Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 282 Qianji Pavilion's Black Technology
Li Yueqi looked at Zhang Ze and finally gave up the idea of ​​fighting with him here.

She put away the declaration of war, chatted with Zhang Ze for a few more words, and then stood up to leave.

As soon as she stood up, she frowned slightly, and she noticed that someone was staring at her from across the street.

Or to be more precise, he was staring at Zhang Ze.

With her back to the window, Li Yueqi whispered to Zhang Ze, "Someone is watching you."

"I know. A lot of people have been staring at me lately. I'm used to it."

Zhang Ze put down the teacup, leaned over and dug into the floor, and pulled out a little fuji.

"Hey, good morning, brother."

"Good morning."

After feeding it, the little spy sent by Lily was stuffed back into the floor.

"Aren't you worried?" Li Yueqi asked.

"Why should you worry?" Zhang Ze asked back.

"What if someone wants to do something bad to you? Or..." Li Yueqi was interrupted by Zhang Ze before she could finish her words.

He waved his hand and said, "I'm not a fairy, and even if someone has bad intentions, what can they do? I'm from a sect, and my mother-in-law is protecting me."

Li Yueqi thought about it and realized that it was indeed her fault. She said no more and turned into a streak of green light and left the teahouse.

After Lady Li left, a cultivator in the shop opposite the teahouse also turned around and left, returning to report to his young master.

A rented house in the south of the town.

Song Chang, the young master of the Song family, was discussing with his family members what they had seen and heard in Qianji Town in the past few days.

The Song family is a family of immortal cultivators, with refining equipment as their main method of cultivation. The family's ancestors were once favored by the Medicine King Valley, and after they got started, they also started doing business with the Medicine King Valley and Xizhou. Half of the family's industries are in the west.

Before the rise of Qianji Pavilion, it could be considered the best in the world in terms of weapon refining.

Now that Qianji Pavilion is on the rise, even though the Song family is far away from Qingjing, they are still affected.

This time, the clan sent Song Chang, the next head of the family, to come and see for themselves how powerful the Qianji Pavilion is and how to deal with it in the future.

The clan gave Song Chang full authority to decide how to deal with the matter.

Just as Song Chang and his two cousins ​​were studying the Demon-Subduing Pestle they had bought from Qianji Pavilion, the man who had just been monitoring Zhang Ze pushed the door open and came back to report.

"Master, I have already done what you asked me to do."

"Can you see that person?"

"seen."

"Tell me about it." Song Changfang lowered the magic pestle and signaled the man to continue.

"Zhang Ze looks ordinary, and his cultivation level is only at the Golden Core stage. There's nothing unusual about him, but he has affairs with multiple women. I think he's probably a lecher.

"I heard rumors on the street that this person is favored by the Sword Sect's leader's youngest daughter, which is why he has the momentum he has today. He probably doesn't have much strength.

"Just now I saw him having a secret meeting with a woman in a teahouse. They were acting very secretly. Maybe this can be used as leverage to blackmail someone."

This person said a lot of gibberish, which made Song Chang look confused.

He just asked this guy to deliver a visiting letter. Why would he spy on others?

When the subordinate, who was very opinionated, saw that Song Chang remained silent, he misunderstood the intention.

He thought that this was a chance for the young master to show off, so he told him everything he had just thought of.

"I think the best strategy is to use the beauty trap to seduce this person and make him our puppet. I heard that he will also participate in this Qinghe meeting. Perhaps we can humiliate him at the meeting and suppress him first."

"Okay, you go to the back and rest first. I still have something to discuss with the Second Master." Song Chang said in a cold tone, interrupting the guy's standard villain's speech.

He wanted to give him a lecture, but seeing the look in the man's eyes, he thought better of it and waved his hand to tell him to get out.

The Song family has been able to survive for thousands of years not by fighting and killing, but by relying on human relationships and worldly wisdom.

If the deal doesn't go well, we can still be friends.

Several family crises were resolved by asking people for help.

Once, when the Song family was weak and on the verge of extinction, it was the Song family at that time who shot an arrow through the clouds, which attracted seven gods, three who transcended tribulation, and two elders to overcome the difficulties.

These bigwigs had all received favors from the Song family when they were unknown and in obscurity.

Therefore, the words spoken by a villain like that man who makes enemies everywhere will never be allowed to enter the Song family's ancestral grave.

"Second Master, who is that person?" Song Chang turned to look at his older cousin.

The task of delivering the visiting card was entrusted to this second master.

