Chapter 1491: The Jade Capital is revealed to the world for gambling, and the only one who hides suffering asks for a fight.
Chapter 1495 The Jade Capital is revealed to the world in a big gamble, and the only one who hides suffering asks for a fight.
"came back!"
There was a burst of noise in Yujing City, and everyone pointed to the bright space mystery formation high in the sky, excited.
After a while, Ye Xiaotian came back and brought three people with him - he successfully crossed the two realms!
"Is this the secret of space..."
"Look! The one in front is Seven Swords Immortal Feng Tingchen! Oh, he's from the previous year."
"Is that Mr. Yang? I've seen a portrait. The old swordsman with the goatee is of the same generation as Mr. Siren?"
"Where is that young man?"
"I don't know, but it's not important."
"Hmm, here comes the Feng family, and the battle of the Sword Immortal can begin!"
…
The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes.
The prosperous Jade Capital City and the dilapidated battlefield outside the city formed two extreme contrasts, which made Feng Zhongzui look at them in shock.
Fengjia City is also thriving.
But if you really want to compare it with a big place like Kyoto, it still pales in comparison.
"Mr. Siren."
As soon as Feng Tingchen showed up, he took the lead in bowing to Mei Siren with fists in his hands, and at the same time pointed his eyes at the young man behind him.
"Oh, I've met Mr. Siren. I've been admiring you for a long time!" Feng Zhongzui greeted as he took out a small mirror from the space ring.
He still knows his own job, and will convey the pictures and shock he saw when he first came here to everyone in the five regions, so that they can also feel the same.
The voice paused.
The drunken and wet hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and the sword intent spread out and poured into the preaching mirror.
"Buzz!"
The whole city was filled with wind and cheering birds chirping.
Xu Xiaoshou felt the gentle trembling of the swords around him, and suddenly looked back, with surprise in his eyes.
"Kendo Throne?"
The people from Meisi looked at it similarly, and with a sound of surprise, they looked squarely at this good seedling.
There is a special freedom and ease in Feng Zhongzui's sword intention, as if he has never really cared about anything in the world, including the greeting he just gave to his fellow Meisi people.
Respect is respect...
In this person's eyes, greeting is secondary, and his job is the key - the preaching mirror cannot be dropped!
"A descendant of the Feng family is drunk in the wind. He is naughty by nature. I brought him here to polish his temperament." Feng Tingchen turned around and introduced the Meisi people with a smile on his face.
"How old is it?" Mei Siren grabbed the fan.
"sixteen."
"Okay!" The fan flicked out, and a "Boy can be taught" came out.
The wrinkles at the corners of Feng Tingchen's eyes suddenly deepened.
Sixteen-year-old Kendo Throne... Xu Xiaoshou was in a trance. Putting aside himself and not comparing himself, this is Xiao Wanfeng's age. Su Qianqian's talent has been realized!
At least the King of Swordsmanship has the starting qualifications to challenge the Seven Swordsmen. But Feng Zhongzui comes from the Feng family. Doesn’t he know the swordsmanship well?
The Throne of Swordsmanship, just like the Throne of Soul Refining, encompasses three small realms.
Sword Immortal can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship. Mr. Siren who can kill Jiang Buyi before being canonized can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship.
The water in this realm is too deep!
There are many people hiding, and everyone wants to be a dark horse, but they can't see through others until they take action.
After Xu Xiaoshou was sighing, he just praised it sincerely: "Yes, it is indeed a good seedling."
Feng Tingchen looked over and his expression suddenly became strange.
This young man said such old-fashioned words...
He didn't know this young man with white hair and nine tails, but his face looked familiar. He had probably seen a portrait somewhere.
But judging from the atmosphere of the battle, the North Sword Immortal who has to contend with each other all relies on this son.
He is Xu Xiaoshou?
"This is an old student, Xu Xiaoshou."
The Meisi man pointed it out at the right time. No more description was needed, he just gave a name.
Feng Tingchen's expression became solemn, he cupped his fists in the distance and nodded in salute.
"Master Shou?"
Feng Zhongzui's eyes lit up, and he pointed the preaching mirror at the demon king whose name he had admired for so long.
At this moment, the illusive and ethereal figure on the major preaching mirrors in the five regions of the mainland solidified.
…
In the Eighth Palace.
The Feng family specially erected an extra missionary mirror in this small town because Master Shou came from Tiansang Ling Palace.
It's really lively in the Eighth Palace right now.
Fu Xing from Tiansang City, Fu Yinhong, and the elders accompanying him...
During the relocation of Tiansang Ling Palace, Xiao Qixiu also brought all the disciples from the inner courtyard to watch and study, Zhao Xidong, Rao Yinyin, Tan Ji...
