Qinglin withdrew the bamboo sword, the sword body did not drip blood, and let Wang Xin's body fall to the ground.

He said to Jiang San and Mu Li behind him: "Sister Qing is in a firewood room on the left side of the backyard, and there is still breath, you go and rescue her, I am here." ”

Jiang San was so impressed by Qinglin's actions that he threw himself to the ground, and the so-called senior masters on the rivers and lakes, the merry swordsmen, in his opinion, were not as chic as Qinglin.

What is Jianghu and what is Merry?

Only people like Qinglin are the real romance in this huge rivers and lakes, and others are a fart!

[You have to die today, it's useless for anyone to come, I said. 】

Just rushed to this sentence, if the situation didn't allow it, Jiang San almost knelt down for Qinglin on the spot, not flattery, but worship from the heart.

No one stopped Jiang San and Mu Li's footsteps, because there was the young man with the bamboo sword in his hand in front of him.

The methods of the teenager are obvious to all.

Wang Xin's cultivation is profound, and he has been rampant in Qingyang Town for more than ten years, but he was killed by a little-known teenager in the blink of an eye.

Even the ancestor of the Wang family, who had been in seclusion for many years, made a move, but it failed to change this ending.

No one dared to make a head bird at this time, and used his life to test the edge of the bamboo sword in the young man's hand.

The ancestor of the Wang family dispelled the cold qi in his body and looked at Wang Xin who fell to the ground, his face was extremely ugly.

What a shame it is to be killed in the mansion and kill the junior with a sword in front of him?

The Wang family has stood in Qingyang Town for hundreds of years, and this is the first time.

Of course, this matter could not be settled so easily, and that thing was in their hands.

After the short handover of Fang Cai, although the ancestor of the Wang family suffered a dark loss, he did not think that Qinglin's cultivation was above him.

In a hurry just now, he didn't use all his strength, and the young man's sword aura was mixed with a strange cold aura, and he was unprepared and caught off guard.

But he never dared to underestimate this young man.

He was thinking about how to take down the young man in front of him without paying the price that made his heart ache.

If it was a lose-lose situation, it would not be the result he wanted.

Qinglin Hengjian stood in place, and the two sides confronted each other like this, and no one took the lead in speaking.

Soon, Jiang San and Mu Li returned here with the dying Sister Qing.

Qinglin saw the scarred Sister Qing, the corners of her mouth tightened, checked the injury for her, and found that her hand and foot tendons were all broken, there was too much blood loss in her body, and the whole person showed a pale color.

"I ground a piece of He Shou Wu into powder and fed it to her, her life should be fine, but..."

It's just that from now on, Sister Qing will become a waste person, a waste person who can only lie in bed for the rest of her life, can't move, and needs to be served.

The saddest thing was Jiang San, when he saw Sister Qing's miserable first look, tears rolled in his eyes.

He scolded his mother vigorously and slapped himself in the mouth a few times, and this matter can be traced back to the root of the matter, which is all caused by him.

"No matter what she becomes, Lao Tzu will not leave her, she will become a waste for me, Lao Tzu will be a parent, feed her three meals a day for the rest of her life, and serve her to eat, drink and Lazar!"

Qinglin patted him on the shoulder, persuaded him not to be so pessimistic, and told him that there are some elixirs in this world, but the living dead, flesh and bones, although Sister Qing's muscles and veins are picked, as long as she finds the elixir and feeds her to eat, she can recover as before.

"Is there such a thing?" Jiang San was pleasantly surprised.

Mu Li said on the side: "It is true that there is this kind of elixir in the world, but that kind of treasure, which is finger-worthy, must be in the hands of those big people in Long Yin, and it is not easy to find it." ”

Jiang San wiped his eyes and said stubbornly: "I don't care, as long as there is this elixir, even if I die, I will find it, you just tell me where it is." ”

Mu Li was silent for a while, and then slowly spoke: "Qing Court City, City Lord's Mansion." ”

At this time, Jiang San was also silent.

Qing Court City is one of the top ten cities in Longyin.

There are 18 counties of the Qing court, nearly 1,000 towns, and 100,000 soldiers, all of which are dispatched and managed by the city lord's mansion.

Everyone knows that the Qing Court City Lord's Mansion is a super-first-class force in Long Yin, and the masters in the mansion are like clouds.

The three major commanders, Meng Huo, Yi Zhengqing, and Su Kai are all genuine masters of the upper three grades, and their cultivation is at the peak and has a good reputation.

