Chapter 1491: A Gamble on Yujingming, the World Is in Chaos, Zangkuduzun Asks for a Fight

Chapter 1495: The Jade Capital is revealed to the world in a big gamble, and the only one who hides suffering asks for a fight.

"came back!"

There was a burst of noise in Yujing City, and everyone pointed to the bright space mystery formation high in the sky, excited.

After a while, Ye Xiaotian came back and brought three people with him - he successfully crossed the two realms!

"Is this the secret of space..."

"Look! The one in front is Seven Swords Immortal Feng Tingchen! Oh, he's from the previous year."

"Is that Mr. Yang? I've seen a portrait. The old swordsman with the goatee is from the same generation as Mr. Siren?"

"Where is that young man?"

"I don't know, but it's not important."

"Hmm, here comes the Feng family, the battle of the Sword Immortal can begin!"

…

The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes.

The prosperous Jade Capital City and the dilapidated battlefield outside the city formed two extreme contrasts, which made Feng Zhongzui look at them in shock.

Fengjia City is also thriving.

But if you really want to compare it with a big place like Kyoto, it still pales in comparison.

"Mr. Siren."

As soon as Feng Tingchen showed up, he took the lead in bowing to Mei Siren with fists in his hands, and at the same time pointed his eyes at the young man behind him.

"Oh, I have met Mr. Siren. I have admired you for a long time!" Feng Zhongzui greeted him while taking out a small mirror from his space ring.

He still knows his own job, and he will convey the pictures and shock he saw when he first came here to everyone in the five regions, so that they can also feel the same.

The words paused.

Drunken and wet hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and the sword intent spread out and poured into the preaching mirror.

"Buzz!"

The wind was blowing all over the city, and the birds were singing in cheers.

Xu Xiaoshou felt the gentle trembling of the swords around him, and suddenly looked back, with surprise in his eyes.

"Kendo Throne?"

The people from Meisi looked the same way, and with a sound of surprise, they looked squarely at this good seedling.

There was a special freeness and ease in Feng Zhongzui's sword intention, as if he had never really cared about anything in the world, including the greeting he had just given to his fellow Meisi people.

Respect is respect...

In this person's eyes, greeting is secondary, and his job is the key - the preaching mirror cannot be dropped!

"A descendant of the Feng family is drunk in the wind. He is naughty by nature. I brought him here to polish his temperament." Feng Tingchen turned around and introduced the Meisi people with a smile on his face.

"How old is it?" Mei Siren grabbed the fan.

"sixteen."

"Okay!" With a flick of the fan, a "Boy can be taught" came out.

The wrinkles at the corners of Feng Tingchen's eyes suddenly deepened.

Sixteen-year-old Kendo Throne... Xu Xiaoshou was in a trance. He put aside himself and did not compare. This is Xiao Wanfeng's age. Su Qianqian's talent has been realized!

At least the King of Swordsmanship has the qualifications to challenge the Seven Swordsmen. But Feng Zhongzui comes from the Feng family. Doesn't he know the swordsmanship well?

The Sword Dao Throne, just like the Soul Refining Throne, encompasses three small realms.

Sword Immortal can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship, and Mr. Siren who can kill Jiang Buyi before being canonized can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship.

The water in this realm is too deep!

There are many people hiding, and everyone wants to be a dark horse. They can't see through others until they take action.

After Xu Xiaoshou sighed, he just praised it sincerely: "Yes, it is indeed a good seedling."

Feng Tingchen looked over, his expression suddenly strange.

This young man said such old-fashioned words...

He didn't know this young man with white hair and nine tails, but his face looked familiar. He had probably seen a portrait somewhere.

But judging from the atmosphere of the battle, the North Sword Immortal who has to contend with each other all depends on this person.

Is he Xu Xiaoshou?

"This is an old student, Xu Xiaoshou."

The Mei Si man pointed it out at the right time. No more description was needed, he just gave a name.

Feng Tingchen's expression became solemn, he held his fists in the distance and nodded in salute.

"Master Shou?"

Feng Zhongzui's eyes lit up, and he pointed the preaching mirror at the demon king whose name he had admired for so long.

At this moment, the illusive and ethereal figure on the major preaching mirrors in the five regions of the mainland solidified.

…

In the eighth palace.

The Feng family specially erected an extra missionary mirror in this small town because Master Shou came from Tiansang Ling Palace.

The Eighth Palace was very lively at the moment.

Fu Xing and Fu Yinhong from Tiansang City, and the accompanying elders...

Qiao Qianzhi and Xiao Qixiu of Tiansang Ling Palace also brought all the disciples from the inner courtyard to watch and study. Zhao Xidong, Rao Yinyin, Tan Ji...

