Immortal Soaring Blade

Chapter 493: Three major chambers of commerce (Part 1)

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"Hmph, I think you are addicted to smoking, but there are some people you can't afford to offend!"

Seeing that the whip brought out a phantom, it was about to hit the two figures shrouded in black robes. Suddenly, a cold snort came from the tall figure on the left, followed by some angry words.

From the sound of his voice, he sounded like a young man, but even his head was wrapped in a black robe, and his whole body exuded a sinister aura, so he must not be a visible figure.

The figure next to this young man was like a dead tree from beginning to end, motionless, and not even a word was spoken.

When the invisible young man finished speaking, the phantom of the whip was about to fall on him. At this time, a spiritual aura suddenly burst out from his body.

"boom."

Violent spiritual power surged directly from around his body, and the realm of the late stage of the spiritual elixir realm could be seen at a glance. This scene immediately made the eyelids of the handsome young man wearing black and gold robes behind the roar of the three lions tremble. This level of cultivation It was actually a head taller than him.

But in the blink of an eye, he sneered in his heart, so what if he reaches the later stage of the spiritual elixir realm? Don’t forget that this is Luoyang City, so what if he comes to the ten spiritual elixir realms? No wonder this boy dares to resist, thinking that he can do it with his own strength. Are you provoking me? You must know that just now, I came all the way and whipped those despicable monks. I didn't suffer the consequences of being dumb. I didn't dare to talk, let alone resist.

The young man shrouded in black robes, when his spiritual power was released, he casually released a jet of spiritual power as black as ink. As soon as the spiritual power appeared, it carried a cold power, even if In this hot summer square, you can obviously feel that the temperature has dropped a bit. The coldness is not winter-like cold, but a chill that comes from the bones, with a biting meaning.

"Ding."

This jet-black spiritual power bounced onto the whip, making a crisp sound, and then the spiritual power dispersed, and the jet-black whip also lost its direction and bounced to one side, and the magic weapon of good quality On the whip, you can see with the naked eye a dense layer of cold air, but this cold air soon gradually dissipated as the two people touched each other.

When Zhao Jiuge saw this scene, he narrowed his eyes, the power of ice! However, it was also an ice attribute, but it seemed to be somewhat different from his own. Zhao Jiuge couldn't tell what the difference was.

Seeing that the whip he drew was blocked by someone, the young man who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage pulled by the roar of three lions immediately stood up and stared at the figure shrouded in black robes not far away with burning eyes. His chest rose and fell slightly. You must know that no one has ever dared to do anything to him. He can only hit people by himself, and no one else can take action against him.

Then the handsome young man in a black and gold robe said with an angry smile, "Where does this junior come from? He hides his head and tail like a mouse. Is he so shameless?"

The handsome young man in black and gold robes looked at the two figures. He did not immediately take action out of anger, but looked at them with a playful look like a cat chasing a mouse.

"This time it's finally my turn to watch the show, instead of me causing trouble again."

Seeing the appearance of a fight, the three people who were about to enter the city stopped and prepared to see what would happen next. Zhao Jiuge said with a playful smile on his face and crossed his arms across his chest.

"You can't say for sure. We haven't entered the city yet. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it when you see the Han Yanhua." Sanwu said with a smile while turning the prayer beads on the side while looking at Zhao Jiuge.

"Shut up, no one will think you are dumb if you don't speak."

Hearing Sanwu's voice, Zhao Jiuge immediately drank twice angrily, and at the same time continued to look at the man covered in black robes with interest in his eyes.

"Young master, I won't change my name or my surname when I sit down. I'm afraid of showing my true face when I come to Luoyang City. It's a joke. Since you want to see it, I'll let you see it to your heart's content."

As the voice sounded, the young man covered in black robe immediately raised his right hand and rolled back the black robe covering his head, revealing his true face.

He was a young man in his twenties. His appearance was not handsome, but he was somewhat delicate. The most important thing was that the skin on his entire face was extremely white and tender. The whiteness was a little abnormal, as if he was sick. Bai, at this moment, after the young man took off the black robe covering his head, he looked at the wealthy young man standing behind the roar of the three lions with a bit of arrogance.

At this time, on the carriage pulled by the roar of three lions, the old man with gray hair and gray robe who had been resting with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the two figures not far away with burning eyes. He just glanced at the pale young man, and then kept his gaze on the figure that looked like a dead tree, with an expression full of fear. Although that person did not reveal any spiritual power, this made him even more... It made him feel dangerous, but the old man did not act rashly, but quietly watched the next development of the matter. Anyway, we had already reached Luoyang City, and they were not afraid even if the outcome was bad.

"Now there's something exciting to watch. This young master of the Yang family is usually domineering, and few people disobey him. This time, I think that young man in black robe will have to shed a layer of his skin even if he doesn't die."

"Hmph, I can't see. Didn't I see that the young man in black robe is also not weak? I think the two of them can give it to each other. Let's wait and see the good show this time."

