Chapter 1315: Breaking the Fourth-Rank Sword and Fighting the Seven Sword Immortals for Fame

"Awake? How do you feel?"

"Not at all... it's so high! The energy inherited by the ancestors is so huge, I almost can't stand up..."

"Tianzu is a member of the void giant clan. Judging from his size, you should also know that his core of power is huge, and he is very popular compared to Hai Neng."

"That's true... But why am I so weak after accepting the inheritance? It's hard to even breathe... Phew!"

"You are in the throne realm, and you have received the ultimate inheritance of the power of the ancestors. The sea of ​​​​qi cannot bear it. In order to protect you, the excess power of the heavenly ancestors automatically overflows and fills every part of your body... In other words "Have you seen the spiritual master before he blew himself up?"

"Well."

"Yes, it's similar to No. 2. At that time, its appearance was the most fragile, but the energy compressed and condensed in its body was also the best in its lifetime."

"No, what I want to say is, can you have a better metaphor? It's not eh..."

"The same goes for you! Now it's equivalent to being in a state of self-destruction all the time. Of course, it looks weak, but the energy inside is too strong, so when you go out and walk later, be careful not to get scratched on your skin, the consequences will be explosive... Well, this is You don’t seem to have anything to worry about.”

"Wait, are you going out for a walk? Now I just want to find a place to digest the power of the Heavenly Ancestor in peace..."

"There is no time. Someone is coming out. You have to go and meet him on my behalf."

"Is this a mission?"

"No, this is a request. Is that okay, Mr. Shou?"

"Well……"

"Zhongyu, Kyoto, Changle Street, Yougui Pavilion, look for someone named 'Aunt Xiang'."

"Wait, I haven't agreed yet..."

"If you complete this task, I will send you a person on the first floor of the sky."

"Mission? You said we would discuss it later!"

"Isn't it true that we are discussing now? Don't you have a shortage of people on the first floor of the sky?"

"I want Li Fugui."

"who?"

"Southern Territory, Banyueju, Huacao Pavilion, an intelligence officer."

"I don't know him, but he's a bonus. That's sincerity enough. The one I'm talking about is a peerless genius."

"Peerless genius? Do you still have the word 'peerless genius' in your eyes? Are you fooling me...who?"

"You have to invite this person yourself."

"I quit! Who said it was a gift just now?"

"Please move, he will be your sharpest sword on the first floor of the sky, and also your thickest shield in the future, thicker than the Broken Jun Shield."

"..."

"If Dao Qiongcang wants to kill you, you have to give him three points of thin noodles."

"You...haha, Master Ba, please tell me in detail. Let's have a good talk about this cooperation."

"You don't have to ask any more questions. Find Aunt Xiang first, and then ask him after the matter is done. If you dare to mess up, I will make trouble for you, and he will become the sharpest sword in the world of Taoism against you."

"Are you sick?!"

"Better than you."

"Aunt Xiang...who?"

"Don't ask, you'll know when you get there."

"Then let me prepare. Why does this title sound familiar to me? Where have I heard it before?"

"There's no need to prepare. Let's set off immediately. It's time to meet tomorrow. You'll just wake up in time."

"You are really sick! I look like this now..."

"Just right."

…

Xu Xiaoshou now has serious doubts. After he woke up on Void Island, Bazun knew that this dirty man had used the guidance of the Holy Emperor.

Just like when he entered the city, he used the guiding power of the Holy Emperor's dragon scale to make everyone ignore the cinnamon carriage.

The Eight Masters made him "forget" everything about Aunt Xiang.

Otherwise, with the powerful memory of "perception", whenever you hear it, you can always remember something when you think about it, right?

Waiting quietly in the elegant seat, thinking hard, achieving nothing.

Xu Xiaoshou simply stopped thinking about it and focused on the strange looks and whispers from the people around him.

"Where did Xu Gusheng come from? He must have something serious to do, so he spent a lot of money to see Aunt Xiang."

"Shit! I don't think he's asking for an audience, he's just a sperm in the brain... Look at his expression just now, it's clear that he really wants to 'spot' Aunt Xiang. Is this because a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, or he has eaten the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard..."

"Huh, I guess he's another idiot with a lot of money. I guess he was tricked by some bad friends and doesn't know Aunt Xiang's identity."