The guy who was having fun together at that time was in the mirror in a blink of an eye, and I was in front of the mirror, out of reach.

Most of the people who could come from the nearby spiritual palaces and counties came here, and the crowds were so crowded that their heads were bleeding.

"What a big change..." Zhao Xidong was still holding a piece of grass in his mouth, squatting on the stone and looking at it in ecstasy. He couldn't believe that the guy with white hair and nine tails was Xu Xiaoshou who once bombed the Lingzang Pavilion.

"I almost don't recognize him." Tan Ji, Xu Xiaoshou's substitute number xx "Xiao Shi Tan Ji", said that he didn't recognize this guy at all, even though he had been punished by the Holy Temple for his nonsense. Cross-examined multiple times.

"Jade Capital City..." Rao Yinyin looked at the preaching mirror, looking at the important figures around Xu Xiaoshou, her beautiful eyes were a little dim, and she murmured silently, "You still owe me a throne pill..."

Fu Xing pointed at the man in the mirror and said with annoyance and joy: "I knew at that time that he was definitely not a creature in the pool!"

Fu Yinhong glared coldly, knowing that this brother would not have anything good to say.

Fu Xing smiled again and said, "Fortunately, you didn't successfully match you up. It's not a good thing if your husband is too strong. I'm relieved now."

"Shut up!"

Mr. Fu sighed: "Oh, after listening to the legend for so long, I can finally see him fight with my own eyes. It's a pity that I couldn't see the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

…

Sword burial mound.

A bright missionary mirror is like a demonstration in front of the mountain.

The guys who usually worship the mountain devoutly disappeared one by one. They gathered around the preaching mirror and pointed:

"Master Shou!"

"North Sword Immortal!"

"Come, come, there are Mr. Si Ren, Senior Feng Tingchen, Mr. Gu, Yang Xizhi... Sword Immortal Liu Fuyu is also here, my God, is this a hodgepodge? They are all sword immortals!"

"Gu Qing Er San is here. Hey, the boss is not here? Gu Qing Er and Gu San, what do you think of this battle?" Someone pointed to the rear.

The crowd parted, and Gu Qing'er walked over without saying a word, carrying a sword wheel with nine swords hanging on his back, and sat on the big stone in front of the preaching mirror, feeling depressed.

Gu Qingsan was able to smile openly and waved in response to everyone: "I think Xu Xiaoshou wins. He is too strong. After all, I taught him some tricks back then."

"Oh? The point of Three Thousand Swordsmanship? Do you still have such a connection?"

"Yes, my second senior brother was also saved by Xu Xiaoshou on Void Island, so we have a close relationship..."

Gu Qinger immediately glared over.

"Hahaha!" Gu Qingsan scratched his head and smiled, pointing behind him, "Actually, you should ask my junior sister these questions."

Everyone looked behind them and saw a little girl in white walking over with a heavy black sword in her arms.

"Su Qianqian!"

"She was so lucky. When she was in the Yunlun Mountains, she was accepted as a disciple by Wen Ting and Wen Jianxian... Oh my God, I want it too!"

"Look, look, look, is that the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Weapons? I heard that the Holy Temple offered a heavy reward at that time, and if you find the person who turns it in, you will rise to the top... But what fool can find the person and turn him in?"

"I know that the Demonic Sword went specifically to find Su Qianqian, and made many twists and turns to bypass the search net of the Holy Temple!"

"Tsk, tsk, this girl is a bit scary. Not to mention her extraordinary talent, famous swords are still competing for her. I heard that she was the sword holder of Tomb Ming Chengxue before?"

"I know! I also know that the entire Su family took turns challenging the Eighth Sword Immortal, and they all died in the battle... Well, I can only say that there is no timid person in the Su family, they are all proud!"

"Shh..."

Su Qianqian walked calmly amidst the discussion.

Just as several of his senior brothers would defend her at first, but now they are no longer surprised.

She also slightly realized what it meant not to be happy with things and not sad with oneself. She no longer had excessive obsession with the past while worrying about it.

"He will win." Su Qianqian raised her eyes indifferently, looked at the preaching mirror, and spoke softly.

"Oh? Are you also standing with Xu Xiaoshou? Oh, I forgot that you still have old... By the way, where is your senior brother?" Someone turned around and asked again.

"He's preparing for war."

"What battle?"

"The next battle is the old date when we meet at the top."

…

See the Moon Fairy City.

Blood flowed all over the fields and withered bones covered the ground.

Xiao Kongtong held the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword in his hand and fought his way to the preaching mirror. After taking a look at the figure on it, he laughed and turned around to kill.

