Chapter 113: Negative Jing please sin the chief executive!

Qin Wannian's voice was trembling, and his eyes trembled.
How can there be such a character in the world!
Shang Qingkong was already at the pinnacle of land immortals in martial arts. This is what Qin Wannian knew. As the chief inspector of the imperial spy, Qin Wannian knew even better that Shang Qingkong was only condensed with sword intent. A body, but a strength, still far surpasses those of the ten martial arts realms.
But the sword battle between Shang Qingkong and Chen Xinglie was so cleanly defeated!
The sword in Chen Xinglie's hand was not half drawn, Shang Qingkong was already defeated, the sword intent collapsed, and even the body of the water human could no longer be maintained, so the thunderclouds in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, showing a clear night sky...
This kind of thing, I can't even think about it!
Qin Wannian had just arrived in Qingyun City. Not long ago, he had never seen Chen Xinglie fighting fiercely with his own eyes. All the knew about Chen Xinglie came from the imperial spy's report.
Because of this, Qin Wannian wrote a letter and sent it to Chen Xinglie, condensing the handwriting with martial art blood and blood, hidden in the letter paper, hoping to win over Chen Xinglie and serve the Dagan Dynasty. At that time, Qin Wannian didn't even know that Chen Xinglie had the strength to make Shang Qingkong come back with a feather, so he would write to solicit Chen Xinglie. Now Qin Wannian knows that even Shang Qingkong has come home in Chen Xinglie's hands!
Qin Wannian couldn't help feeling panicked, and thought to himself: "Fortunately, the tone of the general manager in the letter is very peaceful, there is nothing to offend Chen Xinglie, otherwise this Qingyun City, the general manager will not dare to stay for a moment..."
While Qin Wannian was thinking about it, the spy was also thinking about what happened before.
"When Chen Xinglie first entered Qingyun City, his subordinates witnessed the killing of the inner disciple of the Qingyang Sect with his sword."
The secret agent pondered for a while, and then replied: "According to the length of the sword, it is half an inch and eight minutes away from drawing the sword..."
Qin Wannian's eyes were cold, and he repeated, "Is it two inches and eighths away?"
The spy nodded and said: "Exactly!"
Qin Wannian took a deep breath, recalling what the spy had said about the battle between the two, and sighed: "In this way, Shang Qingkong's kendo skills are not as good as one percent of Chen Xinglie's!"
The spy said in a puzzled way: "Chen Xinglie's sword was almost drawn out by half. Why did Mr. Master say that Shang Qingkong was less than 1% of Chen Xinglie's? Subordinates felt that even if it was not as good as Chen Xinglie's half, it would have at least three points. one."
Qin Wannian smiled proudly and said, "What do you know!"
The spy clasped his fists and prayed: "It's ignorance, please advise your master."
Qin Wannian put down his chopsticks, scanned the imperial spy agents standing around, and said coldly: "You can only use the sword to show the sword. This act of pulling the sword is just a preparatory action before the sword. None of them were pulled out, which means that in front of Shang Qingkong, he didn't really use the kendo means at all, but even so, Shang Qingkong was completely broken with sword intent!"
The secret agents were terribly shocked when they heard this.
Qin Wannian sighed with extreme sorrow in his tone, and said slowly: "What kind of swordsmanship can a master like Shang Qingkong be able to collapse his sword intent when more than half of his sword is still out of its sheath?"
The spies looked at each other, afraid to speak.
After a long time, someone said, "According to subordinates’ investigations, Chen Xinglie was just an ordinary Qingyang sect inner disciple a month ago. He has a cultivation base, only the first level of martial arts, and the five-fold open pulse. A month ago, Chen Xinglie left Qingyun City and went to Feihongzong. After returning, he began to kill the Quartet, no one can stop. There is an ancient formation on the back hill of Feihongzong, which reappears in the world. The method is extremely mysterious, and no one can break the formation so far. There is a pillar of light that soars into the sky, and the sky is the highest."
Qin Wannian listened attentively, and then asked, "What is suspicious outside the array?"
The spy replied: "There are signs of being dug up on the gable wall outside the formation, as well as traces of a bonfire. There are three small pits on the ground next to the bonfire. The subordinates felt that it should be a three-legged furnace. The traces left by people on the ground. Only because of the traces printed by the Dao pattern at the bottom of the small pit, it is faintly visible. According to the shape, it should be some kind of fire pattern, which has the effect of gathering fire into the cauldron."
Qin Wannian nodded and said, "This means that Chen Xinglie only broke the mystery in the womb a month ago, so he went to the Feihong Sect because of the ancient formation behind the Feihong Sect, and The cauldron that left three-legged traces outside the formation was the martial arts opportunity that Chen Xinglie had reserved for himself before he was reincarnated and rebuilt. Chen Xinglie was able to gain those opportunities to advance his strength by leaps and bounds in such a short period of time!"
Everyone was silent for a while.
Qin Wannian said, "Wait, you know why Shang Qingkong, who has the strength of a land immortal peak, does not directly attack Chen Xinglie. He draws his sword and cuts, but he has to compete with Chen Xinglie in the sword. under?"
The spies shook their heads.
Qin Wannian sighed: "Shang Qingkong did this to leave himself a way out! Once Shang Qingkong really took action against Chen Xinglie in this battle tonight, it would be fine if he could kill Chen Xinglie. If he could not kill him. Chen Xinglie, only waiting for Chen Xinglie's cultivation to be successful, in the entire Tushan Sect, besides Shang Qingkong, who can stop that Chen Xinglie?"
"If you kill a snake, you will suffer from it!"
"Only the battle of sword intent, regardless of life and death, only the victory or defeat, is not a torn face. Whether it is winning or losing, there is room for reversal. On the contrary, it is a good thing for Shang Qingkong to lose, at least she That Tushan Sect has escaped a catastrophe."
When Qin Wannian spoke, he raised his eyes and looked at the night sky to the east, as if he had seen the majestic Tushan mountain entrenched in the wilderness.
"Cai Lang!"
Qin Wannian stood up suddenly.
"Subordinates are here!"
Cai Lang came out more and more, clasping his hands together.
Qin Wannian thought for a while, and said, "Can you find thorns, canes and the like in Qingyun City?"
Cai Lang replied: "The mountains and rivers outside the city are beautiful, and the forest is dense. You can definitely find what the Master General wants."
"That's all right." Qin Wannian nodded and said, "Prepare all of them and tie them together to make a thorn whip. Tomorrow morning, the director will be useful."
The night is long.
When a white fish belly appeared in Tianyu to the east, there was a knock on the door outside Chen Xinglie's small courtyard.
As soon as Li Qinglian opened the door, he saw Qin Wannian standing outside the courtyard gate, shirtless and carrying a cane whip full of thorns. She couldn't help but froze and asked, "You...Why are you?"
Qin Wannian replied: "The director is here to take the blame!"