Chapter 1645: The Seven Swordsmen Are in Full Swing, Xiao Lang Is in a State of Shock in the Dark Alley

Chapter 1649 The Seven Swordsmen are in full swing, Xiao Lang is frightened in the dark alley

"Who are you……"

Cao Erzhu looked at the jade-faced scholar in front of him warily, vaguely feeling that he had seen him somewhere.

"Owner?"

"Are you the landlord?"

The ancient and modern Wangyou Tower came out suddenly, and this person also came out suddenly.

It took Erzhu a long time to remember that when Dao Qiongcang used his body, a family of three went into the building and saw this person.

"Are you here to see Brother Xiaoshou?"

Cao Erzhu knew that he and this person were strangers, and there was a high probability that he came here because of Brother Xiao Shou.

You can look to one side...

Since the tree gate disappeared, the sky has left.

Master Shou directly opened the meaning formation diagram and sat down cross-legged. Without even saying a word, he entered a state of enlightenment.

Cao Erzhu felt that Brother Xiaoshou wouldn't be able to wake up for a while.

"The last time I found Brother Xiao Shou, he was also practicing."

"His practice should not be disturbed, and it should take quite a long time. You should also want to say goodbye to him before leaving, right?"

Cao Erzhu felt that he had become Brother Xiaoshou's mouthpiece.

But it was useless to speak with his mouth. He did not have the core of heaven and could not open the tree door to let this person leave, so he could only suggest:

"How about we sit down together and wait for Brother Shou to wake up?"

"Or do you commit suicide?"

Uh, that seems rude...

Erzhu scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, seeing the jade-faced scholar opposite him slowly shaking his head.

He quickly waved goodbye and followed.

Not long after, the Gujin Wangyou Tower faded in front, and the figure of the owner also disappeared.

"Huh?"

Erzhu frowned and thought hard.

This poster seemed to have been chatting with me a lot, but he didn't seem to say a word. He couldn't even remember what he just said...

"never mind."

If you can't think of it, don't think about it.

Erzhu glanced at Brother Shou who was practicing seriously, pulled some distance away, and sat down cross-legged.

What are Brother Shou doing, why are you so anxious?

The thunder secret formation diagram slowly unfolded. With such confusion, Erzhu closed his eyes and quickly entered a state of enlightenment.

…

Southern Territory, Fengjia City.

The streets were crowded with people coming and going.

All kinds of "ancient sword cultivators" wearing bamboo hats, gauze hats, sword robes, and robes, walking with their heads held high and their chests held high, gathered in the city.

Everyone passing by either carries two swords on his back, or has three swords on his waist, or holds a long sword upside down, or holds a sword at an angle...

You can't do it without a sword.

It seems that this is not Fengjia City, but Shenyue Immortal City.

Both sides of the street were no longer what they used to be in Fengjia City. They were now filled with various stalls, selling all kinds of treasures that ancient sword cultivators would not go shopping for.

From day to night, the never-ending shouting at twelve o'clock has been shouting on both sides of the streets in Fengjiacheng for almost a month:

"Take a look, take a look. The newly released list of the Seven Swordsmen has a 90% success rate. It was predicted by the real ancient swordsman Tang Lao. It only sells for 10,000 spiritual crystals."

"Gu Qing is out of the East Territory and can land in the Southern Territory today. Tickets for viewing at Duguankou are only sold for 6,000 spirit crystals. Gu Qing has landed in the teleportation array at Duguankou. Don't you really want to see the future swordsman? ? Senior, please give me one!"

"Don't miss it if you're passing by. It's said that the famous sword 'Zheque' was on the ancient aunt's monument. Those who are destined will be given it for free. Those who are not destined can also be forced to have a destiny. Buy one hundred thousand spiritual crystals to get a destiny. Take a look at this ancient sword cultivator. No?"

"Big news! The new generation of Seven Sword Immortals does not have to wait for tomorrow to be released. It can be released today! Master Shou actually ranks second, and he is actually the first! Who is he? As long as 30,000 spiritual crystals, Huazhuo Pavilion will do it for you Revealed!”

