"Don't tell me what you heard... Even if I said it, it's like talking in my sleep..." Mr. Wei smiled bitterly and said, "But this... is the biggest secret of Jiuzhongtian Continent!"
"The root of everything lies in... the Nine Tribulations Sword!"
"Doesn't this mean that... all the secrets are in the Nine Tribulations Sword?" Chu Yang asked with a frown. At this moment, what he was thinking was: Damn it, it's just a sword, why did it become so...
complex?
"Yes, the Nine Tribulations Sword; it's a pity that you are not the master of the Nine Tribulations Sword! Moreover, this generation of the Nine Tribulations Sword... has already been born. The birth of the Nine Tribulations Sword means that a person who can accomplish all this has been found. You have no chance.
Yes!" Mr. Wei obviously misunderstood his meaning, and said slowly with a kind of ridicule and helplessness.
"No chance..." Chu Yang raised his head and said in despair, "It's a pity."
"It's a pity." Mr. Wei sighed longly; his words of pity were genuine, and it made Chu Yang even more aware of the crisis in his Dantian.
If someone knew that the Nine Tribulations Sword was in his Dantian... Chu Yang would bet that even if his improvement speed was a hundred times faster, even if he had a hundred lives... he would definitely be dead in a very short time.
In time, he died miserably!
Mr. Wei was stunned for a while, and then finally said: "This... is the Nine Heavens Continent."
As he said these words, Mr. Wei moved his fingers slightly, and then Chu Yang discovered that the tea-scented air that had been stagnant in the air suddenly resumed its flow and slowly floated out...
Does this mean the conversation is over?
The sound of water and noise outside suddenly appeared at this moment. It turned out that Mr. Wei's blockade just now completely sealed the entire space in Jiangsu and Zhejiang.
Those outside can't hear what's inside, and those inside can't hear what's going on outside. What a magical power this is...
Chu Yang's heart moved and he said: "May I ask Mr. Wei about the level of warriors in this continent..."
"The warrior levels...are the ones you see..." Mr. Wei lowered his head, smiled softly, and said: "But...the really exciting place is not here..."
The truly wonderful place is not here? Does it mean that it is not the next three days? Or is it not the Jiuchongtian Continent?
"Oh? Then this truly wonderful place...Have Mr. Wei been to it?" Chu Yang asked meaningfully.
"It's indeed fun." Mr. Wei lowered his eyes and said solemnly: "It's full of life and death... but also full of opportunities..."
Chu Yang pondered, and suddenly smiled in his heart, thinking, judging from what Mr. Wei said, the real highlight he mentioned should be the last three days.
"I have prepared your identity for you." Mr. Wei picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Suddenly his eyes sharpened and he stretched out his hand to grab the tea scent mist floating in the air. He grabbed it with one hand, like
I squeezed it like a ball of mud until it formed a small ball, and then flicked it three times with my fingers.
From the small ball, three streaks of milky white mist flew out, pierced through the cabin with a whooshing sound, and flew out!
Poof, there were three sounds of falling into the water outside.
The ups and downs of the current caused the small boat to bump up and down on the water...
"In this world, there are always too many... people who overestimate their abilities..." Mr. Wei grinned at Chu Yang and said in a low voice: "... ants!"
Then he stood up and said with a smile: "It annoys me so much." At this moment, his smile was suddenly filled with a helpless and murderous air, and his white teeth bit his lower lip gently;
The white light is like a shark devouring food in the sea...
Then there was an angry shout from outside: "Who is in the boat? He stabbed people in the back without saying hello. How can he be considered a hero!"
"These people should be here to find you. The trouble you caused by riding a fish just now..." Mr. Wei ignored the calls outside and smiled at Chu Yang: "Are you coming or am I coming?"
"I wanted to come, but you have already stood up." Chu Yang smiled slyly: "I won't win anyone's love."
Mr. Wei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Cunning!"
Then he stood up with his hands behind his hands and walked out calmly. The cabin was still closed on all sides, but Master Wei was suddenly no longer in the cabin.
Chu Yang looked at his seat with a flash of light in his eyes, and finally stood up, opened the boat curtain, and walked out.
He grabs the air and solidifies it, and with a flick of his finger, he defeats the enemy; from beginning to end, with an understatement and without the slightest hint of fireworks, Mr. Wei's kung fu, although he has only shown the tip of the iceberg, is already as good as anyone he has seen in Chu Yang.
Among them, it ranks first! Well deserved!
When I came out and took a look, I realized that the small boat had been surrounded at some point.
There were five or six boats parked in front, back and left, with people standing on the bows. On the water, three blue-clothed corpses were floating quietly on the water, which must have been the result of Mr. Wei's three finger snaps just now.
On the boat directly opposite, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character face was full of anger. He looked at Mr. Wei and Chu Yang who had just come out with sharp eyes!
Chu Yang looked at these ships and immediately recognized them: these were the ships belonging to Xiao Jue. They must have come to take revenge on him for messing up Xiao Jue's plan to seize the lead.
