Chapter 1353: One person at a table can control hundreds of heroes, but a cup of tea can kill the swordsman
Chapter 1357: One person at a table conquers hundreds of tycoons, but a cup of tea makes him a swordsman
"Form No. 1, Ao Sheng's clone is in place."
"Form No. 1, they are here! I saw Hantian Weasel, Xu Xiaoshou, and another woman... they look familiar. Let me check."
"Form No. 1, they have stopped at the top of the cliff. I am now under the Black Water Stream. Master Dao Palace, I invite you to fight. Go out and give it a try first!"
"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, Ao Sheng please come back, Xu Xiaoshou cannot be defeated by you alone."
"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position! Ao Sheng's clone, please stay where you are and wait for support. Don't try to do it on your own..."
"Form No. 1, I'm out! The Weasel of Cold Sky can't kill me in seconds. I'm the secret of the rock element. If I delay a little longer, I can wait for the support from the red and white clothes."
"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position! Ao Sheng's clone, please wait..."
"Bang!"
"what sound?"
"Huh? What happened? Is this an explosion?"
"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position. When everyone speaks, please remember to report your points first, otherwise it will be too confusing... Please report your points for Formation Eye No. 1! Please report your points for Formation Eye No. 1!"
"Zi..."
"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng's clone, speak!"
"Zi..."
"Bai Humai, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng, what happened, speak!"
After these two questions, the Tianzhu combat communication channel became quiet.
Everyone was waiting for the clone of Ao Sheng who had gone to "have a try" to speak, but at this moment, even Ao Sheng himself disappeared silently.
Qinglong Vein, above the Qinglong Golden Pagoda.
Ao Sheng, the new leader of the Spiritual Department, suddenly had his eyes bulging, veins on his forehead popped out, and then blood spurted out from his seven orifices.
"ah!!!"
He held his head and let out a shrill roar from his throat. His body was arched like a cooked shrimp and he rolled down from the top of the tower.
After hitting the ground with a bang, he clutched his head and rolled back and forth on the ground, as if suppressing some extreme pain.
But apart from the slightly heavy breathing, he gritted his teeth and was so hard that he no longer let out even a half cry of pain.
But that scream just now...
No one on the Tianzhu combat channel is deaf, everyone heard it!
"Bai Humai, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng is speaking! Did you hear it?"
"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, Ao Sheng, are you okay?"
Under the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, Ao Sheng pressed the communicator, but hurriedly pulled the communicator away. After coughing out a mouthful of blood, he pulled the communicator closer.
His eyes were bloodshot, his face was extremely ferocious, but his tone was very calm:
"Qinglong, Pulse, I am Ao Sheng."
"Nothing happened. Big problem. My dragon clone...well, died in battle. There are three people on the opposite side...cough."
The Tianzhu combat channel became quiet again.
"White Tiger Pulse, Xi is in position, Ao Sheng, why are you speaking intermittently?"
"Suzaku Pulse, Yu Zhiwen is in place, has he been bitten?"
"Baihu Pulse, Xi is in position. Ao Sheng, don't hold on. You are the only person who has contacted Xu Xiaoshou so far. Tell him the information quickly and remember not to cover up the details."
Under the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, Ao Sheng wiped away the blood in his eyes and looked into the distance, with fear still in his eyes.
He swallowed his saliva and took advantage of the situation to dissolve the power of the elixir. Only then did he feel better and said with difficulty:
"I am Ao Sheng, my clone died in the battle."
"Xu Xiaoshou cast a special spell without any spiritual energy fluctuations, but he suddenly plundered the power of the dragon beads and the sea of qi spiritual energy from my dragon clone."
"He definitely has the power to kill Taixu instantly!"
"Xi! Your foreign department's intelligence is too backward. I was almost tricked to death by you. No one can stop Xu Xiaoshou without the presence of the Semi-Saint himself!"
"So how did you die?" This was Xi's voice.
Ao Sheng's body trembled: "He, he not only sucked my spiritual energy dry, but also sucked my dragon clone...I, and I, am out of control..."
"Then what?" Yu Zhiwen's voice also sounded.
"Then……"
"Ao Sheng, pay attention to everything you say now, it is related to the lives of thousands of people in the Holy Temple." Xi's voice was full of seriousness, "Although your clone has sacrificed, we are all sorry, but his contribution is not without
Significantly, we now urgently need the most accurate first-hand information on Xu Xiaoshou.”
Ao Sheng stood in front of the Qinglong Golden Pagoda and listened quietly, his eyes extremely empty.
He looked into the distance, and what was infinitely magnified in his mind was the last finger Xu Xiaoshou pressed against his forehead.
