In the courtyard of the Wang family, a few branches of apricot trees quietly stretched out of the wall.

Autumn is thick, the apricot leaves are a little yellow, a gust of wind blows, a few fallen leaves dance, one of them, falls on the bamboo sword of the green forest, immediately divided into two.

Immediately, like in the cold winter wax moon, it was invaded by the cold and instantly covered with a layer of frost.

At this time, the autumn wind was just right, but Jiang San felt an inexplicable chill, subconsciously shrank his body, and scolded secretly, damn it, is it going to change the sky.

The ancestor of the Wang family looked at the bamboo sword in Qinglin's hand, and his expression became solemn.

Qinglin horizontal sword moved lightly, and when the fallen leaves fell on the sword body, the body moved with it, fluttering like autumn leaves, and the movements were indescribably elegant.

The pupils of the ancestor of the Wang family contracted instantly, Qinglin's figure seemed to be slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning, he didn't have time to think about it, he turned to the side, wanting to avoid the edge for the time being, but no matter how he dodged, the bamboo sword still stabbed straight at him, and there was no way to avoid it.

The old man snorted coldly, stood still, the sea of qi in his body gushed out of the endless qi, wrapped in his hand, and grabbed the bamboo sword, wanting to grab the blade with his bare hands.

As soon as he touched the sword body, a chilling aura instantly cut a wound on the palm of the old man's hand, and a frost spread from the palm of his hand.

The old man was taken aback, this sword qi was really weird and domineering, it was not trivial, he had taken precautions this time, and he tried his best, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't resist this strange cold qi.

He hurriedly withdrew his palm, using the qi in his body to resist the frost on his hand, and at the same time, his other hand grabbed Qinglin's wrist holding the sword.

With a slight twist of Qinglin's wrist, the bamboo sword swept in front of him, and the old man was forced to retreat, his chin and beard were swept by the bamboo sword qi, and he was immediately covered with a layer of frost.

Qinglin did not hesitate, and the bamboo sword in his hand followed closely at the old man who was retreating backwards.

After taking seven or eight steps back, the old man had no way to retreat, so he had to gather the qi of his whole body to his uninjured left hand, and at an extremely tricky angle, he grabbed Qinglin's throat and fought to the death.

The old man's technique is extremely skillful, but Qinglin's bamboo sword is faster, along the old man's arm, the bamboo sword is close to his body, slightly on the side of his head, the old man's claws are empty, but the bamboo sword in Qinglin's hand is straight above the old man's throat, as long as he is more than an inch forward, he can kill with one blow.

Behind Qinglin, the apricot leaf, which had been split in two by the bamboo sword before, was quietly landing at this moment.

The awe-inspiring sword intent of the bamboo sword made the old man's heart as cold as water, but beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"You lost. ”

Qinglin put down the bamboo sword, lightly stepped on the ground, and the whole person swept back to Jiang San's side, leaving only the frightened old man.

Jiang San couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

He hadn't read any books, and he didn't know what words to use to describe Qinglin at the moment.

Be unparalled anywhere in the world?

Invincible?

Magnificent?

No, no... These are too superficial to describe Qinglin's power.

Thinking about it, Jiang San only thought of one word...

Awesome!

This is a widely circulated oral phrase among the ruffians and scoundrels in Qingyang Town, similar to "Lying Groove" and "Nima" and the like...

In that battle just now, Jiang San only saw Qinglin hand out a sword and then drifted back to his side, if it weren't for the sentence "You lost", I don't know what was going on, all this happened too fast, so fast that people couldn't react.

Jiang San's heart was full of joy, seeing that the old man's right hand was dripping blood, and his face was shocked but helpless.

"Hey, old guy, people have to count, it was my brother who won just now, I didn't say you, if it weren't for our brother seeing that you were old and didn't do your best, you would have burped now.

If you make a mistake, you must admit it, and stand firm when beaten.

Remember what you said, from now on, stay at home and don't go anywhere, if you dare to go out and cause trouble again, my brother will never let you go. ”

The ancestor of the Wang family was a little distracted.

Who is he? He is the real controller of the Wang family, and his strength has reached the first-class master of the Four-Rank Heavenly Spirit Realm, how could he be defeated by a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy?

But reality slapped him hard...

The old man only felt that the qi in his body was surging, and a mouthful of blood gushed into his heart, and he forcibly swallowed it again.

He looked at Qinglin, the high-spirited young man with the bamboo sword on his back, how similar was it to the person ten years ago?

Ten years ago in the depths of memory.

At that time, two strange people came to Qingyang Town.

