Although the face of the woman in Tsing Yi in front of her was a little ugly, Zong Yang could conclude from her vague temperament and those familiar eyes that she was Jiang Wuxiong.

Walking in the rivers and lakes, of course, beauty cannot be revealed casually, and the sin of the wall is the same reason.

Zong Yang looked at Jiang Wuxiong with some distraction, he hadn't seen her for a while, he didn't know how she was doing, whether there was a breakthrough in the realm, and what happened to her revenge.

The farewell on the top of Tiantai Mountain promised that they would be relatives in the future, and each other's only relatives in this world.

The woman in Chinese clothes who was originally drawing her sword to make a move on the city somehow stopped it again, it seemed that the two women were still arguing, and the woman in Chinese clothes said ten words to Jiang Wuxiong, and it was really not as refreshing as a man.

On the street leading to the city gate, a young man with a big wooden box on his back was sitting in the middle of the street eating steamed buns, with short brown hair like a flame, and he was a teenager with a surprisingly strong physique, and his dirty and ordinary clothes were tightly supported by muscles. These naughty boys surrounded the boy and sang happily: "Fool stupid, eat steamed buns, eat enough to sleep on the street at night." ”

The young man held a white and big steamed bun in his hand, and smirked at the naughty boy who was jumping around beside him, and actually gave out the steamed bun in a friendly manner, one of the naughty boys was bold and reached out to take it, but when the little hand was placed on the top of the steamed bun, he suddenly waved and slapped the steamed bun on the ground.

"Haha!"

The laughter of the urchin reached the city walls, above the city.

The boy was not angry, but he just shook the steamed bun, and then leaned over to pick up the steamed bun, but the naughty boy who slapped off the steamed bun stepped on the steamed bun and twisted it.

"Haha!"

Another burst of laughter.

The naughty boy who stepped on the steamed bun was very proud in front of his friends, and he also deliberately glanced at the little girl with pigtails.

The boy was still not angry, and when the naughty boy retracted his feet, he picked up the yellow sand steamed buns that had been dirty.

The naughty boys jumped and ran under the city wall, the naughty boy who stepped on the steamed bun suddenly turned back, the young man originally cherished the steamed bun, just looked up, but was spit on by the naughty boy.

The boy still smirked in return.

"Fool!"

The urchin ran back and took the hand of the little girl with pigtails.

Under the city walls, the men and horses of the dart bureau had already settled their horses and carriages, and sat in a tea stall with a white linen cloth roof at the entrance of the downtown area, and threw their swords on the table to pat off the dust while the bitter tea peculiar to the desert had not yet been served. Xu Tao surrounded a few young dart masters with strength and prestige in the dart game, they had already set their eyes on the city, one of them quipped: "Yo, two tigresses fighting, the woman in this desert is getting stronger and stronger, on the way I heard Lao Chen Tou say, a while ago there was a man and a woman also in the city of life and death duel, in the end, guess what, the man directly shook his head and walked to the woman, hugged the waist of the little man and kissed affectionately, done!" ”

"Haha, Yanqing, don't you just want to walk the rivers and lakes and turn a beautiful woman back, oh, now there are two in the city, and one in one hand!" Another dart master quipped.

The dart master named Yanqing really squinted at the city and said: "The one who wears the flower clothes is okay, and the green clothes are exempt, it's really stumbling." ”

"Darthead, guess who's going to win? Why don't you take a gamble? Someone coaxed.

The crowd below without exception were all paying attention to the heads-up at the head of the city, and the woman in gorgeous clothes finally made a move, after picking out a sword flower with a sword, she turned her wrist, and the sword body cut through the scorching air, and a sword aura blinded a large area of turtles under the city wall.

Jiang Wuxiong was motionless, and when this sword qi flashed in the blink of an eye, only his eyes had a momentary change in expression, but this sword qi disappeared out of thin air.

This is the handiwork of the Spirit Realm.

The crowd under the city wall was first shocked by this sword qi that they had only heard of and had never seen, but before they could react, they were stunned by the next scene.

"What!" The woman in Huayi lost her face, she thought that the strength of the Yanyan Realm that she had cultivated since she was a child was already talented, and she could be proud in this pass area, who knew that the first battle in her life was actually a spiritual realm that threw off her several streets!

Jiang Wuxiong saw the high and low in one move, she didn't want to deceive people too much, her current identity should not cause unnecessary trouble, and she was about to turn around and leave, but she saw a flying sword coming through the air.

Not!

The crowd under the city wall exclaimed together, first the sword qi, then the sword qi disappeared for no reason, and now it is a flying sword again, today is a feast for the eyes!

The dart bureau on the side has already restrained their expressions, and they forgot to drink tea intently, and in the huge dart game, they only heard that the father of the dart head, that is, the head of the dart board, can use sword qi and flying swords, which is something that only has in the mouth of the teahouse storyteller!

