Chapter 1,645 The Seven Sword Immortals are in full swing, Xiao Lang is frightened in the dark alley
Chapter 1649 The Seven Sword Immortals are in full swing, Xiao Lang is frightened in the dark alley
"Who are you……"
Cao Erzhu looked at the jade-faced scholar in front of him warily, vaguely feeling that he had seen him somewhere.
"Owner?"
"Are you the landlord?"
The ancient and modern Wangyou Tower came out suddenly, and this person also came out suddenly.
It took Erzhu a long time to remember that when Dao Qiongcang used his body, a family of three went into the building and saw this person.
"Are you here to see Brother Xiaoshou?"
Cao Erzhu knew that he and this person were strangers to each other, and there was a high probability that he came here because of Brother Xiao Shou.
You can look to one side...
Since the door of the tree has disappeared, the sky has left.
Master Shou directly opened the formation diagram of the secret meaning and sat down cross-legged. Without even saying a word, he entered a state of enlightenment.
Cao Erzhu felt that Brother Xiao Shou wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.
"The last time I saw Brother Xiaoshou, he was also practicing."
"His practice should not be disturbed, and the time should be quite long. You should also want to say goodbye to him before leaving, right?"
Cao Erzhu felt that he had become Brother Xiao Shou's mouthpiece.
But it was useless to speak with his mouth. He did not have the core of heaven and could not open the tree door to let this person leave, so he could only suggest:
"How about we sit down together and wait for Brother Meng to wake up?"
"Or do you commit suicide?"
Uh, that seems to be a very impolite thing to say...
Er Zhu scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, seeing the jade-faced scholar opposite him slowly shaking his head.
He quickly waved and said goodbye.
Not long after, the Gujin Wangyou Tower faded in front, and the figure of the owner also disappeared.
"Huh?"
Erzhu frowned and thought hard.
This poster seemed to have been chatting with me a lot, but he didn't seem to say a word. He couldn't even remember what he just said...
"never mind."
If you can't think of it, don't think about it.
Erzhu glanced at Brother Shou who was practicing seriously, pulled some distance away, and sat down cross-legged.
What are Brother Shou doing, why are you so anxious?
The thunder element secret formation diagram slowly unfolded. With such confusion, Erzhu closed his eyes and quickly entered a state of enlightenment.
…
Southern Territory, Fengjia City.
The streets were crowded with people coming and going.
All kinds of "ancient sword cultivators" wearing bamboo hats, gauze hats, sword robes, and robes, walking with their heads held high and their chests held high, showing off and showing off, gathered in one city.
Everyone passing by either carries two swords on his back, or has three swords on his waist, or holds a long sword upside down, or holds a sword at an angle...
You can't do it without a sword.
It seems that this is not Fengjia City, but Shenyue Immortal City.
Both sides of the street were no longer what they used to be in Fengjia City. They were now filled with various stalls, selling all kinds of treasures that ancient sword cultivators would not go shopping for.
From day to night, the never-ending shouting at twelve o'clock has been shouting on both sides of the streets in Fengjiacheng for almost a month:
"Take a look, take a look. The newly released list of the Seven Swordsmen has a 90% success rate. It was predicted by the real ancient swordsman Tang Lao. It will only sell for 10,000 spiritual crystals."
"Gu Qing has left the East Territory and can land in the South Territory today. Tickets for viewing at Ferry Gate only cost 6,000 spirit crystals. Gu Qing has landed in the teleportation array at Ferry Gate. Don't you really want to see the future swordsman?
?Senior, please have one!"
"Don't miss it if you are passing by. It is said that the famous sword 'Zheque' is on the ancient aunt's monument. Those who are destined will be given it for free. Those who are not destined can also be forced to have a destiny. Buy one hundred thousand spiritual crystals to get a destiny. Take a look at this ancient sword cultivator.
No?"
"Big news! The new generation of Seven Sword Immortals doesn't have to wait for tomorrow to be released. It can be released today! Master Shou actually ranks second, and he is actually the first! Who is he? As long as 30,000 spiritual crystals, Huazhuo Pavilion will do it for you
Revealed!”
