Qin Moran killed the other party with a single sword, and he didn't even blink his eyes, as if he was just killing chickens and dogs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Such coldness looked at the eyes of the Zhuwu stall owner, and he almost broke his guts, and couldn't help shouting loudly: "Oh, kill someone!"

"Boss Zhao, come on, Xuefeng has been killed! If you don't come, the murderer will run away!"

Regardless of this person's loud call, Qin Moran had no intention of leaving at all, holding the ghost-headed broadsword and retreating a few meters slightly, avoiding the blood mist spewed out by the scar-faced man, and stood not far away and watched coldly, waiting for the cultivator to call someone over.

Before he could shout, he saw the crowd shaking in the distance, and a big man hurried over to watch the crowd, this person's face was quite similar to Zhao Xuefeng, he was slightly taller, and he was a seventh-level cultivator of the foundation building, presumably his brother.

The visitor caught a glimpse of the human head in the pool of blood, his eyes suddenly turned bloody, and he howled bitterly: "Second brother!", two lines of turbid tears rolled down, and then turned his head, and asked with a hideous expression: "Hu Han, who killed the second child?"

The tall young man pointed at Qin Moran and said loudly: "Big brother, it's him, the guy with the hat is the murderer." The second brother was defenseless, and was secretly attacked by this person, and the second brother's head was cut off with one sword!"

Hearing this, the Zhuqi cultivator turned his head and stared at Qin Moran fiercely with a pair of triangular eyes: "Well, you dare to kill people in public, don't you think that there is no one in my Beilu Market?"

Seeing the murderer's relaxed expression, the Zhao brother temporarily suppressed the killing intent in his heart, and the revenge of killing his brother would have to be avenged sooner or later, but before he figured out the strength of the other party, he didn't want to make a reckless move.

This person was able to kill the second child of Zhuliu with one sword, and he did not flee in a hurry, obviously he also had some support, at this moment, he saw that he was a strong man in the later stage of building the foundation, and he was also a relaxed freehand that did not change his face, obviously the cultivation of this murderer was by no means the cultivation of Zhuer that his appearance revealed.

Boss Zhao thought that he was not sure of victory, so he pursed his lips, and after a while, two more people quickly arrived.

One of these two is a cultivator of Zhuba, and the other is a cultivator of the second level of Jindan.

"Snow Mountain, what do you call me?" Before the Eight Cultivators arrived, the sound came first, and when they arrived at the scene, they couldn't help frowning when they saw Zhao Xuefeng's head, and raised their hand to Qin Inran and said, "Could it be that this guy killed Xue Feng?"

Qin Moran was most annoyed by others pointing at him with his fingers, so he snorted coldly: "Boy, if you dare to point your buddy again, believe it or not, I'll chop off my claws for you!"

"Oh, what a big temper!" The cultivator who built eight exclaimed exaggeratedly, seeing that Qin was indifferent and fearless, without understanding the strength of the opponent, he didn't want to be the first bird, so he turned his arm without a trace, and patted Zhao Xueshan lightly on the shoulder, "Xueshan, mourn!

As he spoke, the Jindan second-level cultivator also came to the scene, this person was about fifty years old, with a big square face and a rather majestic face.

"See Senior Luo!" The people present regarded this person's cultivation as the highest, and all the onlookers and cultivators bowed one after another.

It turned out that there was a Jindan second-level cultivator in the background, no wonder this Zhao Xuefeng was so rampant, and he was going to do that snatching thing in the blue sky.

Qin Moran's heart was dark, and he glanced at the Jindan real person coldly, his face did not change, and he did not mean to be polite at all.

Well, Jin Dan Zhenren, buddies have killed a lot, just Jin Dan is only second-level, with the power of the hundred sword tricks now, even if he fights head-on, he can't fall behind.

"What's going on?" Luo surnamed Jin Dan really had a lot of aura, raised his eyes and looked around, his eyes glanced at the ghost head big knife in Qin Moran's hand, his eyes shrank slightly, his eyes glanced at the flame sand gourd, and the cheek muscles twitched uncontrollably.

"Luo Baozhi, you have to call the shots for me!" Zhao Xueshan saw the person who came, and immediately put on an expression of a bitter master, "I don't know where the madman came from, he killed the second child of our family in the blue sky and daytime! Luo Baozhi, we can't let this kid run away easily!"

The cultivator surnamed Luo frowned: "As the protector of the Beixuan Cultivator Market, Luo should maintain the safety of this place. However, everything has a cause and must have an effect, and since this Daoist brother killed Xue Feng, it is obvious that there must be a hidden secret. The so-called justice is in the hearts of the people, everyone present, who has seen the murder of this Taoist friend, you might as well talk about it. ”

As soon as the words fell, the young man named Hu Han jumped out. This person walked quickly to Zhao Xueshan's side and stood still, and said with anger on his face: "Junior Hu Han, see Luo Support." Today's events, the younger generation can see clearly. Raising his hand and stretching out his index finger, he pointed at Qin Insan, and wanted to speak.

Oops, pointing at the buddy with his claws again, the anger in Qin Moran's heart was really difficult to suppress, and he couldn't say that he snorted coldly: "Give you three breaths to put down your claws, didn't your father and mother teach you, isn't it rude to point at people like this?"

There was a Jindan second-level cultivator present, plus one Zhuqi and one Zhuba two foundation building cultivators as the backstage, Hu Han was bold, shook his fingers, and looked at Qin Mo Ran at the door, and said with a cruel smile: "Three breath time? It really frightens me, I just point at you, at you, at you, at you, three breaths, five breaths, ten breaths, what can you do with me?"

