"That's Duanmu Qing. She actually showed the origin of the inherited martial soul. What a powerful opponent she encountered."

"Yes, even though it is a thousand meters away, the martial souls that existed during the Tianwu Dynasty still put such heavy pressure on people."

"Haha, you don't know. According to the person who came out of Liushang Pavilion, the one who forced Duanmu Qing to show the origin of the martial soul was just a top-grade warrior, and it seemed to be a foreigner."

"This is impossible. Duanmu Qing is at the level of a great martial artist. When she meets a top-grade warrior, it's not like killing an ant. How come she still shows the origin of the martial soul? I guess she can even use martial arts skills."

"It's true that I came out of Liushang Pavilion. The man was indeed only a top-grade warrior. He first injured Jiang Muheng, took away a sketch of the remains, and then escaped from Duanmuqing's hands."

The ice crystal phoenix shining with cold light in the sky soared above the nine heavens. Every corner of Baishui City could be seen clearly, and many warriors were discussing together.

Baishui City, in Jiang Mansion.

Chu Chaoyun, the closed disciple of the Sect Master of Jianlan, looked at the ice crystal phoenix in the sky, and his expression changed slightly, and murmured: "Who is it? It can actually force Duanmu Qing to show the origin of the martial soul."

After he said that, a lightsword appeared under his feet, and led him into the air, turning into a sword shadow, chasing Duanmuqing, and soon disappeared into the sky.

＊Chang＊Feng＊Literature     bsp;In another wing room in the Jiang Mansion, Hua Yunfei, the prince of the Hua family, looked at Duanmuqing in the sky, and showed a playful smile on his face. After Chu Chaoyun flew with his sword, he spoke: "It's interesting, I want to see who is the sacred person, which actually attracted the two geniuses of Dongming."

In the wing room, several elders from the Hua family advised: "Criminal, we are here just for the powerful cave of the ancient human race. It is better not to have any trouble."

Hua Yunfei smiled faintly and said proudly: "I have the strange martial soul that is rare in the Hua family for a thousand years. I am destined to rise in this era. No one can stop it. Why are you afraid of such a little wave? Don't follow me."

After he said that, he turned into a blood-red river and rushed towards the sky. Wherever he passed, he was like a blood cloud, covering the sky and evil spirits soaring into the sky.

In the wing room of the Duanmu family of the Jiang family, a beautiful woman looked at Duanmu Qing in the air and said with some concern: "Second Elder, has Miss Duanmu encountered some danger? Should we help solve it?"

The luxurious and arrogant second elder, with a very demeanor, spoke calmly and said lightly: "No, this little trouble can't be solved, how can we be the princess of our Duanmu family?"

At the same time, in the hall of the Jiang family, Jiang Mingxun, the head of the Jiang family, was flying in the arrangement, "The Great Elder, immediately send someone to the wild forest. No matter how hard you find the person, you must get me a copy of the ruins. You must not let people from the three major forces obtain it."

"Second Elder, you set off to welcome the distinguished guest in Nanling immediately. Whether our Jiang family can get a little chance this time depends entirely on this distinguished guest."

"Three Elder, go to Liushang Pavilion to find the waste Muheng and put him in a month's confinement."

For a moment, in Baishui City, due to Xiao Chen's knife, the undercurrents surged and the wind and clouds changed color.

But no matter how earth-shaking the outside world is, the storm and surging winds, Fatty Jin's mood is unmoving sadness at this moment. This sadness turns into a river, repeatedly cleaning the fat man's weak heart.

"Young master, stop standing. You have been standing for an hour. If you stand, your body will have problems." A servant in the ruins of Liushang Pavilion comforted Jin Dabao in the sadness.

Although Liushang Pavilion had all collapsed, it did not cause much casualties. The guests on the first and second floors had already retreated before the explosion. The warriors on the third and fourth floors had a high level of cultivation, and all jumped out at the moment of collapse.

The waiter and servant in the store were both smart people, and they didn't leave any of them left when they were done, and they all appeared afterwards.

"ah……"

Just as the fat man was about to start scolding someone, a small moan came over. Jin Dabao's heart moved and he quickly looked at the source of the sound.

After pulling a few heavy wooden boards open, Jin Dabao saw Jiang Muheng who was seriously injured. Xiao Chen cut his chest with a knife. The wound was extremely deep and you could already see the internal organs in the chest. At this moment, the wound still had not healed and blood was still flowing out slowly.

The seriously injured body, coupled with the collapse of Liushang Pavilion, Jiang Muheng almost only breathed a sigh of relief at this time, moaning constantly, as pitiful as he was, and he had no usual demeanor.

Fatty Jin's eyes rolled, the clouds on his face dissipated, and he said to Jiang Muheng with a smile: "This is not Mr. Jiang, why are you like this?"

"Save...I..." Jiang Muheng's face was pale, extremely weak, his voice was faint, and he said intermittently.

