5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 142 Great changes in the world, visitors from Xianzang

Seeing the sword Jiang Ling took out, Ye Qingrou had a strange expression on her face.

This sword looks like a model toy from the 2 yuan supermarket. How can I change this thing?
When Ye Qingrou was surprised, the manager of Electric Appliance City widened his eyes in shock, held up the sword with trembling hands and observed it carefully, the more he looked, the more frightened he became.

This is the Zhenshan sword of the underground martial arts arena!
The reason why the manager can practice until the day after tomorrow is because he has a relative in the underground martial arts arena, who is a small high-level executive there.

He has also been to the underground martial arts arena, and has seen the Zhenshan Sword before, so he recognized it at a glance, and this sword was snatched away by a mysterious person many days ago.

"I didn't expect to find Zhenshan Sword here. This is my chance."

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, but he didn't show it.

The identity of the person who stole the Zhenshan sword was known to the highest level in the martial arts arena, but due to Jiang Ling's powerful strength, they dared not force him to return it.

But in order to look good, he pretended to be a fool and issued a wanted order, and the whole world wanted to find Zhenshanjian.

After looking at the sword carefully, the manager confirmed that it was the Zhenshan Sword, and rolled his eyes twice: "Wait a minute, this ring is a model, and I have hidden the real ring, so I'll go get it for you."

After finishing speaking, he sneaked down and called his relatives at the underground fighting arena.

After the phone call, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he couldn't help showing a smug smile.

As long as he can return the Zhenshan Sword to the fighting arena, his future will be bright.

In order to delay the time, the manager deliberately took more than an hour before returning to the counter with the real sword ring.

"Little brother, it's all a misunderstanding. Take back the sword and return this ring to you. It was all my fault before. I apologize to you."

The manager lowered his head and pushed Zhenshan Sword and Jianjie to Jiang Ling.

Even today, he still has at least some eyesight. Those who can snatch the Zhenshan sword are not something he can deal with in a day after tomorrow.

Before the big troops from the martial arts field came, he could only bear it first.

And Ye Qingrou was a little stunned when he saw his attitude change 360 ​​degrees.

Jiang Ling calmly put away the Zhenshan sword and the sword ring, and took a deep look at him: "Is this the end?"

The manager is a smart person, he knew what Jiang Ling meant, so he slapped himself without saying a word: "Look at my stinky mouth, how can I blaspheme your woman, damn it."

While working, he also slapped his hands, which made Ye Qingrou stare in shock.

"Let's go."

Jiang Ling took Ye Qingrou and turned around to leave.

"But what happened to him." She still hasn't figured it out.

Jiang Ling didn't explain it either, it's better not to let her know some things.

He can continue to be Ye Qingrou's dumb Jiangling.

Not long after the two went downstairs, Jiang Ling's spiritual sense sensed countless murderous auras.

"You go back first, clean up the kitchen, I'll go buy some food, and I'll cook you a meal later."

Jiang Ling smiled at her.

"My God, you want to cook? Haha, okay, then I'll go back and prepare the kitchen utensils for you first."

Ye Qingrou let out a chuckle and left first.

After watching her go away, Jiang Ling walked slowly into a remote path.

"Wow."

In an instant, figures surrounded him.

"Boy, I didn't expect that we met again." The manager patted the dust on his suit, and blocked Jiangling's way with a smile.

A middle-aged man with stern eyes walked out from his side, possessing innate late-stage strength.

"Third Uncle, it's him, and the Zhenshan Sword is in his hands. This time we are prosperous!"

The eyes of the middle-aged man suddenly became sharp.

Jiang Ling took out Zhenshan Sword casually: "Is this what you are talking about?"

"Zhenshan Sword!" The voice of the middle-aged man trembled.

That's right, that's it. As long as I get back the Zhenshan Sword, my status in the underground martial arts field will be improved. The future is boundless!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help sneering: "Boy, I think you are at most the aura of the innate early stage, not our opponent. If you kneel in front of me and honestly hand over the Zhenshan sword, I will not kill you."

As soon as the voice fell, a large group of people surrounded him.

Hearing this, Jiang Ling couldn't help but sighed: "Trouble, you guys actually recognize Zhenshan Sword."

"In that case, I have to cover my face."

While speaking, Jiang Ling took out the mask and put it on his face.

"This!" The moment the mask was put on, the pupils of the middle-aged man in the lead shrank, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

Why does he look so much like the sword master of Feixian Mountain?
"Why are you covering your face?" The manager frowned.

