I have been slaying demons in the Demon Slayer Division for thirty years

March season.

There is still a cold spring.

There are not many people on the street. After staying in Luojing for a long time, Jinning County is in the countryside.

The busiest shops in the city are always teahouses and taverns, which are cheap, fun and a waste of time.

When Zhou Yi walked on the street, he could occasionally see traces of war.

The Naked Sect and the Yasha Demon Lord have been wreaking havoc in northern Xinjiang for several years, and Feiyun Prefecture has been hit hard. An unknown number of rebels, the court, and the people have died, but the culprits are still at large.

The Chishen Sect returned to Jizhou, and Demon Lord Yaksha fled with him, joining the Six Paths of Heavenly Demons as the Supreme Elder.

Passing by a shop with a door sign bearing the word "Xiao" selling a liquor called Qingyang, Zhou Yi walked in and took a look. The shop was quite deserted.

When the waiter saw Zhou Yi come in, he glanced at the fabric of his clothes and immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Sir, are you selling wine? Qingyang wine is famous in Jinning, and many foreign merchants come to buy..."

Zhou Yi nodded and asked: "What is the best wine?"

The waiter's eyes lit up and he said, "Of course it's a century-old Qingyang wine, a jar worth a hundred taels of silver."

One hundred taels of silver was considered a huge sum of money in Jinning, enough for a family of three to buy a house and land. After a few generations without a prodigal son, the family became a prosperous family.

“Sir, the price of aged wine increases by one or two a year, it’s definitely not expensive!”

"Have a bowl."

Zhou Yi took out a gold ingot from his arms and said, "If it's fake, don't blame me for not paying."

"This is the Xiao family's store, how can we lie to people?"

The waiter took the gold ingot and quickly went to the shopkeeper to get some wine.

The shopkeeper glanced at Zhou Yi, listened to the waiter's words, and went to the back hall to get a jar of century-old Qingyang wine.

Zhou Yi took the wine jar and said, "Make sure it's a hundred years old, otherwise you'll have to get your money back!"

"I'm sure. If it's fake, you go directly to Xiao's Mansion and you'll pay ten for every fake one!"

The waiter smiled brightly and wondered where the stranger came from. He spent a hundred taels on wine without even asking. In other words, it has been stable in the past two years, and the boss told him not to cause trouble, otherwise he will start doing business without capital when he leaves the house and changes his clothes.

Zhou Yi came out of the wine shop, opened the wine jar and took a sip. The taste was acceptable, but it was a pity that it was at least ninety years away from being a century old.

There is no need to deliberately learn to appreciate wine, it will come naturally after tasting more.

Chunfeng Tower is the number one restaurant in Luojing, where famous wines from all over the country are purchased, and even Zhouyi tastes them.

Zhou Yi carried the wine jar and walked through the streets, walking seemingly fast but actually slowly, writing down the Xiao family's shops one by one. No matter how much you look down on Old Devil Chiyan, now that you have received official duties and cooperated with others, you must complete your duties well.

If you are arrogant about your talents and do things casually, even if it does not affect official duties in the end, no one will be willing to cooperate with you next time.

All the way to the main palace of Chengzhong City in Jinning.

There was a square in front of the mansion, and a bustling crowd surrounded the ring, giving out bursts of cheers.

Zhou Yi's figure was like a swimming fish, and he easily squeezed to the front and saw two young people competing in the ring.

The lights of swords and shadows are so lively.

Zhou Yi asked: "What's going on on this stage?"

"You must be from out of town..."

The onlooker next to me was very talkative and explained clearly the whole story of the future.

The cause of the matter was that the young master of the Jiang family was drinking in Goulan. When he got drunk, he started to give advice to the younger generation in Jinning City in front of popular girls.

This garbage...

That trash...

Let’s review each one one by one and sum it up in one sentence: A bunch of scumbags, but this young master is the most awesome!

There was a lot of gossip in Goulan, so it was inevitable that word would get out. The young people were very angry and refused to obey anyone.

So, there was a competition in the arena in front of us.

Zhou Yi suddenly became interested and looked at the swords and swords in the ring, with clothes and belts flying in every direction, quite like a young hero.

After coming out of the Demon Slayer Prison, the first fight with the Fox Fairy was to control the vitality of the world with a wave of his hand, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack at every turn, which was a little different from the martial arts dream in his previous life...

