With a strange sound, a thin and light green flying sword like bamboo leaves flew out of the sleeves of the cultivator in the green robe, flying around him, scattering countless sword shadows, as if countless bamboo leaves were constantly falling...

He stared at the red sword that was faintly visible in the darkness with a pale face. He just quietly let the red sword sneak under the ice under his feet and let him and his companions unaware of it, which means that the other party's realm is above him.

If he had taken the initiative first, he would have died.

The sound of footsteps as fast as a drum came into his and Ding Ning's ears.

Chen Yi, whose face was even paler and even nervous, had sweat on his forehead, appeared in the sight of the cultivator and Ding Ning, with his feetless hair on his back.

At first glance, Ding Ning and the two corpses lying on the ice were still standing. While feeling grateful, Chen Yi turned his head again, looking at the man with complicated eyes on the man with his hair on his back.

Only then did he fully understand that his fixed thinking was wrong, and not having feet did not mean being unhappy.

At this moment, the green-robed practitioner took a deep breath and let out a quick shout. The ice surface under his feet shattered and he flew out to one side.

Dangdangdangdang….

The extremely terrifying sound of the heavy metal collision sounded outside him, and countless sword images were like unreal, and countless tiny but dazzling sparks burst out outside him.

Chen Yi's breathing paused completely.

He felt the true energy in the body of the boss of the sword shop he was carrying was flowing and releasing rapidly.

The aura of the red sword that had originally appeared in the darkness changed completely, from quietly hiding at the beginning to now becoming a pure speed slash!

The red sword body surrounded the green-robed practitioner who wanted to escape and wove into an airtight sword net.

The flying sword of the green-robed practitioner was pressed several feet outside his body, and his figure was forced to completely pause.

"You can't run away."

The boss of the sword shop had his hair slightly raised his lips and said coldly: "Even if you can defeat me, you can't escape today, let alone you can't even defeat me."

As his voice sounded, the red sword suddenly retreated and floated in the shadows.

The battle was just a moment, and the clothes of the cultivator in the green robe were completely wet with sweat.

"I don't have to run."

However, he looked at the boss of the sword shop and said this.

Just as his words rang, the ice surface under his feet suddenly cracked.

His whole person was like a sword, directly inserted into the ice surface below and sank into the cold and turbid mud.

The small light green sword like bamboo leaves that always flew beside him followed closely and sniffed into the water with a sneer.

"Senior Brother Ding Ning! Be careful!"

Chen Yi suddenly reacted and let out a horrified scream.

The turbid and viscous mud water concealed the many auras of the man's body, and the flying sword stirred the water flow under the ice to an extremely chaotic state. The cultivator in the green robe obviously did not want to leave. At this moment, he turned into a huge poisonous python, walking under the water, trying to kill Ding Ning on the ice.

However, at this moment, Ding Ning was still extremely calm and said in an extremely sincere tone, "I want to live, which is good for the fish market."

Chen Yi was stunned.

A strange turbulence suddenly occurred on the black and turbid ice surface.

Countless cold airflows surged out from the ice surface, but the ice surface was not damaged at all.

In the next moment, he saw many black bamboos growing on the ice, but the wind was swaying.

A huge and terrifying cold aura made this area completely become a real ghost domain. Any sound disappeared, and the color under the water was even more gloomy. It seemed that an invisible hand instantly grasped the huge poisonous python.

The time is actually very short, but it gives people a long feeling.

The red little sword that was faintly visible in the shadow flew back to the sleeves of the boss of the unveiled sword shop, and a piece of ice that was not far from Ding Ning's body arched up strangely, as if a bamboo shoot was growing out of the mud below.

Titicaca sounded softly.

There was finally a sound in this deadly area.

Several pieces of broken ice flew up and fell.

An extremely turbid and yin-like stream surged out like a monster, falling over on the ice next to it.

The mud and water spread out on the ice like black oil. The figure exposed inside was the green-robed practitioner. At this moment, his whole body was dyed black by mud and water, motionless, without knowing life and death.

Countless black bamboos swaying on the ice seemed to never exist and quietly dispersed.

A hissing sucking sound.

It was not until this time that Shen Yi regained his breathing ability and started breathing violently. It was not until this time that he fully understood what the fish market in Changling was like.

A hunched old man holding a black bamboo stick slowly walked out of a wooden path.

Shen Yi's heart was beating more and more intensely, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

This is obviously a master-level practitioner at the seventh level, and more importantly, this practitioner practices the rare Yin Gods and Ghosts in the Qin Dynasty.

Although there is no distinction between the right path and the other ways of practicing, it is clearly recorded in the practice scriptures that it is more difficult for practitioners who practice this path of Yin Gods and ghosts to reach the seventh level than those who practice ordinary skills.

