Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Suddenly there was one more person in the middle of the field, a woman in a black hemp skirt.

The woman's temples were white, isolated in the center of the field, where she stood, a breathtaking sword intent shot out.

"Crack!" The woman grabbed the black sword, her eyes were as sharp as two fierce swords.

"Master!" Wen Ling was overjoyed and trotted over.

"Yue Nu? Sword Emperor!" Hong Luan frowned.

The woman in the black linen skirt in the center is holding the black sword, and the sword intent in her eyes is gone, leaving only coldness.

She stared at the King of Beauty with extremely sharp eyes.

The powerful momentum, like a sharp sword, pointed directly at the hearts of the people.

Many of the strong men watching around retreated under this momentum.

"It's you, Yue Nv Sword Emperor!" Jiali Wang's face was extremely ugly.

Yue Nu asked coldly, "Why is my apprentice's sword in your hand?"

During the speech, a fierce spirit approached the beauty king.

Under Yue Nu's pressure, the face of the King of Beauty changed again and again.

Obviously, Yue Nu's aura is more fierce and powerful, and the King of Beauty is invincible.

"Master!"

Wen Ling stepped forward quickly, lowered her head slightly, like a child who made a mistake, and explained with a little guilt: "Master, I lent the sword to my cousin!"

"What's going on?" Yue Nu frowned, and slightly eased her suppression of King Jiali.

The momentum slowed down, and the beauty king also felt better, but at this time, the beauty king had already lost all face.

"Hmph!" The Belle King snorted coldly, venting her depression unwillingly.

Wen Ling immediately explained everything to Yue Nu.

"Oh? Swing the sword?" After hearing Wen Ling's words, the Yue girl suddenly raised her eyes to look at Wen Qian who was not far away.

"Yes, the cousin just threw the sword out, and then it fell into the hands of King Jiali!"

Wen Ling nodded affirmatively, and when she looked at Wen Qian, her expression became more and more complicated.

Jealousy of her once again caught everyone's attention, and even Master looked at her a little differently.

At the same time, I appreciate her calmness and fearlessness...

Yue Nu looked at it for a while, then retracted her gaze, landed on Wen Ling again, and said in a deep voice: "From now on, you will remember it for me. The sword is your life, the sword is always with you, and no one can borrow it!"

"Yes!" Wen Ling solemnly stretched out his hands.

The Yue girl handed back the black sword, turned her head and walked a few steps, and looked at Wen Qian formally.

His gaze, like a sharp sword, came straight to Wen Qian's face.

Yue Nu's eyes were extremely cold, but Wen Qian remained motionless.

Even, he smiled slightly at Yue Yue's girlfriend.

"Throwing the sword? Huh!" Yue Nu snorted coldly.

"call out!"…………

The strong men watching all around, their sabers let out bursts of sword cries again.

No one knew what Yue Nu's intention was, but suddenly, one person's saber shot up into the sky.

"call out!"

A long sword soared into the sky.

"call out!"

"call out!"

"call out!"

One after another, the long swords all around shot up into the sky.

One, five, ten, twenty, a total of sixty long swords soared into the sky.

"Ah, my sword!"

"Why did my sword fly?"

"Is it Yue Nv Sword Emperor?"

"It must be her!"

"Give me back my sword!"...

Those people with swords flying around all around showed panic in their eyes.

His own saber was actually controlled by someone else.

If the Yue Nv Sword Emperor wanted to take her own head, wouldn't it be as easy as pie?
"Bah!"

"Shhh!"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The sixty long swords suddenly turned their heads, all facing Wen Qian.

Then it turned into sixty streaks of light and came for an instant assassination.

"Oh!"

The method of stabbing Xie Yaohuan just now is exactly the same, approaching Wen Qian in the center, and it is still sixty.

Sixty streaks of light, like sixty urging talismans, marched forward indomitably, making a piercing sound of piercing the air.

The sword pierced through the void, and arrived at the front in an instant.

"If this thorn hits, I'm afraid it will become a humanoid hedgehog!"

"It's over, it's over."

The onlookers feel sorry for Wen Qian.

"Bastard!"

"you dare!"

Hong Luan and Lei Yufan suddenly burst into laughter.