His nightmares in the future will probably be inseparable from that brain collapse.
At that moment, after his lips moved, Ao Sheng said: "Xu Xiaoshou, used a finger..."
"What special spiritual skill did he use that could kill the soul? Or some other... holy weapon? Ten-level sword finger?" Xi couldn't wait for the next step, so he could only speculate.
"No." Ao Sheng was suddenly irritated. How could he say this? He couldn't express it at all.
"Ao Sheng! Speak! Your clone was killed, and your spirit was also defeated?" Xi's voice became louder.
"Shut up! You are too noisy!" Ao Sheng roared, "Xu Xiaoshou didn't use magic skills, he just used a finger!"
"Then what!" Xi Ye was angry, so what about the information behind it? How could someone sacrifice himself and be able to send out key information, but still not reveal it?
"No more!" Ao Sheng's anger could already burst out of his eyes, "I'll fuck you..."
"Shut up!" The Taoist Palace Master's voice suddenly intervened.
"Xi, don't ask, maybe there's nothing going on." Yu Zhiwen's voice appeared at the same time, and that's when she thought of something.
Then no?
In front of the White Tiger Golden Pagoda, Xi was suddenly stunned.
He carefully recalled what Ao Sheng said again and came to this conclusion:
"After Xu Xiaoshou absorbed all your spiritual energy, he crushed you with only one finger and nothing else?" Xi's question was full of disbelief.
He was not waiting for a "yes" or "no" answer, but a cordial and friendly greeting involving eighteen generations of ancestors.
"Whoops... beep, beep, beep -"
It wasn't until the unbearable scolding was blocked by the Taoist Palace Master that Xi realized what a bullshit question he had asked.
Isn't this just a direct humiliation of Ao Sheng in front of others?
Sorry, didn't mean it...
But as the leader of the foreign ministry, his work is not yet done.
After the "beep" sound disappeared, Xi hesitated and asked again:
"Ao Sheng, I'm sorry, but I have to ask another offensive question, how much strength is your dragon clone equivalent to your true self?"
Ao Sheng calmed down a bit after scolding him. He knew that his shame and anger could not be completely inflicted on others, so he responded hesitantly:
"Thirty percent."
"Thirty percent? Are you out of your mind, or am I crazy?"
"..."
The Tianzhu battle channel became quiet for a while, surprisingly, there was no angry curse from Ao Sheng.
After a while, a hoarse and low voice sounded weakly:
"Nine, ninety percent."
"..."
The world is completely quiet now.
Under the White Tiger Golden Pagoda, Xi opened his mouth and silently took out a black gold reward from his arms.
The portrait shows Xu Xiaoshou's face with a mean smile.
This is an early black gold reward from Xu Xiaoshou during the Yunlun Mountains period, and Xi has always kept it.
At that time, his combat prowess was only judged by Zhan Dao, but now...
One finger...
Ninety percent strength...
Xi took a long breath and couldn't ask any more questions.
At that time, people didn't know the Lingyun tree, and they waited until Lingyun became a master.
"drop."
"This palace is in the sky, all members of the Tianzhu Operation are attentive."
"At the No. 1 formation eye, the clone of Ao Sheng, the newly appointed leader of the Spiritual Department, encountered the saint slave Xu Xiaoshou and died in the three-breath battle."
"Everyone, unless they are too weak, will not form a formation. If they encounter an enemy, they will report it as soon as possible. If they can evacuate first, they must fight and don't hide."
"above."
In front of the Qinglong Golden Pagoda, after hearing these words directed at all members, Ao Sheng's feet weakened and he almost fell to the ground.
Forget it, there are only a few that can be heard on the channel.
But how...
Dao Palace Master, even you stabbed me in the back?!
…
Blackwater Stream.
Xu Xiaoshou killed Ao Sheng instantly with one move, just like crushing an ant to death without any complacency or joy.
He has defeated the Divine Envoy of Heavenly Secret and Yan Wuse.
If we still waste a little more energy and time for just Ao Sheng, will the results of this period of cultivation be in vain?
After testing his combat power, he cut his consciousness back.
Whatever happens next, as long as you don't encounter a semi-saint, you should be able to handle it.
"what you up to?"
Mo Mo had withdrawn from her body in time after the war, and she was also surprised by the unknown "sucking technique".
But Xu Xiaoshou didn't say anything, so she didn't ask any more questions.
The current question is about Xu Xiaoshou suddenly dancing with his fingers in mid-air, as if he was about to set up a spiritual formation.
"What a surprise." Everyone said excitedly without looking back.
The first feeling after adding points is experienced by me through my consciousness. Although this is what it should be, I still feel uncomfortable.
