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Unlike the various hawkers and gossips in the streets and alleys, the parties here are actually not very interesting.

They are all people with status, even if they are interested in gossip in private, it is impossible to reveal it in front of everyone. Therefore, this highest-level gathering in the ghost market is just a plain enjoyment, which is rare in the underworld. Delicious food, plus a casual talk about things that are not big or small.

After all, the gatherings that occur in every ghost market are initiated by King Qin Guang, and anyone who comes will give some face.

But Shen Tu was obviously one of the few people who didn't need to give him face.

Several people took turns to talk to Shen Tu about the recent big and small daily life of the underworld, and Shen Tu soon showed a lack of interest.

After sitting for about two hours, there was a faint burst of laughter outside, and I don't know what happened.

Although Shen Tu was a little curious, he also knew that he should not interfere with the affairs of the underworld, so he simply stood up and said: "The words have been brought, I will go back first."

Naturally, everyone didn't stop him, they all got up and sent him a few steps.

Shen Tu took two steps, and when he passed Su Wenjun and Nan Gongjing, he stopped suddenly: "Huh?" His eyes fell on Nan Gongjing.

Everyone watched Shen Tu off, and at this moment, everyone present followed Shen Tu's gaze and looked at Nangong Jing.

Nangong Jing was surprised, but his face remained unchanged, he only raised his eyes to look back at Shen Tu, and that bold look made Shen Tu's eyes even more interesting: "There is such a person? It's kind of interesting."

I don't know if he did it on purpose, everyone can feel that the suppressed coercion on his body has been released a little bit, the ghost emperor is the one who stands at the top with killing, this release is not just because of his high cultivation , and the killing intent and fighting intent that flooded in.

Nan Gongjing frowned slightly, and soon became expressionless again, standing upright on the ground with the wooden warehouse in his hand, resisting Shen Tu's coercion head on.

King Qin Guang and the others watched from the sidelines and thought it was inappropriate. He just wanted to interrupt Shen Tu's actions and persuade him politely, but he did not expect that Su Wenjun took a step forward, and the pen was already in his hand. In his hand: "What advice does Emperor Shentu have for this?"

This stop of her blocked part of the coercion, but made Nan Gongjing change color slightly, trying to stop Su Wenjun.

Fortunately, Shen Tu finally looked away, glanced at Su Wenjun, and simply put away all the coercion: "It's nothing, but I didn't expect there to be someone with the same breath as you." He looked at Nangong Jing again, There was a little appreciation in his eyes, "It's a rare fighting spirit, not bad."

After finishing speaking, Shen Tu left here directly.

He thought in his heart that he could tell his boring younger brother about it when he went back. It was easy to find someone with a strong evil spirit in this huge underworld, but he had never seen someone with such a pure fighting spirit with a strong evil spirit.

Because of Shen Tu's inexplicable burst of power, the interest of the small party was gone.

Everyone greeted and left, Su Wenjun cast a simple trick on himself and Nan Gongjing, left the attic and walked around the street.

For the cultivators of all races, the most important thing to look at for such types of spells as blindfolding is cultivation.People with high cultivation bases can use it, but those with low cultivation bases can't always see it through.

Of course, there are also very rare people who are born with the ability to see through various spells and illusions due to their own talent, race, etc., and they are not counted among them.However, most of these are monster races, and their number is extremely rare, and they rarely enter and leave the domain of other races.

At least, in the ghost market, Su Wenjun's technique is hardly seen by anyone.

Without Su Wenjun's identity, the two of them looked like ordinary ghost cultivators, and they would have less trouble wandering around the street.

From time to time, you can also meet stall owners calling for sales along the way. As long as they stay in front of the stalls, they can hear endless introductions-there are also various magical stories and exaggerated words.

These are not what "Su Wenjun" can hear.

For a while, Su Wenjun wandered around with great interest, and really bought some gadgets that were of little use to them.

Of course, they also quickly encountered the source of the noise that they had faintly heard in the attic.

A large group of people surrounded it, and there was a small space in the middle, and some people stood in it.

Su Wenjun and the other two have very strong spiritual consciousness, they can detect the movement inside without going to the crowd.

To be precise, standing in the middle were five humans on one side and a similar number of ghost cultivators on the other.

They had been arguing for a while, and at this moment, a patrol team of ghost messengers had arrived here. The five humans looked angry, and three of them pressed their hands directly on the hilts of their swords. It is possible to draw the sword at any time.

The man standing in front of them had a stern face, and he was talking to the ghost messengers, obviously not wanting to fight.

Most of the people gathered around were ghost cultivators. To be honest, a few human sword cultivators were nothing to them.No matter how advanced the cultivation base is, the ghost sea tactics can bury them.

However, the human cultivators who can come to the ghost market like this are generally capable. If there is a real fight, a few humans will definitely lose, but the ghost cultivators may also suffer casualties.Human beings can still come to the underworld when they die, but if ghost cultivators die again, they will really be wiped out.

"We didn't intend to provoke the underworld." That's what the leading sword repairman said.

He looked directly at the ghost messenger, looking extremely open-minded.

Several ghost messengers communicated with each other, and the leader just patted the soul chain hanging on his waist: "But it's a fact that you don't have a ghost market entry and exit letter. If you enter the underworld without permission, you need to wait with me, and the judge will let you go." Your Excellency and Your Highness will decide."