"Idiot, your strength is not bad but it is in the late stage of the spiritual elixir realm. Even if you are stronger than the young master of the Yang family, you haven't seen the Yang family in such a large formation with many followers behind them. The Yang family can be said to be the strongest in Luoyang City. Top existences, even some of the other first-class sects have to give the Yang family some face, and that young man in black robe is probably just some casual cultivator who has had some random encounters."

"That's not necessarily true. I don't think those two guys in black robes are righteous people. Didn't I see that they exuded a sinister atmosphere in broad daylight?"

"Shut up and just watch the show in peace. We don't need to worry about it anyway."

The young master of the Yang family who was riding the roar of a three-headed lion was already frightening and more attractive to the eyes and ears. Coupled with the fluctuation of spiritual power just now and the words of the young man in black robe, he immediately attracted a group of monks in the square outside Luoyang City. Even Zhao Jiuge and the three of them showed some interest in their eyes. The crowd in the square was talking about each other.

The young man standing behind the roar of the three lions and wearing a black and gold robe is named Yang Hao. He is the youngest and only son of the Yang family, one of the three ancient aristocratic families in Luoyang City. He is loved very much and is definitely untouchable in Leizhou. One of the characters.

Relying on the power in the family, this Yang Hao naturally does evil things, but others are afraid of the power of the Yang family, so they tolerate it as long as they can. And this Yang Hao is also used to this kind of attitude towards him. Today, he actually saw someone dare to refute him. And he even took action. He suddenly showed a cruel smile. Anyone familiar with Yang Hao knew that he was so angry that the monks who were watching looked at the young man in black robes with sympathy.

"My cultivation level is not high, but my tone is not small. I won't let you die today. You don't know how powerful I, Yang Hao, am."

Seeing the young man in black robe speaking with a loud tone, Yang Hao's face was full of anger, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised with sarcasm, and his every move showed arrogance.

Then Yang Hao waved his hand and shouted loudly to the monk behind him who was helping you wield the sword, "Fuck me, I want to live."

Although Yang Hao is arrogant and domineering, he is not a fool. He will not be foolish enough to fight with others. He knows that his strength is not as good as others, not to mention that he has people, so why bother to do it himself.

The eight spiritual elixir realm monks behind him were originally Yang Hao's followers. They were used to bullying men and dominating women. Now that they saw Yang Hao's order, they were already accustomed to it.

Among the eight monks wearing black magic armor, two are in the late stage of the spiritual elixir realm, and the rest are mostly in the early or middle stage of the spiritual elixir realm. These eight people not only have magic weapons and magic armor on them, but some of the magic weapons on them even have spiritual weapons. , this kind of formation can sweep away some small sects. As soon as the eight Yang family monks heard Yang Hao's instructions, they all started to move.

The eight monks of the Yang family moved well-trained and uniformly. As soon as they landed on the ground and stepped on the gray stone bricks in Luoyang City Square, they quickly held their flying swords in their hands. The flying swords in the eight people's hands were all the same. The style seems to be specially mass-produced by the Yang family.

"Buzzing..."

After the eight monks held the flying swords in their hands, a clear buzzing sound continued to sound, and then the spiritual energy on the eight people burst out at the same time, and the eight people showed a semi-elliptical shape, faintly wrapping the two people. It seemed that This is not the first time these people have done this kind of thing, and they have a tacit understanding with each other.

Then eight rays of spiritual light flashed, with sharp and sharp sword energy, like eight dragons flying in the air, and headed towards the young man in black robe who showed his face. The strength of the eight people was not weak to begin with. With the magic weapon in their hands and their own The spiritual power and the momentum of the attack left the surrounding monks dumbfounded and shocked. Even some monks who had just stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm shortly after such an attack might fall if they were a little careless, let alone with this look on their face. A pale young man in black robe.

Yang Hao stood on the carriage pulled by the roar of three lions, watching everything from a high position with arrogance on his face. Seeing the momentum released by his eight followers, his eyes couldn't help but have a look of satisfaction, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. As he stood up, with a cruel coldness, he seemed to have seen the young man in black robe being hit by the sword energy, then looking in a state of embarrassment, and finally kneeling down to beg for mercy.

Yang Hao stared hard at the young man in black robe, trying to find some fear and panic in his face and expression, but the result was very disappointing. The young man in black robe did not panic at all, on the contrary, his expression was as calm as Tan Qingshui, you must know that no matter how outstanding this black-robed young man is, he is definitely no match for his eight followers in a hurry, not to mention that this black-robed young man has not made any moves so far.

The current situation only means that the young man in black robe is frightened. Another situation is that the young man in black robe has a plan and a countermeasure. Obviously, Yang Hao thinks it is the latter situation. He does not think that this young man is scared. Silly.

Yang Hao frowned slightly. It was obvious that he already had bad premonitions and guesses in his heart. The old man in gray robe behind him, who had always been as unfazed as a dead tree, not only opened his eyes at this moment, but also He became more fierce, and he stared at the person next to the young man in black robe, his expression solemn and full of vigilance!