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The wind blew and the autumn wind rustled.

At this moment, a great battle of life and death was taking place on the mountain path.

He saw a figure shooting forward with a mirage that was barely visible to the naked eye. An unparalleled sharp light was mixed within, seeming to pierce through the clouds and pierce through the sun! When the young man in front saw the sword approaching him, he took a step back with his right foot. Then, he leaned forward slightly and raised his White Spirit Sword in his hand. His right hand that was holding the sword tightened as a layer of white frost instantly covered the White Spirit Sword. It was cold, unlike the cold winter. This was a type of coldness that one would feel when facing death, this was a coldness!

At this moment, the sword shadows closed in and struck out. They clashed at a speed beyond the naked eye. Zhou Wen only felt the swords of the two disappear from his sight.

Bang! The two of them battled as they swiftly retreated over a dozen steps in the midst of this sudden clanging sound. Swoosh! A sword-shaped Qi light shot out from his waist. Bang! Bang! Bang! The sword-shaped Qi beam pierced through the three trees and disappeared into the distance. Zhou Wen was extremely shocked. If he was struck by this power, wouldn't it just pass through his chest?

"No, that's not possible!" Impossible! "Impossible!" Zhang Gu roared like a madman.

"You are too weak." Qi Xing used his pair of ice-cold blood-colored snake eyes to stare at Zhang Wu as he walked towards him step by step.

"No, impossible! You ? you are not a human, you are a monster!" Under the gaze of both of their eyes, the fear in Zhang Su's heart quickly sprouted, and in almost an instant, he had grown into a towering tree. Zhang Gu's heart was suddenly enveloped by it!

"You're right." Qi Xing said. Halfway through, he paused, opened his mouth, and continued with a silent sentence.

Zhang Gu's pupils constricted, and his mind instantly collapsed. With lifeless eyes, he froze on the spot. Right at that moment, the Qi Xing had arrived in front of Zhang Gu, and the red light in his eyes flared! The White Spirit Sword was like nothing at all. The sword did not have any sword beams nor did it have any oppressive might as it was slowly raised. However, the sword in the air suddenly disappeared from Zhou Wen's sight!

Clang! He sheathed his sword! Qi Xing immediately sat down cross-legged, ignoring the surroundings.

Gulp! The blood that spurted out from the pierced throat added a bright red hue to the world.

Zhang Gu's eyes opened wide in anger. Despair, anger, and unwillingness filled his eyes. However, no matter how hard he tried, it was useless for him to cover the wound with his hand. His face gradually turned pale. His body abruptly stood up and he fell towards the ground with his head held high. The blood gushing out from the wound that he was unable to cover up was even more bewitching, like a column of water filled with a bewitching strength. He died with grievance!

Zhou Wen felt chills run down his spine as he looked at the scene in front of him. The way he looked at Qi Xing was complicated. A trace of fear was hidden deep in his heart.

After a while, Qi Xing woke up from his meditation, his eyes once again replaced by the pitch-black pupils. Seeing Zhou Wen standing to the side to protect him, Qi Xing was silent for a moment. Angele stood up and walked to the dead body. He then reached his hand into the dead body's chest. He took out a cultivation technique, the Cloud Piercing Sword Technique, from his bosom and immediately took out a few silver notes. The amount was so large that it was shocking. One of them even attracted the attention of Qi Xing. Five thousand taels of silver!

"So rich." Zhou Wen poked his head in and praised as he saw the banknotes. An ordinary martial artist might not even be able to earn 5000 taels of silver in the end, but Zhang Gu was actually carrying it with him! One must know that Zhou Wen was such a genius yet he only had a few hundred taels of silver. Zhou Wen's cultivation technique was passed down in his family. He didn't dare to imagine that it would be possible without his family's cultivation technique. Most likely, Zhou Wen would not be able to afford even a single good cultivation technique. All he could do was buy unconventional cultivation techniques.

"Buy some news." Qi Xing put it into his sleeve and said. He turned around and walked back, ignoring Zhang Ye's corpse.

Zhou Wen shook his head and sighed at Zhang Su. He hurriedly followed after Qi Xing's footsteps. Although Qi Xing's act of monopolizing the cultivation technique wasn't a big deal, he understood it. Cultivation techniques belonged to the same group of stars. Fortunately, Zhou Wen was open-minded and open-minded. Otherwise, there might be a gap between the two of them. Walking in front of him was Qi Xing, who was very familiar with every move Zhou Wen made. Her pitch-black eyes seemed to be deep in thought.

