Qian Jiang took out his pen and started drawing it with crystal powder. Seeing this, Fu Qing didn't understand the formation and didn't think anything was there. Song Zhiwen, the old man, changed his face when he saw this.

When he looked at the more than two hundred runes painted on the ground, he said respectfully: "Mr. Qian is a disciple of Lishan." Qian Jiang nodded and said: "The unsuccessful disciple of Lishan, dare not report to leave the sect at will. Please forgive the Song family leader." Song Zhiwen saw that he was unwilling to talk about Lishan, so he didn't say anything more.

At night, the three of them asked Miss Song to sleep in the bed, and then placed Huayunxiang under the bed. Before the bottle was opened, Fu Qing hid behind the rockery outside.

Qian Jiang smelled the fragrance and found that the fragrance of Huayun was indeed a bit strong, but this was the woman's boudoir and would not arouse Xie Yunzi's alertness.

Qian Jiang also hid behind the house, quietly waiting for Xie Yunzi to appear.

In the early morning, Qian Jiang heard a slight movement, which was very quiet. If he had not been focused, he would not have noticed it. He also discovered that the formation had been activated and entered the room with the Tongyun Sword in his hand.

He looked at the empty room and said to Miss Song: "Miss Song quickly left here, the thief has been trapped in the formation."

Miss Song immediately turned over and got up, went to the door and saluted Qian Jiang slightly, and then left here.

After she left the house, Fu Qing also entered the room. As soon as she entered the room, Fu Qing shook her body for a while. Qian Jiang looked at Fu Qing and said, "You are fine."

Fu Qing shook his head and said to Qian Jiang: "There is no big problem anymore. It seems that this fragrance is indeed effective." Qian Jiang closed his eyes and saw Xie Yunzi in the formation quickly swing his sword energy and attacking the surroundings.

He said to Fu Qing: "This Xie Yunzi's cultivation is really powerful, and this formation will trap him for a quarter of an hour." When he said this, Qian Jiang shook his head and said, "It's a pity that even if he is deploying the formation, he may not be able to trap Xie Yunzi in."

At this time, Song Zhiwen came here with his servants and masters from the aristocratic families in Yong'an City. One of them was wearing an ordinary long dress, but had an extraordinary appearance.

Song Zhiwen introduced: "This is the magistrate of Yong'an City, a monk in the false god stage." The magistrate looked at Qian Jiang, then looked at the formation on the ground, nodded and said: "Very good, very good, Master Ling once told me what he had done. Today, he turned out to be a young man."

Qian Jiang said casually: "The disciple is very qualified, so please give me some advice." The county magistrate stopped talking and looked at the formation and said: "He is out."

Qian Jiang nodded, then looked at Xie Yunzi, who was wearing black clothes and had an evil look on his face, and looked at the people around him with a fierce look, "You are all going to die today."

As he said that, Xie Yunzi shot a sword energy. The magistrate waved his sleeves and a sword energy came forward. Xie Yunzi's sword energy was knocked away, and the magistrate's sword energy still cut through the sky and cut Xie Yunzi's arm.

Xie Yunzi said angrily: "If you hadn't used tricks, how could a mere monk in the false god stage hurt me?" The magistrate didn't talk nonsense with him, and asked the monks around to take action together, so as not to restore his cultivation and be difficult to deal with.

Xie Yunzi's wounds were getting more and more. When he was about to escape, the monks around him had completely surrounded him. Under the fragrance of the clouds, Xie Yunzi's cultivation became weaker and weaker.

He looked around and was about to take the hostage and escape from this place. Once again, the only weak cultivation was Fu Qing, but he was far away from home, so Xie Yunzi could not catch him. At this time, Qian Jiang was the weakest.

The last true energy of Xie Yunzi's movement ejected seven sword energy to open the way. Seeing him fighting so hard, a small flaw appeared in the surrounding circle of monks. Xie Yunzi rushed out in an instant, and a long sword appeared in his hand. He looked at Qian Jiang so scared that he closed his eyes and showed a smug smile on his face.

But soon he noticed a sword light. The sword light was very gorgeous in the dark, like a dreamy rainbow, which made him lose consciousness for a moment.

When he regained consciousness, he felt unbearable pain in his shoulders. He looked closely and saw that his left and right hands had been cut off.

He didn't care about the pain and rushed towards Qian Jiang frantically. The county magistrate standing in front of him, and the county magistrate waved his hand and Xie Yunzi fell to the ground. The soldiers lying outside the yard jumped in instantly and pressed Xie Yunzi to the ground.

Immediately someone wore Xie Yunzi's pipa bones, and then tied up Xie Yunzi with iron chains engraved with runes. Seeing Xie Yunzi being subdued, the monks around quickly flattered the county magistrate and said, "The county magistrate has a great cultivation level, and you have finally managed to catch this evil man."

The county magistrate did not object to his birth and said to Qian Jiang, "You have made great contributions this time. The county will report to the prefect and give you the token of the word "di" and there is no need to choose to waste time with your cultivation."

Qian Jiang smiled and said, "Thank you for your kindness to the county magistrate. I still participate in the meeting. If my strength is not good, even if I get the token of the word "di" it will be difficult to pass the selection. Please give the county magistrate a chance to give the disciple a chance to retreat."

The county magistrate nodded and said, "Very good. I have known you master for many years. If you want a token called "Di", you can come to the government office to find me." After that, he said majestic to the yamen runners around him, "Press up this imperial prisoner to my official position."

After the county magistrate left, Song Zhiwen said to Qian Jiang: "Mr. Qian, please take me to the wing room to rest. I have been working all night, thank you so much for your hard work."

Qian Jiang nodded and asked Song Zhi about it. When he entered the room, Qian Jiang immediately sat cross-legged and used his energy to heal his wounds. He forced the sword move just now, but he suffered a considerable injury.

When it was dawn, Tongyun asked in his mind: "You were too risky yesterday. I don't know where you learned this sword technique, but you are using your cultivation now too dangerous."

Qian Jiang nodded, knowing that he was indeed wrong yesterday. He used this sword technique in his previous life. When he was facing a crisis yesterday, he used it and forgot the gap between his current and his previous life's cultivation.

When he got up in the morning, he said goodbye to Song Zhiwen and others after breakfast. Before he left, Song Zhiwen asked, "I don't know what number Mr. Qian has obtained, so the old man wants to go and see it."

Qian Jiang told him his number, and Fu Qing looked at him with envious eyes and said, "It turns out that Brother Qian is a disciple who participated in the election. It's really enviable. I am here to wish Brother Qian a victory and successfully enter the election. At that time, he will be famous all over the world, but don't forget us brothers."
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