The big man, who was almost equivalent to sticking a dead word on his forehead, continued: "Situ Zhuxiang's reputation is earned by fighting with the strong, and as soon as he heard that such a peerless divine sword came out, he hurriedly handed over a challenge post to the Sword Palace, planning to use his own gold ingot sword to fight against the immortal sword. After learning of this, Wang Pei, the son of the contemporary palace master of the Sword Palace, the 'Glazed Sword Marquis', took the initiative to ask Ying and Situ Zhu to make an appointment to start a war on the star-picking tower of this Jiangxin City, and the time was set for tonight......"

Qiu Jinfa asked, "Isn't the son of the contemporary palace master Wang Yan?" ”

The man shook his head, "It's not a long time ago, that Wang Qinghong has been closed to life and death for several years, and now the head of the Sword Palace is that Wang Chixia, that is, Wang Pei's father, not Wang Yan's father." ”

After Qiujin understood, he nodded.

Ling Zhen recalled the role-play he saw in Pinghu Town.

He knew that back then, Qiu Jin opened the door with the black sword that he snatched from Wang Qinghong's hand in front of Wang Pei.

Dahan was very proud, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Tonight happens to be the annual lantern festival in Jiangxin City, when you enjoy the lanterns, you can watch the big battle at the same time, wonderful, wonderful!" ”

"Brother Shicai listened to his brother's arrival and spent eight hundred taels to watch that competition?"

Qiujin asked.

Dahan nodded, took out four tickets, shook them in front of Qiu Jin, and said proudly: "The best seats downstairs for watching the stars have been sold for nearly five thousand taels, and the next one is more than a thousand taels. If you can comprehend some sword moves or sword intent from the two Rao competitions, it will be inexhaustible in this life, then it is not a few taels of silver that can be measured, this money is worth it, haha, it's worth it! ”

Ling Zhen was overjoyed, "This ticket has been settled." ”

"Then is there any other place where I can buy this ticket?"

Qiujin pretended to ask for the way.

"It's gone, it's gone, you don't look at when it's here, the competition will start in a few hours, where are the tickets still sold?"

Dahan raised his eyebrows and said.

Qiu Jin sighed, "Those four brothers, can you give these four tickets to your brother?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the four big men were stunned, and then they all laughed, and one of them laughed and said: "Which green onion are you, why do you want my brother to give you the tickets that you bought with great difficulty?" ”

Qiu Jin smiled, pressed his palm on the table, and destroyed the cold true qi in his body, and in an instant, the table was full of thick cold frost.

Lao Tzu is good with you.

Don't give? Then I'll be hard.

If you don't eat the toast, then you will obediently give me a penalty bar.

"This ...... This is...... Frost! ”

One of the big men shouted in a trembling voice, "You are cold...... Leng's Sword ...... The people of the Sword Sect! ”

Qiu Jin didn't answer, his face was gloomy, and he continued to use the Sword Sect's secret technique frost technique, and soon, the entire table condensed into a solid ice sculpture, and the surroundings became cold.

Seeing such a miraculous technique, Sirao's backbone was gone, and as if his bones had been pulled out, Qi Brush knelt down at Qiu Jin's feet.

Ling Zhen smiled and said, "I knew that it would be such a scene, I can already guess Brother Qiu's temper and acting style." ”

The big man with four tickets in his hand shouted: "This ticket is willing to be dedicated to the hero, begging the hero to spare the lives of the four of us!" ”

Qiu Jin took the four tickets to watch the battle from him, lowered his body, leaned into his ear and said: "Actually, I am the big bastard Qiu Jin, the strongest forging sword in fifty years to open the door, and I snatched it." ”

As soon as he heard this, Dahan's brain instantly "buzzed", and his eyes turned black, and when all his thoughts were lost, he even threw the idea of kowtowing and begging for mercy out of the clouds.

"I don't care about you calling me a bastard, because I'm a bastard in the first place, and there's nothing wrong with that."

Qiu Jin said in a deep voice with a dark face, "But the master of the Peach Blossom Sect, Jian Feng, is my righteous brother, if you dare to speak ill of him behind his back, I can't let you go easily!" ”

The big man's face was already like ashes, and he couldn't even cry.

