Chapter 455 Brother~

"I lost it!"

The shocking five words directly hit everyone's eardrums.

The whole place was blown away.

At this time, whether they were watching the show, those who looked annoyed, those who had missed a step, or those who were still hesitant, they all looked up, trying to find the first person who dared to take the lead.

Xu Xiaoshou looked over in surprise.

He really had no hope at all.

He was very clear about the different concepts between nine-nine-eight and one thousand.

Same reason.

One hundred million, this kind of slogan just sounds like a dream, but Xu Xiaoshou actually shouted it to realize his dream.

I never thought that there are people in the world who can realize dreams.

This person would actually appear in front of him and even help him realize his dream?

However, his gaze was fixed, and Xu Xiaoshou was stunned.

The person who spoke out was a young man, neither tall nor thin, with a medium build, holding a cane in his hand. He was probably a few years older than him.

On one side is a woman in a white shirt who is more than half a head shorter.

Both of these two people were equipped with spiritual tools to prevent prying eyes. Their spiritual thoughts could not tell the reason, and even their faces were blurred.

But Xu Xiaoshou's "perception" brought an extremely familiar feeling.

His gaze was fixed on the man's crutch.

Even though this thing has been changed again and changed beyond recognition.

As a true ancient sword cultivator, how could Xu Xiaoshou not be able to discover that unique and everlasting aura of a famous sword?

"Tears?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart tightened.

The famous sword recognizes its master.

What's more, the Tears Shuangxing I saw at that time was able to defeat Ye Xiaotian, the giant of the Spirit Palace, by relying on all kinds of treasures with his sword sect cultivation.

It is impossible for such a person to change the owner of a famous sword in such a short period of time.

Therefore, he must belong to the "Holy Slave" Tears!

If so, who is this woman next to me?

Xu Xiaoshou could guess it by thinking about it with his toes.

"Lorere!"

"These two guys..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt uncomfortable.

The difficulty of the White Cave is already terrifying enough. If these two guys come to interfere, it will definitely make it worse!

Others can say that they are here for a trial.

But if the "Saint Slave" appears here, you have to say that these two people are here to experience themselves...

What a ghost!

Wouldn't it fit the personality of a "holy slave" if he didn't turn the white cave upside down?

On the other hand, look back at the scene of Tears tearing open a crack in the void and taking Lorelei to escape.

What the hell, if they go in and complete their mission, will no one pick them up when they come out?

Xu Xiaoshou's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

At that time, I came to pick up undercover Lorelei in tears.

Now that the White Cave is open, the two of them are on a mission? Who will appear in the end? Who else?

"Masked man!"

"Or Cenchov!"

Xu Xiaoshou felt so tired. This damn white cave hadn't started yet? How come he had already seen the world war coming?

"Brother, do you really mean what you said?"

If it were anyone else? Xu Xiaoshou was determined not to ask this question.

After all, if you give the other party a way out, maybe your 100 million will really be wasted.

But the two lines of tears are different.

Xu Xiaoshou thought about what if he could really refuse 100 million, but instead let these two unstable factors not enter...

Seems? Not bad?

But another thought? Without this exquisite stone, wouldn't they be able to get in?

well!

No solution!

"really."

Tears Shuangxing didn't even hesitate at all and spoke directly.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no movement at all. A golden light flew out from his cuffs and pointed directly in the direction of Xu Xiaoshou.

"Click!"

Xu Xiaoshou pinched it with two fingers.

A card.

Xin Gugu raised his head at the right time, but after his pupils shrank, he suddenly retreated.

Seeing this, Mu Zixi couldn't help but stand on tiptoes, and then paused.

"Cursed? Passive value, +1."

She had to use the Lingyuan gauntlet to hold Xu Xiaoshou's shoulders and signal him to lower his height. Only then did she see the content on the card.

With a twitch in his heart, Mu Zixi silently put his feet back and looked at Xin Gugu with shock in his eyes.

Nine digits!

"Being envied? Passive value, +2."

"Mom?"

Ajie turned his head behind him and stood on tiptoes. Then he looked at the back of Xu Xiaoshou's head and stood up obediently with his arms crossed.

It didn't understand what the two people beside it were looking at.

"Mom..."

Xu Xiaoshou pinched another card from Duojin Trading Company, feeling anxious.

I thought that if I really got 100 million, I would be so happy that I would be so happy.

He is not happy at all now.

But let’s talk about returning this card...

Not even that.

Silently putting the gold card away, Xu Xiaoshou took out the two exquisite stones from his chest, raised them once, and then retracted them.

"Brother, do you sell your crutches?"

This sudden question made everyone a little stunned.

Involuntarily, everyone's eyes focused on Lei Shuangxing's ordinary crutch.

The same is true for Lan Ling and Xin above the void.

Unlike the crowd of onlookers below who couldn't figure out what was going on.

The two of them felt something was wrong with just one glance.

But neither of them were swordsmen, so even if they noticed something was wrong, they couldn't immediately see what it was.

"Sword?"

Xin scratched his bald head.

He had killed so many people, but he could feel a faint sword intent on this cane for the first time.

It was ridiculous.

Cane and sword, how could they be the same thing?

Lan Ling suddenly understood.

She was still a little puzzled, but Xin's words really opened her mind.

"Famous sword!"

"If I guess correctly, famous sword, the God-pulling Cane!"

Xin was stunned, then relieved.