Mr. Song was a little embarrassed. "That man is my third uncle's son-in-law. You know why he came here this time."

"Is he married into the family?"

"Not yet. I plan to go back and marry my younger sister after the Qinghe meeting."

Song Chang naturally knew about the clan's troubles. Relatives, both inside and outside, were always troublesome. However, after hearing that it was a son-in-law who had not yet married into the family, he actually felt relieved.

As long as he is not a descendant of the clan, it’s fine. If there is someone in the clan who violates the ancestral teachings, it means that there may be problems with the entire lineage.

Now it’s just that Uncle San doesn’t understand people well.

Moreover, the ideas that guy expressed and his views on Zhang Ze always made me feel like he was judging others by his own standards.

"Kick him out of the Song family and let him go home to raise pigs. I'll talk to Third Uncle and Little Sister. Don't worry about it."

After dealing with this son-in-law who was a natural villain, Song Chang fell into deep thought while holding the demon-subduing pestle. After a moment, he stood up and said.

"I will go there in person to pay him a visit. How can anyone who is favored by the Sword Sect be a mediocre person? I think he knows everything we have done. Now it is best to be honest."

After saying that, Song Chang asked the second master to bring out the most powerful family heirloom magic weapon of his Song family.

The spectrum of love and friendship.

As long as you leave your name on it, when the Song family calls someone, that person will feel it no matter where he is.

As for whether to come and help, it all depends on friendship.

After all, it's friendship, not a threat.

Many names have been added to this new page of the friendship tree. They are all the wandering cultivators and eccentrics that Song Chang sponsored and befriended after he took over the family affairs.

[Xiao Yan, Fang Han, Ye Fan, Shi Hao, Li Feiyu, Bai Xiaochun, Wang Lin.]

There was no special reason. After seeing those people, Song Chang's intuition told him that this group of people would definitely be extraordinary in the future.

Qianji Pavilion reception room.

Zhang Ze looked at the sudden visitor in front of him and listened to Song Chang's apology for the previous surveillance. He sighed softly.

"Why is the villain's face-off segment before the sect competition missing?"

"Why are you being so frank? Who can fill in the emotional gap I'm missing?"

Of course, Zhang Ze was just thinking about it and didn't say these weird words out loud.

The Song family is actually very important to Qianji Pavilion. Currently, Qianji Pavilion and Zhendong Trading Company have no connections or trade routes in Xizhou.

If you want to do business in Xizhou, the effect of cooperating with the Song family will be better than that of Yaowang Valley.

After all, the reputation of a certain valley master in Xizhou is a bit...

"Brother Song, be honest. I already know about it. I have no problem with this cooperation, but I can't tell you the specific details." Zhang Ze shook his head.

He was not refusing, but Zhang Ze was recently arrested by his mother-in-law and secluded for the sake of peace in the four continents. After he came out of seclusion, he became enemies all over the world. He really knew nothing.

Dandan is with his junior sister's Xinhe Liansheng, while Lily is obsessed with winning the championship at the Qinghe Conference.

These two are now guarding against him like they are guarding against thieves, hiding all their new goods as secret weapons.

But Song Chang misunderstood Zhang Ze's meaning and continued to speak frankly.

"Brother Zhang, please take a look. This is the Song family's Hundred Craftsmanship Chart."

Looking at Song Chang who was too frank, Zhang Ze waved his hand and said, "Forget it, just follow me first."

Zhang Ze led the way and took Song Chang to the back mountain of Qianji Pavilion. As soon as he crossed a white line, he saw a golden whirlwind rushing over and jumping around Zhang Ze.

There is a sign hanging around Maomao's neck.

[No spying on our military intelligence]

Zhang Ze spread his hands and said, "This is the situation. There's a quarrel going on at home right now, so I can't really discuss the details. I also don't know what new products we have."

Song Chang looked at the big dog and was a little unsure of the Qianji Pavilion's tactics.

This seems like an excuse, sounds like a joke, but because it is too outrageous, it seems to be true.
"Since Brother Zhang said so, Song will just wait a few more days."

A few days later, the Qinghe Conference began, and the curtain covering the entire plain was removed. Song Chang finally saw the new thing that Zhang Ze had mentioned.

"Master, will Qinghe be like this?" The second master of the Song family opened his mouth and walked in this newly built city.

"Probably, but it didn't seem to be like this before." Song Chang was also a little confused.

This Qinghe Association seemed to be too new, leaving most people feeling a little lost.

The entire city was planned in the shape of a lotus.

