Chapter 1487: Wealth and Happiness Should Be Accepted by Scholars, the Battle of Sword Immortals Spreads Throughout the World

The spiritual refiner in Jade Capital City saw a glimmer of light in despair.

But when they saw that the dawn was a little girl, their eyes dimmed again.

"What? Why didn't the half-saint go out to fight and instead asked a little girl to come up?"

"Has the master of Xuanji Palace been brutally killed? Did he deploy troops and generals to do this?"

Naturally, some people quickly recognized Beibei’s identity:

"Brother, that's the Seven Swords Fairy, the Taoist Master in white. Her name is Beibei!"

"Beibei? Sword Immortal? Then let me ask you, is Xu Xiaoshou a Sword Immortal?"

"Uh, yes..."

"Xu Xiaoshou is also a spiritual refiner, mastering the secrets of life, Beibei? Sword Immortal?"

"Well……"

"Xu Xiaoshou is also a Tianji Warlock. He can control the Xuanji Formation and instantly kill the master of Xuanji Hall. Beibei? Sword Immortal?"

"..."

"Xu Xiaoshou is still..."

"That's enough, how can you increase the ambition of others and destroy your own prestige!"

"Brother, you can't deceive yourself or others and be blindly arrogant. He is Xu Xiaoshou, Master Shou!"

"...That's true."

The dawn of Jade Capital City was not ushered in after all.

Everyone seemed to know the outcome in advance. The majestic Northern Sword Immortal was like a small soldier who was brought up as cannon fodder before the battle!

Such a desperate situation can be seen clearly when you are high in the sky.

Even though Beibei had a good nature, he felt resentful at the mournful atmosphere in Yujing City.

Failure is not terrible.

The Taoist Palace Master also admitted that he was defeated in the battle on Void Island!

But after working hard, he was still able to make plans from the Four Symbols Secret Realm, cleverly borrowing the power of the Holy Emperor, and drove the pigs into the pen step by step. In the end, he almost caught the arrogant Xu Xiaoshou on Qingyuan Mountain.

If it weren't for Xuan...

Alas, forget it.

Just don’t mention it.

What's terrible is that my spirit has been shattered!

Isn't the current situation in Yujing City a sign that everyone can't see the future and that all their hearts have been defeated by Xu Xiaoshou's sword?

United as one!

What's the matter with being so decadent?

Beibei held the Emperor's Sword sideways, his sleeves fluttering, and stared at Xu Xiaoshou. His momentum was building up little by little, and finally he opened his red lips:

"I am..."

"You are the Taoist Master in White, and you are also the Immortal of the Seven Swords. Why are you not qualified to challenge me?" Xu Xiaoshou interrupted with a flick of his sleeves and spoke for the other party.

ah! hateful……

Beibei's momentum faltered. It was already uncomfortable to be robbed of his words, but when his lips moved again, he heard Xu Xiaoshou saying again:

"Listen! You even used the word 'qualification' in front of me."

"It doesn't matter whether we fight or not. From this beginning, you have placed your position below mine. How can you defeat me?"

Bei Bei nearly suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and scolded: "You are talking to yourself! What you mean by 'qualification' or not is all your own words. I never said it!"

"Okay, let's ignore the 'qualifications' first and discuss other things..." Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Emperor Sword in the distance, grabbed his hand in the void, took four swords, and said loudly:

"You have the Emperor Sword, and I have the Ferocious Sword. They are both the five great artifacts of Chaos."

"You are the Seven Swords Immortal, and I am also the Seven Swords Immortal. Well, let's just say your ranking is still ahead of mine."

"But apart from these, you have the breeze on your sleeves and a barren body; to me, the fierce sword and the swordsman are all extra names..."

After a pause, Xu Xiaoshou's pupils stood up, and his voice was like thunder, and he shouted:

"My status is above yours!"

"What are you going to do to win me, your passion and self-impression?"

Beibei gasped and two streams of air came out of his nostrils, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he just opened his mouth...

Xu Xiaoshou interrupted in a cold voice at the right time: "Even if I give you a hand, you can't beat me."

"Xu Xiaoshou!" Beibei shouted with his eyes closed, his little face wrinkled.

"exist."

“Can you let someone say a word?!”

"Okay, you say."

There was sudden silence everywhere.

Everyone's eyes fell on the furious Beibei, including those in Yujing City...it could be said that everyone was paying attention.

Eh?

Beibei's brain suddenly short-circuited.

explain?

Yeah, say something?

What did I just want to say?

——The words that were ready to set off the appearance, show off the power of the sword, and reverse the decline of Yujing City, were all forgotten after this interruption!

After one breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Beibei finally remembered something, but Xu Xiaoshou couldn't wait any longer and frowned:

"I asked you to say it, why didn't you say it again? Is it because you are born not to talk?"

"That being the case, why are you so brazen and asking me to give you time to speak?"

"I thought you had such eloquent opinions that you would never stop talking without surprising me, or that you were going to be like that Eighth Sword Immortal and recite a song before going into battle..."

"Ah, shut up!" Beibei almost spit out a mouthful of blood, swung his sword and interrupted the spell.