The guy who was having fun together at that time was now in the mirror, and I was in front of the mirror, out of reach.
Most of the people who could come from the nearby spiritual palaces and counties came here, and the crowds were so crowded that their heads were bleeding.
"What a big change..." Zhao Xidong was still holding a piece of grass in his mouth and squatting on the stone with his eyes in trance, looking at it. He couldn't believe that the guy with white hair and nine tails was Xu Xiaoshou who once bombed the Lingzang Pavilion.
"I almost don't recognize him anymore." Xu Xiaoshou's stand-in Tan Ji, No. xx "Xiao Shi Tan Ji", said that he didn't recognize this guy at all, even though he had been punished by the Holy Temple for his nonsense.
Cross-examined many times.
"Jade Capital City..." Rao Yinyin looked at the preaching mirror, looking at the important figures around Xu Xiaoshou, her beautiful eyes were a little dim, and she murmured silently, "You still owe me a throne pill..."
Fu Xing pointed at the man in the mirror, and said with regret and some joy: "I knew at that time that he was definitely not a thing in the pool!"
Fu Yinhong stared coldly, knowing that this brother would not have anything good to say.
Fu Xing smiled again and said: "Fortunately, you didn't successfully match you up. It's not a good thing if your husband is too strong. I'm relieved now."
"Shut up!"
Mr. Fu sighed: "Oh, after listening to the legend for so long, I can finally see him fight with my own eyes. It's a pity that I couldn't see the Eighth Sword Immortal..."
…
Sword burial mound.
A bright missionary mirror is like a demonstration in front of the mountain.
The guys who usually worshiped the mountain devoutly disappeared one by one. They gathered around the preaching mirror and pointed:
"Master Shou!"
"Northern Sword Immortal!"
"Come, come, there are Mr. Si Ren, Senior Feng Tingchen, Mr. Gu, Yang Xizhi... Sword Immortal Liu Fuyu is also here, my God, is this a hodgepodge? They are all sword immortals!"
"Gu Qing Er San is here, hey, the boss is not here? Gu Qing Er, Gu Qing Er, Lao San, what do you think of this battle?" Someone pointed to the rear.
The crowd parted, and Gu Qing'er walked over without saying a word, carrying a sword wheel with nine swords hanging on his back, and sat on the big stone in front of the preaching mirror, feeling depressed.
Gu Qingsan was able to smile openly and waved in response to everyone: "I think Xu Xiaoshou wins. He is too strong. After all, I taught him some tricks back then."
"Oh? The point of Three Thousand Swordsmanship? Do you still have such a connection?"
"Yes, my second senior brother was also saved by Xu Xiaoshou on Void Island, so we have a close relationship..."
Gu Qinger immediately glared over.
"Hahaha!" Gu Qingsan scratched his head and smiled, pointing behind him, "Actually, you should ask my junior sister these questions."
Everyone looked behind them and saw a little girl in white walking over with a heavy black sword in her arms.
"Su Qianqian!"
"She was so lucky. When she was in the Yunlun Mountains, she was accepted as a disciple by Wen Ting and Wen Jianxian... Oh my god, I want it too!"
"Look, look, look, is that the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Weapons? I heard that the Holy Temple offered a heavy reward at that time, and if you find the person who turned it in, you will rise to great heights... But what fool can find the person who will turn him in?"
"I know that the Demonic Sword went specifically to find Su Qianqian, and made many twists and turns to bypass the search net of the Holy Temple!"
"Tsk, tsk, this girl is a bit scary. Not to mention her extraordinary talent, famous swords are still competing for her. I heard that she was the sword holder of Tomb Ming Chengxue before?"
"I know! I also know that the entire Su family took turns challenging the Eighth Sword Immortal, and they all died in the battle... Well, I can only say that there is no timid person in the Su family, they are all proud!"
"Shh..."
Su Qianqian walked calmly amidst the discussion.
Just like several of his senior brothers would defend her in the beginning, but now they are no longer surprised.
She also realized a little bit what it meant not to be happy with things and not sad with oneself. She no longer had excessive obsession with remembering the past.
"He will win." Su Qianqian raised her eyes calmly, looked at the preaching mirror, and spoke softly.
"Oh? Are you also standing with Xu Xiaoshou? Oh, I forgot that you still have old friends... By the way, where is your senior brother?" Someone turned around and asked again.
"He is preparing for war."
"What battle?"
"The next battle is the old date when we meet at the top."
…
Visit the Fairy City of the Moon.
Blood flowed all over the fields and withered bones covered the ground.
