The fairy is fierce

The breeze stirred up the remaining leaves on the bluestone streets, bringing a sense of solemnity to the silent town.

The door of the tea house and restaurant was closed tightly, and pairs of eyes peeked out from between the cracks in the door, staring at the three horses driving through the long street, as well as the men and women standing in the center of the long street blocking the way.

Zuo Lingquan, dressed in black and holding a sword, stood in the center of the long bluestone street, looking at the three cavalry coming towards him, his cold eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Tang Jingxuan was hiding behind him. He had noticed that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He held Zuo Lingquan's sleeves in his hands and whispered:

"Xiao Zuo, these people are so vicious, let's go back."

Zuo Lingquan didn't look back, just raised his hand:

"They are all acquaintances. Sister Tang, you go back first, and I will accompany you back to the capital later."

Tang Jingxun was a little hesitant, but she was a womanly person, and this kind of situation would have no effect except bad things. After thinking about it, she said softly:

"Xiao Zuo, you have to be more careful. I have seen too many troubles caused by young and energetic fights. Leave these matters to the elders of Qihuang Valley to handle. Don't push yourself."

"I know."

Tang Jingxuan pursed her lips. If Zuo Lingquan refused to leave, she could not persuade him any more. She could only hold up her skirt and trot back to the Bajiao Archway, looking back as she walked.

After noticing the strange movement in Qihuang Town, I watched the Qihuang Valley disciples under the octagonal archway and ran this way. There were also many disciples who ran back to Liulin to report the news to the masters in the valley.

Tap tap tap

Iron hooves stepped across the bluestone street, the horse slowly came to the center of the street, and the three of them turned over and dismounted.

Cheng Jiujiang looked at the young man blocking the road ahead and said in a deep voice:

"Consort Zuo, you are a member of the imperial court and should not interfere in this matter."

Zuo Lingquan raised his chin: "I don't need outsiders to teach me how to do things."

Lu Mingzhou and Lan Ying, both martial arts cultivators at the first level of Linggu, were considered highly respected in the Great Dan Dynasty. They both frowned when they saw Zuo Lingquan being so frivolous.

When Cheng Jiujiang heard this, he didn't show any anger. He walked ten feet away from Zuo Lingquan and then raised his right hand.

call

The yellow robes applauded, a strong wind suddenly rose on the street, and a twisted electric snake bloomed from the gloved right hand.

The next moment.

Bang!

The fist landed on the old blue bricks on the street, causing a deafening thunder.

The bluestone exploded into rubble, and the cracks spread out like waves.

The walls of medicine shops and tea shops on both sides collapsed under the force of the energy, but in the blink of an eye, a ring appeared in the center of the long bluestone street. All the bricks and stones in the ring were shattered, leaving no intact brick or tile.

Cheng Jiujiang was in the center of the circle, and the cracked lines of the bluestone stopped abruptly at the toe of Zuo Lingquan's shoe.

Such a frightening power made the Qihuang Valley disciples who had just ran over be so startled that they stepped back and screamed in surprise.

The monks who were hiding in the building and watching were also frightened and fled through the windows, no longer daring to stay around.

Lu Mingzhou, who was carrying a long sword on his back, took a few steps back, his face unable to conceal his admiration. Lan Ying, who also came out of Fuqi Mountain, was used to this, but looked at Zuo Lingquan who was not retreating even an inch, with a little surprise in his eyes.

After the punch, the Qingshi street became quiet again.

Cheng Jiujiang stood up straight and looked at Zuo Lingquan, who was motionless:

"I say 'you shouldn't interfere' because you are the consort of the imperial court, and I give you three points of thinness. But if I insist on saying that you can't even get close to me, do you understand what I mean?"

Zuo Lingquan is at the twelfth level of Qi refining. Even if he is extremely talented, the sword Qi can only be separated from the body by at most three to five feet. From this distance, it is indeed impossible to touch the hem of Cheng Jiujiang's clothes.

However, Zuo Lingquan didn't agree with the sentence 'You can't even get close to me'. He looked up at Cheng Jiujiang and said in a calm voice:

"If I don't take action, how will Chief Cheng know?"