She didn't dare to delay any longer, so she chose to go straight to the point and took out the bronze letter of challenge from her arms.

"I came here this time because..."

"That's right!" High in the air, Xu Xiaoshou suddenly slapped his thigh, completely ignoring the other person's intention, turned to look at Mr. Siren and said:

"Beibei, you are a junior."

"Mr. Siren is right here. You haven't even performed the birthday ceremony yet, yet you come up here and embarrass yourself. How dare you ignore me?"

"Oh, now that you've become the new Seven Sword Immortals, you won't pay attention to any of the old Seven Sword Immortals, right? You're such a bastard!"

Beibei grabbed the letter of challenge, his pupils suddenly lost focus, and he couldn't say anything for a long time, as if his language function was disordered.

Her mood at the moment was like a cow eating grass and eating the toughest part of the root. Just as she was about to tear it off and swallow it, she realized that it was covered in another piece of dog shit!

I couldn't move my mouth when I thought about it, so I wanted to turn around and leave. But I also felt that I had already eaten half of the food and had been holding back the taste for a long time, so I was quite unwilling to leave just like that.

But that stinky shit is stuck in front of your mouth, and you're in a dilemma, which can make you go crazy with manic depression!

"ah--"

Beibei really wanted to shout in front of everyone and let out his panicked emotions.

no!

She is the ruler in white clothes, so she has to take care of herself.

If Xu Xiaoshou was given a few words to push her to an emotional breakdown, even her predecessor, Wuyue Sword Immortal, would be disgraced if word spread!

Bei Bei looked at the Mei Si people with dull eyes. He held his fists respectfully like the string puppet and made a stiff ancient sword salute:

"Beibei, I have met Mr. Si Ren..."

Everyone in Meisi felt distressed on their faces.

Just from Xu Xiaoshou's point of view, listening to him blocking other people's words, one can imagine how uncomfortable this little girl Beibei must be.

Regardless of their stance, the people of Meisi also attach great importance to every descendant of the ancient sword cultivator.

What's more, he is a very empathic person, so he can better experience Beibei's embarrassment.

"Hold it tight!"

Mei Siren glared at Xu Xiaoshou with a slightly harsh look, then looked back at the little girl and said helplessly: "We have different positions, so there is no need to be polite. You can talk about yourselves."

Only then did Beibei turn his head slowly and look back at Xu Xiaoshou, "Are you satisfied?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dumb little girl and suddenly became interested. He raised his voice and said:

"Oh? Are you doing the sword salute just to deal with me?"

"What does this have to do with me? Don't you want to pay your respects to Mr. Siren?"

"Me!" Beibei was depressed. At this moment, his eyes looked like they could kill someone. He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course!"

"What?" Xu Xiaoshou held his face again and said in surprise:

"Do you really want to pay respects to me, Mr. Siren, from the bottom of your heart? He has already said that he is hostile!"

"Beibei, you are the white-clad leader of the Holy Temple. In broad daylight, you don't even have to pretend, and you dare to collude with me, the teacher who is the leader of the dark forces. You deserve to be punished!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked around.

He mainly glanced at the saints in the Holy Temple, and finally pointed at the little girl Beibei very impolitely and said "sentence":

"If I were Dao Xuanji, she would at least have to break two arms!"

Silence everywhere.

Killing can only be done with a nod of the head.

Xu Xiaoshou never only kills people, he also wants to kill people's hearts.

His last sentence contained even more insinuations for countless people in the Holy Temple!

Mr. Zhong and Fang Wenxin's faces turned pale.

The people in Yujing City below looked at the trembling and crumbling Beibei, feeling their hearts trembling, and began to whisper:

"Master Shou's mouth..."

"Anyway, if I were Beibei, I would die without a fight now."

"No? Brothers, why can't I understand? Why did Bei Jianxian suddenly stop talking? What are you talking about?"

"Ah, don't you understand this... With your kid's IQ, you can't even keep up with the hot shit!"

Li Fugui was mixed in the crowd, almost clapping his hands and screaming. He turned his head when he heard the sound, pinched his fingers and explained to everyone around him one by one:

"Listen up! What Master Shou means by 'breaking two arms' is..."

"The Judgment Department's punishments are excessive, the Master of the Dao Palace sits on the sidelines, the ten-member council does nothing, the Master of the Xuanji Palace is tyrannical and ignorant, and loves to talk nonsense, and Wuyue Sword Immortal has both merit and hard work. The dismal ending of being beaten down in the end!”

"If you think about it further..."

"Wuyue Sword Immortal took down the Holy Slave's second-in-command, Wu Xiu, but had one of his arms cut off; Rao Yaoyao died for the Holy Temple, and after his death, he was condemned and criticized at the inauguration ceremony of the Master of Xuanji Hall. ;We won’t talk about the first seat of the six divisions, let’s just look at the Dao Palace Master..."

"Didn't the Dao Palace Master, who had worked diligently for more than thirty years, have his arms broken in the end? The foundation of the Holy Mountain was taken away, and the position of Palace Master was robbed - they were all stabbed in the back!"

"What does shouye mean?"

