The Sword Dynasty

It's just that the big ones don't need him to worry about things.

Qiu Zaixing asked the number in the carriage with a very subtle voice, and turned to look at Ding Ning.

In this assassination today, the opponent dispatched a powerful rune, three extremely skilled sword masters, and even a "fly pond" practitioner. The final decision was only the three sheep caves. The performance of young people, especially Ding Ning.

Without Ding Ning’s incredible performance, he would be killed as soon as his colleagues who did not show up. When the practitioners of the Seven Realms arrived, the result was already doomed.

"Your performance today can only be described by perfection. Anyone who is your teacher will be proud of you."

Qiu Zaixing said this solemnly to Ding Ning, then bowed down to the small courtyard where Xue Wangxu was located.

He was a practitioner of Yuanwu who had emerged from the Spiritual Defence Sword Gate three years ago. Both his identity and seniority were senior to Ding Ning, so he would only comment on Ding Ning in the first sentence, and the next words, It is the most sincere tribute to Baiyangdong and Xue Wangxu who can teach such disciples.

"I owe you a life."

Next, he whispered to Ding Ning seriously.

This is his personal gratitude, completely standing in his personal position.

"You didn't owe me."

Ding Ning looked at Qiu Zaixing calmly, and watched several casual wear practitioners who had plunged into this street.Those practitioners must be stronger than those who supervised Tian Si and those who supervised the gods, and they were not close to Qiuzai Xing and this carriage for a while, but from these aspects, he vaguely guessed the identity of the people in the carriage."Although I don't know what happened to these people, it is clear that they also want to kill us." Ding Ning shook his head, then said: "If there is no strong man like you, we will all die here."

Qiu Zaixing smiled slightly, didn't argue with Ding Ning, but just said, "Maybe I can try to recommend you to study at the Spiritual Sword Gate."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi and Shen Yi were shocked, but Ding Ning shook his head again and said, "I have decided to participate in the Minshan Sword Society."

Qiu Zaixing was a little stunned, but he laughed again and nodded approvingly: "Cultivation should first follow the mood. Since Minshan Jianzong is your first choice in your thoughts, entering Minshan Jianzong cultivation will be very important to your future. Practice is indeed more beneficial."

After he paused, he also shook his head and said, "It's my worrying. With your performance today, I will probably win the Minshan Jianzong in other days."

Ding Ning pondered for a moment, looked at the figures of the practitioners around him, and said softly: "If you really want to help me, don't let many details of today's World War I spread."

Qiu Zaixing was not surprised.

He did not expect Ding Ning to have many deeper ideas, but only thought of Ding Ning's method of condensing into a sword. It was indeed amazingly powerful, but he went straight, and there were many changes compared to the flying sword. If faced with those really strong hands, This method is known in advance, and it is indeed extremely unfavorable against the time.

"I understand." Qiu Zaixing nodded seriously, and said, "I will do my best."

When Qiu Zaixing and Ding Ning were talking softly, the two teenagers in the carriage were talking softly.

These two teenagers are Fusu and Meng Qihai, one is the great Qin prince who will become the prince next year, and the other is the son of Menghou.

No matter which one of these two people died, the entire dynasty will set off shocking waves, not to mention that both were assassinated here.

Fu Su's face was pale at this time, and his breath was a little unstable, but his eyes were full of admiration and excitement.

Meng Qihai's forehead was slightly wet, full of cold sweat, and his face was slightly paler than Fusu.

"Seven Seas...What do you think of Ding Ning now?" After recalling many pictures of Fang Cai's World War I, Fu Su smiled gently and looked at Yu Pingwei's Meng Qihai.

Meng Qihai took a deep breath and said softly, "I didn't expect to be so strong."

Fusu smiled and said: "Do you still feel dissatisfied, do you still think he is annoying with pretending gestures?"

"Today's performance like this, I can't compare to the two, I naturally have served." Meng Qihai lowered his head in shame, but immediately raised his head again, said: "It's better to go out and thank you."

Fusu gently shook his head and said, "It's better to change the day."

Meng Qihai did not understand and asked, "Why?"

"Going out now, with so many people, is a bit troublesome after all." Fusu looked at him and said softly: "And our identity with him is too big after all. I don't want them to feel that we are too high when we start to communicate."

Meng Qihai heard the deeper meaning in Fusu's discourse, and his eyes lit up: "You mean, we conceal our identity and associate with them?"