"Where do I buy information?" Qi Xing asked curiously.

"I don't know either." Zhou Wen was speechless.

While the two of them were at a loss, Qi Xing suddenly stretched out his hand to stop a young warrior. Sorry, chatty. May I ask if you know where the most reliable place to sell information is? "

The young warrior was suddenly stopped by a gloomy warrior. Just as he was about to make a move, he heard the man ask him something. Seeing that Qi Xing was being polite, he felt relieved and said, "You have asked the right question."

"Oh? What do you mean by that, brother? " Zhou Wen asked curiously.

"The sale of this information is not known to ordinary people. Six out of ten people do not know about it. I happen to be not an ordinary person. Do you think it's a coincidence? " The young man raised his head and said with a smile.

"So that's how it is, then that's really lucky." Zhou Wen said.

"Where, then?" Qi Xing asked curiously.

"Come with me. You won't believe me if I told you."

"Sorry for the trouble." Qi Xing said calmly, only polite words, but not a hint of emotion.

"The place is quite mysterious." Zhou Wen muttered to himself.

"As the young martial artist passed through the two streets, the crowd stopped at a place called the elegant residence." "We're here." The young martial artist said.

"A prostitute, a brothel?" Zhou Wen stammered, his eyes wide open.

"Haha, I am sure you are a pure person. From your tone, you know that you have never been to such a place. " The young man laughed. From the tone of his voice, he sounded like a regular customer. Seeing the two of them teasing each other, he said, "This is great, the two of you can take this opportunity to relax."

Qi Xing did not say a word. He was very curious as to who the person selling the information was.

"This, this? Are we really going in? " Zhou Wen looked at Qi Xing, his heart at a loss.

"Let's go in." Qi Xing walked in with big strides without a word. It was daytime right now, but the room was quiet. Only the occasional servant was busy cleaning.

The young martial artist was very familiar with the elegant residence. He walked around and soon arrived at the backyard. He knocked on an unassuming door three times. Just as the sound was heard, there was a creak as the door opened, revealing the pitch black inside. "A middle-aged martial artist walked out and began to converse with the young martial artist." Alright, the two of you can go inside. Someone will greet the two of you, and I will take my leave. " The two finished discussing before the young martial artist spoke.

"Please follow me." The two followed him into the pitch-black house. When the door closed, the room immediately lit up with candles.

"May I know what you two wish to buy?" The middle-aged martial artist from before said with an indifferent expression. As far as he was concerned, the two youths in front of him didn't have much money to buy anything big. They were probably unruly sons who had spent money to find out what girl they were talking about.

"Everything in the Black Cloud Stronghold!" Qi Xing sat down and said lightly.

"Mm, if the price is ?" The middle-aged martial artist's originally indifferent eyes suddenly widened. The aura of the fourth heaven suddenly pressed down on the two of them, keeping a close eye on them. Qi Xing was not even afraid of the aura of the sixth layer, how could he be suppressed by the aura of the fourth layer? The aura of the middle-aged warrior was like a river flowing into the sea, without any ripples. And Zhou Wen was a fifth heaven realm martial artist; what was there to fear? With a slight tremble of his body, his fifth heaven aura immediately erupted, rushing straight towards the middle-aged martial artist. Humph. The middle-aged martial artist gave a stuffy cough as he spat out a mouthful of blood. His complexion slightly changed.

"Ten thousand silver!" The middle-aged martial artist said indifferently.

"A message like that is too expensive." We only have five thousand gold, how much can we buy? "

The middle-aged martial artist didn't dare to look down on these two. If they had such cultivation at such a young age, then they must be geniuses. "40%!"

"Why is it only forty percent?" Zhou Wen asked.

"Since the two of you are here to buy scraps of information, that is naturally the case." The middle-aged martial artist replied.

"News." Qi Xing took out a silver note from his pocket and threw it over.

The middle-aged martial artist examined the banknotes before handing over a bag to the two of them. Qi Xing and Zhou Wen left with the news. Seeing that it was getting late, they decided to take a rest and study the information they had obtained.