Chapter 4181 Thirty-Eight Thousand Knives

"Haha, Chongshan, you are very calm, you have made progress."

The man in white smiled gently, and his unpredictable eyes looked at Monster Chongshan, who showed respect.

The man in white did not reject Monster Chongshan's opinion, and obviously agreed.

He looked at the mist from afar, his eyes were inexplicable, and he smiled again without knowing when, "This Ye Wuque is quite mysterious. Even the two great masters can support him, which made me waste the opportunity accumulated by my ancestors."

As soon as these words came out, it proved that the identity of the man in white was... Hua Teng!

"Brother Hua, Xiao Yuanqing and Hua Tiandu are all involved in this matter. I think they must be very uncomfortable now."

Monster Chongshan said cautiously.

"It's just right that I feel uncomfortable. Ye Wuque alone has stirred up the situation of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance. It has not been so lively for a long time."

"Three million merit points, what an amazing number!"

"'Pu Zhaojing' Jiemie Great Soul Saint, hehe..."

As if he thought of something, Hua Teng smiled again.

"But among these people, Cheng Tiandu should be the most uncomfortable now."

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."

"It is indeed a good poem! It seems that Ye Wuque is indeed fascinated by An Qingqian. Perhaps, there will be a good show at the coronation ceremony ten days later."

The monster Chongshan also reacted and smiled grimly: "According to Cheng Tiandu's temper, Ye Wuque will end up miserably!"

"I don't know how many Nine Veins disciples pursued An Qingqian at the beginning, and how many of them can be intact in the end?"

"Cheng Tiandu has always regarded An Qingqian as his own thing. Anyone who dares to touch him will be worse than death and be made to cry for his parents!"

"Maybe, it's not just Cheng Tiandu..."

The smile on Hua Teng's face became more and more intense, and a deep look surged in his unpredictable eyes.

...

Beside the Linghu Lake, there are ten chessboards.

At this moment, only one person was left sitting cross-legged on a stone quietly.

It was the black-robed man who played against the top ten chess masters, but no matter who saw him, they would respectfully call him... Senior Brother Xiao!

Because he was Xiao Yuanqing!

One of the most senior disciples among the nine branches of the Ancient Alliance.

Swish!

Xiao Yuanqing's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a sense of calmness inside, and a sense of wisdom in his hands.

"A chess piece, wanting to jump out of the chessboard."

"But, do you have the qualifications?"

Xiao Yuanqing whispered softly, and a faint arc slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

And because of this arc of the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yuanqing's whole person instantly became extremely weird!

An indescribable terrible aura emanated from his body, and the spiritual lake not far away was slightly shaking.

...

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."

In a sea of ​​flowers, at this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked forward, but kept reciting these two lines of poetry.

Until a certain moment, the figure suddenly stopped, and a beautiful face was revealed.

In terms of appearance, this woman is slightly inferior to the An sisters, but she is equally beautiful, and she has an indescribable temperament all over her body, like a flower god, and her posture is graceful, and her colorful martial arts skirt flutters in the wind, which is very moving.

"Sister Qian..."

At this moment, a female disciple came quickly from far to near, and stopped respectfully a hundred feet away from the woman, and then continued to say: "Sister Qian, Brother Bai is visiting, and he is outside."

In the sea of ​​flowers, the figure gently picked up a blooming flower, held it in her hand, and sniffed it gently, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She waved her slender hand, and the flower in her hand immediately flew up, the petals shattered, and finally turned into three words again in the void... Ye Wuque!

Looking at these three words, the woman took a step and walked out of the sea of ​​flowers.

At the moment when this woman walked out of the sea of ​​flowers, the three words "Ye Wuque" formed by the petals in the void instantly shattered and turned into powder and dissipated.

The female disciple who came to report followed behind, but at this moment she was feeling uneasy.

She knew clearly.

Senior Sister Qian never picked flowers by herself.

If she did so, it would mean that someone would be... unlucky!

However, the female disciple looked at the beautiful figure in front of her, and a deep yearning surged in her eyes.

Because she was Qian Hui!

Among the countless disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance, she was one of the most powerful people competing for the title of "quasi-spiritual son".

…

Chichichichi…

Under an ancient tree, there was a constant piercing roar, which made people very uncomfortable, because it was the sound of sharpening a knife.

A figure was sitting in front of a huge whetstone at this moment.

A snow-white long knife was gently sharpened!

The blade shone more and more, and the cold breath continued to spread, as if it was ice in all directions.

Until a certain moment, the knife sharpener suddenly stopped and raised the long, sharp knife. The blade was transparent, like a mirror, reflecting a pair of terrifying and creepy eyes.

"Only sharpened thirty-eight times?"

A male voice with a hint of dissatisfaction sounded softly, from the knife sharpener.

"Doesn't that mean that I can only cut Ye Wuque thirty-eight times?"

"Too little... too little..."

"He looked at Qing Qian so many times, and even touched Qing Qian's body. If he was crippled by thirty-eight cuts, I would be very unhappy..."

"Not enough, far from enough..."

"A maggot-like thing has defiled the purity of Qingqian. At least 38,000 cuts will be enough..."

Muttering to himself, the knife sharpener put down the knife again and began to sharpen it again.

...

"Brother Ye, from here on, all the mountains behind are blank and uninhabited. Brother Ye can choose any one and hang his identity nameplate on it. From now on, that mountain belongs to you, Brother Ye."

Wang Qiu stopped in front of the beautiful mountains, pointed to the front and spoke respectfully.

In the past hour, under the leadership of Wang Qiu, Ye Wuque and the other four had a general understanding of the basic situation of the Xuanmai. In the end, Wang Qiu brought them here to choose their own mountain.

"I understand, thank you, Brother Wang."

Ye Wuque spoke politely.

Hearing this, Wang Qiu was a little excited and waved his hand and said, "It should be! Then Brother Ye, I will take my leave first!"

Immediately, Wang Qiu left.

Ye Wuque slowly flew to the sky, looking at the many mountains in the distance, his bright eyes kept scanning, as if he was choosing.

After three or five breaths, his eyes lit up slightly.

"From the location point of view, this one is the most suitable..."

Swish!

Mu Daoqi and the other two immediately followed Ye Wuque and soared into the sky. Soon, the four of them landed on a mountain.

This mountain is located on the edge of the peaks, isolated from the other peaks. It is a bit remote, but the environment is quiet and the spiritual energy is overwhelming.

"What a strong spiritual energy!"

After landing on the top of the peak, Huang Biluo immediately exclaimed.

Not far away, there are many palaces that have been built long ago, one after another, and they can be moved in immediately.

"Boss! Give this mountain a name!"

Huang Biluo looked at Ye Wuque and said expectantly.

"Name?"

Ye Wuque looked at the clouds in the sky, and a beautiful face like a fairy slowly emerged in his mind. There was a touch of tenderness and longing in the depths of his bright eyes.

"Let's call it... Si Xuefeng..."

"You can choose the palace by yourself."

Ye Wuque slowly approached a palace, leaving Mu Daoqi and the other two with curious faces.

"Si Xuefeng? Who is this 'Xue' of yours?"

Huang Biluo was very gossipy.

"Maybe it's the boss's sweetheart?"

Zhu Xiong was also curious.

"You're too talkative!"

Mu Daoqi cursed unhappily.

On this side.

Ye Wuque slowly approached a palace, sat cross-legged on the futon at the end, his eyes deep.

"There are still two hours until midnight. When the night is quiet, it is also the beginning of my search for all the clues about Fang Qingyang..."

While muttering to himself, a faint light flashed in Ye Wuque's deep eyes, and then he gently closed his eyes.