Xiao Kongtong held the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and fought his way to the preaching mirror. After taking a look at the figure on it, he laughed, turned around and went back to fight.
…
Dongtianwang Castle.
Pilgrimage Square, Pilgrimage Building, in front of the former site of the first building in the sky.
Dong Ling and Shi Ti from the Alchemist Association, Nangong Yin and Yuan Haisheng from Night Cat, Guiyin Pavilion, and the new Pavilion Master and Sect Master of Daxian Tianzong... all looked up eagerly.
…
Half Moon Bay.
The eight actors, including the acquaintance, Storyteller, Dao Qiongcang, Gou Wuyue, and Wei Feng, each had their arms around each other and stared at the figure.
"I have guessed it."
"Shut up!"
"This greedy god, let me tell you the truth, at that time, we expected that it was either not contracted or it was properly contracted..."
"Can you please stop farting? Either you die or you live. Doesn't living mean being contracted? I've told you both possibilities. What do you mean by pinching your fingers? Then my brother can do it too."
"Only women and villains are difficult to raise."
"Dao Qiongcang, what do you mean, calling someone a villain?"
"A gentleman should not scold, but should give some advice."
"you!"
…
Siling Mountain.
On Thunder Peak, there were too many old guys scratching their heads and scratching their heads sitting in front of a single preaching mirror.
Long Rongzhi, Lou Yu, Chi Jia, Dayao, Xiaoyao, Mu Lin...
Among the younger ones, only Bai Qian and Hua Xi could come here to play for the sake of ancestor Long Rongzhi.
High in the sky, there is a white dragon with a jade-like body, holding a little girl on its head.
She is dressed in purple, has a tender face, and has a double bun. She is playful and cute, but she speaks in an old-fashioned way:
"Is he Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Yes." Lou Yu clicked on it, then moved his finger, "This traitor is Ye Xiaotian! But he is the secret of space..."
"Then don't call him a traitor!"
"Oh, Master Zi Chong is willing to protect him. Ye Xiaotian's ancestral grave is covered in smoke, so he can survive the war."
"Watch a play and watch a play."
"Okay, Master Zi Chong."
…
From the refining spirit of the day after tomorrow to the semi-saint holy emperor.
Xu Xiaoshou never thought that one day his dream would come true so naturally, and the whole world would pay attention to him.
At this time, he saw the missionary mirror pointed at him, grinning at the world with his big teeth open, so he turned his gaze back and looked diagonally to the north:
"The battle is so big, and so many seniors have been invited to watch the ceremony. To end it hastily is disrespectful to everyone present and everyone in front of the camera."
"Well, how about we add a little bit of fun?"
Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and magnified Beibei's expression at the right moment.
Beibei's face was a little stiff and his expression was unnatural.
Obviously she understands the meaning of the preaching mirror better and knows how many people are watching her at this time.
"What, what kind of lottery?"
As soon as these words came out, Beibei tilted his head and spat: "Xu Xiaoshou, please stop pretending, what do you mean you can kill me in two or three strokes? Be careful, your tongue flashes!"
Xu Xiaoshou said with emotion: "You and I are fighting to protect Yujing City. If you win, you will gain fame and profit, and be granted a title; if I win, I can only turn around and leave, and get nothing. This
So unfair."
After saying that, he looked at Feng Tingchen again: "Senior Feng, do you think so?"
Feng Tingchen looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looked at his heart, and he said in his heart, you kid, don't drag me into the water, "You decide for yourself, just tell me when you're done, Feng Zhongzui will record the battle process, and the sword tower will give the evaluation results."
Beibei became nervous and raised his imperial sword high: "Xu Xiaoshou, war time has come, what else do you want to do?"
"Emperors take turns, come to my house next year!" Xu Xiaoshou laughed loudly, pointed to the jade capital city on the sole of his foot and said:
"If you win, it should be yours. It's all yours. I won't hold you accountable for the fault of the master of Xuanji Hall, so I will just retreat."
"But if I win, this Jade City will be mine!"
Yujing City suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Everyone in front of the preaching mirror was also puzzled and couldn't understand the meaning of these words.
"What he means is that the Kyoto Formation is under his control?" Qiao Qianzhi understood.
"His first building in the sky should be rooted in Yujing, or like the Alchemist Association, open a branch in Kyoto and be recognized by the Holy Temple?" Shiti's thoughts were quick.
"He also wants to settle down?" Xin Gugu was on his way to the Central Region to invite the Holy Beast back when he was stopped by the Missionary Mirror.
Beibei frowned and glanced down the city: "What do you mean?"
"Literal meaning!" Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, "I won. The land in Yujing City belongs to me, the formation belongs to me, the wealth belongs to me, and the people belong to me... Everything belongs to me on the first floor of the sky.
