"It seems that it's over."

Yu Cangmiao's eyes swept behind him, and just as the peaks were cut by Bai Feisheng's divine swords, sixteen manic auras flashed and disappeared.

"How many people came here with you?" Qin Fan naturally noticed it, and he even found that five people inside had already begun to quickly stay away from this place regardless of the exposure.

"About eight people." Yu Cangmiao said uncertainly.

Qin Fan nodded and continued:

"Then change the comparison method."

"good."

Just as the two of them finished speaking, Feng Mo and Bai Feisheng's figures had disappeared, and then a bloody look appeared in the sand fog that had not yet dissipated.

There was no scream or the sound of the wind, as quiet as the world fell into static.

Qin Fan's mouth still had a gentle smile. He silently stared at Yu Cangmiao, and Yu Cangmiao was the same. Compared to Qin Fan, his aura was more sharp, but it did not give people too coldness.

As the only audience, Su Changqing noticed a conflicting similarity between the two.

This description is a bit contradictory, but it is particularly suitable to put it between Qin Fan and Yu Cangmiao.

At this moment, he didn't dare to move, and he wouldn't shout that Xiaosu was not a vegetarian anymore. Since witnessing Feng Mo and Bai Feisheng's tentative fight, he felt that it was good to be a background of Mo's relationship.

"it's over."

As Qin Fan spoke, Bai Feisheng and Feng Mo appeared next to the two again. They seemed to have never left before, with no drop of blood on their bodies, and there was no irritating smell of blood.

"This time, there is no winner."

Yu Cangmiao suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, and Qin Fan shook his head. At this time, he put away his smile.

"Please."

A small boat sailed from the depths of the Ghost River, and the ferryman still had good tools and consciousness. He even realized that one of the people who boarded the boat this time was Yu Cangmiao, who was famous all over the world, and he did not show any surprise.

As the boat began to sail towards the ghost market, Feng Mo, who was standing at the bow of the boat, suddenly said to Bai Feisheng:

"I lost."

"No, it was just a draw."

"Your divine sword slash did not use all your strength. It was a perfect sword technique. There shouldn't be any flaws in that moment."

"Because it's not a life-and-death battle, and you have some reservations."

"There are also the strongest of those sixteen people who are killed by you."

"The three who ran the farthest died at your hands."

"Your level is better than mine."

"You are younger than me."

Su Changqing, who was also standing at the bow of the boat, looked at the two of them in a daze. One kept looking for reasons to show that he had lost, while the other was looking for compensation in a crazy way just to prove that it was a draw.

He said he didn't understand, but he could hear that as each other said, a very similar pleasure gradually appeared.

"It's a pity that I hope you and I have a chance to fight life and death, but from the overall perspective, I don't want to see that day come."

Feng Mo's tone became much gentler inexplicably, followed by a long sigh.

"But maybe, if you and I can fight the enemy one day, isn't that another way to decide the outcome."

Bai Feisheng raised his silver-white eyebrows, and there was more expectation in his eyes.

Then he took a deep breath and said:

"Actually that day won't be too far."

Feng Mo nodded, and then the two of them were no longer speaking, but just stared ahead at the same time. At this moment, Su Changqing, who should have been at the bottom of the ship, noticed the conflicting similarity again!

In particular, the combination of these two people in black and white shows a more contradictory harmony.

Su Changqing took a few steps back silently. Even if the two of them didn't speak, he felt that he could not integrate into the aura until he retreated to the stern of the boat, which was where Qin Fan and Yu Cangmiao stood.

"Bai Feisheng, 33 years old, is a member of the Daxuan worship hall. His father Bai Tianyu is one of the five elders in the worship hall. It's a pity that he died inexplicably 17 years ago."

This is the information Qin Fan investigated through Yu Huangxin, and this also involves a sensitive number, seventeen years ago.

"Senior brother said this?"

Yu Cangmiao looked at the ferryman who had already consciously sealed his hearing in the middle of the ship, and then glanced at the mad demon Su Changqing under the ship.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly:

"Seventeen years ago, many people died in Daxuan at that time. The so-called five old people can only be considered a big deal. As for the reasons, I believe there is no one in the world who knows better than the senior brother."

Qin Fan looked at Yu Cangmiao deeply, then changed the topic slightly stiffly:

"In theory, Bai Feisheng should be the loyalist of the Daxuan Dynasty, but why did he become your Silver Feather Sword Envoy? Even after you left, he resolutely followed you."