Jin Dabao put his ears in front of him and said loudly: "Young Master Jiang, why are you talking louder? Oh, I heard it, save you! No problem."

Jin Dabao took out a porcelain bottle from his arms with a smile, shook it in front of Jiang Muheng's eyes, and said, "Young Master Jiang, have you seen it? This is the best golden sore medicine refined by a seventh-grade alchemist. Just sprinkle it on your wound, no matter what kind of wound you are, you can heal immediately."

"And this medicine has no side effects and will not leave scars. It is definitely the choice of a handsome young man like you." Fatty Jin stretched the medicine bottle to Jiang Muheng and said temptingly.

A hint of joy appeared on Jiang Muheng's pale face. He stretched out his left hand with difficulty, trying to hold the porcelain bottle in his hand, but Fatty Jin quickly withdrew his hand.

Jiang Muheng's face disappeared with joy, and he looked at Jin Dabao with confusion, not knowing what was going on.

Jin Dabao showed a look of embarrassment on his fat face and said, "Mr. Jiang, I feel destined to see you. If I were to give you this golden sore medicine on weekdays, I would have no complaints. But today you look at Liushang Pavilion, which has become a ruin because of your reasons."

"Your Fat Master, my path to wealth has been completely cut off. Now it's so poor that you are so poor. Don't your Jiang family have a commercial street in the west of the city? How about lending Fat Master, I will reopen Liushang Pavilion? As long as you say a word, you will immediately apply medicine to you with your own hands."

This fat man is so shameless. He only has one restaurant at most, and his annual sales are only five million taels of silver in Baishui City.

But there are countless shops in the Jiang family's commercial street, and you can get 20 million taels of silver every year by collecting rent. The tone of the fat man in Jin seemed to be the same as the Jiang family made it.

Jiang Muheng's lips squirmed, and his voice was extremely weak. Jin Dabao leaned his ears forward and said loudly: "Young Master Jiang, what do you say louder? I can't hear it. You say get out of it, mom."

"Damn." The smile on the fat man's face disappeared immediately after hearing this, and he said with a stern face: "Fat Master kindly saved your life, but he just wanted you to be on the street. You even scolded Fat Master. I really can't afford to be hurt."

"It feels really unpleasant to have a hot face against a cold butt. Let's go, Fatty, I'll block here. Let's see who dares to come. If your Jiang family comes, you can't take your people away."

The fat man stood up and took a step, but his trouser legs were caught by one hand. Jin Dabao had long expected that Jiang Muheng would not be willing.

He quickly turned around with a smile and said, "Mr. Jiang, have you changed your mind? The voice is too small. I'm listening, don't scold Fat Master, I'll be angry too."

"Then who, come and squat down quickly. Mr. Jiang has agreed."

In an instant, all the pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared in the fat man's hand. A servant squatted on the ground. The fat man held the brush in his mouth coquettishly, then dipped it in ink and began to curse it wildly.

He drafted the contract and put it under Jiang Muheng, and said with a smile: "Young Master Jiang, please sign another name. It's a good word. Even if Mr. Jiang was seriously injured, this word is written as a dragon and a phoenix dance, which is quite unique."

When Jiang Muqi finished signing the letter, the fat man immediately put away the contract, took out the bottle of top-quality golden sore medicine, and slowly sprinkled it on Jiang Muheng's wound.

The painful expression on Jiang Muheng's face slowly eased. He was on the verge of serious injury. At this moment, he fainted when he relaxed.

"Hahaha, it's so satisfying. Losing a gold mine brings a treasure mountain." Fatty Jin laughed wildly with the contract.

The servant next to him saw that the fat man really gave Jiang Mu the best golden sore medicine, and asked in confusion: "Young master, what you sprinkled on just now is really the best golden sore medicine refined by the seventh-grade alchemist?"

"Yes, what's the problem."

The servant said in confusion: "This is not like your style, Young Master. I thought you just took some third-grade potion and just passed by it."

Fatty Jin put away the contract again, held the golden folding fan, and knocked it hard on the servant's head, laughing: "You know a ball, a stupid and silly fool like Jiang Muheng, do you think there will be many in the entire Qin Dynasty? Don't their Jiang family still have three streets?"

"Fatty, I'll cure him. Next time I'm looking for him to cheat, what's the point of this medicine?"

The young man said in admiration: "Young master is so smart. This is just a long line to catch big fish. Why didn't I expect it?"

"Don't ask me about this kind of insulting IQ in the future." The fat man said very pretentiously.

After saying that, he brushed the gold folding fan and shook it hard a few times, raised his head to an angle of 45 degrees, looked at the floating clouds in the sky, and said with emotion: "Sometimes, this IQ is too high and it is also a kind of melancholy! Ask the heaven, who can understand me in this world? Life is really lonely like snow!"
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