Jiang Wuxiong drew his sword to block the flying sword, the sword carried Xuanhuang sword intent, and the flying sword trembled obviously after being cut off.

Zong Yang smiled slightly, presumably the one who didn't know Jiang Wuxiong's sword intent was out of the sword, and his divine sense was greatly injured under one blow.

Buzz –

Who knows, another flying sword struck Jiang Wuxiong.

Two powerhouses of the Spirit Realm, the background of this woman in gorgeous clothes is not simple!

The flying sword came and went without a trace, and the two flying swords attacked Jiang Wuxiong at the most tricky angle, and if Jiang Wuxiong had time to resist, he would withdraw first, and he was very afraid of her sword intent.

Jiang Wuxiong, who fell into passivity at the beginning, was forced by two flying swords to be unable to make a square circle, even if the imperial sword was one against two, and without a sword in his hand, he would be even weaker.

Zong Yang in the crowd was already sweating profusely, and since the battle of the mountain, he desperately opened the sword three, and the meridians of the whole body have been greatly damaged, although more than a month has passed, and the meridians have only been restored, but the divine consciousness is still plummeting, and the recovery speed is not as good as even the turtle crawling, Lu Guyu and Han Ziniu said when they parted, unless there is a superior technique for cultivating divine consciousness, or a divine pill that quickly recovers divine consciousness, or there is a land immortal who makes a move, otherwise the recovery of divine consciousness can only accumulate steps, and there is no hurry. At this time, Zong Yang used his divine sense to lock the flying sword for Jiang Wuxiong, but he was afraid of something, and he really found the third flying sword, which was from the root of the city wall to the city wall from the bottom up, very insidious, and Jiang Wuxiong, who was busy dealing with the two flying swords on his belly, didn't notice it at all.

"Be careful!" Zong Yang shouted in a hurry, and frightened the crowd with his mouth wide open, and several aunts with vegetable baskets in their hands patted their chests and cast cursed glances, but when they saw that it was a handsome little brother, they lost their anger and filled their eyes.

Jiang Wuxiong was a sword enemy with two swords, his hands were busy but his mind was calm, he was calm and slowly inhaled in a wave of scorching air, and after hearing this shout, he concentrated his attention, and sure enough, he found the third flying sword, and secretly sighed that the other party was not far from the road and inhaled at the same time, and made a special move to shake away the flying sword in front of him, and his body flashed in the air like a butterfly, dodging the third flying sword, but the three flying swords were added, and it was still difficult to escape defeat.

Pierced in the eyes by the hot sun, Zong Yang used his divine sense to feel that it was dark in front of him and almost fainted, he barely stood up, he had no chance to save Jiang Wuxiong from the beginning, and at this time he could only watch her being cornered by three flying swords, one of which was across her neck.

The crowd was restless, a man in white rode a precious horse and led a few horses to appear in a timely manner, and a middle-aged man who couldn't dodge was almost trampled to death by the horse's hooves, and got up tremblingly, only to hear the boy in white shouting: "Get out!" ”

In the face of the recklessness of the rivers and lakes, he can scold a few words on the basis of reason, but even if the children of the wealthy family are heinous, these cloth-clothed people can not offend, they recognize this fierce god of the earth, and the crowd is scattered in an instant, at this time, the man in white pointed at Zong Yang with a horsewhip and said: "You leave it for Young Master Ben!" ”

In the blink of an eye, only the wind swept the yellow sand under the city wall, and some vegetable leaves were left on the ground, which aunt took advantage of boredom just now to pick them Zong Yang stood and turned his head to look at the man in white.

This white-clothed boy who calls himself a young master is not small, and he is the only son of Wucheng Mu here, named Li Junwen.

"Humph!" Li Junwen saw that Zong Yang dared to look directly, and his face was still so jealous, he was used to raising his eyebrows and driving his horse to Zong Yang, and the horse whip pointed at Jiang Wuxiong at the head of the city and asked, "Are you familiar with her?" ”

Zong Yang looked at Jiang Wuxiong, and Jiang Wuxiong at the head of the city already knew who shouted just now, but when she saw Zong Yang again, she didn't have any expression, and she looked away.

Li Junwen thought that he had seen some clues, and he snorted coldly when he was angry with Zong Yang, and then scolded secretly: "Young Master Ben is most tired of you being a grass dog like you who loves to come out and mix blindly!" ”

Li Junwen, who was sitting on a tall horse, waved his hand, and several people behind him jumped off the horse and walked towards Zongyang menacingly, and Li Junwen said coldly: "Do you want to be a hero?!" There is a kind of deserve it to the end, if you dare to move, the woman at the head of the city will be bled out, you know?! ”

The corners of Li Junwen's mouth raised like a dog, the threat was actually irrelevant, it was purely a toy, although the person in front of him was carrying a sword, it was not a thing inside and out.