"Tsk, tsk, that's ten seats!"

Ten seats?

Xu Xiaoshou held the wine cup, his hand shook, and the indifferent and subtle smile he had learned on his face suddenly froze.

With a bang, a thunderbolt flashed through my mind, and the dust-laden memories were unlocked.

"Aunt Xiang, Xiang Yaoyao..."

"The person I hated to kill, the old pendant, was captured by Shen Yi and brought back his soul from the gate of hell..."

With a click, the wine cup was placed on the table, and Xu Xiaoshou quickly shook the paper fan. He felt that the wine was a bit too strong, and his whole body felt hot at the moment.

The eight acquaintances of Dog Day...

If you tell me you will die, why do you want to do something? If I had known, I would have kept a low profile...

Looking for Aunt Xiang, what about God?

Why are you looking for her? She has connections with the Saint Slaves, or is even a member of the Saint Slaves?

Bazunzhen only said to find this person, but did not mention the content of the mission. Xu Xiaoshou could already think of a lot at this moment.

Aunt Xiang, Shen Yi, Ru Ruo are also Saint slaves, even if they only have contact and friendship...

At this point in time, one month after beheading Rao, everything has fermented. The Holy Temple will definitely keep an eye on it, right?

"I have always acted openly. Bazun knew what he would have thought of, but he didn't remind me. This shows that there shouldn't be much problem with my move, and he even expected it..."

This confirmed from the side that, at least in the eyes of outsiders, Aunt Xiang and Sheng Nu had nothing to do with each other.

Xu Xiaoshou knew that Bazunzhen must have a close relationship with Shenyi.

And if he wants to meet Aunt Xiang, then Aunt Xiang must have a lot to do with Saint Slave's inability to escape.

"This is interesting..."

With his thoughts at this point, Xu Xiaoshou calmed down and raised the corners of his lips.

He didn't know how Dao Qiongcang viewed this special relationship, but even if outsiders couldn't see it, how could the old Taoist guy not see it through?

He is also one of the Ten Lords, so he should know about the friendship between the Eight Lords and the Gods.

Being able to see through, yet ignore... Xu Xiaoshou couldn't find any other answer after much thought, and suddenly became curious about how strong Shen Yi was and how powerful he was.

"Could it be that as long as the sign 'The gate of hell is closed, the gods are called gods' is up, the Holy Temple will not even dare to stare at Aunt Xiang?"

"This is a bit outrageous, as if his mother opened the door for outrageous..."

Not to mention, Aunt Xiang’s airs are really big!

After Xu Xiaoshou spent a lot of money, he didn't go upstairs.

After drinking three glasses of wine, he quietly watched more than a dozen beauties vying for favor in front of the table, taking turns squeezing towards him. Even Yingyingqueer came from outside the door and drank seven or eight times.

This experience is very wonderful...

Xu Xiaoshou was sitting calmly in his arms, but the shopkeeper's Aunt Xiang hadn't even smelled it yet!

There are many people coming and going in Yougui Pavilion, and there is a lot of gossip.

While everyone was chatting, they started talking about the sick young master and other things.

Not long after, there was a loud noise in the right courtyard, attracting the attention of many people.

"Seven Swordsmen!"

"Have you heard that a new generation of Seven Swordsmen has just been released!"

This topic suddenly caused a stir in the entire Yougui Pavilion.

Everyone swarmed away, and even the beauties at Mr. Feng's table frequently glanced sideways.

no way……

Seven Swordsmen, this title is too big!

Rao Yaoyao, Hua Changdeng, Gou Wuyue... which one is not the best among people?

Even the Eight Masters, who were not one of the Seven Sword Immortals, were known to the people of the Central Region as the "Eighth Sword Immortal".

"Mr. Zhou, your news is really reliable. Is the Seven Swordsmen really re-ranked?"

"Of course Wuxu! Don't think about it. On Void Island, Mr. Jiren was canonized, Fairy Rao was canonized... they have all become saints. How many immortals are left among the Seven Sword Immortals? Is this not allowed to be changed?"

"Wuyue Sword Immortal, there is also the missing Yu Tu, Hua Sword Immortal..."

"Tsk, tsk, brother, your information is too outdated. I heard that almost all of the Seven Sword Immortals have been canonized, and Fairy Rao is the latest one."