Now it's quite interesting to watch the competition one by one.

"Luohua Sword Technique!"

The young man in green shirt shouted loudly, his sword light flashed like falling flowers.

"The sword cuts through the sky!"

The young man in black looked up to the sky and roared, using his sword skills to attack and defend.

Zhou Yi watched with even more interest. He didn't see the people around him who didn't understand martial arts. He could also analyze one, two, and three through the names of the moves.

Fighting with demons and monsters is very boring. Even the real immortals and Buddhas can sneak into traps and surround them but never fight head-on.

Occasionally, I meet someone who likes to shout out moves. It is obviously someone who is really hot, and when he performs it, he will be frozen for thousands of miles.

"Okay, okay! Make your voice louder and more powerful!"

No one could have imagined that a dignified true immortal would be among the crowd, making friends with two ninth-level martial arts.

There was someone in the crowd who was opening the market. He was very excited to see Zhou Yi, and the materials on his clothes were valuable, so he got in and asked.

"Master, do you want to place a bet?"

Zhou Yi asked clearly about the rules, took a piece of silver and bet that the swordsman would win. There is no deduction and divination, relying solely on the strict realm, the swordsman is obviously better in the ring.

The odds are triple.

It shows that most people are not optimistic about the black-shirted swordsman.

"People in small places don't have enough horizons..."

Before Zhou Yi finished speaking, he saw an inexplicable scene.

The swordsman showed several flaws one after another. The swordsman was unyielding when he gained the upper hand. He shouted several sword skills and drove the swordsman off the ring.

"Okay, okay! Mr. Shen is amazing!"

Those who won money immediately cheered loudly.

"Are you still interested in match-fixing?"

Zhou Yi counted with his fingers and immediately understood the reason.

The swordsman was just a disciple of a small family. How dare he provoke the master of the Shen family among the three major families, so he deliberately lost.

The people around him are not betting on their eyesight, but on their worldliness.

“Fun and fun!”

Zhou Yi has already investigated the Xiao family's business. After capturing the old devil Chiyan, he can just report it directly to the Demon Slayer Department. There is no need for a god-refining expert to confiscate the family and exterminate the clan.

It was just fun to watch the competition in the ring, so I came to watch the excitement every day.

Three days in a row.

The strength of the young people in the arena is getting stronger and stronger from ninth grade to eighth grade to seventh grade.

The contestants today are all disciples of the three major families. They are about to condense their true energy at a young age. They are also young talents in Luojing.

"Master Zhou, who do you like most?"

The spectators on the side were busy asking questions.

"Young Master Xiao is slightly better."

When Zhou Yi was watching the battle, he placed bets casually and won nine times out of ten, attracting a group of people to follow suit.

Sure enough, after Zhou Yi finished speaking, Mr. Xiao's odds plummeted. However, there are always die-hard gamblers who like to play exciting games, so they decided to bet on Young Master Jiang to win.

The dealer who opened the market looked at Zhou Yi as if his dead father was alive again.

After a while.

Mr. Jiang fell down from the ring, but Mr. Xiao was slightly better.

The Xiao family's skills were passed down from the Sanyang Temple. The founder was the Sanyang True Immortal, and further traced back to the White Lotus Evil Buddha. Even if it is not the fundamental skill, it is not comparable to that of a mere county or city family.

Everyone who won was happy, and those who lost were blushing.

Zhou Yi suddenly discovered that the performance off stage was far more beautiful than on stage.

"Who else?"

Young Master Xiao was very satisfied and took this opportunity to prove to the sect that the Xiao family was qualified to become a branch.

When people are most proud, misfortune will happen.

A loud voice sounded under the ring.

"I come!"

I saw a man wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, and he landed on the ring in a flash.

"Send your name, Xiao won't waste time with unknown people!"

"You will know the name after you defeat me."

The man slapped Mr. Xiao with his palm, and the turbulent wind from his palm caused those in the audience who were close to the ring to retreat.

"Here comes the main show!"

Zhou Yi had a smile on his face. Yesterday he discovered the boy in the bamboo hat, looking at the Xiao family with hatred in his eyes.

The face under the bamboo hat looks less than twenty years old, and his strength has been promoted to the sixth level of Qi refining.

Using Zhan Zhanqi Technique to observe, the boy's luck condensed into a green and red cloud. Even if he didn't transform, his luck was rare and extraordinary.

