Chapter 90 Just Make Sense

Hearing this, Cheng Jing was not angry, but smiled, restrained his true energy, and landed on a leaf on tiptoe. Anyway, he couldn't catch up, so he might as well wait for the old man to come and give him an explanation.

After a while, the old man came in the air and slowly landed on the leaves of another tree. The man was bent over, with a pipe on his waist. He was thin, his hair was gray and dirty, and it was just tied with a cloth strip. He was wearing coarse linen clothes all over his body. He didn't look like a young master, but like an old farmer who came back from farm work.

"Are you determined to stop me?" Cheng Jing looked at the old man, recalled for a while, and made sure that he didn't know this person.

"Yes," the old man said frankly without any nonsense.

Cheng Jing didn't understand. It seemed that the old man was not a member of the Jinyiwei, and he should have nothing to do with this matter. Why was he so persistent in stopping him. So he asked in confusion, "I don't know you, old Taoist, and you don't look like a member of the Jinyiwei. Why do you need to do this?"

"I am from the Ghost Market, and Lord Zhao is also from the Ghost Market. Is this reason enough? If not, don't waste your words. If you want to fight, I'll accompany you!"

"No wonder." Cheng Jing murmured, putting his hand back on the hilt of the sword, his purple Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, and his white hair fluttering like an immortal. "I haven't been in the martial arts world for a long time. I didn't expect that there are so many masters in the martial arts world. Today, I came down the mountain and encountered the long-lost Huangquan Finger. It would be a pity not to learn it."

Before the old man could speak, the sword in his hand had been unsheathed, and the sword energy floated in the air as the long sword was unsheathed, and the strands of it continued to condense.

"Okay, I also want to learn the sword skills of the Qingcheng Mountain Tianshi." As the old man said this, he put his fingers together, and when the true energy was circulating, the true energy different from Cheng Jing diffused out and gradually condensed at the old man's fingertips.

Since they were going to fight, Cheng Jing would certainly not let them go. The true energy was released, and as the long sword drew a sword flower, the true energy behind him condensed into long swords. There were more and more long swords behind Cheng Jing, even covering a piece of heaven and earth, illuminating the dark sky.

The old man's momentum also continued to rise. As more and more true energy condensed, the old man seemed to become the Yama of Hell, and the already dark sky became more turbid.

"Zhu Xie!"

"Wangchuan!"

Cheng Jing, whose momentum had reached its peak, and the old man attacked at the same time. The long sword flew out, and the sword shadows flew towards the old man. Yama raised his hand and pointed out, as if he was pointing at Cheng Jing with the endless mountains of corpses and blood in the Wangchuan River.

The true energy of the two collided with each other, just like the sword fairy and Yama fighting, tearing all the objects in the range. The big trees were torn off by the roots, and waves of sand and soil were raised between the sky and the earth. The true energy spread, and even Zhao Jue, who was dozens of miles away, could feel it.

The power of the master is so terrifying!

"He"

"Ha"

The two people's true energy shot out in all directions, leaving gullies on the ground, up to one foot deep!

Until the two people's moves canceled each other out, the two people jumped up from the leaves and killed each other. For a moment, the sword energy and finger shadows were intertwined in a ten-mile radius, and even the birds and insects flying by were instantly torn to pieces and turned into blood mist all over the sky.

The two people fought for hundreds of moves before they put away their true energy and fell on the tree. They looked at each other with a smile, and their faces were full of enjoyment. The opponent was not surprised, let alone an evenly matched opponent. Hundreds of moves without a winner, it was really enjoyable!

"Good swordsmanship!"

"Good fingering!"

The two people spoke almost at the same time, with smiles on their faces. Until their true energy was restrained, they were still a little reluctant to leave, and even wanted to fight for hundreds of moves.

"Hahaha, enjoyable, worthy of being a heavenly master!" The old man smiled and praised Cheng Jing in a gentle tone.

Cheng Jing, who had put his sword back into the sheath, held up his long sword, his white hair fluttering in the wind, and said with a smile, "Thank you for the compliment. Your finger technique is equally mysterious, far superior to that of this Taoist."

"I heard that there are ten Yamas in the Ghost Market. I wonder which one you are?"

"Chu Jiang." The old man said frankly without hiding anything.

Cheng Jing saluted with his sword, "I didn't expect it to be King Chu Jiang. Since Lord Zhao is from the Ghost Market, this Taoist would like to ask: Who paid to buy my disciple's life?"

"Don't ask me, it's useless to ask. Not to mention you, even the two ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain can't beat that man together."

Cheng Jing, who hadn't straightened up yet, was shocked. The two ancestors of Qingcheng Mountain were both great masters. How many people in the world can't beat him together? Thinking of this, Cheng Jing was shocked. He couldn't help but tighten his hand holding the sword, his eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. Could it be...

Looking at Cheng Jing's furrowed brows, the old man interrupted Cheng Jing's thoughts and said, "What? Do you really want to seek revenge?"

After saying this, the old man himself may feel absurd, and hurriedly added, "Master, the ghost market doesn't have this kind of business."

"Then my disciple died in vain? How can I explain to other disciples? How can I give an explanation to Qingcheng Mountain? That is the most talented disciple in Qingcheng Mountain in a hundred years! There is hope of becoming a saint..." Cheng Jing was angry and spoke anxiously, as if he really had a lot of anger in his chest, and even his true energy fluctuated.

The old man didn't comment after listening. Others didn't know, but as the Yama of the ghost market, he couldn't know. This self-deceiving statement is completely untenable. If you can't beat him, it's all nonsense. Statement? The most appropriate statement is that they wiped out the Qingcheng Mountain clan!

"Master, don't deceive yourself. Isn't Wang Jiwei the most talented disciple in Qingcheng Mountain in the past hundred years? You can deceive others, but can you deceive me? Don't forget what business Ghost Market started from."

"Ghost Market is really good! Am I wrong to ask for an explanation?"

After thinking for a while, the old man slowly said, "I never stop others from going to death, but the ghost market really can't take this business. If you want a more reasonable explanation, for the sake of the Taoist priest accompanying me, I can think of one for Taoist priest."

Without waiting for Cheng Jing to express his acceptance or rejection, the old man clasped his hands behind his back, sat down comfortably, lowered his head and said, "Tangmen! It's reasonable and appropriate. Anyway, it's just an ordinary disciple who died. This is enough to explain. Taoist priest, you choose between lying or exterminating the family." One is, to be honest, the one from Tianshi Mansion...can't..."

Hearing this, Cheng Jing's cloudy eyes suddenly shone with a cold light. He didn't expect that Gui Shi even knew such a secret. Chengjing's eyes when he looked at the old man changed instantly, even taking on a murderous look.

"Don't think about killing people and silencing them. The ghost market has always been tight-lipped." The old man felt the change in Cheng Jing's aura and said with a smile, "Besides, how do you know I'm the only one? King Bian Cheng, King Qin Guang... .”

The old man did not continue speaking, but Chengjing had already understood the threat in the old man's words. If he went according to what the old man said, there was really nothing he could do.

"good."

"I'm grateful to you for being able to say this. Don't worry, if you want to separate life and death, you won't stop just now. Since you can't catch up, please sit with me and just act like it's a full set."

As if to compromise, Chengjing took back his true energy and spoke gently. The old man also withdrew his energy and the two of them sat in the air, neither of them speaking.

There was only the sound of the passing wind.

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