A teenager traveled with a girl, and was bullied by some splashes in the town, but he was beaten by the teenager, and among the beaters, several of them were the dogs of his Wang family, so he went to the Wang family to find someone to ask for help.

It just so happened that he had nothing to do that day, and he wanted to go out for a walk, and by the way, he taught the boy from other places, but he never thought that after doing it, he would be suppressed by the young man with his strength in the five-grade body realm at that time!

This incident made him lose face and cast a shadow on his heart.

It wasn't until three years ago that he knew that the young man who suppressed him with one hand at the beginning was actually Mr. Qing Fei, who is now known as one of the thirteen leaders of Long Yin, and he was the real speaker of Qing Ting City.

Although he was defeated, he was still glorious, the knot in his heart was untied, and under the epiphany, he actually let him break through to the four-grade heavenly spirit realm in one fell swoop, which made him ecstatic.

Now, after his strength has soared, he has been defeated by a young man again, and this scene is like a lifetime.

I thought that there could be many people in the world who were perverted like that chess leader Qingfei?

Unexpectedly, after ten years, he met such a freak again, which made him feel uneasy in his heart, and his mood was damaged, if there was no chance, I am afraid that he would not want to take half a step forward in his life.

Qinglin didn't pay any attention to this old man who had lost his soul, and went far away with Jiang San and the others.

When the figures of a few people completely disappeared from sight, a junior of the Wang family walked up to his ancestor tremblingly and said in a low voice:

"Ancestor, let them swagger away with the gold collar like this, if there is anything wrong in the future and the secret is exposed, it will not be good. ”

The old man stared at him coldly: "Then do you have the ability to snatch it back?"

The man hurriedly lowered his head, what kind of joke was he making, his ancestor's cultivation was so high, he couldn't pass three moves, and he had a good use when he went up.

After a long silence, the old man, who was already gray, looked a little older, and sighed, his eyes full of exhaustion: "It seems that my Wang family's strength has been exhausted, it is really providential." ”

The desolation in the words is like a few apricot trees in the courtyard, blown by the autumn wind, the fallen leaves wither, and a little bleak.

The ancestor of the Wang family suddenly sneered, and a touch of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Since my Wang family is not doing well, how can I make them happy. ”

When the junior who hung his head and was silent heard this, he immediately probed: "Ancestor, do you want to find someone to take revenge on them?"

The old man shook his head: "That young man is unfathomable, we are definitely not opponents, otherwise the Wang family will invite a catastrophe." ”

"That's according to the meaning of the Ancestor..."

The old man thought for a long time, and said word by word: "The existence of an ancient secret realm, I'm afraid it will alarm the entire Long Yin!"

The man was shocked: "You want to reveal the secret of the gold collar?"

The old man was indifferent, this great luck, since their Wang family was not tight, they couldn't let it easily fall into the hands of others.

...

In a small inn in Qingyang Town, Sister Qing has woken up, her body is very weak now, she can't move, but her consciousness is very clear.

Mu Li took out another hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, Jiang San crushed it, and Qinglin was decocting it for her.

Then she heard three big men discussing how to go to Qing Court City and find the elixir of the living dead and flesh and bones for her.

Since she was abducted and sold into Piaoxiang Courtyard, she has never enjoyed the thoughtfulness and gentleness of others, Jiang San has a good relationship with her, but the words that pop up from time to time can make her half angry.

Now there are still people who go thousands of miles to Qing Court City to find medicine for her, a dirty woman.

Her heart felt very warm, but she still said the words:

"A few sons don't have to be like this, I'm just a woman who has fallen into the dust, my life is cheaper than ants, you have this heart, I am already very grateful, how can I let you go thousands of miles away for me, it's not worth it..."

Qinglin put the decocted medicine at the head of the bed and fanned it to cool off, and shook his head:

"You took a big risk last night, went to the north of Zhenbei in more than seven miles alone, reported to Jiang San, and gave him all his savings, have you ever thought about whether it is worth it?

I don't think you even thought about it at the time.

Because you have never complained about this situation.

So, I'll tell you now, I think you're a very good person, I want to treat you as a friend, it doesn't matter if you're a dusty woman or not, I went to Qing Court City to ask for medicine, it's my own choice, it's not worth it..."

Sister Qing's eyes were red, and she wanted to say something more.

Jiang San took the medicine after it was cold and fed it into her mouth with a spoon, blocking what she was going to say next.

"The doctor said, you should drink more medicine and talk less now. ”

"Smack..."

A crystal teardrop dripped from the corner of Sister Qing's eye and fell on the head of the bed...