The Monk

Chapter 131 Ghost Sword

Deacon Gu spoke, but Cui Huan'er didn't dare to speak. After a pause, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Deacon Gu walked downstairs and slowly came to stand in front of Zhang Ao, looking down with his eyebrows. Zhang Ping took the initiative, no matter who he was, there was no difference between offending one person and offending a group of people. He gave him a careless look, he was very young and handsome, and thought to himself: "It's quite difficult to find an ugly demon cultivator." He continued to eat. drink.

Is the deacon of the Holy City treated as a transparent person? All the monks in the restaurant were shocked. Deacon Gu was not troubled. He slowly glanced at Zhang Ping, Song Yunyi and the little pig crawling on the table to eat fiercely. He said, "Where are you from? What are you doing in the Holy City?"

This guy is so scary! Apart from being young and handsome, this was the only feeling that Deacon Gu gave Zhang Fear. Songsong stood in front of him, but it was like a huge mountain that could topple at any time, giving people endless pressure. Zhang Aichang sighed: "Why are you scaring me? You can't do anything in the city." Typical of breaking the jar. An An held Song Yunyi's hand and used Qi to help her relieve her pressure.

Deacon Gu didn't expect him to be so bold. He smiled slightly and wanted to say something. When he glanced at the pig on the table, he was suddenly startled. How could it be possible? How could an ordinary pig not feel such a powerful pressure and still eat and drink like crazy? The spiritual consciousness was sent over, and the blood and bones were clearly displayed. Yes, it was a little pig. Although it looked a little strange, it was indeed an ordinary animal. Weird, really weird. Deacon Gu couldn't figure out why the little pig wasn't afraid of him.

Xiaozhu didn't think he existed at all. He snorted all the food on the table and snorted at Zhang Afraid, meaning he wanted more. There were outsiders here, so I didn't dare to offend Uncle Pig, so I asked the waiter to serve the dishes again. After the waiter left, Zhang Zhi had no choice but to accept it. Even the waiters were all foundation-building monks. They were really awesome.

Their indifferent attitude finally angered Deacon Gu, and he said coldly: "Don't be too arrogant." He walked downstairs with his sleeves rolled up.

Because Deacon Gu was here, Cui Huan'er never dared to speak. When he saw him leaving, he hurriedly said, "I wonder if the young master is willing to join the Holy City Yunying Guard?" Zhang was afraid of not answering and asked instead: "What kind of cultivation is Deacon Gu?"

"The mid-level monk in the Nascent Soul stage is said to be about to break through the ranks and advance to the high level."

No wonder it's scary, it's nearly one level higher than me. Zhang Ping originally wanted to refuse, but when he saw that all the fly monks around him were staring at him intently, he immediately changed his mind and said, "Can you think about it? I want to go to the auction first."

Cui Huan'er wasn't worried about being rejected. Demonic cultivators all over the world were looking for him. How could he be so stupid as to risk his life? Rourou smiled and said: "Master, please think about it quickly. I'll see you at the auction tomorrow." Then she said with a pun: "This sister is so beautiful, Master, please keep an eye on her." After saying that, she left. Zhang Aizhi frowned: "Is she threatening me?"

The intervention of the Holy Capital made it difficult for the monitors of the thirteen sects within the four major families outside the pass. A few people were left to continue following, while the rest went back to contact the sects to discuss what to do next.

There were finally a few people around, and Zhang was afraid to close his eyes and think deeply. Yong San appeared at this moment, sat down opposite Zhang Wen and said with a smile: "You are the second low-level monk with great influence in the Holy City in more than a hundred years. I admire you so much that even the Yunying Guards want to take you in." Getting started." Zhang Ping didn't agree with his point of view: "I am a high-level practitioner of pill formation! Does this count as a low-level one?"

Yong San looked down on him: "Based on my family's situation, you are indeed a low-level monk." "Your family? Dragon God Valley? Is it that exaggerated?" Zhang Ping didn't believe it. Yong San patted his chest and said, "We are pretty much the same in cultivation. I just can't survive at home and I am forced to go out and live my life. It's hard."