"..."
Xiao Wanfeng carried a large sword box on his back and squeezed through the crowded street.
The meat buns for breakfast turned into meat patties after passing through the busiest street leading to the first viewing platform, and the juices were sucked away from someone's clothes.
He opened his mouth, looked at the meatloaf in his hand hesitantly, and finally chose to choke down today's breakfast in one bite.
"Hiccup~"
There is only one day left until the Seven Swordsmen list is released.
These days, the Southern Territory has been extremely lively, especially in Fengjia City.
All kinds of monsters and monsters appeared.
In the past, except for Shenyue Immortal City and Sword Burial Tomb, I had never seen so many ancient sword cultivators. Now they can be seen everywhere in the Southern Region.
They opened their mouths and said, "The Eight Masters are wise and knowledgeable," and closed their mouths by saying, "The people of Meisi said so."
As everyone knows, in the mouth of a real ancient sword cultivator, only "Eighth Sword Immortal" can be spoken when he opens his mouth, and "Mr. Siren" can be said when he is closed.
"Pretending not to understand..."
Xiao Wanfeng muttered and looked at the first viewing platform from a distance. As of today, no mortal could squeeze into the innermost part.
The day before the Feng family released the results, the inner city and outer city were even more popular.
The first viewing platform is now almost a throne for all kinds of good things. Dead disciples are occupying the seats. After all, the most indispensable thing in the Southern Territory is the "ancient sword cultivator" who has committed crimes and knows the art of disguise.
At this moment, what is being shown on the stage is the battle between swordsmen and immortals.
It's not a real-time broadcast, it's a battle that attracted the most attention six days ago.
Come, let’s face off against Beibei. The location is the Central Region.
Bei Bei is naturally the North Sword Immortal. In the past, the number one Sword Immortal in Yujing City was defeated by Master Shou.
Who is coming?
Sword Immortal Lai, also known as Alai.
Flowers come to the north to welcome the "coming" of the master!
Before the first list of Seven Sword Immortals came out, or even six days ago, not many people knew who Alai was.
Now, the whole world knows it.
"Illusion swordsmanship, Hua Lai..."
The sword fairy on the stage was wearing a green robe with large red flowers tattooed on it, and a small golden daisy pinned to his ear. His appearance was very eye-catching.
It’s hard to imagine that there are still people in ancient sword cultivation who have such an aesthetic and style.
Xiao Wanfeng did not dare to comment on the red and green costumes. What he focused on was the magic swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal, which was superb.
Too standard!
The standards are so high that he can’t find fault!
Even if he has never seen the Eighth Sword Immortal's phantom sword technique with his own eyes, Xiao Wanfeng feels that the textbook phantom sword technique is probably nothing more than this.
As for Beibei, who was skilled in swordsmanship, even though he was the master of the imperial sword, Alai would never choose to confront him head-on.
The Emperor Sword Tianjie was all opened, and it only killed one illusion in Alai's second world.
"Sure enough, all the sword immortals of this generation can master the second realm."
Xiao Wanfeng quickly withdrew his gaze, with solemnity and awe on his face. Although he had not seen the ending, he already commented in his heart:
"Beibei, lost again..."
Yes, Beibei lost.
This is not the first time she has lost.
After the debut of Seven Swordsmen, Beibei was defeated in the first battle by Mr. Xu...well, now it should be said that it was Master Shou's sword.
The second battle is to lead the men in white clothes to go to Shenyue Fairy City in the Eastern Region to fight Xiao Kongtong.
It is worth mentioning that Shenyue Immortal City has heard that it is still at war and is fighting with the people of the Holy Temple.
The reason is that on Void Island, the senior brother exposed his cooperative relationship with the Holy Slave. In short, it was still because of Master Shou.
Being too close to Master Shou, Shenyue Immortal City was dragged down.
During the time when Master Shou was away, the Holy Temple was free to go to the Eastern Territory to settle accounts with the Qiu Queen.
It just so happened that the Seven Swordsmen were not in full swing, so they sent Beibei and a group of people in white to rush to Shenyue Immortal City. They were later beaten back home by the senior brother himself.
