Chapter 126 Back off! I'm going to start showing off!
A private room on the second floor.
Baguio looked up at the young man in white with some joy. She had already recognized his identity the moment Ji Changfeng spoke.
But considering the current situation.
She did not come forward to acknowledge him.
Similarly, at this moment, he was facing the quarrel between Zeng Shushu and Qin Wuyan.
She just watched quietly.
You Ji silently raised her eyes and glanced at the young man in white on the third floor. Her bright starry eyes flashed with a little bit of embarrassment, and she cursed in her heart——
lecher!
Ji Changfeng:? ? ?
What's wrong with me?
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At this moment.
The atmosphere in the attic was a bit strange.
All the casual cultivators who were talking about each other shut their mouths. They watched the situation carefully and did not dare to say anything more.
I am afraid that if I am not careful, I will be killed.
Qin Wuyan's eyes narrowed slightly.
He stared at Zeng Shushu and his group across from him with murderous intent, and said in a sinister tone:
"Haha~ All the disciples of Qingyun Sect must be very powerful, right? There has been some unrest in Chishui City recently. You should be careful when you go out..."
Say it.
The two old men behind him took a step forward calmly.
"Shua——"
In an instant, a faint power spread.
Jade Clear Ninth Floor!
Seeing this scene, all the casual cultivators around were shocked.
threaten!
What a threat!
"Haha~"
But at this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded.
Looking around, I saw a young man in white next to Zeng Shushu and the others suddenly smiled disdainfully. The young man calmly lowered his bamboo hat and said in a calm tone:
"What?"
"Is there no elder in Wan Du Sect?"
"A direct disciple of the mighty Poison God, only two trash from the ninth level of Yuqing are followed by him?"
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!
All the casual cultivators looked at the young man in white in horror. They didn't expect this man to speak such arrogant words? !
The ninth level of Yuqing? waste?
On the high platform, Jin Ping'er's eyes suddenly lit up.
She looked at the young man in white who stood up to speak, and became more and more sure of her suspicions.
"Who are you?"
Qin Wuyan's eyes narrowed slightly.
He looked at Ji Changfeng calmly, with a bit of solemnity in his tone.
Can the existence of the ninth level of Yuqing be called waste?
This person is definitely not simple.
As the future leader of the Demon Cult, Qin Wuyan is naturally not a brainless person.
The reason why he threatened Zeng Shushu and his party was.
To put it bluntly, it is a kind of temptation.
Test whether Zeng Shushu and the others are supported by the elders of Qingyun Sect? !
If there is, their Wandu Sect should prepare early and mobilize more manpower to come to Chishui City to support...
If not.
Then Chishui City is the burial place of Zeng Shushu and the others!
"Who am I? I'm just an ordinary casual cultivator." Ji Changfeng said lightly.
"Rogue cultivator?" Qin Wuyan's mouth twitched slightly.
Do you believe this?
He looked at the two old men beside him, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes.
The two old men shook their heads slightly.
He said he had never heard of such a person at all.
Qin Wuyan pondered slightly, intending to continue testing, so he said in a deep voice to Ji Changfeng:
"So, fellow Taoist, are you planning to become an enemy of my Wan Du Sect?"
He doesn't hide it anymore.
Now that my identity has been exposed, I might as well act openly.
Hearing this, Ji Changfeng smiled lightly.
He glanced at Qin Wuyan, with a teasing tone, and asked an unexpected question: "I heard that the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Poison God, the old man, took a sword from Qingyun Sect Daoxuan Master a few months ago? I don't know how the injury is now? ”
As soon as this statement came out.
Qin Wuyan and the others' hearts sank slightly.
"Wow——"
The surrounding casual cultivators were in an uproar.
They looked at each other, obviously hearing another meaning in Ji Changfeng's words.
Is the old poison god’s time running out?
I think so.
Except for the already cold Yu Yangzi, the other three sect leaders of the four major sects of the Demon Sect all took the sword from Master Daoxuan forcefully. The Ghost King is okay.