"Ah, Moonless Sword Immortal..."

"Haha, the secret must not be leaked. I don't want to bring trouble to the clan. Anyway, a new era has arrived...Guess who are the new Seven Sword Immortals?"

Everyone who sells this product is itchy.

Now everyone just wants to see the list in Master Zhou's hand as soon as possible. They are all impatient, but they can only bear it.

"I once heard that above Yunlun in the Eastern Region, the Saint Slave was killed by my sword to kill monsters and demons. He must have a place in the new Seven Sword Immortals!"

"Shit! Xu Xiaoshou is nothing! Haven't you heard that he borrowed external power? Everyone has seen it. If they really want to kill him, he can't even block my sword! I am also a swordsman!"

"I guess Senior Brother Shenyue Xiancheng, the leader of the new generation of ancient sword cultivators in the Eastern Region, this one is right..."

"Shit! Are you talking about that Xiao Kongtong? Shenyue Immortal City is in dire straits right now, and I don't even know when it will be gone. It's good that Xiao Kongtong can survive tomorrow, but can he become the Seven Swordsman? "

"The three brothers of the Gu family who are buried in the Sword Tomb must take three seats..."

"Hahaha, the three brothers of the Gu family? Is it Gu Qingyi who has always held a famous sword and has no achievements, all because of his bragging? Give me that sword and I can do it!"

"Hey, have you heard about the new leader of the foreign department? He seems to be an ancient sword cultivator..."

"Xi? I'm just a person who is engaged in intelligence, and people spread the news. Do you still take it seriously?"

"Brother, you are too crazy! I advise you to restrain yourself. There seems to be a brother who was buried in the Sword Tomb here..."

"who?"

"I!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't stand it.

He just wanted to hear a list of the Seven Sword Immortals. Who is this? This is the one who is howling and barking here!

"Who are you?" The arrogant man was wearing a sword robe and carrying a black sword on his back. He looked askance at him, full of arrogance.

Grandmaster... Xu Xiaoshou's eyesight went dark, he was too lazy to speak, and threw away the paper fan.

"Is this Xu Gusheng?"

The man in white clothes and black sword read in a low voice and laughed loudly: "Where did you come from, Xu Gusheng, I have never heard of it!"

Mr. Zhou took a step back holding the list in his hand.

Everyone on the side moved in the same way, and each of them stopped talking. They gave up space one by one and showed expressions of watching the show.

On the contrary, some of the beauties at Young Master Bing's table just now frowned slightly, as if they wanted to step forward, but were held back by the sisters next to them.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't notice, he shook his paper fan and said with a half-smile, "Then, may I ask your surname?"

"Feng! Xiao!"

The man in white clothes and black sword proudly raised his chest, and his whole sword spirit erupted in anger, making the tables and chairs of Yougui Pavilion tremble wildly in shock.

The surrounding area became quiet for a moment.

"Throne of Kendo..."

The master's spiritual energy fluctuated, and no one present paid attention.

But the appearance of the throne sword intent meant that this person was also an ancient sword cultivator.

And to have such achievements at the age of about 30, Feng Xiao is naturally gifted. He is indeed capable.

Xu Xiaoshou also showed surprise in his eyes.

What's going on...

I thought he was a joker, but he is really good at it?

The sword throne, I didn't even notice it just now. This guy is using the sword hiding technique, and he hides it in a very decent way?

"Feng Xiao?" Xu Xiaoshou shook his fan and looked at this person up and down, as if he was getting to know him again, "I will remember you."

"Heh!" Feng Xiao sneered, not even looking at the sick young man in front of him, but looking around, "The new seven sword immortals, even I can't be selected. One day I will challenge them one by one and scare the Feng family!"

How brave!

These words, combined with the throne sword intent, stunned everyone around.

Indeed, the sword throne is qualified to challenge the title of the seven sword immortals. Could it be that Feng Xiao is hiding something else?

Xu Xiaoshou smiled.

He recognized the strength of this man as the King of Swordsmanship.

But it didn't mean that he could see any shadow of the Seven Swordsmen in this guy.

He looked left and right, and finally found the root of Feng Xiao's weirdness.

It was clear that there was a sense of distorted imitation everywhere... Xu Xiaoshou put the paper fan against his chin and said thoughtfully: "Are you imitating Ba Zun An?"