"Come, stick your tongue out."

Qiu Jin said slowly with a pleasant face.

Ling Zhen turned his head away from looking.

so as not to affect the appetite.

The big man hesitated for a while, and in order to survive, he had to obediently spit out a piece of his tongue.

"All sticking out."

Qiu Jin does not follow the way.

The big man was really helpless, and finally stuck out his whole tongue.

Ye Yiran closed his eyes and didn't look at this doomed bloody scene.

Seeing a flash of green light, Qiu Jin sacrificed the three thousand swords of corpse bones in the Lingshu sword box, and the flying sword was incomparable, cutting off the tongue of the big man from its root, and most of the bloody red tongue fell to the ground.

The big man covered his bleeding mouth, and his face was full of pain.

"Well, you didn't have enough of my brother just now? Why, are you very romantic? ”

Qiu Jin said coldly, "Then I will make you unromantic in your life!" ”

With a movement of his fingers, he manipulated the turquoise sword qi to fly towards the crotch of the big man.

The big man suddenly let out a terrible scream, and fainted in pain on the spot.

Ling Zhen only felt a little cold underneath, and took a sip of wine to suppress the shock.

Whoever you mess with, don't mess with my big brother Qiu.

"For the rest of your life, you can only hold hands with the girl."

After Qiu Jin put down this sentence, under the terrified eyes of everyone in the restaurant, he turned back to his seat, raised the ticket in his hand to watch the battle, and said to Leng Juan, Ye Yiran, who was holding the fox in his arms, and his good brother Ling Zhen: "Four tickets, just four of us, let's go, go to the show!" ”

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Miozhou, Jiangxin City.

Tonight there is an annual "Lantern Festival" in the city, and every time the grand event comes, the whole ancient city will become very lively.

Ordinary people, although they can't afford to buy those expensive, gorgeous and ostentatious giant lanterns, can give up a few dollars of silver, buy a few "lights" with a slightly rough production process, and release them at midnight.

Lamp, also known as "prayer lamp".

As the name suggests, this kind of lamp is mostly used for folk blessings, people will write their beautiful vision for the future on the lamp paper, with piety, praying for the blessing of the lord, and the wishes on the paper will one day be realized.

There is a towering building in the center of the city, called "picking the star", this building was first initiated by the local Taishou Liu Chengshuang, and then a number of heavy business giants jointly funded and hired a large number of famous craftsmen to draw and supervise the work, so that the manpower and material resources were gathered, and it took three years to complete the construction.

The building is about ten zhang high, there are five floors in total, the eaves are warped, the carved beams are painted, the top is covered with colorful glazed tiles, and it is extremely magnificent.

There are more than 1,000 headlamps in the middle of the building, and every night, the whole high-rise building is brilliant and dazzling, like a golden pagoda, solemn and infinite.

At this time, it was midnight, but Jiang Xincheng was like daylight.

The full moon is bright and clean, like a jade plate embedded in the air, pouring a thick silver glow.

Thousands of lamps full of good wishes, accompanied by bright stars, together adorn the boundless sky.

Moonlight, galaxy.

Lining the lights of thousands of homes.

The roof of the Star Picking Tower is in the form of a hanging mountain, and the top surface is divided into two slopes, front and back, and there is a high convex spine in the middle.

At this moment, on the top spine of this five-story building, there are two men with swords.

At the west end of the backbone, a man who looks like a middle-aged monk stands majestically.

This person is one foot tall, his waist is ten girths, wrapped in an extraordinary black and red straight jacket, with a string of round Buddha beads hanging around his neck, his face is full of beard, and his eyes are vicious, like a tiger, leopard and jackal.

At the east end of the backbone stood a man who looked like a handsome young man.

But I saw that he was about eight feet tall, with a long upright body, wearing a noble and prominent yellow and purple brocade robe, with a piece of crystal jade hanging from his waist, his face was like a crown of jade, and his eyes were deep, which was better than the peach blossom pool.

The two of them looked directly at their opponents here, and the scene was called Yue Zhiyuan, and the atmosphere was stagnant!