…

East Heavenly King City.

Pilgrimage Square, Pilgrimage Building, in front of the former site of the first building in heaven.

Dong Ling and Shi Ti from the Alchemist Association, Nangong Yin and Yuan Haisheng from Night Cat, the new pavilion masters and sect masters of Guiyin Pavilion and Daxian Tianzong... all looked up eagerly.

…

Half Moon Bay.

The eight acquaintances, storytellers, Dao Qiongcang, Gou Wuyue, Wei Feng and other actors all linked their arms and looked at the figure.

"I have guessed it."

"Shut up!"

"This Greedy God, to tell you the truth, our temple expected it at that time. It was either not contracted or it was properly contracted..."

"Can you please stop farting? Either you die or you live. Doesn't living mean being contracted? I've told you both possibilities. What do you mean by pinching your fingers? Then my brother can do it too."

"Only women and villains are difficult to raise."

"Dao Qiongcang, what do you mean, calling someone a villain?"

"A gentleman should not scold, but should give some advice."

"you!"

…

Siling Mountain.

On Thunder Peak, there were too many old guys scratching their heads and sitting around in front of a single preaching mirror.

Long Rongzhi, Lou Yu, Chi Jia, Dayao, Xiaoyao, Mu Lin...

Among the younger ones, only Bai Qian and Hua Xi could come here to play for the sake of ancestor Long Rongzhi.

High in the sky, there is a white dragon with a jade-like body, holding a little girl on its head.

She is dressed in purple, has a supple face, and has a double bun. She is playful and cute, but she speaks in an old-fashioned way:

"Is he Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Yes." Lou Yu clicked on it, then moved his finger, "This traitor is Ye Xiaotian! But he is the secret of space..."

"Then don't call him a traitor!"

"Oh, Master Zi Chong is willing to protect him. Ye Xiaotian's ancestral grave is covered in smoke, so he can survive the war."

"Watch a play and watch a play."

"Okay, Master Zi Chong."

…

From the refining spirit the day after tomorrow to the Half-Saint Holy Emperor.

Xu Xiaoshou never thought that one day his dream would come true so naturally, and the whole world would pay attention to him.

At this time, he saw the missionary mirror pointed at him, grinning at the world with his big teeth, so he turned his gaze back and looked diagonally to the north:

"The battle is so big, and so many seniors have been invited to watch the ceremony. To end it hastily is disrespectful to everyone present and everyone in front of the camera."

"Well, how about we add a little bit of fun?"

Feng Zhongzui grabbed the preaching mirror and magnified Beibei's expression at the right time.

Beibei's face was a little stiff and his expression was unnatural.

Obviously she understands the meaning of the missionary mirror better and knows how many people are watching her at this time.

"W-what lottery?"

As soon as these words came out, Beibei tilted his head and spat: "Xu Xiaoshou, please stop pretending, what do you mean you can kill me in two or three strokes? Be careful, your tongue flashes!"

Xu Xiaoshou said with emotion: "You and I are fighting to protect Yujing City. If you win, you will gain fame and profit, and be granted a title; if I win, I can only turn around and leave, and get nothing. This So unfair.”

After saying that, he looked at Feng Tingchen again: "Senior Feng, do you think so?"

Feng Tingchen looked at his nose with his eyes, and his nose looked at his heart, and said in his heart, you kid, don't drag me into the water, "You decide for yourself, just tell me when you're done, Feng Zhongzui will record the battle process, and the sword tower will give the evaluation results."

Beibei became nervous and raised his imperial sword high: "Xu Xiaoshou, war time has arrived, what else do you want to do?"

"Emperors take turns, come to my house next year!" Xu Xiaoshou laughed loudly, pointed to the jade capital at the sole of his feet and said:

"You win, it's yours, it's all yours, I won't hold you accountable for the fault of the master of Xuanji Hall, and just retreat."

"But if I win, this Jade City will be mine!"

Yujing City suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Everyone in front of the preaching mirror was also puzzled and couldn't understand the meaning of these words.

"What he means is that the Kyoto Formation is under his control?" Qiao Qianzhi understood.

"His first building in the sky should be rooted in Yujing, or like the Alchemist Association, open a branch in Kyoto and be recognized by the Holy Temple?" Shiti was thinking quickly.

"He also wants to settle down?" Xin Gugu was on his way to the Central Territory to invite the holy beast back, when he was stopped by the missionary mirror.

Beibei frowned and glanced down the city: "What do you mean?"

