Zhang Yi looked at Zeng Tingan, who was sitting in the rain with a little apology and embarrassment, and didn't know how to answer for a moment. After all, Wu Zi's freehand painting of a sword, even he himself didn't know what his name was... Read the latest and most complete novel

"This sword is called 'Chaoyu Qingchen'." Ding Ning's voice sounded at this moment.

Zeng Ting'an's body shook. In Ding Ning's calm voice, he saw that all the dust was washed away on all the tiles of the streets, on the dead branches on the edge of the road, and in the cracks of the stone path, and everywhere was completely washed away.

Zhang Yi nodded apologetically at Zeng Ting'an again, then looked at Ding Ning nervously and asked: "Junior Brother Ding Ning, how did I use this sword?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and said with some emotion in his heart: "Excellent."

The endless rain falls into lines at high altitude, and the wet intention accumulates into sword intent. This is a sword with thunder and murderous intention. If Ding Ning is used to display it, many things in this long alley will probably be completely powdered.

Zhang Yi was gentle and kind. Such a sword restrained a lot of murderous intent in his hands, so that the rain lines on the outside were as gentle as spring rain. However, such changes also produced changes that Ding Ning had never expected. The energy of heaven and earth gathered in the sky did not tilt with the murderous intent, but naturally injected into the place where his sword intent pointed. Therefore, although this sword was still too gentle and the sword intent could not be fully realized, the rain lines covering Zeng Ting'an also added faster speed and piercing power.

Therefore, the same sword and sword style are differently displayed in different hands.

Hearing Ding Ning's praise, Zhang Yi finally showed a relaxed smile on her face.

Although Ding Ning is his junior brother, the requirements for him over the years seem to be more stringent than those of Xue Wangxu for him. Moreover, this sword intent itself was realized by Ding Ning's reminder. At least in this sword, Ding Ning is the commander in his mind. He was the first time to use the enemy, so he naturally hoped to be recognized by the commander.

Shen Yi held a big umbrella and blocked the top of Xue Wangxu's head. The water droplets that splashed towards Xue Wangxu were blocked and flowed down the surface of the umbrella at this moment.

At this time, he completely realized why Ding Ning had to ask him to prepare an umbrella from the beginning, but he did not realize that most of his clothes had been splashed.

Looking at the spotless streets around, Zhang Yi with a relaxed smile on his face, and Shen Yi, who was wet in half to help him block the splashing water droplets, Xue Wangxu smiled with satisfaction and said, "Excellent."

Zhang Yi hoped that Xue Wangxu would be happy. When he heard Xue Wangxu's praise, he was truly happy, and his face seemed to be glowing.

"You can do this kind of sword style?" Zeng Tingan stood up from the ground with difficulty. He looked at Ding Ning with an extremely pale face and asked.

Although he didn't know how Zhang Yi understood this sword, Zhang Yi asked about Ding Ning's expression just now, but he had already felt a lot of things.

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "I haven't practiced such a sword stance, but I have practiced more powerful than this."

Zhang Yi was afraid that Zeng Ting'an would not give up, so he immediately said anxiously: "What my junior brother Ding Ning said is not false. If you fight him, you may be seriously injured."

"It turns out that you are not timid, you really have the confidence to win." Zeng Ting'an's expression changed constantly. After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the carriage. But before he got on the carriage, he said softly, saying: "But even if you have absolute confidence, it's useless. Someone will come to you... I know that someone doesn't want you to have the opportunity to participate in the Minshan Sword Club at all."

When Zhang Yi heard this, his expression changed suddenly and he asked anxiously: "Who is it?"

However, Zeng Ting'an did not reply. The carriage carried him and the young man who was walking with him, galloping quickly, only the sound of horse hooves echoed in the streets and alleys.

"I didn't talk much after the defeat. Zeng Ting'an doesn't look like a boring person." Zhang Yi frowned worriedly, turned to look at Ding Ning and said, "He must have heard some wind."

Ding Ning frowned.

The appearance of the practitioner in Yunshui Palace threatened Wang Taixu, especially the changes that Changsun Qianxue had after suppressing the Nine Nether King Sword, had already made him feel uncontrollable. At this time, such a thing was suddenly mixed, and his mood suddenly became worse.

"Why, do you want to make me useless before I attend the Minshan Sword Meeting?"

Ding Ning sneered coldly: "Whether it is Li Lingjun or other noble people who want to do this for some reason, if they want to do this, they will probably pay a heavy price first."

Ding Ning's sneer made Zhang Yi feel cold all over.

Xue Wangxu looked at Ding Ning with some surprise. Of course, he didn't know that Changsun Qianxue was Ding Ning's biggest fatal point. He didn't know that Ding Ning was anxious because of Changsun Qianxue's changes, but he was sure that Ding Ning's emotions today were very different from those on weekdays.