"..."

Xiao Wanfeng carried a large sword box on his back and squeezed through the crowded street.

The meat buns for breakfast turned into meat patties after crossing the busiest street leading to the first viewing platform, and the juices were sucked away by someone's clothes.

He opened his mouth, looked at the meatloaf in his hand hesitantly, and finally chose to choke on today's breakfast.

"Hiccup~"

There is only one day left until the Seven Swordsmen release the rankings.

These days, the Southern Territory has been extremely lively, especially in Fengjia City.

All kinds of monsters and monsters appeared.

In the past, except for the Shenyue Immortal City and the Sword Burial Tomb, I had never seen so many ancient sword cultivators. Now they can be seen everywhere in the Southern Territory.

They opened their mouths and said, "The Eight Masters are knowledgeable and have something to say." They closed their mouths and said, "The people of Meisi said so."

As everyone knows, in the mouth of a real ancient sword cultivator, only "Eighth Sword Immortal" can be spoken when he opens his mouth, and "Mr. Siren" can be said when he is closed.

"Pretending not to understand..."

Xiao Wanfeng muttered and looked at the first viewing platform from a distance. As of today, no mortal could squeeze into the innermost part.

The day before the Feng family released the list, the inner city and outer city were even more popular.

The first viewing platform is now occupied by almost all kinds of good deeds and dead disciples. After all, the most indispensable thing in the Southern Territory is the "ancient sword cultivator" who has committed crimes and knows the art of disguise.

At this moment, what was being shown on the stage was the battle between sword immortals.

It was not a real-time broadcast, but the most watched battle six days ago.

Come, let’s face off against Beibei. The location is the Central Region.

Bei Bei is naturally the North Sword Immortal. In the past, the number one Sword Immortal in Yujing City was defeated by Master Shou.

Who is coming?

Sword Immortal Lai, also known as Alai.

Flowers come to the north to welcome the "coming" of the master!

Before the first list of Seven Sword Immortals came out, or even six days ago, not many people knew who Alai was.

Now, the whole world knows it.

"Illusion swordsmanship, Hua Lai..."

The sword fairy on the stage came, wearing a green robe with large red flowers tattooed on it, and a small golden daisy pinned to his ear. His appearance was very eye-catching.

It’s hard to imagine that there are still people in ancient sword cultivation who have such an aesthetic and style.

Xiao Wanfeng did not dare to comment on the red and green costumes. What he focused on was the magic swordsmanship of the Sword Immortal, which was superb.

Too standard!

The standards are so high that he can’t find fault with them!

Even if he has never seen the Eighth Sword Immortal's phantom sword technique with his own eyes, Xiao Wanfeng feels that the textbook phantom sword technique is probably nothing more than this.

As for Beibei, who was skilled in swordsmanship, even though he was the master of the imperial sword, Alai never chose to confront him head-on.

The Emperor Sword Tianjie was all opened, and it only killed one illusion in Alai's second world.

"Sure enough, all the sword immortals of this generation can master the second realm."

Xiao Wanfeng quickly withdrew his gaze, with solemnity and awe on his face. Although he had not seen the ending, he already commented in his heart:

"Beibei, lost again..."

Yes, North-North lost.

This isn't the first time she's lost.

After the debut of the Seven Swordsmen, Beibei was defeated in the first battle by Mr. Xu...well, now it should be said that it was Master Shou's sword.

The second battle is to lead Baiyi to the Eastern Territory to fight against Xiao Kongtong in Shenyue Immortal City.

It is worth mentioning that Shenyue Immortal City is still at war and is fighting with the people of the Holy Temple.

The reason is that on Void Island, the senior brother exposed his cooperative relationship with the Holy Slave. In short, it was still because of Master Shou.

Being too close to Master Shou has caused a drag on Shenyue Immortal City.

During the time when Master Shou was away, the Holy Temple was free to go to the Eastern Territory to settle accounts with Qiu Hou.

It just so happened that the Seven Swordsmen were not in full swing, so they sent Beibei and a group of people in white to rush to Shenyue Immortal City. They were later beaten back home by the senior brother himself.