Three-breath time flies by in an instant.

Hu Han thought to himself that someone would support him, and that arrogance and arrogance would be mentioned. Shaking his arm and pointing at Qin Moran, with an expression of righteous indignation, he opened his mouth and said nonsense: "The weapon in this guy's hand, no, it should be a murder weapon." It was lost by the eldest brother of Snow Mountain in his early years, and today he was seen by the second brother, so he wanted to take it back. The second brother is benevolent and righteous, for the sake of the stability of my Beiyang market, he doesn't want to embarrass this person, and even prefers to subsidize this guy for twenty spirits. However, this person's attitude was very bad, not only did he refuse to return the Zhao family's family heirloom sword, but he also suddenly beheaded the second brother! This is what happened, and he also asked Senior Luo to uphold justice. ”

Hu Han provoked in public, Qin indifferently snorted coldly, glanced at him indifferently, and smiled, this guy is a person who is going to die, he has to be angry with him, is it worth it? Hmph, later, there will be times when he regrets it.

"This knife, is it really your Zhao family's family heirloom knife?" the cultivator surnamed Luo turned his head and asked Zhao Xueshan.

Zhao Xueshan's eyes rolled, "Yes, this knife is called Yanling Knife, it is the heirloom knife of my Zhao family, and it has always been kept by me!"

The cultivator surnamed Luo said: "I have always heard that Zhao Xueshan has a good stick technique, and it turns out that he also has considerable attainments in knife skills. Luo also likes to use knives, and he should learn one or two another day!"

The more Qin Moran listened, the more strange he became, this Jindan second-level cultivator spoke, not only did he not mean to help Zhao Xueshan, but he had a lot of difficulties, this helping fist was too unprofessional.

Zhao Xuefeng was stunned for a moment, then hugged his fists and said: "Zhao is blunt and can't understand the essence of the knife, so he abandoned the knife and used the stick, and has been keeping the Yanling knife at home, who knew that it was burglarized ten years ago, and he didn't expect to meet a thief who stole the knife here today." actually killed Zhao's second brother. It doesn't matter if the knife is gone, but people can't be resurrected after death, Xuefeng is less than 100 years old and is already a sixth-level cultivation of the foundation, so there should not be much suspense in this life. My Zhao family finally came up with such a genius, but unexpectedly he was cut off by this guy, this revenge is not shared, and I also ask Luo to uphold justice. ”

"Hehe" The cultivator surnamed Luo sneered: "Luo is just a small Jindan real person, and his duty is nothing more than to protect the safety of the Beili Market and prevent the demon beasts in the Yak Forest and the Taxia Desert from transiting." As for the dispute between you and this Taoist friend, it is a transaction dispute, and Luo can't listen to Hu Han's words. Which is right and which is wrong, Luo cannot make a judgment, and he has no ability to execute the judgment. It's better for both of you to solve it on your own, this fellow Daoist, do you think Luo's suggestion is good?"

"Luo Daoyou's handling like this, it's really good!" Qin Moran arched his hand to show his gratitude, he was also a cultivator of the Northern Xuan, and this person surnamed Luo was able to maintain neutrality, which was already considered to be a favor for himself.

Hearing Luo's words, Zhao Xueshan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Qin Moran again, and even quietly probed with his divine thoughts, seeing that the breath of this guy was indeed Zhuer's cultivation, thinking about the superiority of his own side, so he said loudly: "Luo Huzhi is reasonable, the so-called revenge of killing my brother is not the same as the sky, and this matter should be avenged by me, who is my brother!"

As he spoke, this person made a void move, and a purple copper long stick suddenly appeared in his palm, pointing at Qin Indifferently and said: "That little thief, you and I have no common enemy, do you dare to fight with me to the death?"

"Fight is a fight, surnamed Zhao, you might as well invite a few more helpers. Qin Moran showed a bright smile, "There are a few more people on Huangquan Road, but it's not lonely." ”

"Why do you need to ask someone to help you, I, Zhao Xueshan, am here, counting the Hu Han brothers, plus the Lu Feng brothers, with us here, boy, you are dead!" Zhao Xueshan put the long stick in his hand on the ground, and suddenly made a muffled sound, and the long stick sank into the stone slab on the ground more than two feet, but the cyan stone slab did not show the slightest crack.

A stick of gravel can be done by mortals. But like Zhao Xueshan, it is not easy to pierce the stone slab with a stick without the slightest crack. This stick obviously has the heart of prestige.

This quarrel had already provoked the cultivators of the entire Beilu Market to come and watch, and when they saw the power of Zhao Xueshan's stick, many people nodded their heads in approval.

"I say everybody. The cultivator surnamed Luo coughed lightly, "As the protector of the Beilu Market, Luo should maintain the order here, and you need to know that the market is a place of trading, not a place for fighting and killing. A few of you don't dare to stop Luo Mou in the decisive battle of life and death, but please go out of the market to find a quiet feng shui treasure place, and bury it on the spot if you die. Several, please!"

"That's very good! Wu that little thief, if there is a kind of going out with Zhao, let's not die!" Zhao Xueshan roared, and his breath became more and more violent.

Yo ho, if you want to fight to the death, it's just too good.

Qin nodded indifferently, it was considered a battle, and he turned around and wanted to walk outside the market.

As soon as Hu Han and Lu Feng rolled up their sleeves, they wanted to follow.

But I heard the cultivator surnamed Naluo ask as if unintentionally: "Dare to ask this fellow Daoist, is this gourd on his shoulder a flame sand gourd?"