Zong Yang picked up the sword after hearing this, just smiled slightly at Li Junwen, and abandoned the sword in a chic manner.

Seeing this, Li Junwen was furious and shouted: "Fight to the death!" ”

When the first person kicked on Zong Yang's lower abdomen, Zong Yang took a few steps back and barely stood still, although he used his divine sense just now to weaken at this time, but this kick was really insignificant. The people of Luoyang Pass rolled but stopped to watch from a distance, Li Junwen's fierce eagle dogs seized the opportunity to show off their might, pounced on Zong Yang, and beat Zong Yang, one of them also used a horse whip to whip them, Zong Yang let them run rampant, but the people who were standing far away couldn't bear to look at it, and finally Zong Yang was beaten to the ground, and was stepped on by one person on the left side of his face with a whip mark.

The people in the dart bureau not far away did not say a word, and they watched coldly from beginning to end, not only did they not draw their swords to help each other because they knew each other, but they also despised Zong Yang for having nothing to do and seeking his own death. Take a step back, who of them dares to provoke this group of high-profile figures.

Jiang Wuxiong was forced by three flying swords, and watched Zong Yang being beaten and humiliated with an expressionless face, but her right index finger still twitched slightly, and the killing intent could no longer be contained.

At the staircase on the side of the city, Jiang Wuxiong put a wooden long box when he boarded, the material is ordinary, this end has been opened, and on the top of the small city building in the center of the city, there is a middle-aged Confucian in a green shirt, a sword body is yellow and transparent ancient sword rotated horizontally, when approaching the green shirt Confucian, the sword body stands, and slaps heavily on the waist of the green shirt Confucian, although this blow is not to death, but this green shirt Confucian is definitely not seriously injured.

The flying sword that was lying in front of Jiang Wuxiong's neck suddenly lost its aura and landed vertically.

No one expected this change, before the other flying sword could be withdrawn, it was slashed by Jiang Wuxiong with a sword of Xuanhuang sword intent, but the poor owner of this flying sword was attacked twice, hiding in the corner of a nearby high-rise building and vomiting blood and fainted.

There was only one flying sword left, and it could no longer pose any threat to Jiang Wuxiong. Moreover, Jiang Wuxiong's natal ancient sword was already pointed in front of Li Junwen.

"Stop!" Li Junwen is very familiar with current affairs, and the woman in Chinese clothes who has an unusual relationship with him is fleeing the city in a panic.

Jiang Wuxiong quickly went down to the city, put on the long box on his back, and walked towards Li Junwen.

"It's her who wants to fight with me, I don't want to cause trouble, so I'll let you go." Jiang Wuxiong said that he would take back the ancient sword and put it into the box, and without looking at Li Junwen again, he passed by Zong Yang who got up, and coldly lost his sentence: "Don't help people you don't know in the future, be careful of getting into trouble." ”

Zong Yang could understand Jiang Wuxiong's distress, and still smiled slightly.

After Jiang Wuxiong disappeared, Li Junwen stared at Zong Yang viciously, and then got on the horse and left in a panic with the woman in gorgeous clothes and her subordinates.

After a while, the city wall returned to normal, only some people were still whispering, and the people of the tea stall dart bureau also got up and prepared to leave, Zong Yang dusted off his body, and the whip mark on his face had almost healed.

Before coming to Luoyang Pass, Zong Yang imagined many scenes of meeting Jiang Wuxiong, but he didn't expect this to be the ending, he walked aimlessly towards the street, and happened to see the young man sitting on the ground with a big box on his back.

The boy was still seriously picking up the mud and sand from the dirty steamed buns.

Just now, Zong Yang discovered this young man when he opened his divine sense, and the young man was doing this careful work.

When Zong Yang walked past the boy, the boy broke the steamed bun, handed half of it to Zong Yang, and said, "Give." ”

The boy's eyes are sincere and clear.

The naughty boy who was playing on the side saw this scene and swarmed over, singing around the boy: "Silly big one, eat steamed buns, eat enough and sleep on the street at night." ”

Phew, Phew, Phew......

A mouthful of spit per person.

The boy still smirked at the naughty boys.

Zong Yang saw it in his eyes, recalling that he once wandered the streets with the old dice and ate cold steamed buns, perhaps out of his good impression of the young man, he took the steamed buns that the young man was still handing.

The young man was satisfied with the other half of the steamed buns, and his cheeks were bulging.

How could Zong Yang dislike the dirtiness of the steamed buns, and took a bite of it.

The young man who devoured the steamed bun smiled and said something that Zong Yang would never forget in his life.

"One and a half, we will be brothers from now on."