"I heard that one of his hands was chopped off."
"I surrendered the Emperor's Sword, but the Emperor's Sword ran back on his own. It's so embarrassing."
"I don't know if it's true or not. It seems like her limbs are sound now, but it's not surprising that the spiritual master has the Resurrection Pill..."
Xiao Wanfeng felt a little emotional, and his mind then thought of the swordsman master.
Like Master Shou, Senior Brother Xiao seems to have never participated in the battles of the Seven Sword Immortals, and it seems that he has never lost a single one.
Anyway, he went to Shenyue Immortal City to challenge him. In his busy schedule, he took time to challenge him while defending the city. His opponent would either die or be disabled.
People in the Eastern Region have gone crazy.
…
"boom!"
While he was thinking about it, the battle on the stage was decided.
Sword Immortal Beibei was defeated by Sword Immortal Lai, and his throat was pierced by a sword.
Beibei, who was small and still had some baby fat, stared at him while spitting blood, very unwilling to do so.
But all that was left was reluctance.
The person is probably not dead yet. After all, not everyone is the Eighth Sword Immortal or the Laughing Senior Brother, so they won't be killed easily if they find it troublesome.
But the scene was too bloody, and the subsequent post-war dialogue was not shown, and the second scene was quickly played.
Beibei versus Gu Qinger.
Beibei lost.
"Beibei is so miserable..."
Xiao Wanfeng couldn't bear to look directly at it.
He had seen this game. It was the third game Beibei had lost, but it was a decent loss.
The two sides fought for half a day, Beibei Emperor Jian Tianjie added the wrath of the Red God, but could not withstand the "Infinite Sword" used by Gu Qing's two stunning enchantress Tian Jie plus nine variations of swordsmanship!
Losing with dignity is losing with dignity.
No dignity is left at all.
Sword Formation·Infinite Numbers·Guiyiji Sword, plus Sword Thoughts, plus Tianjie's variant sword moves.
While Beibei was chopped into pieces by countless Guiyiji Swords and Luanjian, the preaching mirror was also chopped into pieces, and the broadcast screen was also dried to pieces.
This is the first time that the world has seen the true strength of the descendants of the Sword Burial Tomb. They have seen how terrifying the combination of the Nine Swordsmanship Sword Formation and the overlapping injuries is. I can only say that it is well-deserved.
After this battle, the unexpected thing was that the entry "Beibei Garbage" rushed to the mainland hot list.
But Gou Wuyue, the previous Taoist Master in white clothes, became famous inexplicably. Everyone discovered that Wuyue Sword Immortal was strong?
Looking back carefully, Gou Wuyue only lost to the Eighth Sword Immortal in the Eighth Palace during his thirty years of reign.
Except for that time, the worst results were draws.
"But losing to the Eighth Sword Immortal, can this be called a loss?"
"Who else can't defeat him? What's more, Gou Wuyue took a sleeveless one before losing. How come his arm was cut off?"
When countless people were fighting against each other, Gu Qing'er couldn't get angry. It was his master Wen Ting who was angry.
Sword Immortal Wen Ting, such a strange phrase...
No matter what they think, everyone remembers very clearly who this person is, and they don't even know what swordsmanship he majors in.
But he can teach such a strong disciple, who is said to be as famous as the Eighth Sword Immortal, how can he be weak?
And Gu Qing Er is like this, what about Gu Qing I, III, and IV?
…
"I heard that Gu Qingyi has finished his seclusion and is going to the southern region today to ask for a fight with Alai. I wonder where the fight will be?"
Xiao Wanfeng's information channels were limited, and he didn't even know whether the information was true or false, but he was just looking forward to it.
It was very noisy inside and outside the stadium.
Xiao Wanfeng leaned on the sword box and waited quietly by the stone wall at the entrance of the alley outside the stage, unmoved.
He came today not mainly to watch the replay, but to watch a small live broadcast on the side.
This game is not big, and we can't go to the main stage of the first viewing platform. There is only a small preaching mirror paying attention to it.
There will definitely not be many people watching.