Fusu sighed softly, frowning rarely, "I don't know how this happened today, and I don't know if this kind of thing will change the ideas of the mother and the father, but even if they Still allow me to participate in the Minshan Sword Club, even if I don’t want to... I’m afraid that my whereabouts and identity must be more hidden."

...

Ye Celi, who was dressed in white, waited in the carriage.

It stands to reason that she is a practitioner who should appear above the Seven Realms near Wutong Luo.

However, not far from the carriage where she was at this time, the layers of rain canopies overlapped and stacked continuously, but it was a fish market.

The fish market has already opened, but today it is still quieter and stiller than the days of the New Year.

Many shop doors are still open, but not just people. It seems that even ghosts have disappeared a lot. The originally crowded and narrow dirt road seems to have become empty.

A man dressed in a white fox fur coat and looking as handsome as the elder brother of the wealthy family walked in the lane of the fish market.

In the distance centered on him, there seemed to be countless whispers continually ringing like ghosts, but as he progressed, these voices quickly disappeared in fear.

He didn’t go too deep, he just walked more than a hundred steps. He seemed tired of almost the same scene and stopped. He said slightly: "I don’t know if these heavy canopies are for hiding ghosts or hiding. The breath of the seven realms, but don’t you really want me to take them apart, are you willing to come out?"

"Mr. Bai, you are a true dragon in the middle of the river. Here is just a small mud pond. I don't know where to anger Mr. Bai. Mr. Bai is not riding the wind and waves in the river, but he is going to demolish this small pond that can only be accommodated." It sounded in the darkness.

A rickety old man leaned on a black bamboo stick and slowly walked out of the shadow of a narrow alley.

"This should not be what you ask me, but what I should ask you."

Bai Shanshui looked at the black bamboo stick in the hand of this old ricket. In his mind, there were already a lot of black bamboos shaking around him, and his jade-like face showed a strong sense of irony: "I am ten I have been to Changling for the rest of the time, but I have not entered the fish market the previous time. The reason for this is that everyone has their own way and everyone does not make a mistake. But you have done too much."

He paused slightly and looked at the old Ricket indifferently: "Although Fan Zhuo served as my suzerain, but he was my brother, you just killed my brother, but he robbed me of Yunshui Things in the palace, do you really think I'm dead?"

The old man's face was slightly stiff, and he said in a loud voice: "Mr. Bai, you must have misunderstood."

"Sorry." Bai Shanshui looked at the old man and said.

Elderly stunned, he did not know what he meant.

A person like Bai Shanshui, like a dragon king, pulls clouds and rains. It's not a trivial matter. How could he feel wrong because of his sentence.

"Bao Qian." Bai Shanshui repeated it again, and then looked at him lightly, and said: "If I have a misunderstanding, it is better to tell me that all the sect gates in Changling, all the sects, except the fish market In addition to his master, who else in Changling will know the secret technique of the ghost bamboo gate in Qi, and who else knows this kind of secret technique and cultivates to break through the seven realms?"

The old Ricket understood what he meant.

"I don't know who else exists in Changling. In fact, if we knew that Changling suddenly had such a practitioner, we would all be shocked ourselves." Elder Rong looked up and looked at Baishan Water, very seriously said: "But we don't know that your brother was killed, and we don't know that he died in the hands of a seven-sector practitioner who repairs the mysterious magic of bamboo and bamboo...this matter is really not us. made."

Bai Shanshui shook his head and said, "I am here today not to listen to such a weak explanation. If you can tell that there is such a practitioner in Changling, I may be able to believe you, but unfortunately, Changling has nothing else Where there are such practitioners."

After a pause, he slightly mocked: "Changling has only the old merchants, who are the rebels of the ghost bamboo gate of the Daqi Dynasty."

The old Ricky suddenly became angry, and said sharply: "Baishanshui, don't be too presumptuous. I respect you as a personal master. Do you really treat me as a fish market and fear that you will not succeed!"

"You are Qin people, I am Wei people, originally enemies, you respect me, you are afraid of my own strength. As for me, the reason why my great Wei destroys the country has nothing to do with your business, if not you The change of the merchants has made your Qin Kingdom prosperous. How can you have the power to wipe out the three dynasties? So I don’t like your merchants as much as you think."

Bai Shanshui smiled coldly, and then watched the old Ricket shake his head and said, "You are not my opponent, you are too old...I can't even take my sword."