Heavenly martial arts group

Chapter 89 106: The Evil Ghost in the Painting——Ning Xuanqiu
Kunling Peak has been very lively these two days.

Businessmen who sensed business opportunities have even arrived at the foot of the mountain, selling drinks, food, medicines, weapons, etc.

Since the discovery of the splendor on this peak two days ago, a large number of people from the nearby rivers and lakes have come to search the mountains and plains for possible treasures.

However, Kunling Peak is said to be a mountain, but in fact it is stretching and majestic. The area of ​​the whole mountain is not small, and there is snow on the top of the mountain, and there are many monsters in the mountain.

At night, only those with high skills or those who are in groups dare to stay overnight in the mountains, and the rest return to the mountainside or the foot of the mountain.

This also led to the addition of two temporary tea shops and wine shops at the foot of the mountain for people to rest and earn some money to make a living.

When Jiang Cheng and his party arrived at Kunling Peak, it was already midnight that night.

From a distance, you can see that there are bonfires everywhere in the open area at the foot of the mountain. There are many people around the two shops, carrying knives and guns, and their eyes are shining brightly in the dark night.

And looking at the towering black mountains, the roars of wild beasts and miserable screams of people and exclamations can be heard from time to time.

The mountain at night is undoubtedly full of dangers, it is a world of monsters and beasts in the mountain, even if there are really skilled and daring people who enter the mountain, there are also some people who are buried in the mouth of the beast.

The people left at the foot of the mountain were either extraordinarily rational and calm, or some casual cultivators who thought they were not strong enough.

When Jiang Cheng and Heishen walked out of the carriage under the respectful waiting of Luo Hu and others, they attracted the implicit attention of many eyes from around.

A look of fear and fear flashed in the eyes of many people, and some people looked at it leisurely, as if they were curious.

"Jiangye, there is a wine shop there, should we rest first or go directly to the mountain?"

Luo Huhou asked respectfully beside Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng's eyes under the veil of the bamboo hat looked around, and then at the dark mountains in the distance, and said casually, "Wait and see what happens, rest first."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes were already looking in the direction of the wine shop.

The wine shop is actually just a temporary shed with four tables.

At this time, the four tables were full of people, and they were all looking at them with vigilance or indifference.

"I'll go and clear the way for you." Luo Hu raised the sword in his hand, his eyes sharp.

"No need, just light a fire on the spot and rest for now." Jiang Cheng said casually, not to cause trouble.

Even if there is no danger of trouble, the open area is only so big, and others still need to make room.

There is no need for Jiang Cheng to do this at all, Luo Hu and others will solve it by themselves.

"What is the origin of this group?"

"Seeing that the subordinates of this group of minions also have some skills, the strength of the two leaders is probably extraordinary."

"The treasures haven't come out yet, don't make trouble, just let it go."

In the corner, some people whispered.

The people sitting at the tables in the tea shop and wine shop also form groups, or just one person at all.

Those who can sit in the tea shop and restaurant in such a situation are not mediocre. Just looking at the dry blood sprinkled on the ground around the tea shop and restaurant, you can know that the people who can sit in are not easy, and only those who have entered the rivers and lakes for the first time Only when you have a blue head will you plunge in, and your head will bleed.

A group of Rahu's men lit a fire.

A group of people sat together and looked at the distant mountain, and they also pricked up their ears to inquire about the surrounding information.

"Are you here to watch the fun, or do you want to come here to hunt for treasure? I think the little girl across from you is pretty, why don't you go hunt for treasure, and I'll go hunt for the girl?"

Black God sat not far from Jiang Cheng and sneered at Jiang Cheng.

His voice was so loud that some of the casual cultivators who were watching the movement around him looked weird when they heard it.

Jiang Cheng frowned slightly, and glanced at the three people sitting at a table in the tea shop.

These three people are all dressed in brocade clothes, two men and one woman, one is dark-skinned middle-aged, one is handsome young man, and one is fair-skinned and beautiful girl.

The woman seemed to be aware of Hei God's lewd gaze from a long distance away, and saw Hei God's wretched and constantly waving fingers. At this time, there was obviously extremely ugly anger and sharpness in her eyes.

"Brother." The girl turned to look at the handsome man.

The handsome man snorted coldly, his eyes were sharp, and he grabbed the sword in front of the table.

"Don't be impulsive, sit down." The dark-skinned middle-aged man said coldly, glanced at Jiang Cheng and his group from a distance, and frowned slightly.

When the middle-aged man said this, even though the youth and the girl were unwilling, they could only stare fiercely at Hei Shen and the others from afar.

"You're going to make me trouble." Jiang Cheng's face was calm, but his voice was a little cold.

He really doesn't like this kind of difficult to control people.

Black God shrugged indifferently, and moved his fingers faster towards the girl, as if he could touch her across the distance. He said in a calm voice, "Everyone has a love for beauty. This beauty's skin is like gel. White and red, it is the best, elegant people play it well, ordinary people play it well, both the refined and the vulgar, it is comfortable to go together."

At this time, Hei Shen's eyes froze suddenly, and he watched a white-haired old man who looked like a fairy suddenly appear out of nowhere and walked into the wine shop.

"Why is he here?" Black God's mouth twitched slightly, and his hoarse voice changed a bit.

Jiang Cheng was puzzled and glanced at the old man.

I saw that the old man went straight to the tables where the two men and one woman were sitting after entering the wine shop, but he was holding a ruler-long writing brush in one hand and a scroll in the other, and he smiled and cupped his hands at the three of them.

"The old man doesn't know." The dark-skinned middle-aged man saw the old man's refined temperament and amiable attitude, and he couldn't help but bewildered.

The old man had a smile on his face, and looked at the fair-skinned girl, "The old man sees that the girl has clear bones and a beautiful face, but you must know that a beautiful face is easy to age. After a hundred years, it is only a piece of loess, so why not let the old man paint for the girl with his own hands?" One pair, to last forever, for future generations to look up to?"

As soon as the old man said this, the surrounding atmosphere became quiet.

At the other tables, someone had already guessed his identity, and his expression changed slightly.

Some casual cultivators farther away were recognized, and they also had strange and disgusted faces.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man was taken aback for a moment.

It was the first time for that young girl to be praised so much, she couldn't help being stunned, but she was still polite enough to respond shyly, but just as she opened her mouth, the dark-skinned middle-aged man let out a low shout and slapped the table.

"Ning Xuanqiu, the evil ghost in the painting, are you Ning Xuanqiu? You old man, how dare you pay attention to my niece."

Hearing the name of the evil ghost Ning Xuanqiu in the painting, there was an uproar all around, and the complexion of the fair-skinned girl suddenly turned pale and ugly.

And the old man with bone fairy style sighed like regret, but suddenly pointed out the brush in his hand.

Chill-

Like splashing ink, the writing brush exploded suddenly, and ink as black as ink really spread out.

The dark-skinned middle-aged man suddenly punched with a loud shout.

With a bang.

The entire tabletop in the wine shop was torn apart and exploded, but the dark-skinned middle-aged man really looked like a black man. He fell straight to the ground, his face covered with black ink-like liquid, his eyes were wide open, and his throat was already full. A little bit of vermilion.
(End of this chapter)