"What's the purpose of blocking my ship?" Mr. Wei stood on the bow of the ship with his hands behind his hands, his green clothes fluttering, his expression full of indescribable ethereal arrogance.
"May I ask this young master, who did these three people...?" The middle-aged man was unknowingly frightened by his momentum. Although his tone was tough, he unknowingly changed it to an inquiry.
tone.
"It's me..." Mr. Wei didn't even look at him. His eyes seemed to be full of affection. He looked at the gentle green water undulating freely under the boat. He sighed and said guiltily: "I'm sorry..."
"Since the young master apologizes... then..."
"I'm sorry... It's really my fault that these three ugly corpses fell into such clear and pure water as yours..." Mr. Wei said apologetically: "To express my apology, I will clean this place up."
of."
The middle-aged man on the opposite boat suddenly turned purple with anger and was speechless.
It turns out that Mr. Wei's apology was actually addressed to Shui Shui, not to other people... This made the middle-aged man who had expressed his wrong feelings suddenly furious!
You killed three of my people, and you blame the bodies for polluting the water? Is there anyone in the world who is so unreasonable?
"Young master, is he a master of flute?" The middle-aged man held back his anger and gritted his teeth. His temples were beating wildly.
"Are you from Xiao Jue?" Mr. Wei then raised his head, glanced sideways, looked at him with clear and black and white eyes, and asked softly. The pure eyes seemed to be those of a man who had been living in the Golden Palace and Jade Palace for a long time and didn't know the sorrows of the world.
A rich young man with a taste.
But when the middle-aged man looked at him with his eyes, he suddenly felt a chill rise in his heart.
"That's right! Just now, this young master was trying to please others by grandstanding, pulling the boat with a big fish, and ruining my master's appearance. I want to ask you what the purpose of this matter is?" The middle-aged man with a Chinese character looked at Chu Yang with majestic eyes: "Your Excellency
If you do this, you need to give us an explanation."
He intuitively felt that the young master in front of him was someone not to be trifled with; after admitting his identity, he immediately changed his target and opened fire on Chu Yang.
And at the same time, Mr. Wei explained: We are looking for him, not you. If you are busy... just do what you should do...
This is actually showing weakness and begging for mercy.
"Explanation? What explanation?" Before Chu Yang could speak, Mr. Wei rolled his eyelids and asked calmly.
"In the gathering of the three unique skills, each one can show off his or her own abilities; this is the usual practice..." the middle-aged man said.
"Routine? What routine?" Mr. Wei frowned and asked solemnly.
"Young Master, even if you have great martial arts skills... you can't beat four hands with two fists. You must know that in this world, there are its own rules." The middle-aged man shouted with some sternness.
He didn't even know who the young man in front of him was, but he was already afraid in his heart.
"Two fists can't beat four hands?" Mr. Wei said "Oh", slowly raised his hand and pointed at a ship on the left, saying: "Are you referring to these people?"
His voice was very soft, even gentle. But after he finished speaking, the ship he was pointing at suddenly burst into pieces, and the entire ship shattered into pieces!
Seven or eight people on the boat flew into the air at the same time and disintegrated in the air. When they fell, they were already a piece of stumps and pieces of flesh.
There was no scream, no energy to break through the air, just a casual finger like this, and a ship was shattered, and seven or eight people were shattered.
This is simply magic!
On the water, there were floating ship fragments, the largest of which was no bigger than the palm of your hand. An unspeakable smell of blood spread on the lake.
Mr. Wei turned his face and said sadly: "It's all my fault...it polluted a piece of water again..." Then he turned his face, looked at the middle-aged man opposite him with pure eyes, and smiled kindly.
, said: "Is there anything else?"
Then he raised his hand, looked at the middle-aged man questioningly, but pointed his finger at another ship, and asked: "Or..."
Before he could say anything, there was a burst of exclamations and the sound of falling into the water. The seven or eight people on the boat he was about to point to had already jumped into the water and swam desperately in all directions...
The middle-aged man opposite had his eyes straightened and his whole body was trembling. His upper and lower teeth were fighting fiercely with each other. His legs were like playing a pipa and he was about to kneel down.
"Do you still want to give an explanation?" Mr. Wei looked at him warmly and said interestingly: "I can give you an explanation. Believe me, it will be possible."
"No...no...don't want it..." The majestic demeanor of the middle-aged man with a Chinese-character face suddenly flew out of the sky. He waved his hands repeatedly and stuttered violently in desperation.
"No?" Mr. Wei looked like he had a headache and said, "Then do you want it or not? It sounds very hard for me to talk like this, you know..."
"No, no, no, no... don't explain..." The middle-aged man was almost frightened to tears by him, and his voice changed as he shouted desperately.
"Well, be good; remember from now on, not just anyone can ask for the Dharma, do you understand?" Mr. Wei smiled kindly and said, "Also, go back and tell your master if he still wants to keep a small mouth.
When you play the flute...just be honest with me? Huh?"