There seems to be only one level difference between the sixth and seventh levels, but there is indeed a gap between Qi refining and physical refining. The young man in the ring defeated Young Master Xiao step by step without using his full strength.

"Damn it!"

Mr. Xiao's anger surged. The other party was obviously much stronger, but he was deliberately playing tricks on him.

In a short time, Young Master Pian Pianjia had rolled eyes, not to mention a bruised nose and swollen face.

"You forced me!"

The young man's character cannot be humiliated, so he immediately guides his Qi and blood to circulate according to the secret meridians.

Mr. Xiao's face turned blue, black lines appeared on his forehead, and his aura doubled in an instant.

"Finally waiting for you to cast evil magic!"

The young man's true energy circulated, and lightning flashed under his feet. He immediately distanced himself from Young Master Xiao, and shouted to the ring: "Brother Zuo, do you see clearly?"

Among the crowd of onlookers, there was a middle-aged man holding a sword in his arms. He had a scar on his face from the corner of his right eye to the left side of his face.

With such a face, no one dares to approach the man.

"It seems to be the secret technique of the evil Three Yang Temple!"

The young man nodded slightly, then looked at the ferocious-looking Young Master Xiao, lifted up his bamboo hat, and said loudly.

"I am Duan Chen, the son of guerrilla general Duan Chang!"

Duan Chen's voice spread throughout the square: "Five years ago, my father died in the Battle of Dingbeiguan, and the imperial court issued a generous reward. Unexpectedly, the Xiao family coveted him. Not only did he rob me, but he also wiped out the entire Duan family..."

Wow!

After the meritorious service, the catastrophe of annihilation of the family immediately aroused a roar of discussion.

"You are talking nonsense and dare to slander the Xiao family's reputation. You should be punished!"

Mr. Xiao roared angrily and threw himself at Duan Chen. Someone in the crowd had already returned to the Xiao family to report the news, so he only needed to hold him back for a moment.

When the elders of the Xiao family arrived and beat Duan Chen to death, who would dare to spread rumors about the Xiao family?

"A pampered loser!"

Duan Chen struck out with a palm, and his true energy came out from his body, hitting Mr. Xiao's chest from a distance of more than ten feet.

"Ho ho ho...refining qi..."

Mr. Xiao had more than a dozen broken ribs and his face was full of disbelief.

Swish, brush, brush!

Several figures landed next to Mr. Xiao, and just as they were about to yell out a scolding, they were all killed with several blasts of zhenqi.

When the people watching the excitement saw the dead people, they collapsed and ran away without a trace.

Duan Chen carried Young Master Xiao, glanced at the closed door of the City Lord's Mansion, and flew towards the Xiao Mansion with the man named Zuo.

Zhou Yi slowly followed the two of them without attracting anyone's attention.

…

Xiao Mansion.

Just like usual.

The guards at the door were arguing about which girl in Goulan was the prettiest.

As everyone knows, the entire Xiao Mansion has been enveloped in the formation. When the old devil arrives and the spirit spirit rises, no one in the manor can escape.

Zhou Yi followed Duan Chen back and turned into an escaping light, appearing hundreds of feet high in the sky.

Hidden in the white clouds, Yan Xiong and the other two people greeted Zhou Yi one after another. They were not interested in children playing house and competing in martial arts.

Zhou Yi fell into the cloud and said: "I encountered something interesting today..."

on the ground.

Duan Chen has already been fighting with the Xiao family's thugs guarding the courtyard. Their sword energy is everywhere, and no one can be his enemy.

After beating the younger one, the older one came, and soon the older generation of the Xiao family took action.

Duan Chen is no more than sixth level, and even if his Qing Gong is quite mysterious, he can't stand up to the siege of four people.

brush!

The sword light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the three old men of the Xiao family who were besieging him had their arms broken.

Duan Chen's pressure suddenly decreased, and he beat the remaining old man back again and again, seeing that he was invincible.

"Who is your Excellency? Do you have any grudge against the Xiao family?"

The head of the Xiao family sensed the aura of sword light and stepped out of the mansion, looking down at the man named Zuo.

Zuo Chuan said slowly: "No grudges, no grudges, Zuo Chuan!"

"Then why are you the enemy of the Xiao family!"

Behind the head of the Xiao family, there were more than a dozen figures, all of whom were masters of the Qi Refining Realm.