"Uh." Feng Xiao's temper stagnated, and he turned his head, looking like someone had a choke on his throat.

"Puff..." Xu Xiaoshou suddenly burst out laughing. After realizing that this was a bit rude, he covered his face with a paper fan, "Sorry..."

I can't hold it back!

Ba Zun An is crazy, but not this kind of crazy!

Is this guy here to embarrass me?

Does he know Ba Zun An... No, it should be said that has he studied Ba Zun An?

What Xu Xiaoshou never expected was that his ruthless laughter angered someone serious.

"Keng!"

Feng Xiao held the sword on his back and slowly pulled it out at a very slow speed: "Mr. Xu, what are you laughing at?"

Xu Xiaoshou suddenly restrained his expression.

He was so relaxed that it seemed as if his smile just now was fake.

After putting down the paper fan, he also withdrew his eyes from the fourth-grade spiritual sword and said indifferently:

"I laughed at you for being serious."

"You are laughing at an ancient sword cultivator!" Feng Xiao's eyes were wide open, and the tip of the sword was tilted, and a black line was torn in the space, so sharp!

This fourth-grade spiritual sword faced the sick young master.

When the sword was drawn, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly understood something.

Why did the Eight Venerables have that famous saying...

Why did he never show mercy when facing challengers and kill them all...

"I advise you to put down the sword."

"Hahaha, what if I don't put it down?"

"Beat him."

As soon as the voice fell, the void was windy.

The onlookers didn't even see who made the move, and the black sword fell to the ground with a bang.

Feng Xiao's chest was concave, and he smashed through the private room on the second floor of Yougui Pavilion, broke the skylight, and flew out.

"Bang!"

But in an instant, he was hit by a heavy punch from the sky, hammered back into Yougui Pavilion, and fell heavily at the feet of the sick young master.

He opened his mouth and a puff sounded.

It was hard to tell whether it was a pig-headed woman, and there were blood and teeth all over the ground.

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped.

The throne of kendo, lying down?

This sick young master hasn't even made a move yet, but his bodyguard has made a move? Invisible man?

"Twilight..."

Lying on the ground with broken ribs, Feng Xiao didn't know that the battle ended so quickly.

He reached out with trembling hands, trying to reach the sword.

With a snap, the sick young master's foot stepped on his hand, and the sword was close, but he couldn't reach it.

Feng Xiao tried his best to look up, and above him was the pale and sick face leaning over.

"You can't even beat my guards, and you want to challenge the Seven Sword Immortals?"

"You..."

"The path of ancient sword cultivation has long been worn out by others!"

"Bullshit!"

"What sword cultivation are you doing? It's broken!"

With a click, no one was seen, and Feng Xiao's sword was broken in half. Everyone in Yougui Pavilion was dumbfounded.

Broken sword is like broken dreams!

"No——"

Feng Xiao, lying on the ground, let out a mournful howl.

Xu Xiaoshou finally understood what the Eight Masters were thinking when they were in the Ling Palace.

If he could see a little hope, he would be willing to keep this person to continue to develop;

If he couldn't see any hope, if he didn't break his sword today, he would lose his life tomorrow.

But this kind of person, maybe he will die sooner or later?

"Send him away."

Xu Xiaoshou waved his paper fan and covered his face, not wanting to see more.

With a bang, Feng Xiao's chest dented again, leaving blood all over the ground, and his body was kicked out of Yougui Pavilion to the outside world.

Oh, I'm your bodyguard, this feeling is really wonderful...

"Awe, passive value, +858."

"Infatuated, passive value, +323."

Turning his head to look at that Mr. Zhou, Xu Xiaoshou ignored the message bar jumping and said with a smile: "New Seven Sword Immortals, can you read it to me?"

Mr. Zhou, who looked very handsome, but was like a small witch compared to a certain sick young man, swallowed his saliva, raised the note in his hand with difficulty, and said in a trembling voice:

"The Feng family in the South Region has tentatively decided to be the new generation of Seven Sword Immortals. They should uphold the concept of ancient sword cultivation: march forward, fight for fame, become sword immortals if they succeed, and rotate if they fail."

"The list is as follows..."

"The two old men smiled, and the willows supported the jade, and the flowers came to the north sky to welcome the Lord."