Several petal-shaped arenas housed arenas, each with its own uniquely designed environment, capable of shifting freely between the five elements, instantly creating a variety of independent terrains. Numerous crystal screens were set up in the air and on the street plazas outside the arenas.

At that time, the competition situation in the venue will be broadcast live, and the monks watching will only need to perform a fixed spell to dial into the corresponding crystal screen.

Receive live broadcasts in real time and choose corresponding commentary.

If you are a real lazy person, you can also buy a Qinghe series collector's edition Little Walnut and watch the live broadcast of each game in real time while lying in bed.

Of course, the most exciting thing is to watch it live, because you can be a bloodthirsty audience.

On the commentary desk.

Wang Buyu looked at Li Guanqi, "Is this reasonable?"

Li Guanqi fiddled with the thing called a microphone, and after confirming it wasn't turned on, he shook his head at Lao Wang. "That doesn't make sense. Where's that little bastard Zhang Ze?"

Wang Buyu sighed, "He's in another venue, and he asked me to bring you a message."

"What?" Li Guanqi asked.

"He said he is currently fighting for the Sword Sect. As a commentator and host, you should try not to have any contact with the players, so as to avoid gossip that may affect the reputation of the Sword Sect." Wang Buyu took out a small piece of paper and read it.

Li Guanqi, “.”

It's no wonder that Old Li was angry, because the position of the elder outside the Qinghe venue was originally a hot job, the kind that a group of old guys had to fight for.

In the past, this form of exchange was elegant, full of artistic conception and Zen.

On the bank of the Qing River, willows sway gently. A group of immortal cultivators in flowing white robes sit together with a few good friends, drinking tea and wine.

On the cloud platform, the elders of various sects gathered together to observe the talented people in the field and practice martial arts.

And from time to time they would make a few comments, or brag to their old friends around them, saying that this is so-and-so's apprentice, that I have taught that kid some martial arts, that your granddaughter seems to be a good match for him, and so on.

After the martial arts performance, you can also say a few polite words and give some comments and advice to the young people. If you meet a promising seedling, you can even give him some opportunities or take him in as your disciple.

All in all, this should have been a very easy and pretentious thing to do.

But now that Zhang Ze has taken over, it seems a little boring.

In the field.

Zhuge from Mount Longhu also yawned. As a loser who was forced by his master to participate in the competition, what he wanted to do most now was to go home quickly.

So he eagerly hoped that his opponent was a rare genius, so that he could be killed openly, and then go back to his room to lie down and wait for the Qinghe meeting to end.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

Zhuge Ye's opponent is a cultivator from Qianji Pavilion, and during the process of drawing the venue, the terrain of the field is also favorable to Zhuge.

But he hasn't given up struggling yet, trying to figure out how to lose more naturally.

Zhuge also saw Li Guanqi, whom he had met once, on the commentary desk and bowed to him.

In the past, Lao Li should have given a false gesture and said a few words of encouragement, but now on the commentary desk, he felt awkward no matter what he did and had no choice but to nod in response.

Just when Zhuge was about to fall asleep and the curious people in the stands were clamoring for a refund, the people from Qianji Pavilion finally arrived.

She is a little girl with pigtails.

Xiaomei was originally a cultivator from the Fahuan Sect. After joining the Qianji Pavilion, she was spotted by a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain and received careful guidance. She just achieved the state of Dan last month.

If we must say, Xiaomei can be considered Zhuge Ye's junior sister.

However, no matter what family she came from, Xiaomei's strength is not enough to defeat Zhuge Ye. Even ten Xiaomeis tied together cannot defeat him.

Zhuge also scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. The outcome of the game could be seen at a glance, and he couldn't lose even if he wanted to.

If you act too fake, you will be beaten when you get home.

I could only win reluctantly.

"Junior Sister Mei, please." Zhuge said humbly and gracefully.

"Brother Zhuge, I'm sorry."

Xiaomei took a deep breath, glanced at the two Sword Sect elders at the commentary desk, and then began to take things out of the storage ring.

Zhuge was also very graceful and did not interrupt the little girl's transformation, but as he watched, he put away his nonchalant expression and turned to Lao Li to make an expression that this was okay.

Old Li pretended not to see anything and was pretending to look up at the sky.

"I'm ready." Xiaomei looked at Zhuge seriously.

At this time, there were quite a lot of people around Xiaomei.

Three Jindan-stage sword spirits and two enhanced Thousand Machine Puppets.