He relied on Kui Niu's energy and blood to barely block the Zhuxian Sword, and it did not cause much harm to himself.
But Poison God and Fairy Sanmiao are different.
They really relied on the secret method and relied on the Immortal Killing Sword that they blocked...
At least he was seriously injured.
"Who are you?"
Qin Wuyan's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes fixed on Ji Changfeng, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.
"Me?"
The young man in white raised his hand and lowered his hat, and said with a faint smile: "I'm just an ordinary casual cultivator."
"..."
The corners of everyone's lips twitched slightly.
Casual cultivator? I believe you as a ghost!
On the high platform, Jin Ping'er's beautiful eyes flickered slightly. Seeing that the conflict seemed to be coming to an end, she stood up and softly dissuaded her:
"Fellow Taoists, this poetry meeting is organized by the Nu family with great effort, but please don't cause any conflicts at the poetry meeting, otherwise..."
"It's a sin for the slave family~"
Jin Ping'er's voice was filled with weakness.
There was a touch of pity on her flawless face, and her shining eyes looked at everyone, but in the end she paused for a moment calmly on Ji Changfeng.
‘Eight times. ’
Ji Changfeng's eyes narrowed slightly.
He looked at the golden bottle on the high platform and thought to himself - this witch stared at me eight times in a row. Could it be that she has fallen in love with me?
Jin Ping'er at this period was still relatively immature.
Some things cannot be hidden well in the heart. Compared with her ten years later, she is less ruthless and decisive, and more weak and pretentious.
But this is normal.
After all, Jin Ping'er is not very old now and looks like she is only seventeen or eighteen years old.
A part of the baptism is missing.
Naturally her character will be different too.
Unlike ten years later...
Master Miao of the Demon Sect single-handedly killed Qinglong, the leader of the Four Holy Envoys. His decisiveness and ruthlessness are self-evident.
‘I don’t know what her purpose is? ’
Ji Changfeng's eyes flickered slightly.
Combined with Jin Ping'er's strangeness, it was not difficult for him to guess that the other party's target should be him, but he didn't know what the other party's purpose was.
Hiding his identity as a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, he came to Chishui City to spread the news of the 'Red Dragon', and then held a special poetry meeting...
Tsk tsk tsk.
Witch, you have worked so hard!
Do you want to throw yourself into a trap so badly?
Then let Pindao test your depth.
Ji Changfeng smiled slightly.
On the high platform.
Jin Ping'er didn't know that Ji Changfeng had seen through his disguise.
She was wearing a chest-length skirt and was sitting on her knees on the stage. A section of her white calves was exposed under the skirt, and her small feet were wrapped in white stockings...
Miss Miao said in a soft voice: "I guess all of you fellow Taoists are here for the news about the 'Red Jiao', right?"
"To be honest, the slave family does know some information about the red dragon. Not only that... the slave family also knows its whereabouts."
As soon as this statement came out.
The eyes of everyone in the Demon Cult narrowed slightly.
The casual cultivators in the attic didn't care, because they knew that the red dragon was no longer something they could contaminate.
After all, disciples from both the good and evil sects are here.
Are they using their heads to contaminate it?
If you are not careful, you will die!
The wonderful girl on the high platform continued: "This poetry meeting is held because, firstly, I want to give the news of the red dragon to the destined people, and secondly..."
"I want to fulfill a wish of the slave family."
Hear the words.
The surrounding casual cultivators were aroused, and they quickly asked Jin Ping'er what their wish was. !
Jin Ping'er smiled softly and said: "My family loves poetry most in my life. If all the fellow Taoists here can write a poem that satisfies my family..."
"Then, the slave family will not only deliver the news of the red dragon, but also be willing to spend the spring night with him..."
To the end.
The atmosphere of the whole place was completely ignited.
Going to a spring night together?
Hiss - if I can spend the spring night with the wonderful girl, it will be worth it even if I die!
All the casual cultivators showed a hint of fanaticism.
On the third floor, in a private room.
Ji Changfeng couldn't help but smile lightly.
Poetry?
Haha ~ back off! I'm going to start showing off!
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(End of chapter)