The unexpected joy is that I have promised that the semi-sage will not come out from now on, and everything will be led by him.
It's time for him to show off his talents to the fullest!
Full of knowledge, it will finally be put to use today!
"Whoosh whoosh..."
The spiritual threads at the fingertips leaped out one after another, forming a complex formation in mid-air.
Because the master of the Taoist Palace is a Tianji Warlock, Jinren did not choose to do anything in his own way, but stepped on the Taoist formation plate and arranged the spiritual formation in an orderly manner.
In just a few breaths, a large formation spread all over the cliffs of Heishui Stream took shape.
There are tens of thousands of array eyes, and the nested structure is extremely complex.
There were 13,600 empty seats in the formation, as if souls were missing.
"Bo..."
Jin Ren chuckled, and with a flick of his fingers, five compressed fire seeds jumped out from his fingertips, and then condensed into explosive source seeds.
Five Finger Seed Technique!
Although it is not at the Saint level, the power within the body is currently at the Abnormal level. This blasting source seed caught Taixu off guard and caused serious injuries.
"What is this?" Mo Mo was still puzzled.
The little ferret on the side saw the familiar explosive source seed, but his body trembled subconsciously, and he had a bad premonition.
Void Island, Sin Palace, this thing blew up more than Jiang Buyi!
Most people are not satisfied with this.
He has the transformation of a Saint Emperor, and is endlessly alive and full of vitality.
If it weren't for the fear that the "Holy Five Finger Seed Technique" would be too powerful and affect the Heishui Stream, it would involve some unknown variables at the Ranming Site.
He will never settle for second best.
But if the quality deteriorates, the quantity will naturally be stretched to the limit.
"Boo boo..."
In just a few breaths, based on the five-finger seed technique, tens of thousands of explosive source seeds were condensed out.
They are stable and quiet, as docile as tempting candies waiting to be eaten.
Use all your hands to lead.
Tens of thousands of blasting source seeds were fired into the 13,600 empty spaces in the spiritual array, and the array lit up instantly, like the stars of the Milky Way on the Black Water Stream.
"hidden."
Everyone makes a seal with their hands.
The great formation of stars was hidden in the void and could no longer be seen by the naked eye or spiritual mind.
"..." Mo Mo's eyelids were twitching when he saw it, and he vaguely understood Xu Xiaoshou's plan. This explosion enthusiast was as good as ever.
"This boy is so dirty!" Feng Yujin couldn't help but uttered a sound, and his voice was also surprised.
The little ferret shivered and jumped into Master Shou's arms.
Next up in the Black Water Stream, without Master Shou leading the way, he would not take a single step.
"Wait a minute, I'll take you down."
Jin Ren smiled at Mo Mo, and then took out a table, a chair, a pot of hot water, and a cup of good tea from the space ring.
"Pity."
"How great would it be if Xiao Wanfeng were here?"
Jun Ren raised his head and sighed, realizing that he didn't have much time left. He called a lifelike portrait clone Xu Xiaoshou from Xingjie and threw it on the table and chair.
"Who will be the first lucky winner?"
He looked up into the sky and looked into the distance, feeling the countless breaths coming quickly, and turned around.
"Let's go!"
Jin Ren took Mo Mo and Han Ye, took three steps and turned, stepped back every five steps, and jumped to the bottom of the cliff.
…
"Wait a minute!"
In front of the Blackwater Stream and Broken Peak Mountain, Cheng Huan in white waved his hand to stop his companions.
He is too weak.
He could tell at a glance that a battle had taken place here.
Moreover, the Master of the Dao Palace has just informed all channels that the location of Heishui Stream has been visited by the Holy Slave Shouye.
Ao Sheng, the new leader of the Spiritual Department, was shattered by his three breaths.
Have to guard against it!
"Old Cheng, there seems to be someone there?" Someone pointed to the edge of the cliff, and in the constantly moving black mist, he spotted a figure at the tip of his eye.
Cheng Huan's heart tightened, and he swept away with his spiritual thoughts and saw the whole picture clearly.
On the edge of the cliff, amidst the howling cold wind, there was a cup of tea on a wooden table, and an arrogant guy with his legs crossed on the wooden table.
He leaned back and leaned against the back of the seat. The four-legged chair now only had two back feet supporting the ground and was teetering on the edge.
The person on the chair was leisurely shaking his head from side to side, breathing out, and sipping the hot tea in his hand.
The cold wind took away the steaming heat on the tea cup and brought back the young man's face with the smeared corners of his mouth.
"Xu Xiaoshou!"
Cheng Huan recognized the man and was shocked.