"It's so hard. I've never seen you do any hard work other than eating and drinking." When it comes to cultivation, Zhang I'm afraid he has a question. If he practices with living people, his cultivation will improve quickly. Otherwise, why would he meet a demon cultivator? Higher than me?

Yong San stopped chatting with him and said seriously: "Have you thought about it? Come with me?" "Go to Dragon God Valley with you? What's the difference between joining the Yunying Guards?" Zhang Ain said with a smile, but he was horrified in his heart. , Dragon God Valley is so cool, can you take people anywhere in the Holy City?

Yong San also laughed: "The difference is huge. There are many rules in the Holy City. After joining, Yongsheng will obey the orders of the Holy City and will never leave until death. Dragon God Valley is different. You can go wherever you like. No one cares about you. As long as you speak out the strange fire Secret, I will take you safely out of the Holy City and escape the pursuit of these unlucky families."

The unlucky one is me, not these families. Zhang Awei thought about it for a while and said: "Think about it." Yong San didn't rush him: "Well, think about it slowly, don't be anxious, as long as you have money to live in the Holy City for a lifetime, you can guarantee it." No one can touch you in this life."

Zhang was afraid of pretending not to hear the irony in his words, so he changed the subject and asked: "How powerful is hard iron?"

"Hard iron is not powerful. What is powerful is the refined ghost sword. The surface of the sword is pitch black, the blade is thin and sharp, and there are nine ghost heads from the tip to the end of the blade. When the sword is cut, a black line will fly out, and there will be no blood." Pass away, and all the magical weapons are as fragile as paper in front of it."

"Wait a minute, I think I've seen the knife you mentioned before." Zhang Ping remembered the two strong men.

Yong Sanchi smiled and said: "Those are all fake. Since the ghost sword appeared in the world, many low-level monks like to get fake swords to show their appearance. You can't imagine how powerful the real ghost sword is, otherwise why would there be so many of them? People follow you.”

Hearing him introduce the Ghost Sword, Zhang Ai was actually a little scared. Is it still a sword when he talks about it so suspensely? Yong San continued: "Just now I said that you are the second low-level monk with great influence in the Holy City in more than a hundred years. The first one is the master of the Ghost Sword, a young monk with a high level of foundation building. Suddenly you have a Ghost Sword in your hand. Appeared, traveled from the south to the north, and took thirteen days to reach the Holy Capital. He killed 412 monks at the Dan-Jie stage and above, killing an average of more than 30 people a day, including five Nascent Soul masters, and the entire Holy Kingdom was shocked. , the deputy lord of the Holy City, Aotian, led eight battalions of guards outside the city to prevent him from entering the city. After twenty rounds of fighting, the master of the ghost sword retreated and walked around the city. From that moment on, no one in the world saw him again. Know who he is and where he comes from.”

Zhang was afraid that Song Yunyi would be extremely shocked when he heard that the Foundation Establishment cultivator would kill the Nascent Soul cultivator? I originally thought that Zhang Afraid was enough, but I didn't expect that there would be more.

"It's a good thing that this person disappeared, but since then, all sects have increased their efforts to search for strange fires. It can be said that as long as your strange fire can refine hard iron, it is not difficult to become the nominal deputy capital of the Holy City. "

Listening to the clouds and mountains he was blowing, Zhang Wen couldn't help but think about it. If he could bring a ghost sword back to the desert, wouldn't it be possible for gods to kill gods and Buddhas, and there would be no need to run away anymore?

The two talked for a while, and Yong San, who was very eloquent, couldn't persuade Zhang Awei to go to Longshen Valley. He was very unhappy and ate and drank a lot. He threw the bill to Zhang Awei and ran away. Zhang Ping admired his shamelessness. There were few alchemy masters in the world who were freeloaders. He paid the bill with a sigh and looked for an inn to rest.

The next day, more than ten thousand monks filed into the central auction hall of the Holy Capital City.