"What do you want to do?"

The old man leaning on a black bamboo stick restrained all his terrifying aura and asked Ding Ning plainly.

Ding Ning saluted him and the owner of the Sword Shop, saying, "The Shendujian should be very interested in him. I know an official named Mo Qinggong."

The old man from Black Bamboo Stick shook his head slightly: "You are close to Wang Taixu, you should understand that secret matters must be resolved secretly. If you have something to do with the temple, it will cause a lot of disasters."

"I understand this." Ding Ning looked at him and said seriously: "But the key is that the person who wants to deal with me should be the people in the temple, and his status is definitely not low. I will come to the fish market in the future, and they ignore the rules of the fish market this time... So if the person behind them cannot be restrained, there will be even more rules between the market."

After pausing, he looked at the old man with black bamboo stick and sincerely added: "And even if there is any change, there is still two floors in front of it."

The old man with black bamboo stick pondered for a moment and said, "I will send him out of the fish market for Wang Taixu to deal with."

Ding Ning was extremely calm before. At this moment, he heard the old man's reply and thought about the possibility that he would be beating violently uncontrollably.

He bowed deeply and saluted the old man with a black bamboo stick again.

"You deliberately gave them a chance to take action and borrowed the power of the fish market. It would be better not to happen like this next time." The old man with a black bamboo stick did not return the gift, but just glanced at him and said coldly: "No one likes to be used."

Ding Ning did not make any defense, but said respectfully: "I won't know next time."

"Do you know I am a practitioner who can deal with them?"

After the hunchbacked old man leaning on a black bamboo stick turned around and left, the boss of the sword shop with a slightly cold look at Ding Ning and asked.

"Not sure, but at least you must have something to do with the people in charge of this place." Ding Ning looked at him and said, "And I have reserved enough time for Chen Yi. Even if you feel unable to cope, you still have time to let others come here."

The boss of the sword shop shook the corpse of the cultivator who was stabbed to death by Ding Ning's two swords and said, "Even people who have been on the road for many years may not have your determination and careful consideration. No wonder Wang Taixu valued you so much."

Ding Ning said: "Mr.'s flying sword is also very powerful."

The boss of the sword shop did not reply, but said to Chen Yi: "You carry me over, are you tired of carrying me?"

Chen Yi was stunned and said, "I'm not tired."

The owner of the sword shop with hair spread out said, "If you are not tired, please carry me back."

Chen Yi was stunned again, then sweated slightly and said, "This is natural."

Ding Ning smiled slightly and said, "I'll go back with you first."

Chen Yi looked at the bodies of the two practitioners lying on the ice with some hesitation and the practitioner who seemed to be dead, and whispered: "No need to worry?"

Ding Ning glanced at him and said, "Since everyone in the fish market has said that, are you still worried?"

Chen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, but when he thought about everything that had happened in just a short time, he couldn't help but whisper in admiration: "Senior Brother Ding Ning, I am indeed not as good as you."

Ding Ning already knew the straightforward temperament of the Guanzhong boy and knew that no matter how modest he was, the other party would still maintain his opinion, so he did not respond at all.

Chen Yi couldn't help but turn his head slightly and ask the boss of the sword shop: "Sir, you have such a high cultivation level. Who can cut off your legs?"

Ding Ning's face suddenly felt embarrassed.

This is tantamount to revealing a scar. Although he knew very well that Chen Yi was a little grateful for the other party's help, and when he asked this question at this time, he wanted to help the other party.

However, does the other party understand Chen Yi’s temperament?

The boss of the sword shop spoke, his voice coldly: "I am jealous of my junior brother and have been plotting against me."

Ding Ning was stunned for a moment, but Chen Yi's face suddenly became extremely embarrassed, and he said, "Although I admire Senior Brother Ding Ning, I don't hate him."

The boss of the sword shop sneered and didn't say anything.

Chen Yi's chivalrous spirit suddenly started to arise again and asked, "How could there be such a vicious junior brother? Did you take revenge?"

Listening to such tender words, the boss of the Sword Shop frowned and said, "If you take revenge, you don't need to escape to Changling."

Chen Yi suddenly became angry and said, "What's that person's name? Where is it now?"

The owner of the sword shop seemed to think that the young man in Guanzhong was very interesting and said sarcastically: "That man is called Gongzibai, and he is now in Yingqiu."

"Yingqiu?" Chen Yi was stunned: "Sir, are you a practitioner of the Great Qi Dynasty?"

Hearing this, some strange light flashed deep in Ding Ning's pupils. He couldn't help but turn his head to look at the boss of the sword shop with his hair, "Ji Guohou Gongzi Bai?"

Chen Yi was stunned. He obviously didn't know who Gongzi Bai was just now.
Chapter completed!