This holy slave, Lord Shou, was alone, waiting for him on the cliff of Heishui Stream!
"No, he is not waiting for me, I am not qualified..."
Cheng Huan looked at his companion and realized that Shou Ye, the second in command of the Holy Slave, was not waiting for his companion either.
Neither of them is qualified.
Cheng Huan directly chose to report it.
"Form No. 18, Cheng Huan in white is in position."
"I found Sheng Nushou... Xu Xiaoshou at the edge of the cliff. He was... uh, drinking tea."
"Form No. 18, please support!"
call out!
Phew!
Boo hoo hoo…
One after another, figures landed one after another.
This place changed from two people, to seven people, then to eighteen, twenty-three, thirty-six people...
These people are dressed in white, red, or even other colors and are special personnel from special departments.
However, without exception, after landing, they either were stopped by Cheng Huan or discovered something themselves, and they no longer dared to move forward.
They settled in front of the cliff, a safe distance of thirty feet away from the figure at the tea table.
They opened their eyes wide to recognize it, gasped, and then whispered to each other.
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Holy slave Shouye?"
"What's going on! How dare he wait for us here alone?"
"Ah? He is Xu Xiaoshou. He has even killed Rao Yaoyao and killed Ao Sheng's clone. What else can he not dare to do?"
"What you should ask is why so many of us have to wait here for so long, and he doesn't even bother to talk to me."
"Hush, don't try to gain others' ambition and destroy your own prestige. Wait for someone from above to come!"
"Fuck! This Shouye is so mean..."
In the midst of the discussion, someone couldn't help it anymore, stepped back half a step, and shouted loudly: "Xu Xiaoshou!"
In an instant, the scene became quiet.
Numerous slashers and Taixu formed a formation, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Cold sweat dripped from their foreheads and their salty eyes did not dare to blink. They cursed the person who made the sound in their hearts.
Xu Xiaoshou, that's Zhan Dao. If Taixu forms a formation, can it be blocked?
"call……"
The cold wind howled by.
On the cliff, there are sounds of people from each other's holy temples hunting and dancing.
Behind the tea table, the figure reclining and drinking tea remained unmoved, still breathing in the hot air and pouring and drinking.
"Fuck!" someone cursed.
Breathing from the cliff, the wind suddenly became louder and the temperature seemed to be lower...
"retreat!!!"
Cheng Huan's scalp was numb and he roared very quickly.
He stood in front of the formation and was one of the first people most likely to be attacked. He wished he could push everyone behind him away.
The crowd instantly retreated fifty feet.
The sound of the wind has just subsided, but the surrounding temperature is still the same - cold, but it doesn't seem to have been cold at all?
Only then did everyone realize that it was just a false alarm, it was just a strong wind.
Xu Xiaoshou was still drinking tea and never made any move.
"The second in command of the Holy Slave..."
"Is the pressure so great?"
Cheng Huan's right eyelid twitched wildly, and he clutched the spear tightly, his back already wet with cold sweat.
Everyone felt very humiliated by what they had just done, but what he saw was a young man putting great pressure on many seniors who were over fifty years old.
"Ah……"
Cheng Huan secretly breathed a sigh of relief to relieve the pressure.
He was a newly promoted man in white clothes, and for a moment he thought that if the new second-in-command of the Saint Slave was like this, then what kind of existence would his master have no sleeves?
Back then on Heting Mountain, Senior Gou Wuyue took the lead in crushing the burning qin. How terrifying was it?
Both are Taixu, how big is the gap between me and senior Gou Wuyue who has resigned?
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Another line of figures in red and white fell on the cliff.
The newcomers didn't know why, so they just stepped back several hundred feet under the scolding of their predecessors.
The queue stretched into a long queue, as if they were queuing up to buy tea at the edge of a cliff.
Someone questioned:
"Why does that Xu Xiaoshou look a little fake?"
"He can't even sense the realm of cultivation. It seems like he is just an incarnation of spiritual energy?"
In an instant, this man was crushed from left to right:
"The foreign ministry said that the level of cultivation of the holy slave Shouye is difficult for even a half-saint to see through."
"He can change everything in the world, is proficient in disguise, and is very good at intelligent warfare."
"Now that you are in such a depressed state, and you are still setting up a table to greet me all alone, isn't it that you have prepared something in advance to tempt me to wait?"
A quarter of an hour passed.
During the difficult confrontation, a young trialist from nearby broke into the place and was shocked by this scene.
There are hundreds of beheadings, it’s too imaginary to form a formation against only one person?
Who is that person? He looks very young and is also a trialist?
No!
That seems to be the father-in-law of the Holy Slave!
Without asking any more questions, batch after batch of testers were asked to leave by the people in white.