Zuo Chuan said coldly: "I felt unhappy after hearing what the Xiao family did, so I came to help the Duan family get revenge!"

"???"

The head of the Xiao family was puzzled for a while, looking at Zuo Chuan as if he was insane, and then his face darkened: "Aren't you afraid of death if you are the enemy of the Xiao family?"

"Zuo Mou cannot understand his thoughts and would rather die!"

Zuo Chuan pointed his sword at an angle, and one person was against all the masters of the Xiao family.

"kill!"

The head of the Xiao family gave an order, and more than a dozen qi-refining masters surrounded Zuochuan.

He was so angry that he vowed to surround Zuo Chuan and kill him on the spot.

"Brother Zuo, let me help you!"

Duan Chen jumped up and fell into the battle group.

…

Hundreds of feet high in the sky.

Four figures in the cloud looked at the fight below.

Everyone under the God of Refining is an ant, and even Zuo Chuan, who is at the top of the fourth rank, is nothing more than that in the eyes of everyone.

"This Duan Chen has some talent. He can be promoted to Qi refining at a young age as a casual cultivator. Unfortunately, he is eager for quick success and his foundation is unstable. He will have to spend ten times more effort to make up for it in the future."

"Yan actually thinks this swordsman is good. His swordsmanship is offensive but not defensive. He trades injuries for injuries."

"The meridians are injured, and he is too old. There is no hope of success outside."

The old demon who was ambushing Chi Yan was bored. Yan Xiong and the other three commented on the people on the ground, showing no intention of intervening.

Zuo Chuan's swordsmanship was fierce, and after killing five of them with injuries, his figure was shaky.

Duan Chen was seriously injured, leaning on the ground with his sword, barely able to stand.

"Brother Zuo, why haven't the people from the Demon Slayer Division come yet?"

"have no idea."

As Zuo Chuan Jianfeng pointed, the experts of the Xiao family retreated one after another.

Seeing that the enemy is about to die, you have to be even more careful, lest you retaliate before death and enter reincarnation together.

Above the sky.

When Zhou Yi heard the words "Demon Slayer Division", he originally sighed that the two of them were brave and foolish and came to seek revenge because they lacked strength, but then he realized that they had suffered an unreasonable disaster.

The Demon Slaying Department branch in Jinning City has long known that the Xiao family believes in the Three Yang View, so it would be a warning, and the old demon will not come near the Xiao Mansion until he is executed.

"Hey! Why did the Pindao Spiritual Pill fall?"

Zhou Yi's sleeves shook slightly, and a spiritual light fell from the sky and merged into Zuo Chuan's body.

Zuo Chuan, who was on the verge of collapse, suddenly felt the extremely rich pure Yang vitality filling every part of his body, and his injured and aging meridians healed instantly. The scars on his face slowly disappeared, and his slightly older face turned into a middle-aged one.

"Kill him quickly!"

When the head of the Xiao family saw Zuo Chuan's change, he immediately issued an order and would not give the enemy a chance to recover.

The sword energy, the light of the sword, and the hidden weapon and poison skills all attacked Zuo Chuan.

brush!

The sword light flashed and a Xiao family master was broken into two pieces.

Zuo Chuan, whose illness was gone, was far more powerful than before. With one against ten, the masters of the Xiao family were defeated one after another.

The head of the Xiao family had a gloomy look on his face, and with his hand on the magic formula, he sent a message to the mansion.

More than a dozen figures flew out from the Xiao Mansion. They turned out to be Taoists wearing blue robes, using thunder and flames to kill Zuo Chuan from a distance.

Other families in Jinning City had been observing secretly for a long time, and they couldn't help but be horrified when they saw more than a dozen Taoists.

There are more than thirty masters in the Qi Refining Realm, and their strength is already the best in the county. No wonder even the city lord's mansion doesn't want to provoke them.

Hundreds of feet high in the sky.

Seeing that Zuo Chuan was at a disadvantage again, Zhou Yi stroked his chin and waved his hand, and another spiritual light fell down.

The aura of the elixir could not be hidden from Yan Xiong and the others, and the aura of the magic spell could not be hidden either.

Shen An, a colleague from the Ministry of Things, asked, "Zhenren Zhou is very optimistic about this person?"

"The Xiao family owes me a thousand taels of silver and I haven't repaid you, so I just want to borrow his hand to get it back!"