Vol 2 Chapter 38: Qi practitioner

A screaming groan, a sleek, light-blue flying sword flying like a bamboo leaf in the sleeves of the green robes, fluttering around his body, spreading out countless swords, just like there are countless bamboo leaves constantly Sprinkle. .
His face was slightly white and stared at the red sword that was looming in the darkness. It was just silent, letting the red sword sneak into the bottom of the foot and letting himself and his companions have no means of detecting it, it means the other side. The realm is above itself.
If he is the first to take the shot, he will already die.
The sound of footsteps was introduced to him and Ding Ning's ear.
His face was paler, and even the nervous man with his sweat on his forehead was carrying a man with no feet and appeared in the sight of Ding Ning and Ding Ning.
At first glance, Ding Ning, who was still standing, and the two bodies lying on the ice, were grateful for the first time. Shen Yan also turned his head again, and his eyes looked at the man wearing his hair.
It is only when he completely understands that his fixed thinking is wrong. Without feet does not mean unhappiness.
At this time, the robes of the Qingpao took a deep breath and gave a sigh of relief. The ice under his feet shattered and the whole person flew out to the side.
Dangdang....
The intensive gold and iron percussion that horrified to the extreme sounded outside him, and the numerous sword images were unreal, and there were countless small but dazzling sparks on his body.
The indulgent breath was completely stopped.
He felt that the real element in his boss's body was in a sharp rush and release.
The breath of the red sword that had been looming in the shadows was completely changed from the beginning, and now it has become a pure speed!
The red-red sword body surrounds the young robes who want to escape, and weaving into a tight net of swords.
The flying sword of the Qingpao cultivator was pressed to a few feet outside, and the figure was forced to stop completely.
"You can't run away."
The boss's lips are slightly tilted, and he said indifferently: "Even if you can win me, you can't run today, let alone you can't even win."
At the same time as his voice sounded, the red little sword smashed and then retreated, erratic in the shadows.
It’s just this moment of play, and the clothes of the Green Robe practitioners have been completely soaked in sweat.
"I don't have to run."
However, he was watching the boss of the Jianfa shop saying this.
Just as his words rang, the ice on his feet suddenly split.
His whole person is like a sword, directly inserted into the ice below, sinking into the icy muddy muddy water.
The bamboo-leaf-light cyan sword, which was always flying on his side, followed closely, and slammed into the water.
"Ding Ning brother! Be careful!"
Shen Yu suddenly reacted and gave a screaming horror.
The muddy and viscous muddy water concealed many of the breath of the man. The flying sword even stirred up the flow of water under the ice. The Qingpao practitioners obviously did not want to leave. He was now turned into a huge poisonous scorpion. At the bottom of the water, kill Ding Ning on the ice.
However, at this moment, Ding Ning is still extremely calm, but said in an unusually sincere tone, "I want to live, it is good for the fish market."
Sinking and stunned.
The black and muddy ice suddenly produced a strange sway.
Numerous cold air flows from the ice, but the ice is not damaged.
In the next moment, he saw a lot of black bamboo growing on the ice, but there was no wind but swaying.
A huge and terrifying chilly atmosphere made this area completely turn into a real ghost field. Any sound disappeared, and the color under the water surface was more gloomy. It seems that an invisible big hand instantly took the huge one. Drug lords.
Time is extremely short, but it gives people a long feeling.
The red sword that loomed in the shadows flew back to the sleeves of the boss of the sword shop, and the ice surface not far from Ding Ning’s body was arched upwards, as if there was a bamboo shoot. It is growing out of the mud pool below.
The number of karaokes is soft.
There is finally a voice in this dead area.
Several pieces of crushed ice flew up and fell.
An extremely turbid and sulky water rushed out like a monster, tipping over the ice next to it.
The muddy water spread out like black oil on the ice, and the figure inside was the one who was the green robes. At this moment, his body was also stained with muddy water, motionless, and life and death.
Numerous black bamboos swaying on the ice seem to never exist, quietly dispersed.
A slamming sound.
Until then, Shen Yu recovered his ability to breathe and breathed vigorously. Until then, he completely understood what kind of place the Changling fish market was.
An old man with a black bamboo stick slowly walked out on a wooden path.
The heart of the sinking is getting more and more intense, just like jumping out of the throat.
This is obviously a guru-level practitioner of the Seven Kingdoms, and more importantly, this practitioner is practicing the Taoist ghosts and ghosts that are rare in Daqin.
Although the means of practice do not have the right path, the records in the practice books are very clear. It is more difficult for the practitioners who cultivate this kind of ghost and ghost to reach the seven realms than the practitioners who practice the ordinary exercises.