"Literal meaning!" Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, "I won. The land in Yujing City belongs to me, the formation belongs to me, the wealth belongs to me, and the people belong to me... Everything belongs to me on the first floor of the sky. , no longer belongs to Yujing City or the Holy Temple."

"You're dreaming!" Beibei's eyes turned red, and Xu Xiao felt so big in his stomach.

"Anyway, the master of Xuanji Palace doesn't protect you, and wants to devour you with God Worship Willow. On the contrary, Ye Bansheng has protected you a few times, and I have protected you a few times..." Xu Xiaoshou said while looking down.

There was a whisper in Yujing City.

What Xu Xiaoshou said makes sense.

Compared to Ye Bansheng, the master of Xuanji Palace is simply the enemy of Yujing City!

It's okay if the formation can't protect everyone. She lost control once before. She really wanted to drain the living people to provide vitality so that she could survive alone.

"I agree."

"I disagree!"

"I think Master Shou is better than Master Xuanji."

"You're a fucking traitor! You are protected by the Holy Temple, and you eat the spiritual energy gathered from the Kyoto formation. How can you turn your elbows outward?"

"But Master Shou said it well. Emperors take turns. When you come to my house next year, whoever can make my life better, I will follow!"

"You are presumptuous!"

"You fart!"

"..."

There were disturbances everywhere in the city.

Not only were the people in front of the preaching mirror shocked, Beibei was also shocked.

She never thought that someone in Yujing City would really be moved by Xu Xiaoshou's proposal... Just when she was about to refuse again, another soft voice came to her ears.

Feng Zhongzui, who was watching the battle with great interest, suddenly moved his eyes and said, "There is a situation!"

He zoomed in on Bei Jianxian's expression, focusing on her slightly twitching ears, and explained to the preaching mirror: "You may not be able to see clearly, but I'm at the scene and can tell you exactly what happened just now." sound!"

Feng Tingchen was numb all over. He looked back and was about to get angry when he saw Feng Zhongzui pointing a mirror at him.

He immediately became gentle and gentle, his chest became higher, and his expression became unpredictable.

He also turned slightly sideways, revealing half of He Jian Tingchen, half real and half hazy, making it even more mysterious and tempting.

——This is when facing the world, image is the most important!

Feng Zhongzui snorted silently when he saw this, he was not afraid of anything.

As the most qualified people who eat melons, what important points are paid attention to when eating melons on weekdays, and now they will be made public to the world.

Feng Tingchen?

I'm disobedient!

"I promise." Beibei said with difficulty.

"Wow!" Feng Zhongzui immediately exclaimed, then covered his mouth and whispered, "That must be the order from the master of Xuanji Palace, otherwise no one can change the will of an ancient sword cultivator so quickly. You should know, Gu Except for me, every sword cultivator has a bad temper, including our old master Feng Ting..."

"Drunk in the wind!" Feng Tingchen couldn't bear it anymore. If you want to die, don't drag the Feng family into trouble!

Old master, times have changed... The young man pointed the preaching mirror at Master Shou and said with a smile:

"I bet that Mr. Shou will win. I bet that the young will outperform the old and be better than the old. What about you?"

Feng Tingchen choked and could no longer speak.

"Refreshing!" In the field, Xu Xiaoshou laughed and raised the four swords in his hands:

"That being the case, I have no other questions..."

"Give you this chance to defeat me in front of the world!"

General Beibei also raised the Imperial Sword Duzun, his face turned pale and he said no more.

Feng Tingchen was really afraid that the young man in the clan would talk nonsense again, so he immediately said: "In this case, the Seven Swords Immortals will fight for the first place. Let's touch the swords to send a message to the world... I want to fight!"

"Seven Swords Immortal Beibei, the sword is the most famous, I want to fight!" Beibei clasped his fists and threw the sword in his hand into the air first.

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned for a moment, turned his eyes to look at Mr. Siren, "In war, can only use one sword?"

"Generally, because most people only carry one sword, but there is no limit." Mei Siren sent a message.

Xu Xiaoshou was relieved and looked at the four swords in his hand.

As one of the five great artifacts of chaos, this sword can certainly beat the Emperor Sword, but the four swords are already famous enough...

Xu Xiaoshou put away the four swords of Yanjian Yanmang and Xiongjian, and instead launched a twisting and excited black snake into the sky.

"Ying——"

When the black snake and the Emperor Sword touched, they suddenly rolled up each other and began to slide greasy, and then both made amazing sword sounds of resistance or comfort.

Xu Xiaoshou's face twitched, but he didn't look away, clasped his fists in courtesy, and said casually:

"Xu Xiaoshou, the Seven Swordsman, the sword is called Cangku..."

"I want to fight!"

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