But inside, there is a swordsman who Xiao Wanfeng has been paying attention to for half a month but rarely takes action, and he has also been on the list recently.
"Xiao Qixiu..."
A very unfamiliar name.
It seems that he was not involved in the ancient sword cultivating circle earlier, and his background is unknown.
What caught Xiao Wanfeng's attention was not his profound knowledge of ancient swordsmanship, but that he was very "alternative".
It can be seen from the various moves that he has some skills in ancient swordsmanship, but he tries his best to draw a clear line from ancient swordsmanship.
No, it’s not about drawing a clear line, it’s about innovating!
His stuff is very new!
Among the nine swordsmanships, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand kendos that are all the same, there are two people who have a somewhat eclectic flavor when it comes to their swords.
Of course, this is Xiao Wanfeng's own opinion, and he cannot guarantee that he is right.
Of those two people, one called Xiao Qixiu and the other called Feng Xiaose.
"It's such a pity that Feng Xiaose is still alive..."
When Xiao Wanfeng thought of the cold wind, he sighed.
This is also an ancient sword cultivator that he is very optimistic about who may become a spiritual sword cultivator.
His shots are shallow every time, but he improves every game. It can be seen that he is tempering himself and trying not to take big steps.
But for some unknown reason, the Moonless Sword Immortal of the previous generation suddenly appeared in the Southern Territory, found the headquarters of Xuyue Gray Palace, and entered.
The two of them started to kill each other!
The results are naturally predictable.
Even if the older generation of swordsmen decline, the new generation will not be able to compete with them. There is a gap of more than thirty years.
What's more, Wuyue Sword Immortal is carrying a Seven Swords Immortal on his left shoulder, and a ten-god throne on his right shoulder, which is where they stand.
Give me a hand and you won't be any worse!
"It's a pity that the missionary mirror was not inserted into the Xuyue Gray Palace..."
When I was thinking about it, someone tapped me on the shoulder.
Xiao Wanfeng trembled subconsciously, turned around quickly, bowed at the waist, lowered his head, and called out very familiarly:
"Boy, I've met my senior!"
The middle-aged man, in his thirties, did not carry a sword and was wearing a star-patterned warlock robe. He should be a member of the Tianji God Sect.
The purpose of his visit is unknown, but there is no fierce look and his face is peaceful. He probably isn't looking for trouble. What he sees in his eyes is...
Oops!
He has his eye on the sword box!
With just a quick glance, the charlatan Xiao Wanfeng basically figured out the ins and outs of the other party, but he could only complain secretly.
He didn't want to carry the sword case either.
But in today's Fengjia City, if you don't carry a sword, it will be difficult for you to move forward.
Half a month ago, Xiao Wanfeng was surrounded by several "ancient sword cultivators" wearing dragon tattoos and cassocks, asking "Why don't you carry a sword?"
There was no need to answer. After those people beat him, they took away all the spiritual crystals he had earned on the first floor of the sky. As a result, Xiao Wanfeng could only eat one meat pie a day.
Sometimes it's so crowded that I can't even eat the meatloaf.
"Are you selling the things in your sword box?"
The middle-aged man wearing a star-patterned warlock robe pointed at the big thing he was protecting behind his back and said hehe, with a very friendly expression.
"It's passed down from our ancestors and will not be sold."
Xiao Wanfeng shook his head in distress: "I should actually get a new sword case. This kind of old wood always makes people misunderstand that what I carry is an antique. The truth is that I don't even have the money to buy the wood."
The middle-aged man pulled out a golden ring from his finger very generously:
"for you."
Xiao Wanfeng backed away in fear while protecting the sword box: "Senior, I am a mortal and cannot open the space ring. If this thing is worn on me, it will cause death."
The middle-aged man smiled and said: "Gold ring."
Xiao Wanfeng became even more panicked: "No, I don't even dare to wear a copper ring. I'm often robbed."
The middle-aged man was silent.
Xiao Wanfeng couldn't figure out his intention, so he hurriedly fumbled around in his arms and took out a red certificate after searching twice:
"I have a 'mortal certificate' and am protected by Fengjia City. You can't do anything random!"