"What do you want to do?"
The old man with the black bamboo stick converges all the terrible breath, and asks Ding Ning plainly.
Ding Ning thanked him and the boss of the Jianfa shop and said: "The gods should be very interested in him. I know an official called Mo Qinggong."
The old man with black bamboo stick shook his head slightly: "You and Wang Taixu are close, you should understand that the secret things will be solved in secret, and the relationship with the temple will lead to many disasters."
"I understand this." Ding Ning looked at him and said seriously: "But the key is that the person who wants to deal with me should be the character in the temple, and the status is certainly not low. I will come to the fish market in the future, they are this time. Regardless of the rules of the fish market...so you can't let the people behind them converge, there is no rule between the market."
After a pause, he looked at the old man with a black bamboo stick and added sincerely: "And even if there is any change, the two floors are in front."
The old man with black bamboo sticks indulged for a moment and said: "I will send him out of the fish market and give it to Wang Taixu."
Ding Ning's previous mood was extremely calm. At this moment, he heard the old man's answer, and thought of the next possibility, his heart was an uncontrollable violent beating.
He was deeply covered and once again thanked the old man with a black bamboo stick.
"You deliberately gave them the opportunity to take the opportunity to borrow the power of the fish market. It is best not to have such a thing happen next time." The old man with the black bamboo stick did not return, just looked at him and said coldly: "No one likes to be used."
Ding Ning did not have any arguments, but just respectfully said: "It won't be next time."
"Do you know that I can deal with their practitioners?"
After the old man with the black bamboo stick no longer said to turn and leave, the boss of the sword shop looked at Ding Ning and asked coldly.
"Not sure, but at least you are sure to have a relationship with the people in charge." Ding Ning looked at him and said: "And I have reserved enough time for Shen Yu, even if you feel that you can't cope, you have time to let others come here."
The boss’s gaze swept over the body of the practitioner who was stabbed to death by Ding Ning’s two swords. He said:
Even if people who have been ups and downs on the road for many years may not have your decision and deliberation, no wonder Wang Taixu Value you."
Ding Ningdao: "Mr. Feijian is also very powerful."
The boss of the shop did not answer, but he was facing Shen Shen: "You are carrying me back, tired and tired?"
Sinking and saying: "Not tired."
The owner of the shawl shop said: "If you are not tired, you will take me back."
The sinking was a glimpse, and then followed by sweat: "This is nature."
Ding Ning smiled and said: "I will go back with you first."
Shen Yu looked at the body of the two practitioners lying on the ice and the practitioner who was like a dead man. He whispered, "Why don't you care?"
Ding Ning looked at him and said: "Since the fish market people have said so, are you still not assured?"
Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief, but recalling everything that happened in a short period of time, when he started to move, he couldn't help but admire the soft voice: "Ding Ning brother, I am not as good as you."
Ding Ning has already understood the straightforward nature of this Guanzhong boy. He knows that no matter how humble he is, the other party will still maintain his opinion, so he did not respond.
Sinking but can't help but turn around and ask the boss to sell the sword: "Sir, you have been so high, who can cut your legs?"
Ding Ning suddenly looked stunned.
This is tantamount to exposing the scars, although he is very clear that Shen Shen is somewhat grateful to the other side's help, at this time, some of them want to help each other.
But does the other person understand the temperament of Shen Yu?
The boss of the sword shop opened his mouth, and the voice was very cold: "It was smashed by the younger brother.
Ding Ning stunned, but Shen Yan’s face was instantly incomparable, saying:
I admire Ding Ning’s brother, but I hate him.

The boss of the shawl shop sneered and did not say anything.
The sorrowful chivalrous heart was raised again and asked: "How can there be such a vicious younger brother, then you have revenge?"
Listening to such a tender words, the boss of the Jianfa shop frowned and said: "If you avenge your hatred, you don't need to escape to Changling."
Shen Shen suddenly became angry and said: "What is the name of the man, where is it now?"
The boss of the shop seems to think that this Guanzhong boy is very interesting. He sarcastically said: "The man is called the son of the son, now in the camp."
"Banqiu?" Shen Yu suddenly stopped: "Mr. Are you the practitioner of the Daqi Dynasty?"
When I heard this, Ding Ning’s eyes were flashing with some strange brilliance. I couldn’t help but turn my head and look at the boss of the sword shop.
Ji Guo Hou Gongzi White?

When he was stunned, he obviously didn’t know who the son was.
The boss of the shawl shop sneered and smiled and nodded: "My brother is already sealed, and I want to take revenge, unless your Daqin dynasty can be destroyed."