"I heard that one of his hands was chopped off."

"The Emperor Sword Duzun was surrendered, but the Emperor Sword ran back on his own. It was so embarrassing."

"I don't know if it's true or not. It looks like her limbs are sound now, but it's not surprising that the spiritual master has the Body Resurrection Pill..."

Xiao Wanfeng felt a little emotional, and his mind then thought of the swordsman master.

Like Master Shou, Senior Brother Xiao seems to have never participated in the battles of the Seven Sword Immortals, and it seems that he has never failed in any of them.

In short, he went to Shenyue Immortal City to challenge him. In his busy schedule, he took time to challenge him while protecting the city. His opponent would either die or be disabled.

People in the Eastern Region have gone crazy.

…

"boom!"

While he was thinking about it, the battle on the stage was decided.

Sword Immortal Beibei was defeated by Sword Immortal Lai and stabbed his throat with a sword.

Beibei, who was small and still had some baby fat, stared at him while spitting blood, very unwilling to do so.

But there is only reluctance left.

The person is probably not dead yet. After all, not everyone is the Eighth Sword Immortal or the Laughing Senior Brother, so they won't be killed easily if they find it troublesome.

But the scene was too bloody, and the subsequent post-war dialogue was not shown, and the second scene was quickly played.

Beibei faced off against Gu Qinger.

North and South lost.

"Beibei is so miserable..."

Xiao Wanfeng couldn't bear to look directly at it.

He had seen this game. It was the third game Beibei had lost, but it was a decent loss.

The two sides fought for half a day, Beibei Emperor Jian Tianjie added the wrath of the Red God, but could not withstand the "Infinite Sword" used by Gu Qing's two stunning enchantress Tian Jie plus nine variations of swordsmanship!

Losing with dignity is losing with dignity.

No dignity was left at all.

Sword Array·Infinite Numbers·Guiyiji Sword, add sword thoughts, and add Tianjie's variant sword moves.

While Beibei was chopped into pieces by countless Guiyiji swords and chaos swords, the preaching mirror was also chopped into pieces, and the broadcast screen was also dried up.

This is the first time that the world has seen the true strength of the descendant of the Burial Sword Tomb. Seeing how terrifying the combination of the Nine Swordsmanship Sword Formation and the overlapping injuries is, it can only be said that the reputation is well-deserved.

After this battle, the unexpected thing was that the entry "Beibei Garbage" rushed to the mainland hot list.

But Gou Wuyue, the previous Taoist Master in white, became famous inexplicably. Everyone discovered that Wuyue Sword Immortal was strong?

Looking back carefully, Gou Wuyue only lost to the Eighth Sword Immortal in the Eighth Palace during his thirty years of reign.

Except for that time, the worst results were draws.

"But losing to the Eighth Sword Immortal, can this be called a loss?"

"Who else can't defeat him? What's more, Gou Wuyue took a sleeveless one before losing, so why did he still have his arm cut off?"

When countless people were fighting against each other, Gu Qing'er couldn't get angry. It was his master Wen Ting who was angry.

Sword Immortal Wen Ting, such a strange phrase...

No matter what they think, everyone remembers who this person is, and they don't even know what swordsmanship he majors in.

But he can teach such a strong disciple, who is said to be as famous as the Eighth Sword Immortal, how can he be weak?

And Gu Qing Er is like this, what about Gu Qing I, III, and IV?

…

"I heard that Gu Qingyi has finished his seclusion and is going to the Southern Territory today to ask for a fight with Alai. I wonder where the fight will be?"

Xiao Wanfeng's information channels were limited, and he didn't even know whether the information was true or false, but he was just looking forward to it.

There was a lot of noise inside and outside the stadium.

Xiao Wanfeng leaned on the sword box and waited quietly by the stone wall at the entrance of the alley outside the stage, unmoved.

He came today not mainly to watch the replay, but to watch a small real-time broadcast on the side.

This game is not big, and I can't go to the main stage of the first viewing platform. There is only a small preaching mirror watching.

There are definitely not many people watching.

