The man shouted loudly with that "on", and everyone present heard it very clearly.

The people at the front of the queue were almost ringing in their ears and trembling in fear.

That young man with a heart higher than the sky, just like this, slashed out a sword, and did his best to cut out a sword that had been eagerly awaited by the entire rivers and lakes for many years, and also contained the dignity and glory of his life. After the sword qi was handed out, at the top of the sky dome, a ravine that stretched for tens of thousands of miles really cracked......"

Suddenly, the storyteller stopped talking.

Ling Zhen sighed secretly.

This act of breaking through the canopy of heaven with a sword is not an ordinary trick!

After a moment of silence, the storyteller's voice lowered, and instead of being so confident and proud, he became a little lonely, even sad and miserable.

Ling Zhen was meticulous and quickly noticed the person's emotional changes, and a conjecture germinated from his mind.

The storyteller propped his arms on the table, lowered his head, and said slowly: "Although the clouds have cracked, there is no golden light. In the early morning of that day, the spiritual energy of the three thousand monks dried up, and they all died due to the broken meridians, and fell to the top of Kunlun. And the young man, who had such a big tone that he seemed to be about to break through the universe, was exhausted, and he also fell into the pile of corpses......"

The man clenched his fist with his left hand, but he didn't make much effort, he just slammed the table suddenly, gritted his teeth and said word by word: "Later, the relatives and friends of those monks went up the mountain to collect the corpse, but the body of the young man was not found. Yes, he escaped, the 'Little Sword Saint' surnamed Qiu Mingjin, who has a great name on the rivers and lakes, is unwilling to face the reality because of the failure of opening the sky, and because of the despicable act of disregarding human life and stealing his life, he has become a coward who is spurned by thousands of people! ”

When Ling Zhen saw the scene in front of him, he frowned and said, "Sure enough." ”

The storyteller let out a long sigh, one hand still propped up on the table, stretched out the other, slowly removed the strange black mask, threw it at his feet, raised his foot, and stomped it to pieces.

Under the mask, the man has a rather handsome face, his eyebrows are high, and he is extremely chic and dignified, which is better than ordinary men.

That romantic and vulgar attitude is not like an ordinary man, ordinary people are simply beyond the reach of the dust, it is difficult to compare with it, only envy and silence!

Ling Zhen looked at the man's face and said approvingly: "What a rare beautiful man in the world. ”

It can be described as handsome and extraordinary, the man with a sword with the bearing of a landscape painting, frowned slightly, looked around, swept everyone's faces one by one, and said calmly: "I have no intention of concealing it, I must have guessed it, yes, I am the coward Qiujin who has lived up to the high hopes of the rivers and lakes, is greedy for life and afraid of death." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

The people spoke fiercely to the people around them, and the noise was unusual, but it was difficult to hear what was being said.

At this time, a young man in a fancy costume riding on the back of a white horse in the crowd glared angrily, took off a jade pendant hanging around his neck, and smashed it out after seeing it.

This time it was thrown accurately, impartially, and it was at the forehead of the Mid-Autumn Festival!

As soon as this action came out, everyone present immediately fell silent, and they all turned their heads to look at the richly dressed man on horseback.

Ling Zhen was stunned.

Who dares to be so rude?!

Before the smashed man could speak, the indignant high-crowned boy took a deep breath and shouted at Qiu Jin, who was standing behind the table: "Qiu Jin, you evil thief, you have no place to find your iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it, all these years, I have been looking for you everywhere, and I didn't expect to meet you here......

Brother Gongzi's eyes were ruddy, "Among the monks who died on the top of Kunlun Mountain in the past, there was a predecessor I once admired so much, almost like a god, nicknamed 'Bone Boosting Divine Palm' Hua Xizhong, do you remember that person?!" ”

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Qiu Jin's mouth, looked directly at the boy on horseback, nodded, and said slowly: "Your name is Xi Tang, right?" Hua Xizhong is not your master, but he has a good relationship with your father Xi He, and passed on several sets of internal skills to you in your childhood, so that you can get rid of the troubles of illness, develop your body smoothly, and live a healthy life to this day, without illness and disaster. Am I not right by half a word? ”

Brother Gongzi, surnamed Xi Mingtang, widened his eyes, his face was full of incredulity, and he said in a trembling voice: "You, how did you know these things?!" ”

Qiu Jin smiled faintly, "It's very simple, because I followed you all the way to get here." Why do you think I'm deliberately setting up a stall here to tell stories? Am I really that idle? It's here to bring you here. After all, if I tell you very bluntly, I am the big villain who killed your benefactor Hua Xizhong back then, so it will be too boring, and I Qiu Jin has never been a boring person. ”

Xi Tang was speechless, and he was stunned all the time, not knowing how to deal with it.

Ling Zhen sighed a few times.

It was deliberately done by the person surnamed Qiu.

Qiu Jin smiled, took the initiative to leave the back of the table, and stepped forward.

A group of onlookers gave way one after another, not daring to stop in front of this person.

Qiu Jin, who was wearing a dark green robe, came to the front of the white horse, pulled out the golden long sword at his waist, pinched the sharp blade in his hand, and handed the hilt upside down, "Come, Xi Tang, give you a chance, kill me, and avenge the bone god's palm!" ”

Xi Tang's face on horseback turned pale, and his lips trembled and asked, "This, is this true?" ”

Qiu Jin nodded and smiled, "There will never be a fake, although you will come to kill me with a sword." ”

Xi Tang gritted his teeth, plucked up his courage, and took the long sword.

It's so heavy!

Xi Tang has been very weak since he was a child, and he has been riddled with many diseases, if he hadn't been fortunate enough to practice the internal skills taught by Hua Xizhong in his early years, most of them would have died of various hardships and diseases.

In recent years, although he has been diligent in maintaining his health, he is still much thinner than ordinary strong men, and he has no strength in his arms and arms, and he is not much better than women.

It was difficult to hold one hand, so Xi Tang used two hands to grasp the hilt of the sword with two hands, and extremely reluctantly held the golden long sword with unusual composure.

Still trembling, most of the time this action can't last too long, and it will be completely out of force after a while!

Ling Zhen's eyesight was good, and he could see that this sword was extraordinary.

This golden sharp blade, there is no accident, it is definitely a super product in the world!

Just when the boy with a high crown was about to use his sword to cut people, Qiu Jin took out the black sword he was carrying, held it with one hand, and said in a deep voice: "Come, I will use this sword to fight you." ”

Xi Tang was so shocked that his scalp was numb, and he glared at him and said loudly: "Aren't you willing to let me kill you?!" ”

Qiu Jin's face was expressionless, "I agreed with you to kill me, and I gave you the sword, but did I say that I wouldn't fight back?" Not really. It should be you Xi Tang in order to avenge Hua Xizhong, took the initiative to come here to ask me about the sword, since it is a sword, then I Qiujin will take the sword. ”