It's a very strange scene.

This ten-mile street is one of the most prosperous places in the city.

The crowd is endless, and the roads are full of traffic.

Every moment is a variety of life and fireworks in the market.

At the end of the street, there is a procession to pick up relatives and marrying wives, slowly turning from the north, in front is a sedan chair where the bride sits, and the groom official in the back rides a red horse, behind the horse is a porter carrying the bride's dowry, and a person in front of the horse is holding the bride's dressing box.

In the middle of the avenue, there is also an eight-lift sedan chair that is surrounded by dozens of long entourages, and the entourage is arrogant, and the pedestrians on the road are hurriedly giving way, for fear of annoying the nobles.

But at this time, it was not these two groups that stood out most on the street.

It's an eerie picture on the side of the road between them.

A little boy in a red cotton jacket was standing in place with his head down, holding a half-eaten rock sugar gourd with both hands, the corners of his mouth stained with brown sugar were slightly upturned, and a pair of black and white eyes were like delicate and smooth glass beads, reflecting the withered hand that probed into his chest in front of him.

The little boy who had been drowned in red light a second ago did not have a trace of red light in his body now.

At this moment, his young body was like a delicate and fragile piece of porcelain, crawling with shocking cracks, the dense runes had been extinguished, but they had turned into tattoos and imprinted on his white skin, showing that they had existed.

Many people around looked at it, and they also saw the red light just now, but they were not surprised, and the terrifying power that had brewed to the peak before did not make them have the slightest fear, as if all this that happened was just a very common scene in their daily life, and it was no longer strange, just like you usually go out, thinking about other things in your heart, and your eyes habitually skimmed over the flower pot outside the window, and you will no longer be able to separate a trace of your mind for it.

Their eyes naturally looked away, and their faces still had the look triggered by the previous incident, which was strange.

The crowd next to the sugar gourd stall began to disperse, because there was no one to sell sugar gourds anymore, and some children from poor families stared longingly at the half-eaten sugar gourd in the hand of the little boy in the red cotton jacket, swallowed a few saliva, and reluctantly left.

Click.

A crisp sound sounded.

The pupils of the pond fish shrank one by one, and they slowly raised their heads like a return to the light.

A swarthy face greets you.

It was the black-faced old man who handed him the sugar gourd just now, still smiling at the moment, like a simple peasant.

He opened his mouth, but the withered hand on his chest that grabbed his demon pill had been pulled out at will, and the last words he wanted to say turned into points of light along with Yuan Ying and dispersed with the wind.

A Sixth Realm Great Demon that was extremely rare on the surrounding mountains fell silently.

The black-faced old man spread out his palm and looked at the demon pill in his hand that was pitch black but emitted red light, and the dense fragments could no longer tell how many heavenly marks there had been, so he couldn't tell which was the first grade of the demon pill.

However, the old man didn't care too much, turned his hand and put it away, and passed a few words to the two juniors, and then stood in place with his hands behind his back and waited, with a smile on his face and a slight squint.

Today there seems to be a temple fair or something like something in the city, there are more and more pedestrians on the street, the black-faced old man found that his sugar gourd stall blocked the way for pedestrians, so he moved it to a remote place, during which someone asked him if the sugar gourd was still sold, he smiled and nodded, and sold the rock sugar gourd.

......

Zhao Qianqiu followed the will of his previous uncle and was hurrying to the Shanshui Cave in Zhishui Country, preparing to arrest the beast's accomplice.

But suddenly, Xinhu received a message from his uncle, and after thinking about it for a while, he hurriedly turned around and returned.

......

Somewhere on the mountainside in the mountains, a huge pit was smashed out of the black thing that fell from the sky.

Dust flies, and giant trees overturn.

A woman in palace costume is standing on a surviving ancient tree next to a huge pit.

A small handleless sword flew out of the pit.

This sword is shining brightly, very strange, and the end of what should have been supposed to be the hilt of the sword is tied with a jade pendant.

At this time, the handleless flying sword did not enter the sheath after it came back, but was flexibly inserted between the cloud bun of the palace woman.

It turned out to be a step shake.

Yi Qianyan frowned and looked at the corpse of the black Jiao in the pit.

She had just chased all the way here, and before she could draw her sword, the beast fell on its own.

She opened the demon Jiao's dantian and looked at it, as expected, there was no demon pill and Yuan Ying.