Seeing that he kept trying to dissuade him, Cheng Jiujiang was too lazy to talk to this junior anymore. He looked up at the octagonal archway behind him, waiting for the arrival of the chiefs of Qihuang Valley.

Lan Ying had a bad temper. Seeing this junior being so rude, she stepped forward and said coldly:

"Huangkou kid, I don't know how high the sky is, but I really think that with the cultivation of the eighth level of Qi refining, I dare to do this in such a situation..."

Cha

Before he finished speaking, there was a "choking" sword sound on Qingshi Long Street!

In a flash of cold light, it seemed that even the morning light in the east was split into two!

Cheng Jiujiang looked at the Octagonal Archway, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a young man in black standing in front of him. The long sword at his waist was unsheathed at some point, and an ink dragon lingered on the sword's edge.

Cheng Jiujiang's eyes were shocked, but the shock was not due to Zuo Lingquan's terrifying speed, but because Zuo Lingquan dared to draw his sword!

The three of them, Ling Gu, are standing here. No one else has arrived. Before they start talking, one of them rushes up with his sword. Is there something wrong with your fucking mind?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment, and the astonishment in Cheng Jiujiang's eyes turned into shock.

Because the sword is too fast!

It came close in the blink of an eye!

Although Cheng Jiujiang was caught off guard, the warrior's instinct still made him raise his hand. The light on the tiger claw fist surged, protecting the vital parts of his body while flying back.

But Cheng Jiujiang immediately discovered that the young man in black in front of him was not pointing at him, but Lan Ying, who was speaking.

I saw the long sword that turned into ink color, and showed three sword shadows the moment it was released. It was Qihuang Valley's special skill 'Yuxia Chengqi'. In an instant, it was in front of Lan Ying, and he He could only see three afterimages.

Yu Xiachengqi had practiced to a great extent, but when a hundred swords came out at the same time, the three sword shadows were obviously not many, which was the normal level of monks in Qihuang Valley. But this was the first time in Cheng Jiujiang's life that someone could use 'Yu Xiachengqi' with such exaggerated speed.

rustle

Zuo Lingquan followed the sword, and three sword shadows pointed directly at Lan Ying's body. However, in the time it took Cheng Jiujiang to be distracted, he had already arrived in front of Lan Ying.

Lan Ying's cultivation level was only at the first level of Linggu, and no matter how powerful he was, he was still a cultivator of the miscellaneous sect.

Zuo Lingquan had been cultivating for fourteen years, and all he wanted was the word "fast". At this time, he was still at the level of half-step Linggu, and it was the first time he made a full-state move; if he could still let the other party react when fighting a miscellaneous sect cultivator who was not far behind, his sword training would be in vain.

Lan Ying was still talking, but his pupils suddenly contracted, but as soon as his fingers moved, he felt a piercing pain in his chest.

Zuo Lingquan was still more than ten feet away from Lan Ying, and the ink-like sword energy poured into Lan Ying's chest, punching Lan Ying's chest through without any hindrance.

Bang

A cloud of blood mist burst out from Lan Ying's back, and his figure flew out backwards.

Cheng Jiujiang misjudged Zuo Lingquan's target, flew back and then rushed forward to help, his speed was obviously half a beat slower, raised his hand and punched out, a fist shadow with lightning, hit Zuo Lingquan who was still rushing forward.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were sharp and unparalleled, and he didn't stop for a moment after the attack, turned around and stabbed Lv Mingzhou who was still looking forward.

Lv Mingzhou had time to react, although he didn't turn his head, the sword on his waist had already been unsheathed three inches, but it was obviously too late.

Boom

The fist wind exploded on Zuo Lingquan's body.

Zuo Lingquan controlled a worry-free talisman, but the inferior worry-free talisman was not much different from nothing against the fourth-level cultivator of Linggu. The whole person was instantly knocked out by a punch, and the medicine shop on the side of the street was knocked through.

Crash

The noise stopped abruptly!

Everything happened in a flash, even Cheng Jiujiang almost didn't react, let alone the bystanders.

