Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 102 He still dares to hide!

A man of no rank?
How could you say that!

Zai is obviously the inner disciple of Venerable Linghui from Xiaozhu Peak of the Spirit Sword Sect, the head of the five sects.

Ning Zhao glanced at Chu Yu, and asked hesitantly, "You...don't you have a school?"

"But you..." With your cultivation base and temperament, you don't look like a casual cultivator.

Chu Yu nodded, and said without hesitation: "I am indeed a man of no family or sect."

He looked at her with a look of scrutiny that Ning Zhao had never experienced before, and asked softly: "Miss Xiao He asked like this... Could it be that she has seen me before?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Ning Zhao had already faintly felt that there was a thunder surging in the sky.

Tianlei, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry.

Ning Zhao swallowed, with a smile on his face, looked at Chu Yu with eyes full of smiles, and said, "Of course not."

"Little... Young Master Chu Yu may not know, Xiao He... Xiao He only took human form a few days ago."

"I haven't left Hantian Lake and Broken Arm Mountain."

I have never been out at all, so don't doubt that I am a senior sister!

Chu Yu would not be distracted by these two gossips, and his eyes fell on the Jiuqing Sword in Ning Zhao's hand, and he even stretched out his hand, "Miss Xiaohe, can you return this sword? Give it to me?"

Ning Zhao's little brain was running fast, thinking about what reason to reject him.

I only heard a voice, "What do you want, what do you want!"

Ning Zhao looked up and saw that it was Qiankun. He heard Chu Yu's words and floated out of the Qiankun sword by himself.

Qiankun clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a playful look on his face, looked at Chu Yu, and said, "Nephew, you really can't ask Miss Xiaohe for this Jiuqing sword."

Chu Yu pursed her lips, and was about to ask why, when Qian Kun continued to say: "After all, Miss Xiaohe and I made a contract."

As he spoke, he groped from his pocket and took out a rolled-up kraft paper, which was exactly the one that Ning Zhao signed the word "Xiaohe" earlier.

Chu Yu didn't take the kraft paper, but raised his eyes and read it carefully. He looked at Qiankun and then at Ning Zhao, with an expression that hesitated to speak.

Qian Kun covered his mouth and yawned, "If you sign the contract, then you can't go back on your word. Nephew, you don't want Miss Xiao He to be backlashed by the contract and breed demons, right?"

Agreement?
Use words as a contract, write words on kraft paper, and sign the two, that is, the successful conclusion of the contract.

Those who violate the contract will be repelled by the light ones, and the serious ones will breed demons.

On the piece of kraft paper that Qiankun took out, it was actually a contract!
Ning Zhao quietly looked at the world from the corner of his eye. Did he expect that Chu Yu would return the Jiuqing Sword for a long time, or...

Moreover, why did he hand over the Jiuqing Sword to himself?
"In that case, I hope... Miss Xiao He can treat this sword well."

Chu Yu had no choice but to look at Ning Zhao very seriously.

Ning Zhao nodded quickly, "Of course."

Seeing the three talking, the little old man completely ignored himself, and shouted again, "Oh, oh, aunt, please let me go."

"Look, he's fine, and you're fine too, nothing happened at all."

It was fine if he didn't speak, but when he spoke, Ning Zhao remembered the black boss who occupied a hill.

"Almost forgot about you."

"Who is the black boss?"

The little old man rolled his eyes and said, "Boss Hei?"

"He is a black bear spirit with 200 years of cultivation. If he is in the late stage of Qi refining and occupies Broken Arm Mountain as the king, all the monsters will respect him and call him the Black Boss."

Hearing this, Qian Kun burst out laughing, "In the late stage of Qi refining, can you occupy the mountain and call yourself the boss?"

He turned his head to look at Chu Yu, "Then according to your cultivation level, nephew, wouldn't it be—" Wouldn't it be a great king?

Little Wogua: King of kings of kings of kings of kings?
Chu Yu just looked at the mountains in the distance, and didn't pay attention to Qian Kun's words.

Ning Zhao nodded, looked at the little old man's obviously hiding expression, and said, "Continue."

"Actually... Boss Hei can take over the mountain and become king not only because of his cultivation, but also because of his treasure."

"It is said that this treasure was snatched from a saintess of the Demon Race."

"The holy maiden of the demon clan was injured, and Boss Hei happened to pass by, so he snatched that treasure. From then on, everyone up and down Broken Arm Mountain listened to his orders and dared not disobey."

Ning Zhao saw that Chu Yu suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

The corner of Qiankun's mouth also twitched, he stretched his waist, looked at the little old man, and said, "The treasure snatched from the hands of the demon saint?"

"You really dare to say, Demon Race Saintess, do you know what kind of existence it is?"

"Based on your Laoshizihei boss's cultivation in the late stage of Qi refining, let alone a seriously injured witch, even a witch who has only one breath left, it is absolutely impossible for him to snatch the treasure from her."

The little old man glared at Qiankun, his face full of dissatisfaction, but because of the formation that Qiankun had just casually laid out, he dared not take any other actions except staring blankly.

Qiankun naturally felt the presence of the little old man's gaze, he ignored the little old man, clapped his hands, and said: "Let me guess, this rumor of 'the saint of the demon race was snatched by the black boss' , who passed it on?"

"Is it you, or the legendary black boss?"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Zhao only saw a black wind sweeping past in front of him.

She couldn't help covering her eyes.

When he opened his eyes, there was another person standing where the thin and pitiful little old man was standing.

Looking from the bottom up, he looked like an extremely strong young man with eight-pack abs, dark complexion and exposed skin.

Ning Zhao's eyes gradually moved to his face.

On top of his eight bronze-colored abs, there is actually a white baby face.

This contrast...

The baby-faced "boy" spoke, his gaze fixed on Qiankun's face, and he said through gritted teeth: "Why can't Boss Hei steal the treasure from the demon saint?"

"You haven't seen him before, how do you know if he only has the strength of the late stage of Qi refining?"

"Besides, you think that the cultivation level in the late stage of Qi refining is low, so what kind of cultivation level do you have?"

This life-threatening question asked three times, Rao Qiankun couldn't help pursing his lips.

Ning Zhao looked at the baby-faced "boy" with a blushing flush on his white face, and already vaguely guessed his identity in his heart.

In the next second, the baby-faced "boy" swung his fist at Qiankun, "I am the boss of Broken Arm Mountain Hei, Yuncheng, Zhongzhou. You look down on me, can you have a competition?"

His fist went straight through Qian Kun's face, and his body also passed through Qian Kun's translucent body.

Boss Hei turned sideways, with a face full of shock, pointed at Qiankun and shouted: "You are still playing tricks!"

"If you want to compete, just have a good one, why are you hiding here and there!"

Ning Zhao: ...

Chu Yu: ...

Qiankun: ...

Little old man: ...

There was a sudden silence all around, Boss Hei pointed at the little old man again, and shouted: "You, did you see it too, he is cheating, he still dares to hide!"

The little old man hesitated for a moment, then swallowed, and said, "Boss, boss, he...he is not human."

　Boss Hei: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I saw Ah Piao!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)