There were also two Five Elements cats summoned by the Cat Talisman, aiming at Zhuge Ye with two Thousand Machine Cannons.

Xiaomei also put two strange boxing gloves on her hands.

Not only Zhuge was confused, but even the audience present was confused.

After all, the original intention of the Qinghe Association was to discover good talents and then make angel investments, so almost everyone would not rely too much on magic weapons, but would try their best to demonstrate their own practice methods and their own strength.

If the pockets are full of magical weapons, it will become a competition of the foundation of each sect, and the original intention and meaning will be lost.

But when he arrived at Qianji Pavilion, he seemed to become twisted again. After all, they were practicing Qianji magic, so it seemed reasonable for him to carry more Qianji magic tools in his pocket.

Just like the Sword Sect and the Beast Tamer, you can't stop the Sword Sect from carrying swords and the Beast Tamer from carrying dogs.

"Forget it, Junior Sister Mei, please go ahead."

Zhuge also stepped into formation, signaling Junior Sister Xiaomei that she could start the attack.

Xiaomei started moving.

One sword spirit protected Xiaomei, and two sword spirits rushed towards Zhuge.

Sword lights were everywhere, but Zhuge did not move. He just slightly turned sideways and avoided the sword lights. He took another step forward, his figure disappeared, and then appeared behind a sword spirit.

Zhuge also clapped his hands lightly, hitting the sword spirit on the back.

This palm strike was not very powerful, but it made the sword spirit's color darker.

From the beginning to the end, the formation under Zhuge Ye's feet moved with Zhuge Ye's footsteps.

The sword spirit was so strong that it was obviously the effect of this magic circle.

Seeing this, Xiaomei did not step forward, but instead directed Maomao to start shooting talismans towards Zhuge Ye.

But it didn't hit Zhuge Ye, but shot towards the surrounding area.

Xiaomei also had some knowledge of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain's methods. The simplest way to break this formation was to disrupt the Five Elements. Once the situation was broken, maintaining this strange formation would require the cultivator's own mana, which would consume a lot of energy.

In the stands, Song Chang frowned slightly, feeling that the Thousand Machines Method was not that mysterious after all. If he only relied on numbers to win, he would be at a disadvantage.

"This little girl is going to lose."

Zhuge also saw this. He directly withdrew the Qimen Formation, cast a thunder talisman, and then turned into a flash of lightning and rushed towards Xiaomei.

The power breaks all laws, and pure strength is the key to defeating fancy tricks.

Just when Zhuge was about to use a mind-boggling but harmless soul-shaking technique on Xiaomei to end the battle, he suddenly heard Xiaomei remind him of something.

"Brother, be careful."

Almost as a subconscious reaction, he exited the Five Elements Escape Technique and flew backwards.

At the place where he had just stopped, two soul-binding spells were released from the two Thousand Machine Puppets beside Xiaomei, and the powerful thunder spell disappeared.

It was not broken up by a counteracting spell, but was directly swallowed up by something.

At that moment, as Xiaomei swung her fist, the lightning was cut off in the middle, and a strange blank appeared between the thunder, and then the lightning was completely swallowed up by the blank.

It was very similar to the space Taoism, but not entirely. This punch did not emit any aura.

But no matter what it was, this punch would at least leave him half crippled.

This punch can devour the thunder magic, and naturally it can also devour the golden light that protects the body.

No matter how talented Zhuge is or how steady his heart is, he cannot withstand real damage.

The stadium fell silent. Song Chang had already leaned out of the stands, his eyes fixed on Xiaomei's strange boxing gloves, puzzled.

What kind of magic weapon is this?
After throwing this punch, the boxing gloves on Xiaomei's hands also shook, and a burnt Thousand Machine Talisman Array was ejected.

But looking at Xiaomei's expression, there was no sign of fatigue after releasing the ultimate move, as if there was only a hint of heartache after losing money?

"What was that just now?" Zhuge also asked.

"Keep it secret. Brother, please come over here." Xiaomei remained motionless and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhuge also looked serious when he heard this, and was ready to take out some real things. His curiosity had been aroused.

He felt that the world outside Longhu Mountain was indeed as Uncle Tang had described, and seemed quite interesting.

On the commentary desk.

Wang Buyu touched his chin, which was covered with wrinkles, and turned to look at Lao Li. "What is this?"

Li Guanqi, "How would I know? Ask that little bastard Zhang Ze."

When the two of them were talking, they forgot to turn off the microphone, and their voices were heard from far away.

(End of this chapter)