths, that little bit of light spread, several ice blue lights flashed, and huge ice thorns drilled out from the bottom of the lake, wrapping Zhang Ping's boat in it, and the huge lake was also frozen in the blink of an eye.

The crossbow bolt shot at the ice thorns, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, only leaving a little damage on it, and Zhang Ping, who was not protected by the ice thorns in the center, was helpless.

"I still don't like your pretending to be calm, it's unpleasant."

The cold female voice seemed to come from a distance, and the voice was cold with a little royal sister voice, but there was no trace of temperature.

As if I didn't care about anything in the world.

Everyone's faces couldn't help but be a little solemn, because the owner of that voice was definitely a grandmaster judging from his breath, and I am afraid that there was no grandmaster present who could compare with his momentum.

If it was the black and white Xuanjian who had comprehended the way of killing and the way of protection at the same time, he should be able to barely fight with it.

But the black and white Xuanqian gave up the way of killing, and the way of protection was also lost for a time because of Wei Xianxian's death, and it was to replace the idea of protecting Wei Xianxian with the lost and recovered son, but in the end, it was still not as obsessive as before, so the strength of black and white Xuanqian was not as good as before.

Just as he was thinking about who the person was, an ethereal figure in white fell from the sky and stepped on the ice thorns several feet high.

A white dress of Shengxue is tightly attached to the delicate body, outlining a graceful curve, which makes people think about it.

Outside the tight and close-fitting white skirt, she was wrapped in a large coat with white fluff, and her white hair hung down like a waterfall, tied into a ponytail by a white headband.

On the delicate and cold and arrogant face, the red lips as bewitching as blood were slightly curled, as if he had seen something interesting.

The woman was not very old, but no one would look down on her because of her youthful appearance.

Everyone present could sense the terrifying power contained in that delicate and delicate body.

"Xueyihou, I haven't seen you for 20 years, but I don't want to be the same."

Zhang Ping still had a tone that was not salty or light, sitting upright on the boat, and there was no difference from Fang Cai except for the sparrows on the hat that were frightened away.

Zhang Ji's pupils shrank, his gaze at the woman changed slightly, and the fear in his heart increased a lot again.

Xueyihou and Xueyihou sound the same, but Zhang Ping said that he hadn't seen him for 20 years, so the true identity of the woman in front of him was about to be revealed.

The Marquis of Korea, the owner of the first generation of Snow Castle, the Marquis of Snow Clothes.

It is said that her eyes can dim the starry sky and countless souls under her twin swords, but her beauty makes people feel that even death is only a gentle process.

And no one has ever seen her age, she has always maintained her most beautiful appearance...... Legend has it that it made a powerful pact with the darkness, and it needed to be sustained with the purest blood.

If it's this one, it's really a bit tricky today.

It was a sixty or seventy-year-old veteran grandmaster, and the reputation of that Xueyi Marquis was all killed with the double swords in his hands, and he was very good at killing.

"You're Zhang Ji?"

Xueyihou's red eyes looked at Zhang Ji condescendingly, with a strong interest in his eyes.

"The yang energy in your body is very heavy, and your skills are also very good."

"The young and yang body is really a good candidate for the Ding Furnace."

As he spoke, Xue Yihou stretched out a long pink snake and licked her delicate red lips charmingly, revealing a bit of bewitching temperament.

For a while, the tense atmosphere became a little weird, and everyone's eyes quietly fell on Zhang Ji and Xueyihou.

Only Honglian, who didn't understand anything, looked at the purple girl who was a little angry in a daze, and asked quietly, "Sister Purple Girl, what is the Ding Furnace?" Did this woman want to make a Dan furnace out of human bones? ”

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