"So, this beast's primordial infant must have been secretly left in the previous mortal city?" she muttered. "Heh, it's okay, the big boss is waiting for you there, but I don't know if the big boss has fished out those sneaky guys behind you. ”

However, she didn't have much to worry about, after all, Da Si Kou was one of the few Seventh Realm sword cultivators in Wangque Continent, and there were countless secret powers, not to mention the mysterious magic power of his natal flying sword, which was simply incredible.

A Seventh Realm Sword Immortal like Da Si Kou, his every move has attracted the attention of the cultivation realm, and the name and supernatural powers of the Natal Flying Sword have long been "exposed" and spread in some specific circles.

The natal flying sword of the Great Sikou, the name of the sword is Yima, and the three-foot building of the Tai'a Sword Pavilion has been rated as a grade of the second grade, and it has unique magical powers.

Gu Yi Qianyan knows that Yima can shuttle through the heart lake of others at will, cut off the thoughts of others at will, or make it difficult for others to restrain the heart ape Yima, the heart lake is flooded with thousands of thoughts, and Yima can carry a grain of the master's heart to make it spy on the heart lake of others.

The use of this flying sword is extremely mysterious, just imagine, if you want to listen to the enemy's secrets, you only need to let the opponent think about it when the enemy is unprepared and slack, and then use Yima to cut off those useless thoughts, only keep the one you need, so that Yima can successfully steal the secrets in the hearts of others.

And if it is to fight with the enemy, use Yima to detect the enemy's thoughts in advance, or cut off the enemy's key thoughts, it can be imagined how much impact it will have on the dangerous battle situation that is missed by a thousand miles.

This kind of flying sword supernatural power that can come and go through other people's hearts, listen to thoughts, and tamper with other people's thoughts to a certain extent is simply incredible in Yi Qianyan's opinion, and what makes her strange is that with such magical powers, the three-foot building of the Sword Pavilion only gave a second-class evaluation, and it did not enter the first class.

Yi Qianyan had some guesses, probably because the divine power of this natal flying sword had some restrictions and constraints, and it might not be as exaggerated as it sounded.

But no matter what, the first-class or second-class natal flying sword is unattainable for Yi Qianyan, even if she is a Yuanying realm sword cultivator who has achieved great success in the eyes of others, but the natal flying sword rank is purely fateful, and the same as the cultivation qualifications, some people are born to be the pride of the sky, and they are unbeatable, while some people can only stand at the foot of the mountain forever, let alone catch up, and they don't even have the qualifications to climb the mountain.

Most of the time, innate aptitude is more important than acquired effort!

Thinking of this, she thought of the Zhao boy who was killed by this animal in this bloody case.

It's a pity.

She has seen that young man a few times, although she is not a law enforcement monk of the Sikou Mansion, and this time she only happened to be close to the Great Sikou to be called to help, but a Sword Pavilion Tianjiao like the disciple of the Great Sikou, she will still find a chance to take a look, after all, as long as she does not die young, the objects of this kind of sect's key cultivation can almost grow into the pillars of the Sword Pavilion in the future and work with her. Therefore, if you know in advance, you can send some "small things" to you, and you may be able to make a good fate.

The Zhao boy is really powerful, and he has been among the best in several sect competitions, and it seems that he is still clumsy. I heard that he has two natal flying swords, and the grade is not low, as for what kind of "not low" method, Da Si Kou did not elaborate, but looking at his smiling expression, it is estimated that a second class did not run.

However, a genius is called a genius precisely because he has not grown up, and she has seen a lot of geniuses who have fallen halfway like this, so she can only warn herself to be extremely careful when cultivating disciples in the future.

However, this Zhao clan is indeed at the peak of kendo luck.

In addition to this fallen Zhao boy, I heard that there is a Zhao girl in the Taiqing Mansion, who entered the Xiaoyao Mansion at the age of sixteen, alas, the old lady only went through the standard procedures to enter the Xiaoyao Mansion from the Fuyao Mansion to the Tianzhi Realm, and those who can enter the Mansion in advance are demons.

In other words, are young people so fierce now?

After a while, as if she had received some news, she stretched her eyebrows, took out a dragon net from Sumeru, and ingested the demon corpse into it.

Immediately afterwards, the top of his head slid down, and the sword light flashed, and he left in an instant.

Leaving only the ground full of wolves and a huge pit, it is conceivable that after a few heavy rains, this is another Bitan.