Pointed at by the tip of the sword in a high place, and heard that the other party was about to ask the sword's own villa, Ling Pu's son Ling Zhenden was stunned.

But soon, he breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately understood that the Tsing Yi swordsman surnamed Zhang did not recognize his true identity.

It's just a casual joke in the form of a kind joke.

Zhang Jing, who was holding the beloved blade with one hand, pretending to imitate the posture of the old sword god, even if he was killed, he would not have thought that the blue-robed boy standing below would really be the son of Ling Pu, the king of the Shenyuan domain and the owner of the Divine Mountain Villa!

How can there be such a coincidental thing in the world, it's just that the same surname is "Ling", is it possible that people with the same surname must be related by blood? There is no possibility of fart, where will there be such a coincidence.

After listening to the sentence "Ask the sword about your Divine Mountain Villa", the white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian was a little confused, and asked incomprehensibly: "Brother Zhang...... Oh no, I'm supposed to call you 'Brother Fish'. Brother Yu, why did you ask Jian Lingpu's Divine Mountain Villa? ”

Zhang Jing, who pretended to be the sword god fish Youcong, raised his head and laughed a few times, or in the hoarse old voice that pretended to be, he turned his head and responded: "You haven't heard it, right?" I...... No, it should be the old man. The old man has been in love with Ling Pu's wife for many years, and he has endured it for so many years, but now he finally can't bear it, he can't bear it, he doesn't need to endure it anymore! I will kill the surnamed Ling with my own hands, destroy the Shenshan Villa, and ...... Yao What's coming from Yao? I don't remember, anyway, it's Ling Pu's daughter-in-law, grab it! ”

Zhao Xian couldn't help laughing, and said with a smile: "You Yu Youcong is too fake, why, I don't even remember the name of the woman I have loved for many years?" Is this still called liking? ”

Zhang Jing also smiled and said: "The old man is already old, his memory is not very good, and he is easy to forget something." But no matter how forgetful this is, I can't forget Ling Pu's house, the woman who robbed me in the past, hum, this is a big rival in love, if I don't ask about the sword today, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart! ”

Ling Xiaoxiao, a girl in white, was not very happy to hear it at this time, so she leaned close to the ear of her ninth brother Ling Zhen and said, "Do you want to tell them our true identity?" ”

Ling Zhen smiled indifferently, and also lowered his voice and said: "No, those who don't know are not guilty, let's just watch the show, how interesting." ”

Ling Xiaoxiao curled her mouth and muttered softly: "It's not interesting at all......

No matter what Sister Xiaoxiao's mood is at the moment, Ling Zhen doesn't care much about such things anyway, after all, the "notoriety" of her biological father Ling Pu, which is known to the world, is no longer a pile of one or two.

And the incident about Yu Youcong's love affair with Yao Ying, the wife of the owner of the Divine Mountain Villa, is not very popular in the rivers and lakes, and it is not a family ugliness, there is nothing to hide at all, there is no need.

Because even if you are deadly, you are destined to be unable to cover it, but it is easy to backfire, resulting in more and more black!

As an outsider, he didn't say a word, and quietly "watched the show" next to him, this is probably the biggest thing this Shenyuan prince can do.

As for the rest? Fuck it.

As long as he didn't insult his biological parents too much, Ling Zhen wouldn't interfere much, and he wouldn't bother to say anything.

"Reasonable, I should go to Ling Pu to ask for a sword, the hatred of taking my wife is not shared, if I am Yu Youcong, I will also go to Shenshan Villa as a sword, and find the vassal king surnamed Ling to fight to the death!"

The white-clothed swordsman Zhao Xian said in an awe-inspiring voice, "Brother Yu, then I am here, I wish you a victory, sword slashing Ling Pu, and getting rid of a big scourge for the splendid martial arts!" ”

Zhang Jing, a swordsman in Tsing Yi, grinned, "What? My sword god has gone to ask the sword, you, the great 'sword saint', don't ask a question? That Ling Pu ruined the rivers and lakes you yearn for in your heart, isn't this also a blood feud? You should go with me! ”

Zhao Xian thought for a moment and nodded, "Yes, it should be so!" At that time, the Sword God and Sword Saint will gather and jointly ask the sword, there is no doubt that the Divine Mountain Villa is destined to be destroyed in an instant! ”

The two of them laughed together, and after a while, Zhang Jing, who laughed out of tears, said in a rather playful tone: "Brother Zhao...... No, no, you're the sword saint Yingchun, that's 'Brother Ying'. Brother Ying, do you take the initiative to admit that your swordsmanship can't compare to me? Back then, the 'Holy Battle' under the name was finally won, but the sword god fish Youcong, and you Yingchun, I cut off your legs......"

Zhao Xian quickly "bah" and shouted: "Pure nonsense, since you can become a sword god, don't you allow me, a sword saint, to be stronger than a sword god?" If you have the ability, let's make an appointment for a 'holy rematch' and see who has higher swordsmanship and deeper kendo! ”

"Come on, come on, the old man is still afraid that you won't make it?"

Zhang Jing still pretended to be an old man's voice was hoarse, "Since I can defeat you once, of course I can win the second time, at that time, you will lose again, the old man advises you to change your name, don't call it 'Ying' Chun again, directly change Xinjiang to lose Chun', 'Defeat Chun', anyway, fight with me, you can't win!" ”

Zhao and Zhang, who were in the heights, were still doing the meaningless, but very funny "war of words", standing from the perspective of the identity of the Sword God and the Sword Saint respectively, arguing with each other, laughing and scolding.

Looking at the two swordsmen above the archway who were full of vitality and were quite confident in their future prospects, Ling Zhen felt a strange feeling in his heart.

It's like a ...... Warmth, or a sense of relief?

Thinking about it carefully, the reason why he felt compassion was probably because Ling Zhen knew that now that this piece of the Central Plains "Martial Arts" had been flattened by his father's troops, and there was only one of the top sects left, the White Bone Sword Sect, and there were few real ginseng trees.

All that is left is a roadside "grass" like Zhao Xian and Zhang Jing who have a low cultivation level and low swordsmanship.

When the wind crosses, no matter how solid and hard the trees are, they will all fall for them!

And the worthless weeds that grow everywhere can always miraculously survive the disaster, and when the next spring comes, it is still so green and can grow healthily.

Without the great sects and factions that carved up the forces of all parties, many peerless masters who were good at conspiracy and conspiracy died, and only fights like this remained.

There is no deceit between me, no longer you have to live or die, the biggest wish of a lifetime is nothing more than to be free in the world and go to the end of the sword.

If you are lucky enough to be lucky enough to do something chivalrous for the benefit of the people, then it is the best, if you really can't do it, then it doesn't matter, it's okay to live......

Such rivers and lakes are not bad.

Just when Ling Zhen was so calm and quietly feeling nostalgic, there was a rumbling sound in the mountains not far away.

The earth shakes and the mountains shake!

The beast tide is coming.