"Don't you need to cover your face when you kill people in public?"

Jiang Ling smiled slightly and waved his hand.

In an instant, the Zhenshan Sword shot out, circled with a "shua" in the air, and finally flew back to his hand automatically.

Everyone around them froze in place with their eyes wide open.

"You are, sword, sword master."

The middle-aged man's lips were trembling, and he used his last bit of strength to say this sentence, and then there was a "crash", and each head fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, there was only the manager left on the field.

He looked at the corpse under his feet in horror, his face turned pale with fright, and he knelt down in front of Jiang Ling with a "plop" and kowtowed frantically.

"It's all my fault. I don't dare to do it anymore. I promise not to tell it."

Jiang Ling put away the Zhenshan sword and walked in front of him, pointing to the sword ring on his finger and asked him: "This ring has been stored with you for almost a month, have you found out what it does?"

"What does it do?" the manager said dryly.

He did find someone to study the ring, but no one could recognize it, only knew that the ring was extraordinary.

"Look." Jiang Ling's fingers trembled, and the ring split into a short sword, which pierced through his head with a bang.

At the moment before he died, the manager finally knew the true purpose of the ring.

After killing the manager, Jiang Ling put away his sword ring and used the Nine Suns Purple Fire to burn their bodies.

In the past, Jiang Ling might have softened his heart and showed mercy to them, but now he has changed.

After dealing with the matter, Jiang Ling went back.

As soon as he entered the hall, he was stunned. Everywhere was cleaned, and the dusty house looked new again.

"You take a break, I'll make you a full banquet."

Jiang Ling carried the vegetables into the kitchen.

This is not for him to brag, he used to be the emperor's royal chef, and he did a banquet for Manchu and Han people, but he doesn't know if his skills have become rusty after hundreds of years.

After working for 2 hours, Jiang Ling cooked a table of hearty dishes.

Ye Qingrou took a sip suspiciously, then her eyes widened: "It's so delicious?"

Hearing what she said, Jiang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this culinary skill can still be fooled.

"I'll leave the cooking to you in the future, who made you take so long to come back."

The two ate and chatted, getting closer to each other.

Ye Qingrou asked Jiang Ling what he was doing when he left, but Jiang Ling didn't hide anything, and told her everything about his crusade against the Yitian Army and the establishment of Feixian Mountain.

In the end, Ye Qingrou immediately gave him a thumbs up and asked him to stop saying such flirtatious words.

Jiang Ling is also helpless, in this world, honestly, no one would believe him. Before he told others that the richest man was his servant, no one would believe him.

After eating, the two sat on the balcony watching the night view, neither of them spoke, enjoying the rare peace.

However, at this moment, Jiang Ling felt a sense in his heart, and suddenly raised his head to look towards the southeast.

There was a muffled thunder sound between the sky and the earth, which seemed to be a sign of something, and a terrible breath came from the southeast. I don't know what happened.

Jiang Ling keenly sensed that the concentration of spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth has increased again. If this continues, it won't be long before the stage of transformation will appear.

He has experienced two rounds of spiritual energy recovery, the hegemony of the hegemony era, and estimated that the fastest 10 years, the slowest 50 years, the spiritual energy will be completely recovered.

Just when he was frowning and thinking, a key in his pocket suddenly shook violently, and at the same time emitted high temperature, but it only lasted for more than ten seconds before returning to normal.

Jiang Ling took out the key.

This was obtained from the innate stage of the Mo family when Bu Feiyan was rescued, and there has been no movement. If it hadn't been for a sudden change, he would have forgotten the existence of this key.

……

At the same time, in the hall of Wanxiangmen, Deng Mao was sitting with a gloomy expression.

Jiang Ling's kidnapping incident caused the status of Wanxiang Sect to plummet, but he had nothing to do with Jiang Ling.

"Damn sword master!" He clenched his fists tightly.

At this moment, a figure appeared in front of him strangely.

"Amao." The man's whole body was blurred, as if covered with a layer of distorted light and shadow, and his breath was erratic.

Sensing the familiar aura of that person, Deng Mao stared in horror, and knelt down in front of him with a plop.

"Old, Patriarch, are you still alive?"

"I was trapped in the Immortal Treasure back then, and now I am finally free. I never thought that a thousand years have passed, what has my Wanxiang Sect developed into? Is it still the number one sect in the world?"

(End of this chapter)