Destiny is ashes

Chapter 115 The snipe and the clam fight
"Fu Xie, when we first met this clerk the day before yesterday, how strong was she?"

An Jing thought quickly, leaning over to check the traces of battle in the entire Xiaozheshan shop, while asking the sword spirit for some information that he himself could not observe: "Is there anyone at the middle stage of Qi Refining?"

"Yes." The sword spirit answered quickly, "She is a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, close to the sixth level. She is weaker than the female manager behind her, but she has little combat experience and no murderous aura. I didn't pay much attention to the details."

This is strange. After finishing the inspection and standing up, An Jing felt even more confused.

The clerk is quite powerful - the fifth level of Qi Refining is already considered a backbone in the Tianyuan Realm, and he can control all kinds of magical instruments and spiritual machines, which means he can control all kinds of large spiritual machines.

Although everyone in the Tianyuan Realm practices cultivation, due to insufficient resources, most people are stuck in the Kailing realm where the essence is like silk and like a river.

Only a small number of people who are physically fit, well-nourished and gifted can reach the state of 'energy and vitality like a tide' when they are young and try to touch the Qi Refining.

Although the female cultivator is old, her cultivation must have been honed over time, but she has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining and has entered the stage of "condensing the spirit and nourishing life". She is not as good as the best, but better than the worst, and has stepped into the threshold of the middle class - with this kind of strength, how can she be an ordinary cashier?

She must have concealed her cultivation.

Not only that, with the strength of the fifth level of Qi Refining, why didn't she use the 'Sword Box' and 'Protective Jade Pendant' on the counter when faced with chaos?
Apart from anything else, she should have the Speed ​​Talisman in her hand, right? She still had time to use the Healing Talisman to save her life!

Besides, the enthusiasm of this shop assistant was also quite strange... She had pupil skills and could see through her age, so why was she so enthusiastic towards me at that time? Did she misunderstand something?
and……

"There are no signs of fighting." An Jing said thoughtfully: "She was shot down by three people at the same time when she was not on guard - the other party didn't even finish her off, but just robbed her and ran away."

"That's weird. This isn't normal... an acquaintance committing the crime? Or is it..."

There are too many questions to figure out for the time being.

If it was an old man from the black market, a veteran in the underworld might be able to see some clues from these scattered clues, but An Jing was a person from another world after all. Although he felt something was wrong, he couldn't tell where it was.

He just put on his drone glasses again and complained: "Just left Xuanming Manor and entered the Xuanye Black Market - why do I feel like I am always at the center of a crisis?"

"There were signs of all this long ago, we just walked into it inadvertently."

Fu Xie Sword Spirit sighed: "I didn't expect that destiny would be so troublesome, and if you were cold-blooded and heartless, you really wouldn't be able to get involved."

"Character determines destiny. The ancients were right."

Indeed, if An Jing didn't save Huo Qing's life, his entry into the city would be delayed, and he would not be able to contact Tie Shou, and would not be able to quickly obtain the city entry permit and black market pass, let alone participate in subsequent events.

If he had not been angered by Fengdu Wei and instead planned to hide and look for a chance to escape, he would not have encountered this suspect carrying the ancient magical artifact.

"Look again."

Although there are many doubts, An Jing is not a detective and will not ask too many questions.

But he must figure out the vein of the storm. Only in this way can he use his current limited power to try to create more turmoil and destroy the self-proclaimed perfect plans of those high-ranking cultivation groups.

He activated the drone, and the sub-machine that had been following the blurry figure followed silently. "If nothing unexpected happens," he said, "someone will intercept this person at the exit of Xiaozhe Mountain."

The facts are indeed just as An Jing said.

When the blurry person, who used the magic of phantom mist to conceal his figure, came to the opening of the ventilation duct, he suddenly stopped.

There was blood flowing like a river and corpses piled up before my eyes, flooding the road beneath my feet. No matter how hard I tried to hide myself, ripples would appear in the pool of blood.

After realizing this, he simply lifted the illusion spell, then looked around and laughed: "Friend, since you are waiting for me, why hide yourself? Show yourself."

This was a tall and thin man, wearing a martial arts uniform that had been washed so much that it looked a little white. His face was covered with scars and wrinkles carved by wind and frost, and his gray hair was draped behind him. He looked like a person condensed from the cold wind and solid rocks outside the Great Wall, and he exuded an aura of toughness like a rock.

In response to his words, a pitch-black figure wearing a golden iron raincoat walked out from the hazy blood mist. His face could not be seen clearly because it was hidden by an iron mask with hexagrams.

If the man before was a stubborn stone, then this person was a ferocious ghost figure walking out of the blood shadow frost wind, bringing with him a piercing chill that made blood coagulate and bones shudder.

But what is strange is that his image is so vivid, but his aura is vague, as if he does not exist at all. He is just a lonely shadow reflected, without any substance.

The tall man raised his eyebrows and his eyelids trembled slightly, because as soon as the ghost image of the hexagram appeared, he felt a murderous aura as real as a substance locking onto him, causing his joints to become stiff and the chill to penetrate his bones.

But he circulated his internal skills to suppress the chill that penetrated his body: "Are you asking for divination? Are you asking for the spirit? No, none of them... As expected, you are here to intercept me."

He spoke but moved without hesitation. As he took a step forward with his right leg, he swung his left hand backward and slapped a small box from his waist behind him. It disappeared in an instant, and no one knew where it landed.

Whoosh—the ghost's head suddenly turned, staring straight at the small box that was knocked away, but at this moment, the tall man suddenly kicked the ground and jumped up, rushing out like a storm!

Boom! The ground exploded, debris flew everywhere, and the tall man disappeared in a cloud of dust.

Wherever it passed, cement shattered and blood mist rolled up, and a heavy fist covered with scars and calluses broke through the atmosphere and dust and smashed straight towards the hexagram mask on the head of the man in black!
Wu Xiu! This tall man is a rare martial arts practitioner in the Tianyuan world!
Seeing this punch, the man in black retreated, and retreated quickly. His body was like a dead leaf in the wind, or a floating log in the waves, rising and falling with the white mist waves blasted out by the martial artist's punch, until he finally hit the wall, and he had to raise his arms to block it like a shield.

There was a loud bang on the spot, and a low muffled sound spread out. The body of the man in black, which was leaning against the wall, sank an inch. It was obvious that he was punched into the wall by the martial artist.

However, the tall man who scored the goal with one strike suddenly changed his expression, because when his strength burst into the body of the man in black, it was like a drop in the ocean, and all of it was distributed into the wall behind the man in black. Instead, he felt a chilling chill pouring into his body like the tide when his fist blasted out like a wave.

Resolutely giving up the pursuit, the tall man took a step back, and retracted his fist in the air, leaving a cold trail.

The Qi in his body circulated, forcing out the coldness in his body. Immediately, a white mist lingered around, and streaks of grey ice condensed on the outside of the blood vessels and meridians in his arms.

"What a ghost cultivator!" He looked at the man in black in front of him solemnly: "Which side are you on?"

Without replying, the man in black walked out of the depression as lightly as a ghost, and a long sword with a snake tail appeared in his hand. The dark blue aura was inhaling and exhaling from the blade like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

A scarlet light lit up behind the Gua Xiang mask and locked onto the man in front of him.

(End of this chapter)