But there is a sword cultivator that Xiao Wanfeng has been following for half a month but rarely makes a move. Recently, he has also been on the list.

"Xiao Qixiu..."

A very unfamiliar name.

It seems that he was not in the ancient sword cultivation circle before and was unknown.

What attracted Xiao Wanfeng's attention was not how deep his attainments in ancient swordsmanship were, but that he was very "different".

From various moves, it can be seen that he has some skills in ancient swordsmanship, but he tries his best to draw a clear line with ancient swordsmanship.

No, it is not to draw a clear line, but to bring forth something new!

His stuff is very new!

Among the stereotyped nine major swordsmanship, eighteen sword styles, and three thousand sword ways, there are two people who have a bit of unconventional flavor when they strike out with swords.

Of course, this is Xiao Wanfeng's own opinion, and he dare not guarantee that he is right.

The two people, one called Xiao Qixiu, and the other called Feng Xiaose.

"Feng Xiaose is such a pity, I hope he is still alive..."

When Xiao Wanfeng thought of Feng Xiaose, he sighed with regret.

This is also an ancient swordsman he is very optimistic about who may become a spiritual swordsman.

Every time he attacks, his moves are shallow, but he improves from one to another. It can be seen that he is honing himself and trying not to take such big steps.

But for some reason, the previous generation of Wuyue Sword Immortal suddenly appeared in the Southern Region, and found the headquarters of Xuyue Gray Palace and broke in.

The two of them started to kill!

The result is naturally predictable.

No matter how weak the old generation of swordsmen are, they will not be able to compete with the new generation. There is a gap of more than 30 years.

What's more, Wuyue Sword Immortal has a Seven Swordsman on his left shoulder and a Ten-Zun Throne on his right shoulder. The foundation is there.

Let you give him a hand, it won't be too bad!

"It's a pity that the preaching mirror is not inserted into Xuyue Gray Palace..."

Just as he was thinking, someone patted his shoulder.

Xiao Wanfeng shuddered subconsciously, turned around quickly, bowed his waist, lowered his head, and called out in a very familiar voice:

"Boy, meet the senior!"

The middle-aged man, about 30 years old, was not carrying a sword, and was wearing a star-patterned magician robe. He should be a member of the Tianji Divine Religion.

His intentions were unclear, but he was not fierce, and his face was peaceful. He should not be looking for trouble. His eyes were looking at...

Oops!

He stared at the sword box!

With just a quick glance, the Jianghu man Xiao Wanfeng basically figured out the other party's ins and outs, but could only secretly complain.

He didn't want to carry a sword box.

But in Fengjia City today, you can't move without a sword.

Half a month ago, Xiao Wanfeng was surrounded by several "ancient sword cultivators" wearing cassocks with dragon tattoos over their shoulders, and asked "Why don't you carry a sword?"

There was no need to answer. After the beating, those guys took away all the spirit crystals he earned in the first floor of the sky, causing Xiao Wanfeng to only have one meat pie a day.

Sometimes there were too many people and he couldn't even eat meat pie.

"Do you want to sell the things in your sword box?"

The middle-aged man in the star pattern magician robe pointed at the big thing he was protecting behind his back and said with a chuckle, his expression was very friendly.

"It's inherited from my ancestors. I won't sell it."

Xiao Wanfeng shook his head in distress: "I should actually get a new sword case. This old wood always makes people misunderstand that I'm carrying an antique, but the fact is that I don't even have the money to buy wood."

The middle-aged man pulled out a golden ring from his finger very generously:

"Here you go."

Xiao Wanfeng protected the sword case and retreated in fear: "Senior, I'm a mortal and can't open a space ring. Wearing this thing on me may kill me."

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Gold ring."

Xiao Wanfeng became even more panicked: "Even worse, I don't dare to wear a copper ring. I'm often robbed."

The middle-aged man was silent.

Xiao Wanfeng couldn't figure out his intentions, and hurriedly fumbled around in his arms. After digging twice, he took out a red certificate:

"I have a 'mortal certificate' and I'm protected by Fengjiacheng. You can't mess around!"

