Chapter 196 The Result of the Negotiation Is a Bit Subtle

Guo Dong smiled slightly.

She doesn't like these people, not at all. It's not like Jingyang back then, when he said he would do it, even if it was a senior who had taught him since he was a child, he dared to stab him from behind with a sword, and he would do it if he said nothing, even if his companion and friend died in front of his eyes, he would not change his face.

She looked at the sky in the east and thought to herself that you obviously don't want to go in, so why come here to put on a pity and affectionate look?

Then she looked at the southern sky, thinking that you are the one who most wants to break the inheritance of Shenmo Peak, why come here to pretend to be worried about Jing Jiu's whereabouts?

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Nine hundred miles south of Baicheng is Juye City.

The main altar of the Fengdao Sect is here, and it is many times more prosperous than Baicheng. The streets are full of sheep vendors and drug dealers, and the sound of drinking is endless.

Such a prosperous city naturally has hot pot restaurants.

A short and thin old man and a handsome young man were eating hot pot.

Mandarin duck pot.

The red soup was already boiling, but the white soup was still very quiet, looking like fog deep in the snow field.

The young man is holding long chopsticks, soaking his hairy belly in the red soup, his eyes are bright, and he looks extremely happy.

That short and thin old man is the third generation patriarch of Xuanyin Sect.

At this time, how could he be in the mood to eat hot pot? He gave the young man a strange look and said, "Is it so delicious?"

The young man ignored him, the right hand holding the chopsticks was extremely stable, rising and falling from time to time, and then picked it up and sent it directly to his lips, as if it didn't feel hot at all.

"It's nothing more than the head of the Zhongzhou faction and Yuan Qijing. One is Mahayana, and the other is heaven-reaching. I have also reached this point back then."

The short and thin old man narrowed his eyes, looked at the far north and said, "Why does this saber energy make me want to retreat?"

The young man picked up a fat sausage joint from the red soup and threw it into his mouth, chewing it, and said vaguely, "When you hid underground, he might not have been born yet."

The short and thin old man said: "Of course I know that he is the sword saint among the world's population."

The young man took a sip of the sour plum soup from the earthen bowl and sighed contentedly.

"He is a Buddha who was killed and raised from the wind and snow in the sky, and he is innately contrary to the way you hold."

The short and thin old man shook his head, pointed to the north and said, "What happened in Snow Country, even I am a little shocked."

The young man put down the bowl, wiped his face with a hot towel on the table, and said casually, "It's nothing serious, but that one is about to have a baby."

The short and thin old man was shocked when he heard the words, and said, "Ice Queen? This is an inhuman existence, how could she have children?"

The young man glanced at him and said: "You are so confused. Who said that only human beings can have children? Didn't you see that noble concubine in the palace is also pregnant?"

It took a long time for the short and thin old man to dispel the shock in his heart, looked at him and asked, "How did you know about this?"

The young man smiled and said, "I'm a pedant of heaven and man... Well, the longer I live, the more things I know."

The short and thin old man said angrily: "I have lived a long time."

The young man said: "Hiding in the ground, not seeing the sun all year round, not experiencing world affairs, that is not called living, it is called suffering."

"Well, you're right."

The short and thin old man looked at the young man and said with admiration, "You are really amazing to even count such an existence in your game."

The young man smiled and said, "It's just a coincidence, so there's nothing special about it."

The short and thin old man changed the subject, and asked, "You want that Jing Jiu to die so much? Even if he is your junior brother's descendant, why did you become so vigilant? Or...does he have some other background?"

The young man knew that the ancestor of the evil sect had said so much nonsense before, and he just wanted to ask this question, so he smiled and did not explain.

The short and thin old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Still, even if Jingyang is dead, are you still afraid of him?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid of him because I can't see through him. I never know what he wants or likes except for his ascent."

The young man picked up a few green vegetables and prepared to put them into the red soup. After thinking for a while, he put in the white soup that hadn't started to boil, and continued: "I asked him many times when he was young, what color he likes, what exercises he likes, but there is never an answer."

Many years ago, when Shangdefeng first ate hot pot, it was mandarin duck pot.

He and the two scoundrels ate red soup, Jingyang ate white soup, and later it turned into clear water.

No taste, no desire, no desire, extremely boring, but there is no weakness.

If you want to say who he is most wary of in this world, it's not those two scoundrels, nor anyone else, it can only be Jingyang.

The young man thought to himself that if he did not die, he would be really worried.

At the same time, he also wanted to confirm whether Jing Jiu was Jing Jing.

He was very sure of this at first, but now he has a lot of doubts because of certain things.

(Everyone should have seen it. Jing Jiu is an Aquarius, and Yin San is a Scorpio.)

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To the north of Baicheng, more than ten thousand miles away, is a truly white world.

There is ice and snow everywhere.

Even the sky is gray and white.

A snow peak rises from the snow field, it is unimaginably high, as if it wants to pierce the sky.

The peak is very close to the sky, the sun is extremely strong, and it is incandescent, but there is no heat, and it is extremely cold.

Even the red magma spewing out from the ground will be frozen and shattered into sandstone in an instant when it comes into contact with the air here.

In fact, the Wanli Plain in front of this snow peak was formed in this way.

There are no snowfoot beasts, no snow worms, no snow country creatures, and it is dead silent.

However, if you feel it carefully, you will find a faint vitality hidden in this extremely cold world.

The vitality is becoming more and more intense, giving people a sense of abundance.

Where does this vitality, which is as fresh as new spring buds and blooms at an unimaginable speed, come from?

That vitality comes from the depths of this snow peak.

The oldest, most powerful, and highest-level life in Chaotian Continent is there.

The consciousness with supreme coercion slowly swept across the boundless snow field.

If she wanted, her consciousness could cover half of Chaotian Continent.

Suddenly, she encountered another consciousness more than ten thousand miles away.

That consciousness is very weak, but it seems to have seen it somewhere.

There was a thunderous sound.

Countless thick snow falls from the peaks, the snow field shakes uneasy, and the picture is frightening and disturbing.

Xuelang rushes towards the south, representing her will and emotion.

Powerful and angry.

How dare you threaten me?

Ant-like human beings!

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Jing Jiu's body trembled slightly and his face was pale. If his feet hadn't been sunken in the cliff, he might have fallen off the cliff again.

With his current state, it is very dangerous to have a direct dialogue with this level of existence, and his consciousness may collapse at any time.

The quantity and purity of his true essence are far beyond those of practitioners of the same realm, but they were all consumed in such a short period of time.

His mind is also exhausted to the extreme, far more than when he played chess with Tong Yan.

The most troublesome thing was that a shallow crack appeared on the surface of his sword pill.

But he received enough information and sent his own.

Back and forth, there is no text, just the exchange of consciousness.

As a result of this negotiation, the superficial information is somewhat vague, but the reality is very clear.

If he has any actions, he is regarded as a threat by the other party.

War will begin.