"But, who knows what will happen if we leave with you?!" The one who rushed to speak was the sword cultivator who pressed his sword in the back. He looked very young, and his voice trembled a little.

The ghost messengers looked at him in unison, showing a sneer of unknown meaning.This kind of smile didn't mean much at first, but the ghost cultivators were pale and cold, and there was even a big ghost with a hideous face in this team of ghost messengers. The bloody mouth and the sinister smile directly stimulated The nerves of several sword cultivators.

brush--

Finally, someone couldn't hold back the uneasiness in his heart and drew out his sword.

The sword cultivator at the front couldn't stop him, his heart trembled, he quickly took two steps back and grabbed the hand of the person who drew the sword, while looking around.

The ghost cultivators onlookers were in an uproar, and their faces finally showed direct malice. Several ghost messengers even took out their weapons directly, and the situation was about to explode.

The sword cultivator could judge that even if he said anything at this moment, it would be of no avail.

For a moment, powerless despair filled his heart, and he felt a tinge of remorse, and needed... Shouldn't he bring them to this fabled ghost market?

"Stop." Nangong Jing's voice suddenly pierced into the tense atmosphere that was about to explode.

Everyone at the scene looked at the source of the sound in unison. The ghost cultivators surrounded there seemed to be pushed away softly but unquestionably by indescribable force, and they unconsciously gave way. into the crowd.

When several sword repairmen saw Nangong Jing walking in, their eyes lit up, but then they showed puzzled expressions.

Is this person... a human race?

They didn't feel the ghost cultivator's unique yin energy from Nangong Jing, but they had never heard of such a figure among human practitioners, making Mu Cang's predecessor?

Before they could come up with a result, they saw those ghost messengers ignore them, put away their weapons politely, and clasped their hands together.

This newcomer is clearly from Guixiu's side? !

But... what is her identity?Those ghost messengers looked very polite, but they didn't have any titles.

"Trespassing into the underworld, you should have followed the ghosts to investigate, and you drew your sword to make an enemy of the underworld?" Nan Gongjing swept his eyes, and asked loudly, the sharpness in his eyes directly made them break out in cold sweat.

If it was said that they were surrounded by ghost cultivators and ghost messengers for questioning, making them so nervous that they lost their minds and drew their swords, but Nangong Jing directly suppressed them so much that they even lost their will to draw their swords.

This man has killed many people.

They can feel that in her eyes, they are not even living creatures, but an existence that generally does not need to be cared about by an object.

Nangong Jing calmed down a few people, and the ghost messengers were vigilant and moved immediately.

Under their control, the chain of soul locks tied several sword cultivators in a circle, but the leader of the ghost guard reluctantly comforted them in a good mood: "Don't worry, if you find out that Er et al. accidentally strayed in, I won't treat you do what."

After this slap in the face and appeasement, several sword repairmen finally withdrew their swords and became much more honest.

The ghost messengers tied up five people, and the leader walked up to Nangong Jing: "Thank you for your help, my lord, I will take them back first and report to them."

"En." Nangong Jing nodded, turning around and leaving without any intention of interfering.

Seeing that the bustle was gone, the surrounding ghost cultivators also gradually dispersed.

Nangong Jing walked towards the direction that Su Wenjun said before, she would not deceive her eyes, and she could hide her figure only after reuniting with Su Wenjun.

However, before she could get there, she was suddenly stopped by someone.

"You are?" Nangong Jing looked at Guixiu in front of him suspiciously, and asked suspiciously.

She has been in the underworld for several years, but she has never dealt with ghost repair alone.The ghost cultivator in front of him was actually wearing a red robe, which hung loosely on his body, revealing fair skin on his chest, which looked quite charming.Looking at the face again, the corners of the long and narrow eyes were reddish, and he winked at Nangong Jing: "I have heard that Mr. Nangong is super powerful, powerful, and handsome. I wonder what the lord thinks of me?"

"..." Nan Gongjing frowned slightly, resisting the urge to stab the male ghost of the Yasha ghost clan in front of him with a wooden warehouse, and just said with a cold face, "It's not that good, get out of the way."

There was a murmur of whispers around them, as if discussing the two of them.

That Yasha ghost was thick-skinned, and he didn't look angry at all. Instead, he stretched out his hand to lean on Nangong Jing: "My lord, I was born with a different body, and it is of great benefit to practice and practice with me. Excellent children of the same clan can They are all looking forward to me!"

Before he fell on Nangong Jing, Nangong Jing quickly took two steps back.

Yasha Ghost still wanted to catch up, but he felt a cold and huge pressure suddenly pressing on him, making him breathless.

Not only that, what makes Yasha ghost hold back and dare not move is the sharp wooden barn point in front of his eyes, which is directly pressed against his throat. As long as he is pushed forward, it can penetrate deeply into his throat. throat.

Apparently, the Nangong Jing he had a crush on had no intention of sympathizing with her.

The surroundings were instantly silent.

The coercion on the Yasha ghost was not aimed at the Yasha ghost alone, even the ghost cultivators who watched the excitement around could clearly feel it, and those with low cultivation even fell to their knees on the spot.

Nangong Jing's hands were extremely steady, and he raised his eyes to look at the street not far away.

Su Wenjun stood there, also watching her quietly.

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