"What Master Shou means is that you can draw lessons from the past and learn from others - if you don't see the Holy Temple, now the three saints are scrupulous about taking action and don't dare to fight to the death. You are the only one who has great ability, the Northern Sword Immortal? Strong cultivation? Deep realm? Brain. The most brilliant one, dare to draw your sword against our master?"

"fart!"

"Even if she, Bei Sword Immortal, finally defeats Shou Ye for the first time, what is waiting for her? Is it a reward? Is it a carry?"

Li Fugui's face turned red as he spoke, and his saliva flew everywhere. He flicked his sleeves and robe and said impassionedly:

"No! It's two broken arms!"

"If you can't even take down Mr. Ye Bansheng and Mr. Siren, let's take a Shou Ye who is in the Throne Realm. It's easy to break both arms. It's possible for her to have her head cut off!"

This profound insight shocked everyone around and made them feel numb.

"Brother, what's your surname? You are... too strong! You understand so well! I'm willing to give you the upper hand, little brother."

"Wow, if I had your brain and understanding, brother, why would I worry that Grandmaster can't understand the Tao and break through the 'Yin and Yang Realm'?"

A crowd of people gathered around, almost lifting those among them to the altar. Li Fugui smiled and stroked his fake beard:

"My surname is Zhu."

He also said meaningfully:

"Tao can be broken, but human relationships are hard to break; one can die, but one's reputation cannot... It all depends on how the North Sword Immortal chooses."

"Master Shou said something very well. The old people here have all learned it. Only the Northern Sword Immortal is too young and has not yet understood it."

"What did you say?" Everyone's appetite was whetted.

Li Fugui chuckled, looked at the void, and showed a charlatan-like temperament. He sighed: "It's rare to be confused."

It's rare to be confused?

Now everyone frowned and lowered their heads, savoring it, as if they had realized something, "Brother, you have a good opinion. Your words... are amazing!"

"It's not me who is amazing, it's Master Shou who is amazing."

Li Fugui laughed and said: "There are sword cultivators in the East Region who study the 'One Sword and One Song' of Ba Zun'an, but I am not. I have been a Shou scholar for a year and a half, specializing in studying Master Shou's remarks. It's normal that you can't keep up with my progress."

At this time, a holy sound exploded from the nine heavens, coming from Fang Wenxin, and the murderous aura was so awe-inspiring:

"Who is talking nonsense down there?!"

With a snap, the shoes flew up in everyone's faces, and Li Fugui had already disappeared.

...

Don't say it.

Jokes are jokes.

When the whispers in Yujing City gradually faded, Beibei was affected.

The understanding of that "shou scholar" was certainly exaggerated, but his insights were undoubtedly unique and to the point!

Beibei touched the letter of request in her hand, hesitating...

Victory is not to be discussed.

If she loses, Xu Xiaoshou's words will sound like a joke. Can she really save her hands?

From the side, Lei Xier looked at the scene silently.

During the Mu Zixi period, she had seen Xu Xiaoshou kill people with his lip sparring and swordsmanship countless times, so her mood was difficult to be disturbed.

But when even this white-clothed master was stopped, she still felt a trance.

Beibei is indeed not well-known. Only when the new list of the Seven Sword Immortals came out, some of her achievements were spread...

But there is no doubt that she is strong.

The Seven Sword Immortals will not mess around, and no matter how stupid the Holy Spirit Hall is, it will not randomly arrange people to take the position.

Just look at the last White-robed Dao Master and you will know that Beibei is on par with him, at least with Gou Wuyue's combat power when he first took office.

But facing Xu Xiaoshou, she really looks like a child!

On the other hand, Xu Xiaoshou...

After this guy finished speaking, boundless ghost energy emanated from his feet.

He once again straddled the Ghost Qi throne with great arrogance, looking around at everyone around him, especially Lei Shuangxing, and chuckled:

"I am invincible among my peers!"

"I'll give you another chance, and it's also a piece of advice."

"If you retreat now, you can still keep your position as the White-robed Dao Master and the face of the Seven Sword Immortals. Think twice!"

After saying this, Lei Shuangxing tightened the sword in his hand, wanting to test who was better.

But he still knew the occasion.

Later, he could challenge Xu Xiaoshou, in front of Yujing City and the Holy Temple, and the Holy Slave was a family.

Hearing this, Beibei calmed down instead.

She looked back and saw Guyu and Liu Fuyu behind her, looking at her from afar.

No one spoke, no one mocked.

But perhaps, no one thought they could win, right?

Yujing City was in an uproar, under the attention of the crowd, Beibei smiled, threw the letter of challenge forward, and formally performed the ancient ceremony with the sword, and said loudly:

"Seven Swordsman Beibei, formally challenges Xu Xiaoshou."

"This battle is known to the world, and the five regions know about it. The Feng family in the South Region will supervise the battle. We sincerely invite the ancient sword cultivators from the mainland to go to the Central Region to watch the ceremony."

"The location is Yujing City, and the time is set in three days."

After a pause, Beibei's eyes deliberately added a bit of provocation, and glanced at the black-clothed young man opposite:

"Xu Xiaoshou, do you dare to accept the battle?"