"Strange, good weather, how could there be snow?"

“So cold.”

"Is there any injustice?"

A layer of tempered glass is shrouded in the entire ghost market.

The glass is extremely sturdy, and there is someone responsible for cleaning every day.

It is so clean that if you don’t observe carefully, you will not find anything on your head.

However, glass can block the snow, but it cannot block the chill.

The warriors have different perceptions than ordinary people, and they soon find something wrong.

"Ha, can God celebrate my becoming the shopkeeper of the ghost market and bringing good fortune?"

He held a sword in his hand in a destiny. After a brief surprise, his expression returned to calm.

"Is anyone going to compete with me?" He looked around for a week and said a little impatiently: "Everyone is precious, come whenever you want! If no one responds, then there will be a lot of trouble for Manager Zhao and announce the result!"

A few words instantly pulled everyone back from the surprise of June Feixue.

"I heard that the number one swordsman in Yongcheng is the best swordsman in disobeying the destiny, but I have to learn and see if you have gained fame!" An old man with white beard was about to take a step, but was dissuaded by Manager Zhao.

"Hey! Gui Qi Master has regulations that the age of a warrior on stage should not be over forty years old. Although the warrior is very old, there is still a way to detect his true age. You are clear about the consequences of deceiving Gui Qi Master." Manager Zhao said slowly.

“Why?”

The old man was dissatisfied and asked loudly: "Since you are setting up a striking game, don't make any bullshit rules! If you don't give me an explanation, no one will think about this competition today!"

After saying that, he wrapped his arms around him and looked at Manager Zhao angrily.

"This guy is very capable. If he fights, he may not be his opponent if he violates his destiny."

"But you are young against your destiny! At the age of thirty-seven, you are already famous for the number one swordsman in Yongcheng. It is true that this praise is a bit humble, which can prove how powerful he is."

"It's not a good end now. That old guy is half a grandmaster, not a native of Yongcheng. If this is spread, it will be unfavorable to our Yongcheng reputation."

When the competition happened, everyone started to talk about it in the audience.

You don’t worry about major trouble when watching the fun, especially this matter is still the case of the ghost market.

"Boy, don't you dare to compete with me?" The old man first glanced at him against his will, then looked at Manager Zhao: "Or, your so-called competition has been decided! It's just a gesture to fool those who don't know the truth?"

"The purpose of the competition in the ghost market is because there is a vacant position in the shopkeeper." Manager Zhao frowned slightly. Although he was unhappy, he still patiently explained in front of everyone: "And the shopkeeper candidate must be young."

"Fart! There is no end to the practice of warriors. Do you look down on us..."

Swish!

Before he could finish his words, a afterimage flashed by!

Then!

The old man flew backwards!

After landing on the ground, it was already a corpse.

"This..." The onlookers were stunned and did not understand the situation.

"I never need explanation when doing things in the ghost market."

A cripple suddenly appeared in the crowd.

The lame man limped to the square in a black robe, with his back to everyone: "The rules are decided by my ghost market. Whoever dares to make trouble again will be the end!"

"Ghost Seventh Master..."

After seeing the cripple, the onlookers closed their mouths and dared not speak anymore.

"Disappointed by heaven!"

Suddenly, a famous young man from the audience shouted: "That girl, sell me three thousand Yongcheng coins!"

The boy pointed at Sikong Yanwu with a smirk on his face: "How?"

"It's the eldest son of the commander of the Third Road, Qu Sichao!"

"Su Wen Fei Tian Destiny has a good relationship with Young Master Qu, but now it seems that it is true."

"I didn't expect that Young Master Qu was actually interested in Princess Beihai. I heard that the princess was a widow."

Qu Sichao wanted Sikong Yanwu, which once again caused heated discussion.

"Young Master Qu, what's the matter! If you want it, Tiandeyi will give you it! But..." Violent Tiandeyi glanced at Sikong Yanwu and snorted softly: "Is this woman a second-hand product or a widow, it's unlucky!"

"Pooh!"

Sikong Yanwu, who had already closed her eyes, quenched her mouth towards the destiny of the destiny, but the distance was too far to reach it.

I am a pure daughter!

The dignified Princess Beihai was scolded as a second-hand product, and she couldn't help but she burst into tears.

I want to die, but I can't die.

His hands and feet were tied up and were chosen like goods.

"If I don't die, you all have to be buried with me!" She roared in despair with all her strength.

"Haha! He's really a bad temper! I like it!" Qu Sichao nodded and looked at the destiny with great satisfaction: "These three thousand Yongcheng coins are all for celebrating that you have become the shopkeeper of the ghost market! Remember, we will always be brothers!"

The first three routes were all stationed in the city, and their power was far from comparable to the other six routes.

Qu Sichao, like Fu Tianwen, is called the "Four Young Masters of Yongcheng".

But he had no ambitions and brought his evil slaves out all day long to cause trouble.

Some Gui Qiye took action to shock the older warriors who were mentally dissatisfied had to sigh secretly.

Although many people under the age of forty are more than despised from destiny, they are all not present.

Sometimes, luck and strength are equally important.

"Is there anyone?"

Manager Zhao asked again.

No one answered the audience.

Seeing this scene, I was even more proud of my destiny.

"The weather is a little bit wrong!" Master Gui Qi stood on the edge of the square, looking up at his head with his hands behind his back.

It is impossible for snow to happen in Yongcheng in June.

Within half a month, the sky was clear.

Why did snow suddenly fall?

He narrowed his eyes and his hands kept stretching.

Click!

When a subtle and inaudible sound rang out.

Master Gui Qi's pupils shrank violently!

The tempered glass cannot even be broken!

But now, there are cracks like spider webs?

However, the rest did not notice it.

"Everyone, isn't anyone able to fight?" Bie Tianming held a sword in one hand and pointed at the audience: "I beg for defeat! I beg for death!"

mad!

But no one can go up to fight!

Young people are not capable.

Those who are capable enough, but their age does not meet the standards.

The body of the half-step master has not yet been cold yet. Who dares to go against Gui Qi?

However.

Gui Qi's attention was all over his head.

The cracks are getting bigger and bigger!

Obviously, there is something wrong with this snow!

"Split!"

He shouted!

boom!

Then!

The tempered glass was blown to pieces!
To be continued...