Two quarters of an hour passed.
On the black water stream, the holy slave Shouye had a table and a cup of tea. After drinking hundreds of zhandao, he was too weak.
Outside the Blackwater Stream, the good-intentioned trialists did not even kill the White Walkers, but watched from a distance.
This time, both the white-coated and the red-coated people had big heads. After all, it would not be a good thing for the current scene to spread.
Finally, their wait came to an end.
The sword energy travels across the sky, the master in white clothes holds the Tao, and the quasi-Seven Sword Immortal Beibei descends on the Black Water Stream!
"what's the situation?"
Beibei's voice was crisp and he looked younger than all the white and red people present.
If she were in another place, she could only be regarded as one of the testers when she entered.
However, this female swordswoman in white was holding an oversized coffin and sword box in her hands, and her appearance was extraordinary and extraordinary.
"Xu Xiaoshou, right there."
No one said anything, Cheng Huan swallowed, stepped forward and clasped his fists respectfully, secretly sizing up this boss who was about the same age as his granddaughter.
Beibei leaned the sword box to his side, and a big crater was made on the ground.
"Are you Xu Xiaoshou?" Her big eyes sparkled with curiosity as she looked ahead at the illusive young figure.
The two elders smiled at Liu Fuyu, and the flowers came to the north to welcome me.
In the ranking of the Seven Swordsmen, the person in front of me was only one place lower than myself.
Of course, this is a result that has not yet been fought.
Behind the tea table, the cynical young man heard the sound and raised his eyes. This time, he finally made another move.
The expressions of hundreds of people in white clothes tensed up, and they saw Master Shou standing up behind the table, smiling slightly at Sword Immortal Beibei, putting down the tea cup in his hand and waving:
"Would you like a drink?"
He turned his hand over, and there were wine glasses and tea cups on the table for you to choose from.
Beibei's little face had a strange expression.
Apart from anything else, Xu Xiaoshou's appearance and his demeanor of not being afraid of the temple are truly amazing.
It could be seen that Xu Xiaoshou seemed to have something to say rather than discuss swords, so Beibei put down the sword case and walked to the tea table alone.
"Bei Jianxian, be careful!" Cheng Huan couldn't help but shout in a low voice.
"It doesn't matter."
Beibei just waved his hand and came to the table, finding nothing unusual around him.
On the contrary, there was something unusual about Xu Xiaoshou in front of him. He didn't seem to be a real person?
"What do you want to say?" Beibei was not afraid of the sky or the earth, but when she wanted to sit down, she found that Xu Xiaoshou had not prepared a chair for her politely.
Opposite the tea table, the young man stood up and was a head taller than Beibei.
He slowly selected a new cup, poured a new cup of tea, and handed it over.
Beibei stretched out his hand to receive it.
The young man shook the tea cup vigorously.
With a "swish", all the hot tea inside was splashed on the unsuspecting Beibei's face. The dark brown tea even sprinkled the sword fairy's white robe.
Beibei was stunned, his eyes suddenly rounded.
Her hands were stretched out in the air - she even stretched out her hands to take the tea, which was Gu Jianxiu's respect for Gu Jianxiu.
But she didn't receive tea, she only received a heartbreaking shock.
At this moment, hundreds of people in red and white clothes watching this scene from behind felt their hearts tremble.
They want to pretend they can't see anything, but they can't.
After all, there were hundreds of people present.
And outside the court, there are still some young guys hiding...
The silence at the edge of the cliff was deafening.
"What I want to say is..."
The young man opposite the teahouse crushed the cup in his hand and laughed:
"Everyone here is rubbish."
His eyes finally focused, fixed on Beibei's painted face still dripping with tea.
"including you."
Beibei's eyes trembled, his body trembled, his whole body and even his soul trembled.
She lowered her head and saw the eye-catching brown tea stains on the pure white dress embroidered with blue cloud patterns.
"ah!!!"
She finally couldn't hold back and let out a scream, and with a move of her hand, the sword box roared from behind.
"Mode."
But at this moment, the young man across the tea table jumped up and transformed into a formation eye.
With an order, everything spread out for several miles, from the mountainous area where the white and red clothes were, to the trialists who were watching from afar and fearless of death, to Beibei at the edge of the nearby cliff, and even to the black water under the cliff.
Over the stream...
A huge array of stars lit up instantly, covering everything.
"Help!"
Beibei's pupils widened and he shouted loudly, sensing something was wrong and trying to avoid the attack.
She hadn't even gotten the sword box that belonged to her. Xu Xiaoshou, who had turned into an afterimage and disappeared in the air, had already laughed out the last time: