Zhang Qingshan felt that the hairs all over his body were upside down, and the muscles in his whole body instantly tensed. This is an extremely dangerous signal, and when he first trains in the system, he always feels like this before he dies.

Without thinking about it, he subconsciously flashed to the side.

"Ding!"

A short sword flashed from where Zhang Qingshan was sitting and stuck on the table, the sword body still trembling.

Zhang Qingshan immediately turned his head, and a group of people walked over from the side. Feng Shijie is among them.

"Are you Zhang Qingshan?" The leader was holding a long sword, with one hand behind his back, with a cold face, especially looking at people's eyes, squinting slightly, leaving only a slight gap, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

"He Yingjie, you are too blind to no one, you dare to make a move here, do you really think that the Bishan Sword Sect is invincible in the world?" Qiu Tianming stood up and slapped the table and roared.

He Yingjie raised his eyebrows, took a step, and pointed out the sword with the sheath in his hand sharply, "What kind of thing are you Qiu Tianming, dare to roar in front of me?"

He Yingming's hand was sudden, and Qiu Tianming didn't have time to react at all.

Zhang Qingshan has been paying attention to this person, and he moved as soon as he made a move, moving violently without a shadow, his body was like lightning, and before the sword stabbed Qiu Tianming, he reached out and grabbed the sword pointed out by He Yingjie.

"What kind of thing are you, rushing here to be unscrupulous?" Zhang Qingshan's internal force was running, his right hand pinched the scabbard stiffly, and said in a deep voice.

"Look for death!"

He Yingjie let out a low roar, the internal force in his body suddenly exploded, he took a step forward again, and the ground was cracked by his foot, and the terrifying power was directly transmitted from the sword body.

Zhang Qingshan also gathered all his internal force into his right hand, and he pushed forward violently.

The two forces collided.

"Bang!"

Zhang Qingshan and He Yingjie suddenly retreated, and Zhang Qingshan grabbed He Yingjie's scabbard in his hand. He Yingjie held the hilt of the sword in his hand, and when he saw the scabbard in Zhang Qingshan's hand, his face suddenly became gloomy.

The two of them didn't say a word, they both stared at each other.

"Little doll, don't move!" Zheng Zhongxiang's voice suddenly came lazily.

He had been holding the stick and resting against the side. At this time, he suddenly opened his eyes, his body flashed, and he appeared in front of He Yingjie, and his violent voice suddenly broke out: "What are you? Dare to roar on the territory of my Three Rivers Gang?

Zheng Zhongxiang's cloak danced in the wind, and his eyes were wide with anger, like an angry beast, and his momentum was terrifying, as if he was going to eat people at any time.

He Yingjie's face changed, and at this time, he felt Zheng Zhongxiang's terrifying momentum, but he didn't dare to speak anyway.

"Old Ghost Zheng, what kind of ability is it to scare a child?" Behind He Yingjie, a middle-aged man walked out with a smile, his sword behind his back, wearing a coarse cloth coat, as if he was an ordinary person.

Zheng Zhongxiang sneered, "I'm going to scare him? You bite me? Tianming, you remember for me, what is the Bishan Sword Sect, as long as he dares to be arrogant, you will beat him up for me, the Three Rivers Gang is not afraid of the Bishan Sword Sect, it's a big deal to start a war, you know?"

"Got it, Uncle Zheng!" Qiu Tianming's eyes lit up and he replied.

"Get out! take a step forward and break your dog's legs!" Zheng Zhongxiang turned around, dropped this sentence, completely ignored the middle-aged man, and returned to the place where he started, continuing to hold the stick and close his eyes to rest.

The middle-aged man didn't care either, and patted He Yingjie on the shoulder, "Go back!"

"Wait!" Zhang Qingshan squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and pulled out the short sword nailed to the table, "He Yingjie, is it?

"Whew!"

After speaking, Zhang Qingshan threw out the short sword in his hand suddenly, and the internal force was infused, like a dart, and stabbed directly towards He Yingjie.

He Yingjie was still stunned at this time, and he didn't have time to react. The middle-aged man suddenly reached out and grabbed the short sword, he glanced at Zhang Qingshan coldly, and reached out to throw the short sword away. He smiled, didn't speak, and walked away.

He Yingjie glared at Zhang Qingshan fiercely, the murderous intent in his eyes was undisguised, and he followed the middle-aged man and left.

"Brother Zhang, domineering!" Qiu Tianming gave Zhang Qingshan a thumbs up and said with a smile.

Zhang Qingshan shrugged his shoulders, Zheng Zhongxiang was really domineering just now, and he didn't dare to move with one sentence, even the elders didn't dare to do anything.

Strength! This is the strength of a second-rate master! No matter what kind of Bishan Sword Sect you are, if you dare to take a step forward, I will kill you.

If you also have the strength of a second-rate master, why worry about Lin Buyi?

"Whew!"

Zhang Qingshan let out a long breath, this time the inheritance of the Heavenly Sword Old Man must be obtained. Not only to get the inheritance, but also to be a blockbuster, which is terrifying!

Fame is made, and it is definitely not humble.

"Come, sit down for a while, it shouldn't be long before there is news!" Qiu Tianming said.

......

Until the next morning, there was no news from the people in the mountains and forests. All rested at the base of the mountain for the night.

"Brother Zhang, you have entered Cangshan, where do you say this inheritance will be?" Qiu Tianming was bored, and the people in the mountains did not spread any news.

"I don't know. Zhang Qingshan shook his head.

"Cangshan is so wide, the devil knows when to find it. Qiu Tianming leaned back in his chair and was about to fall asleep.

The next day, there was still no news.

On the third day, when Qiu Tianming was almost about to lose his patience, an arrow suddenly sounded in the sky. Immediately after, a series of arrows rang out in the air.

Everyone stood up almost at the same time.

"Into the mountains!"

A large number of people immediately began to set off, and Cangshan immediately ushered in the most lively one.

Zhang Qingshan, Qiu Tianming and others also immediately pulled out, and it didn't take long for someone in the mountain to hurriedly come out to lead the way.

The group walked very quickly in the mountains and forests, because there were many people, they had already walked through the road, and it was much easier than when Zhang Qingshan entered the mountain.

More than an hour later, Zhang Qingshan and the others arrived at their destination.

However, when Zhang Qingshan arrived, his eyes were about to pop out.

"Is it really related to the herb picker?"

The stream in front of him was clear, and although the stilted building was in ruins, he remembered the familiar appearance clearly. This is the residence of the herb pickers she and Chen Chong went to. Here he was still having an unpleasant quarrel with Qin Zhu.

"Brother Zhang, just in the back mountain of this ruin, our people found the cemetery, and the name of the old man of the Heavenly Sword was engraved on the tombstone!" said Qiu Tianming in the direction of the ruins of the stilted building.

Zhang Qingshan suppressed the doubts in his heart, forgetting the past, not far from the ruins, the mountains are open, where there is already a large circle of people, it is not lively at the moment.

"Brother Zhang, there will definitely be a vicious battle in the future, especially with the people of the Bishan Sword Sect, they will definitely target us, Brother Zhang must be careful, in case of danger, you can ask Uncle Zheng for help!" Qiu Tianming explained.

Zhang Qingshan nodded: "Brother Qiu is also careful!"

"Let's go, go over and have a look!" Qiu Tianming said.