Mortal certificate...

A very funny thing.

Before being robbed, Xiao Wanfeng also thought so.

After that, he changed his ridiculous Eastern Region thinking, washed dishes for three days, and took the certificate through the back door.

With this certificate, he eliminated 37 disasters later!

Mortal certificate, a must-have for Southern Region mortals!

Very useful!

"You don't have to sell the sword box, but you must sell the things inside to me." Unfortunately, the middle-aged man didn't seem to see the mortal certificate.

Xiao Wanfeng's heart sank, and the most terrible thing he expected still happened.

Mortal certificate, invalid for the first time?

He raised the certificate with force and shook it in front of the man twice, saying at the same time: "Master Feng Zhongzui is my friend."

When he was out, Xiao Wanfeng rarely used his connections.

But when he needed to use his connections, he was never vague.

It was just that in the Southern Region and Fengjia City, he could never use the relationship of the Lord. There were many people who were jealous of him and wanted to kill him but couldn't, so they wanted to kill the people around him. They were also terrible!

"Feng Zhongzui is in the Central Region, isn't he?" The middle-aged man smiled and lowered his head, looking at the young man.

Xiao Wanfeng opened his mouth, with a bitter taste in his mouth.

Yes, Feng Zhongzui was in the Central Region, with his preaching mirror mother mirror, and had not broadcast many battles of sword immortals in more than half a month.

He was squatting at the foot of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.

Even the Feng family acquiesced to his actions.

It is conceivable that if Feng Zhongzui really waited for the rabbit, what kind of great battle could be broadcast.

Of course, this is for the top leaders of the continent.

For Xiao Wanfeng, a humble and low-level citizen, Feng Zhongzui was in a foreign land and could not save himself, so he could only find another way.

"Senior, actually there is no sword in my sword box."

Xiao Wanfeng sighed and had to open the sword box. It was indeed empty. As if because of lying, he blushed: "I am also pretending to be an ancient sword cultivator..."

The middle-aged man took the sword box and observed it carefully. After finding that there was indeed no secret compartment, he sniffed it twice.

Xiao Wanfeng's face remained unchanged, and he was shocked.

"Whatever was in it, sell it to me, I will buy it at a high price." The man said.

"Uh..."

Xiao Wanfeng didn't say anything, and had to turn over his pockets.

What else can a mortal without a space ring hide?

"Really?"

The man in the Star Pattern Warlock robe was puzzled, scratched his head, and turned away in a daze.

In fact, he didn't know why he suddenly wanted to step forward, suddenly became interested in the sword box, and suddenly felt that there was something in it.

Maybe it was because he suddenly became interested!

Xiao Wanfeng was relieved to see this guy leave, and he didn't even wait for Xiao Qixiu's battle.

It's not suitable to go out today.

He quickly dodged and slipped away like a loach, twisting and turning, and finally got into the alley.

"Boy, you're done."

A teasing laugh appeared in his mind, and Xiao Wanfeng stopped and sighed.

Don't mess with me...

Looking up, the alley was dark and gloomy, and the place where the wall and the road met was covered with dark green moss because it had not seen the light for many years.

As soon as footsteps were heard at the corner at the end, a person turned around, it was the middle-aged man wearing a star-patterned robe just now.

"Senior, I am really a mortal, and I have no money on me."

Xiao Wanfeng retreated step by step, and while retreating, he raised his mortal certificate, and was about to activate the formation above with blood to call the guards of Fengjiacheng to help.

The middle-aged man didn't actually chase him, he just appeared in the shadows at the corner, and then just tilted his head, staring at the boy retreating with a creepy look.

Suddenly he knelt on one knee, raised his head sharply, and raised his hands high:

"Great God's Spell!"

Xiao Wanfeng's pupils shook.

In his shaking eyes, he quickly saw a disintegrating body and a guy who came out of his chest and head and was combing his hair with a comb.

The South Region is evil, but it doesn't seem to be this evil.

Is this really an evil spell that the Feng Family City guards can deal with?

"Fuck him!"

Xiao Wanfeng turned and ran.