Yu Cangmiao sighed helplessly and said:

"I don't have the wise eyes of senior brother, and I can't cultivate my own people since I was a child. All I can do is poach. It just so happens that Xiaobai has something that he has to accomplish.

Daxuan can't help him in this matter, but I can.

As for what happened, my senior brother had just said it.”

"Is Bai Tianyu's death?" Qin Fan whispered, then looked at Su Changqing.

This made Su Changqing, who thought he was perfectly fitted with the bottom of the boat, tremble in an instant. He laughed awkwardly. After all, Yu Cangmiao's wise eyes were said, but he was cheated out of him.

Then he retreated decisively and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he reached the center of the ship and approached the Tool Ferryman.

Qin Fan also took back his eyes and said to Yu Cangmiao:

"The negotiations between you and me require a suitable time and place. You will first visit the ghost market in the next few days. "Feng" is a very good guide."

"Oh? Senior brother is so calm." Yu Cangmiao's voice was a little surprised.

"Actually, since you came, some speculations have been verified, and I believe you are the same. So after omitting the process of testing each other, all we need to confirm is a same conclusion and a perfect plan."

Qin Fan's always plain tone had a little more ups and downs, and then he sighed with a relaxed sigh.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "What I am more worried about is that some accidents will occur on the opening days of the Ghost City."

"Accident? Do you think that after we mention something, will it cause me to lose control?" Yu Cangmiao's voice was a little deeper.

Qin Fan looked at Yu Cangmiao seriously.

"No, I'm worried that I'll get out of control."

"Haha, it seems that our good teacher is really treated equally." When Yu Cangmiao said this, a hint of pleasure gradually appeared on his face, but there was more of a cold and harsh murderous intent in his eyes.

"Yes, so we must repay his 'kindness'."

Qin Fan's robe was blowing without wind. At some point, he put on the Ghost Lord Emperor's uniform again, and his face was wearing the weird Ghost Lord mask again.

The same cold voice contained no murderous intent.

This made Su Changqing, who was squatting in the middle of the ship, shivered several times, and Feng Mo and Bai Feisheng at the bow of the ship were shocked at the same time, but this time the target they wanted to fight was not each other.

......

Forget-worry ghost market.

There is still one day before the opening day, so all the ghost soldiers who were originally dispatched to the star-level rating have come back to maintain order.

This made the entire ghost market look much more awe-inspiring.

At some intersections, you can also see several mechanical puppets.

For the newcomer [Immortal Evil God] and the players of the Yuan Ming Corpse who have just joined, it is quite novel.

I also discovered a completely different atmosphere than I had before in the dark dungeon.

Prosperity, strength and grandeur.

"Tomorrow seems to be a martial arts conference for you aliens. Although you can't participate in this session, you can go and see the fun."

Yue Piaoling still attaches great importance to the corpse army under their Ye Mansion in the future, so he directly sent some front-row tickets from Luo Xinghun.

Tickets for the Blood Demon Arena are not available for sale yet, but don’t think much about it. There will definitely be a shortage of supply when the opening day is open. After all, the Blood Demon Arena can accommodate 10,000 people now.

The number of tickets to enter the Forget-Wuyou Ghost Market alone sold reached 50,000. It is normal to earn 10,000 tickets one after another on the last day.

Of course, what makes Yue Piaoling the most confident in the Blood Demon Arena is that the players' battle victory or defeat will be bet at Huangquan Gambling, and the things they earn are not limited to gold and silver.

For example, martial arts secrets, mechanism weapons, elixirs and poisons can be exchanged directly with the bargaining chips in the gambling house.

For some small and medium-sized forces, many of the things inside are something they can’t buy with money outside.

However, these rare treasures that outsiders think are not very interested in Yue Piaoling.

What he never forgets most now is the Golden Corpse, Jiu Damo, who is locked on the 32nd floor of the Underworld Tower.

After getting along with the other party, he felt that it was very close to the middle stage of the Grandmaster. I believe that this breakthrough will be natural after fighting with the other party for three days and three nights.

At this moment, he also remembered the teachings of his master Qin Zun.

Qin Zun once commented on him as a fighting genius. Compared to some warriors who need time to polish or quietly understand the true meaning of martial arts to seek breakthroughs, he needs to fight with different people when he Yue Piaoling.
To be continued...