And there is a "Qingyu Guard" that countless other people are afraid of.

Although the city lord Shangguan Qingqing is a girl who has not reached the crown, no matter how talented she is, she is an absolute leader among her peers.

But this is not the most important thing, the important thing is that the real speaker of Qing Court City is Mr. Dragonfly.

The strange man whose name shook Long Yin, cultivated to the world, and had unparalleled intelligence, was the seventh-ranked "chess leader" Dragonfly of Long Yin's thirteen kui.

If there was really such an elixir in Qing Court City, it would definitely only appear in the City Lord's Mansion.

Jiang San couldn't help but feel a little desperate.

The Qing Court City Lord's Mansion is thousands of miles away from Qingyang Town, not to mention whether he can reach it smoothly, even if he arrives, how can he enter the City Lord's Mansion?

Take 10,000 steps back, even if he successfully entered the City Lord's Mansion, how could he ask people for pills?

Is the City Lord's Mansion familiar with him?

Does he Jiang San have a big face?

A little person like him, people won't care about it at all...

Stealing... Secret robbery?

With Jiang San's skills, when he peeked at Widow Wang's bath, it was difficult to climb over the wall...

Is it possible to go to Mr. Dragonfly to fight?

Forget it... 10,000 lives are not enough to die.

The more Jiang San thought about it, the more desperate he became, he went to Qing Court City from here, and then mixed into the City Lord's Mansion from Qing Court City, and then successfully retrieved the pill from the City Lord's Mansion, no matter how he thought about it, his hope was infinitely close to zero.

There is just no hope.

"I went to Qing Ting City to ask for medicine. ”

Qinglin's words made Jiang San and Mu Li stunned at the same time.

"You!"

Qinglin nodded: "Yes." ”

Jiang San was stunned, he really couldn't figure out what the young man in front of him was.

Qinglin saw through his mind and answered him.

"You are all my friends, besides, Sister Qing is very good, I can help her do what you can, I think it's okay. ”

Hearing the word "friend", Jiang San's eyes turned red again, he was a scoundrel in the eyes of others, a trotting hall in Piaoxiang Courtyard, except for Sister Qing, no one had ever looked up to him.

The world is cold and warm, and human nature is cold, he has tasted enough in this life.

I didn't expect that there were still people in this world who were willing to treat him as a friend.

There are also mixed tastes in Mu Centrifuge, and an amazing person like Qinglin should never have intersected with a little person like him in his life.

However, the world is impermanent, Qinglin not only saved him, but also gave him a creation after killing the white old fox, and also helped him kill the enemies who did not share the sky.

Such kindness cannot be repaid.

It's just that after hearing the young man's words of being a friend, Mu Li was relieved again.

He smiled in his heart: If you are a friend, then I will keep this life, and it is not too much to stick a knife in my friend's ribs in the future.

...

A few people ignored the ancestor of the Wang family, and talked there wantonly, discussing finding a place to settle down first, and then pondering the matter of going to the Qing court city.

After the discussion, a few people walked away.

The old ancestor of the Wang family, whose hair was white, shouted angrily: "Shall I let you go? What kind of place are you in the Wang family, you can come if you want, and you can leave if you want!"

My dignified ancestor of the Wang family, a genuine master of the Four-Rank Heavenly Spirit Realm, is it so unexistent?

Qinglin stopped and said seriously: "My grandfather won't let me kill innocents indiscriminately, and I don't like to kill people." ”

The ancestor of the Wang family immediately exploded.

What does this mean?

Treat me as nothing?

Except for that person, I hadn't seen anyone so crazy in front of him in all these years.

"Arrogant boy, you kill my juniors, take away my family heirlooms, and just leave, if it is passed out, how can I gain a foothold in this world. ”

"And what do you want?"

The ancestor of the Wang family narrowed his eyes slightly, and said coldly: "Let's stretch out our hands again, you won, all this should have happened today, my Wang has drawn the ground as a prison, and I will never step out of the house half a step in this life, if I lose... Hmph..."

Qinglin nodded without hesitation: "Okay." ”

Seeing that the plan succeeded, the ancestor of the Wang family sneered in his heart.

The ginger is still old and spicy, and the other party is still too tender after all.

He was not very sure that he would leave Qinglin, so he deliberately made this statement.

If he wins, he will definitely take advantage of the victory to chase after them, get rid of these juniors quickly, and regain the treasure.

Lost, it's just a matter of drawing the ground as a prison and a promise, counting it as a ball...