Forbearance is what Xue Wangxu is best at, so he coughed lightly and prepared to tell Ding Ning something.

However, at this moment, a sound came from the entrance of the alley.

"High realm and high means, even if you are destined to defeat, it is useless, because in many places, human life is not worth anything. Some people can find people at will and exchange their lives for your life."

The one who made a sound was a middle-aged man in a gray robe.

When Zhang Yi turned around, the man in gray robe had just gotten off a gray carriage.

The man in gray robe had an ordinary face, but his hair was shaved, and there was a large tattoo on the top of his head to the back of his head, but he couldn't see clearly what the thorn was.

There was a breath that was even more gloomy than the officials of the Shendu Supervisory Commission, and it seemed to emit a smell of mold and dust. It would take a long time to see the sun, or even the sun seemed to naturally avoid his smell.

Ding Ning's previous sneer had already made Zhang Yi feel cold all over. At this time, the middle-aged man who had no idea where he came from made Zhang Yi feel inexplicably chilled, and he naturally felt a strong palpitation in his heart.

This breath is a bit distant and unfamiliar, but in the time of counting breaths, Ding Ning thought of where this breath came from.

He took a deep breath, his face did not change much, but he began to quietly change the flow of blood and blood in his body. He began to deliberately control his heartbeat faster than usual.

"My surname is Xue, and my name is Yi. It is not the clothes, it is a horizontal and vertical one." The middle-aged man in gray robe had no intention of coming back. Ding Ning's body was reflected in his slightly gray pupils, and he said coldly: "Ding Ning, I am here on the order of Lord Shen, and I will take you to the Dafushui Prison to assist in handling the case."

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Almost at the same time, in a dark and dull room, Mo Qinggong, dressed in a blue-robed official, stood behind a gray-robed official with his hands on his back.

This gray-robed official was extremely tall and thin. Compared with the slightly short and fat Mo Qing Palace, he was like a corner tower.

In front of him was a mirror-like smooth iron bed, with various tools shining with cold light on it.

Above the mirror-like iron bed, there are some hanging iron hooks and ropes.

No matter who sees such a scene, he will immediately think that this room is a slaughter room or a coroner's corpse inspection room.

However, on the hook near the wall in this room, there was a slight squirming body hanging, constantly making faint but extremely sad moans.

Flashes of water kept coming from the partition walls.

This is just a torture room.

An extremely ordinary torture room in the Dafushui Prison.

Looking at the figure that was squirming like maggots in the gray shadows in the corner of the wall, and even most of the skin on his body was stripped away. Even though he had been to this big floating prison many times, even if the Shendujian itself had a place for torture and interrogation, Mo Qinggong's body was still filled with extremely uncomfortable feeling.

"Everyone looks like this. Lord Shen, you have put so much effort into him. What else can you not spit it out?"

Mo Qinggong suppressed the discomfort, looked at the gray-robed official who was as thin as a horn tower, and asked in a deep voice: "Why should Lord Xue go to the teenager of the wine shop to work together with the case?"

“Because I’m very idle.”

The gray-robed official turned around, his face was longer than that of ordinary people, and his eyes were deeply sunken. In such a dark place, it was not much different from the skeleton.

"You should know that very few people are sent here. Since the Lord gives me a salary, I certainly cannot do nothing. Since I have sent one in, I will have to spend it on him for a few months. As long as I pay it, I can always take out some useful things." He looked at Mo Qinggong with a blank expression and said coldly.

Mo Qinggong just coughed lightly to relieve the discomfort and unhappiness in his heart. However, when the figure hanging in the corner of the wall heard the words "Months", it made a faint howl that was even worse than ghost crying.

The gray-robed official is naturally Shen Xuan, who is in charge of the Great Floating Water Prison.

He looked at Mo Qing Palace as if he was unknown, and then said, "In your Gods Supervisor, the young man in the wine shop has no doubts, but in my opinion, it is the biggest problem."

Mo Qinggong's face suddenly became cold and he said, "What does it mean?"

"When the Yeshi leader killed Zhao Ni, he was there, helping Wang Taixu gain a foothold. After entering the Aries Cave, he will be in the sky. Then the cultivation level will soar into the sky. In this way, the three practitioners will assassinate him, and he will kill one of them. These are impossible for ordinary people." The gray-robed official looked at Mo Qing Palace and said expressionlessly: "There are too many coincidences and too many impossible things that can happen to one person, and there are also problems."

"Don't tell me that you, God's Supervisor, have thoroughly investigated, and don't tell me that Fang Xiumu thinks he is fine."
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