The Qihuang Valley disciples who ran over from the archway felt a flash before their eyes. The four people standing opposite each other fell down one by one, and the houses next to them also collapsed. They all stopped in shock and said in a hurry:

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

The casual cultivators who were watching in the corners didn't understand it directly, but they saw that it was Zuo Lingquan who attacked first, and then they showed surprise in their eyes. They all wondered if this kid was crazy?

The most sober person in the audience was probably Cheng Jiujiang, who could see everything clearly.

After Cheng Jiujiang threw a punch, he stood there for a moment, and then he remembered to look back to check on the two helpers.

Lan Ying was pierced through the chest by a sword, and flew backwards and fell on the street. He covered his chest with shock and forgot the severe pain in his body.

Lu Mingzhou pulled out the sword, looked down at the bloodstain that cut across his chest, his eyes were blank, and he was still thinking about what happened.

After a while, the sword fell to the ground.

Ding Ding Dang Dang

The sword bounced a few times on the bluestone, and the sound woke everyone up, but also made Qihuang Town fall into complete silence.

The monks who were watching only understood what happened at this time!

This young man in black had just drawn his sword against the three Linggu people alone, and killed two of them in an instant?

Is this the reincarnation of the sword immortal in the sky? !

The Qihuanggu disciples who ran over dropped their swords on the ground, and opened their mouths, not knowing what to say.

Cheng Jiujiang was also stunned for a moment before he understood the current situation. He looked at the medicine shop that was hit and said in disbelief:

"You entered the Linggu?"

"Ahem..."

Among the rubble, Zuo Lingquan, who was wearing a black robe, had his clothes shattered on his chest, leaving a dark blue fist mark on his chest.

However, Cheng Jiujiang made a hasty move from a distance, and the force was not strong, so he did not hurt the vital organs.

Zuo Lingquan coughed twice, stood up from the rubble, and pointed his sword at the ground:

"Not that high, half a step to the Spirit Valley."

Cheng Jiujiang looked unbelievable. Even if it was not a Spirit Valley, it was the twelfth level of Qi Refining, otherwise it would be impossible to have such a strong killing power. He knew that Zuo Lingquan was only seventeen years old. The last time he was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, everyone was scared. Now he is at the twelfth level of Qi Refining. Is he a god?

Compared to Cheng Jiujiang's shock, Zuo Lingquan was much more relaxed. He walked out of the broken house and said:

"If I had known you were so weak, I should have knocked you down in Qihuang Valley that day. I was frightened for a month in vain."

This sentence is not arrogant.

Since Zuo Lingquan grew up, the most powerful enemy he has fought is probably Tu Yang in Changqing Mountain.

Zuo Lingquan still had awe for the "experts" of the Linggu realm. Only when he was sparring with Wu Qingwan, he was sure that he was fully confident that he could kill a Linggu level 1 cultivator with one sword. He was actually unsure about how to deal with Cheng Jiujiang, who was at the fourth level of Linggu.

Zuo Lingquan dared to draw his sword just now because he found that the pressure of Cheng Jiujiang's fist wind was not as strong as he imagined; but Cheng Jiujiang was at the fourth level of Linggu after all, so he did not dare to rush head-on, so he chose to deal with two Linggu level 1 rookies to test the feint attack first.

At this time, after the sword was out, Zuo Lingquan also figured out that based on Cheng Jiujiang's reaction speed, he had the strength to fight, although he might not be able to beat him, but he still had three Linggu realm helpers behind him who had not arrived.

Zuo Lingquan patted the dust off his chest, walked out of the medicine shop, and gestured to Lan Ying on the ground and Lv Mingzhou who was about to fall:

"Saving them alive is to give Cheng Xianchang three points of face. You retreated when you knew it was difficult, and Qihuang Valley will not hold you accountable for the past; if you insist on not accepting the toast and drinking the penalty wine, I estimate that Cheng Xianchang will not last until the uncles and others come to rescue you."

After these words came out, the whole place was silent.

Some of the monks who were watching wanted to say that Zuo Lingquan was too arrogant, but seeing the situation on the street, they dared not speak.

Cheng Jiujiang heard these arrogant words and did not respond, but narrowed his eyes slightly and opened and closed his fists...