Hongluan, Shuhua, and Lei Yufan shot at almost the same time, and a spiritual wall suddenly blocked Wen Qian's face.

"when!"

"Dang! Dang!"

Sixty long swords pierced into the spiritual wall and kept going deep. Two masters at the peak of Golden Core and a master at the peak of Foundation Establishment defended at the same time.

The long swords finally stopped.

The nearest one stopped three inches between Wen Qian's eyebrows.

Lei Yufan, Hongluan, and Shuhua stared furiously.

Yue Nu looked coldly and unambiguously.

As for Wen Qian, who was pointed at by the long sword, his expression remained unchanged. Even though the long sword was only three inches away from the center of his eyebrows, he didn't even twitch his eyelids.

Even Wen Qian looked at Yue Nu with interest, with a slight smile on her lips.

"boom!"

Under Lei Yufan's anger, the sixty long swords suddenly shot back.

Lei Yufan's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "Yue Nu, are you courting death?"

At this moment, Lei Yufan himself didn't know why he was so angry.

But seeing that Wen Qian's life was in danger, his mind went blank, and his rationality faded away.

"Sacred Son Lei!" Wen Qian said suddenly, and stopped Lei Yufan who was about to lose his temper.

"Huh?" Lei Yufan turned his head with a frown, the anger still lingering on Jun's face.

Wen smiled and comforted: "Thank you, I'm fine."

The warm and shallow smile seemed to have a special magical power, which instantly melted away the anger in Lei Yufan's heart.

"Yeah." Lei Yufan calmed down, exhaled secretly, and smiled at Wen Qian.

Hongluan and Shuhua still glared at Yue Nu angrily, but Yue Nu looked at Wen Qian strangely.

"You are not afraid of death?"

When the group of swords came, Wen Qian didn't have any mood swings?
It is difficult for Yue Nu to understand how this 17-year-old girl is so calm and composed.

Wen Qian smiled slightly: "You don't have murderous intent, why should I be afraid? However, I don't like this feeling!"

"Oh? You know murderous intent?" Yue Nv was slightly surprised.

Murderous, how could I not understand!

I have been a killer for several times, if I don't know how to kill, I'm afraid I should be stupid.

"You are my cousin's master, so I won't argue with you this time!"

Wen Qian raised her eyebrows, and said lightly: "Control the sword with the mind, and the heart of the sword is connected! My cousin has indeed found a good master. I am relieved that she can worship under your seat!"

"Huh?" Yue Nu's eyes became more and more strange, because she couldn't see through Wen Qian.

Although I could vaguely sense the spiritual energy fluctuations in her body, but if I looked closely, it was a blur, and I couldn't figure out her specific cultivation level, let alone see her.

Wen Ling at the side had a pensive look on his face.

She didn't understand why Wen Qian was so calm in front of the immortals?
Compared with Wen Qian's indifferent attitude, he seemed really much worse.

"A lot worse? No!"

Wen Ling's eyes froze suddenly, and he clenched his hands tightly.

She no longer underestimated Wen Qian, nor looked up to Wen Qian any more, her eyes were tinged with a trace of fighting spirit.

She wants the world to see that she, who was born with a sword body, is not inferior to Wen Qian at all.

Sensing Wen Ling's subtle changes, Wen Qian smiled relievedly: "Wen Ling, follow your master to practice swords well, and I allow you to challenge me once, but then you must be famous all over the world!"

"Famous in the world?" Wen Ling's expression changed, and he looked at Wen Qian fixedly.

Wen Qian gave Wen Ling a faint smile, turned to look at Lei Yufan, "Son of Yufan, let's go!"

"it is good."

When Lei Yufan heard that Wen Qian no longer called himself Lei Shengzi, but Yufan, he felt a little bit of joy in his heart, and he ignored the latter word Shengzi.

Wen Qian was in front, and Lei Yufan, Hong Luan, Shu Hua, and Chang Sheng followed behind, slowly walking into the crowd.

Seeing the backs of Wen Qian and his group leaving, almost everyone was silent for a while.

The beauty king's face was completely swept away.

There was a flash of admiration in Jin Liu's eyes.

Wen Ling's eyes and heart were full of fighting spirit. (end of this chapter)