Mortal witness...
A very funny thing.
Before being robbed, Xiao Wanfeng thought so too.
After that time, he changed his more ridiculous Eastern Region thinking, washed dishes for three days in a row, and went through the back door to get the certificate.
With this certificate, thirty-seven disasters were eliminated!
Mortal certificate, a must-have for mortals in the Southern Region!
Very useful!
"You don't have to sell the sword box, but you must sell me the contents inside." Unfortunately, the middle-aged man didn't seem to have seen the mortal certificate.
Xiao Wanfeng's heart sank, the most terrifying thing he expected had come.
Mortal certificate, invalid for the first time?
He lifted the certificate with all his strength, waved it twice in front of the man, and said at the same time: "Young Master Feng Zhongzui is my friend."
When away from home, Xiao Wanfeng rarely changes relationships.
But when it came time to change the relationship, he was never vague.
It’s just that in the Southern Territory and Fengjia City, we must not imitate Master Shou’s relationship. Those who are jealous of him and want to kill him but can’t, so they want to kill the people around him. There are many thieves and they are terrible!
"You're drunk in the wind in the middle realm, aren't you?" The middle-aged man smiled and lowered his head, looking at the young man.
Xiao Wanfeng opened his mouth and said something difficult.
Yes, Feng Zhongzui was in the middle realm with his preaching mirror mother mirror, and he hadn’t broadcast many sword-immortal battles in more than half a month.
He squatted at the foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.
Even the Feng family acquiesced to his actions.
One can imagine what kind of unprecedented battle could be broadcast if Feng Zhongzui really waits for the rabbit to arrive.
Of course, this is for the top management in mainland China.
For Xiao Wanfeng, a lowly member of the lower class, he was in a foreign land and could not save himself, so he had to find another way out.
"Senior, actually I don't have a sword in my sword case."
Xiao Wanfeng sighed and had no choice but to open the sword box. It was indeed empty. It seemed that he was lying. He blushed: "I am also pretending to be an ancient sword cultivator..."
The middle-aged man brought the sword box and observed it carefully. After discovering that there was indeed no hidden compartment, he took a few sniffs.
Xiao Wanfeng's expression remained unchanged, but he was shocked.
"No matter what it contains, sell it to me and I'll charge you a high price," the man said.
"Well……"
Xiao Wanfeng didn't say anything and had to dig out his pocket.
How can a mortal without a space ring hide anything?
"Really not?"
The man in the star-patterned warlock robe was confused, scratched his head, and turned around to leave in a daze.
In fact, he didn't know why he suddenly stepped forward, suddenly became interested in the sword box, and suddenly felt that there was something inside.
Maybe it’s because I suddenly became interested!
Xiao Wanfeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this guy leaving, and didn't even wait for Xiao Qixiu to fight.
It is not appropriate to go out today.
He quickly ducked out of the way, twisting and turning like a loach, and got into the alley.
"Boy, you're done."
A joking laughter appeared in his mind, Xiao Wanfeng froze and let out a long sigh.
Don't mess with me...
Looking up, the alleys are dark and dark, and the places where the walls and roads meet are covered with black and green moss because they have not been exposed to light all year round.
As soon as footsteps were heard from the corner at the end, a person turned around, a middle-aged man wearing a star-patterned robe just now.
"Senior, I am really a mortal, I have no oil or water on me."
Xiao Wanfeng retreated step by step. As he retreated, he raised his mortal certificate and used his blood to activate the formation above and summon the guards from Fengjia City to rush for reinforcements.
The middle-aged man didn't actually chase him, he just appeared in the shadows around the corner, and then just tilted his head and stared at the young man retreating with penetrating eyes.
Suddenly he knelt down on one knee, raised his head and raised his hands high:
"Great God's Art!"
Xiao Wanfeng's pupils were shaking.
In his trembling eyes, a disintegrated body was quickly reflected, as well as a guy coming out of the chest and head, combing his hair with a comb.
The Southern Territory is evil, but it doesn't seem to be that evil.
Is this really an evil spell that the Fengjia City guards can deal with?