Legend of Sword King

0Song Qianshu was stunned as he thought to himself, "Who is this?" To think that Second Elder Wang would take the initiative to greet everyone with a 'Esteemed Guest'?    0

    

When Song Qianshu turned around and saw Cheng Qing enter, he was so surprised that he forgot to chew the radish in his mouth. He turned his head to look at Wang Er, and then looked at Cheng Qing with all his might. After confirming that there was no mistake, he asked curiously, "Brother Chen, do you know Second Master?"    

    

Chen Qing smiled. "Of course I know him. This old man has quite a lot of good things."    

    

Wang Er had already stood up, his arms leaning on the counter as he excitedly asked, "What does this young man want this time?"    

    

"Wait!" Song Qianshu shouted as if he had seen a ghost. He looked at Wang Er with wide eyes, "He called you old man? You're not angry? "    

    

When Wang Er turned his head towards Song Qianshu, his face no longer had a smile. He said lightly, "Why should I be angry?"    

    

Song Qianshu was unable to suppress the bold thoughts surging through his mind. He had a bright smile on his face as he probed, "Old man?"    

    

With a "pa" sound, Wang Er's palm landed on Song Qianshu's head. He angrily said, "You little brat, you are not humble at all. Is this old man something you can call?"    

    

Song Qianshu held his head and felt extremely wronged, but he did not dare to show it. Finally, he raised his head and sighed, "The world is unfair, there is no justice!"    

    

After saying that, he took a big bite out of the radish, chewing it until it made a cracking sound. Right now, he could only vent his anger with the radish.    

    

However, Song Qianshu soon found out why Wang Er treated Cheng Qing differently.    

    

Cheng Qing said to Wang Er, "Kilojun, Sagittarius, Body Protecting Armor, top-grade Black Silver Poison, you can take as many as you want."    

    

Wang Er solemnly said, "That would be worth ten thousand Xuan grade two spirit stones!"    

    

Cheng Qing threw a Cosmic Bag to Wang Er.    

    

Wang Er opened the door to take a look inside and immediately beamed. He turned around and entered the room. He was as happy as a fatty who weighed two hundred kilograms. "Wait!"    

    

Song Qianshu's mouth was agape as he looked at Cheng Qing, "Ten thousand Xuan grade two spirit stones, and you actually used it all to buy crossbows, defensive equipment, and extreme grade Black Silver Poison? That is half of Black Wind Ridge's military merits! "    

    

Cheng Qing saw the radish in the man's mouth and could not bear to look at it. He asked, "Are you sick?"    

    

Song Qianshu was stunned for a moment. This turn of events was quite sudden. He looked at the radish in his hand and asked, "How do you know?"    

    

Cheng Qing said lightly, "I'm not sick, why are you always eating radishes?"    

    

This explanation was flawless, but he felt that something wasn't right.    

    

He really did have a small problem. He had to eat white radish all the time, or else his muscles and bones would hurt. Song Zhen had visited many famous doctors, but had not been able to cure it. In the end, he could only let him, a respected member of the Feudal Lord family, gnaw on radishes all day.    

    

But Cheng Qing's words, no matter how it sounded, sounded like an illness caused by eating white radish all day long. He had also eaten him silly, so it was strange for him to use half of his military power from Black Wind Ridge to buy crossbows and poison.    

    

Without waiting for Song Qianshu to say anything, a hubbub suddenly came from the street as a mix of curses and the clashing of Essence.    

    

The two curiously walked to the door and looked in the direction of the voice. Twenty steps away from them was a group of white-robed young men carrying swords. One of them was beating up a cultivator who was sprawled on the ground and struggling nonstop.    

    

Cheng Qing glanced over and his gaze suddenly became sharper. He saw the character 'Jue' embroidered on the chest of that group of white robed young men. And the young man who was attacking had silver veins, which meant that he was an inner court disciple of the Thousand Extreme Martial School.    

    

"The people of the Thousand Extreme Martial School are insulting the rogue cultivators again?" Song Qianshu took a bite of the radish as a trace of disgust appeared on his round face, "These few days, the people of the Heaven's End Sect have all arrived at Zhen Yuan City and didn't do anything else. Furthermore, their attacks are quite vicious. If a rogue cultivator were to provoke them, he would either be crippled or injured. "    

    

Cheng Qing didn't say anything because he saw a familiar face among the group of Thousand Extreme Martial School cultivators.    

    

An old friend that he believed could not possibly appear here.