, no longer belongs to Jade Capital City or the Holy Temple."
"You're dreaming!" Beibei's eyes turned red, and Xu Xiao felt a huge stomachache.
"Anyway, the master of Xuanji Palace doesn't protect you, and wants to use God Worship Willow to devour you. On the contrary, Ye Bansheng has protected you several times, and I have protected you several times..." Xu Xiaoshou said while looking down.
There was a sudden murmur of discussion in Yujing City.
What Xu Xiaoshou said makes sense.
Compared to Ye Bansheng, the master of Xuanji Palace is simply the enemy of Yujing City!
It's okay if the formation can't protect everyone. She lost control once before. She really wanted to drain the living people to provide vitality so that she could survive alone.
"I agree."
"I disagree!"
"I think Master Shou is better than Master Xuanji."
"You're a fucking traitor! You are protected by the Holy Temple, and you eat the spiritual energy collected from the Kyoto formation. How can you turn your elbows outward?"
"But Master Shou said it well. Emperors take turns. When they come to my house next year, I will follow whoever can make my life better!"
"You are presumptuous!"
"You fart!"
"..."
There were riots everywhere in the city.
Not only were the people in front of the preaching mirror shocked, Beibei was also shocked.
She never thought that someone in Yujing City would really be moved by Xu Xiaoshou's proposal... Just when she was about to refuse again, another soft voice came to her ears.
Feng Zhongzui, who was watching the battle with great interest, suddenly moved his eyes and said, "There is a situation!"
He zoomed in on Bei Jianxian's expression, focusing on her slightly twitching ears, and explained to the preaching mirror: "You may not be able to see clearly, but I am here and can tell you accurately that someone just told you that
sound!"
Feng Tingchen felt numb all over. He looked back and was about to get angry when he saw Feng Zhongzui pointing a mirror at him.
He immediately became gentle and gentle, his chest became higher, and his expression became unpredictable.
He also turned slightly sideways, revealing half of He Jian Tingchen, half real and half hazy, making it even more mysterious and tempting.
——This is when facing the world, image is the most important!
Feng Zhongzui snorted silently when he saw this, he was not afraid of anything.
As the most qualified people who eat melons, what are the key points that I pay attention to when eating melons on weekdays? Now I will make these all public to the world.
Feng Tingchen?
I'm disobedient!
"I promise." Beibei said with difficulty.
"Wow!" Feng Zhongzui immediately exclaimed, then covered his mouth and whispered, "That must be the order from the master of Xuanji Palace, otherwise no one can reverse the will of an ancient sword cultivator so quickly. You should know that Gu Jianxiu
Except for me, every sword cultivator has a bad temper, including our old master Feng Ting..."
"Drunk in the wind!" Feng Tingchen couldn't bear it anymore. If you want to die, don't drag the Feng family into trouble!
Old master, times have changed... The young man pointed the preaching mirror at Master Shou and said with a smile:
"I bet that Master Shou will win. I bet that the young will outperform the old and be better than the old. What about you?"
Feng Tingchen choked and could no longer speak.
"Refreshing!" In the field, Xu Xiaoshou laughed and raised the four swords in his hand high:
"That being the case, I have no other questions..."
"Give you this chance to defeat me in front of the world!"
General Beibei also raised the Imperial Sword Duzun, his face turned pale, and he said no more.
Feng Tingchen was really afraid that the boy in the clan would talk nonsense again, so he immediately said: "In that case, the Seven Sword Immortals are competing for the first battle. I touched the sword to send a message to the world...please fight!"
"Seven Sword Immortal Beibei, the one with the most distinguished sword name, please fight!" Beibei cupped his fists and took the lead in throwing the sword in his hand into the air.
Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Mr. Si Ren, "In wartime, you can only use one sword?"
"Generally, because most people only carry one sword, but there is no restriction." A voice from Meisi came.
Xu Xiaoshou breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the four swords in his hand.
As one of the five great artifacts of Chaos, this sword can certainly beat the Emperor Sword alone, but there are four swords that are already famous enough...
Xu Xiaoshou put away the Flame Sword, Yan Python and Four Fierce Swords. Instead, a wildly twisting, excited black snake popped up high into the sky.
"嘤——"
When the Black Snake and the Emperor Sword Duzun touched each other, they suddenly rolled up to each other and began to greasyly rub against each other, and then both of them made a shocking sword sound that either resisted or felt comfortable.
Xu Xiaoshou's face twitched, but he did not squint, held his fists in a polite gesture, and said calmly:
"Seven Swordsman Xu Xiaoshou, the name of the sword hides suffering..."