"It seems... yes!"

"I have indeed heard of the legend of the 'God-pulling Cane'. It seems that this thing does not look like a sword, but a thin cone, which is extremely sharp."

"But the most terrifying thing about this thing is that it is not used to stab, but to pull."

"It is said that the last sword holder and the God-pulling Cane have a perfect fit. After the Heaven's Solution, even one cane can pull out the completely condensed Taixu power!"

Xin pondered: "So, the cane is just a shell, and the real mystery is inside?"

Lan Ling nodded.

Although it was just a guess.

But with his experience of seeing many famous swords, it would be better if Xu Xiaoshou didn't say anything.

This said, a note.

Even if there was only a trace of the breath emitted by the cane, it was still possible to see some clues.

Lan Ling was a little surprised.

"Which one is this?"

"The first two famous swords that were not concealed should be from the sword tomb, which is understandable."

"I haven't seen Xu Yue Huigong yet. They shouldn't come. If they come, they must be preparing to sneak across."

"But this one..."

Lan Ling frowned: "Which family holds the God-drawing Cane?"

Xin pondered for a while and hesitated: "The last sword holder, if I remember correctly, was the Taixu family of the Central Region, the Lei family?"

"The Lei family?" Lan Ling's heart skipped a beat.

Xin nodded and said uncertainly: "But the Lei family, wasn't it destroyed..."

"Shh!"

Lan Ling instantly used spiritual energy to silence Xin.

Xin was startled and turned his head to look, but saw Lan Ling slowly shaking his head and saying nothing.

He was a little surprised.

I had heard that there was something mysterious about the change in the Lei family, otherwise the mainland would not have kept silent about it.

Lan Ling seemed to know something?

Xin did not ask.

Since they have done this, I think there are some things that cannot be said.

"Maybe it has changed its owner."

He speculated: "After all, a famous sword can identify a person. If... there is no one in that family who can inherit it, it is understandable that the famous sword will be passed down."

Lan Ling nodded, but did not respond.

She did not dare to discuss it any more.

...

Lei Shuangxing's gray face hidden under the spiritual tool was very hideous, like a ghost running out of the abyss, even the facial features were blurred.

Others could not see any expression, but Luo Leilei on the side felt this short silence.

Something was wrong.

Luo Leilei frowned.

The two red-clothed people above her seemed to be communicating with spiritual thoughts, and she could not hear anything.

But the masked straw hat man opposite...

How did this guy see that Brother Shuangxing was drawing the magic stick?

That was something that was sealed by the chief monk himself. It would only be exposed when encountering a pure sword cultivator in red.

Theoretically, it would not attract attention before entering the White Cave.

But this guy, judging from his voice, is not very old, and his cultivation must not be that of a throne or a slasher. How could he be so sharp?

Forget being sharp...

"Did he do it on purpose?"

Luo Leilei did not use his spiritual thoughts, but his eyes slightly looked up at the two red-robed men above.

"Is he reminding the two of them?"

Although he did not know why Brother Shuangxing suddenly became silent, it was just that he was recognized as a famous sword, which was not a big deal.

But Luo Leilei still slightly touched Lei Shuangxing's arm, indicating that there should be some movement.

If he paused any longer, nothing would become something.

Lei Shuangxing's ears moved slightly, and he came back to his senses.

"Not for sale."

His words were still flat, even without any emotion.

"Is that so? That's a pity."

Xu Xiaoshou sighed softly and said enviously: "I think you look so impressive walking with a cane like this. I'll get one next time, haha."

"Cursed, passive value, +2."

"Despised, passive value, +1310."

"Slandered, passive value, +2118."

No matter how the other party reacted, Xu Xiaoshou still threw the two exquisite stones in his hand.

The purpose of the reminder was achieved, that's all.

At least Hongyi knew that this guy had a famous sword, so he should have known that this was also a strong contender for "having four swords".

In the end, the attention paid to the two of them would definitely be more.

So.

On the one hand, it can well suppress the unknown actions of these two guys after entering the white cave.

On the other hand, relatively speaking, the attention paid to himself would be less.

"Really not selling?"

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Linglong Stone on the other side, feeling a little unsatisfied: "I have a lot of money."

"At worst, if you want to exchange it for Linglong Stone, I still have..."

"Cursed, passive value, +2."

Lei Shuangxing led Luo Leilei and went straight into the teleportation array without looking back.

"Still more?"

The onlookers were shocked.

Three Linglong stones have been sold. In addition, in this small area, the news of the battle at the gate of Bagongli Town has spread. Everyone knows that the "Cao Li" organization in front of them is definitely a genuine Linglong stone sales counter.

"Six have been sold, and there are more?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Suspected, passive value, +2480."

But no matter how much doubt they have in their hearts, the guys who just regretted not grabbing the Linglong stone can't help but look forward to it.

"Expected, passive value, +2261."

"..."

As expected, the information bar was refreshed crazily.

Xu Xiaoshou was not in a hurry.

After everyone's restlessness calmed down, he slowly took out two Linglong stones from his arms.

"Fuck!"

At this time, even the letter in the void was directly eyeballed.

Lan Ling was in the air, and her body shook suddenly, almost doubting her life.

Is this the Linglong stone sent by Hongyi?

Which guy sent it?

Could it be that he used connections?

Not to mention the people below.

"Admired, passive value, +2666."

"Envied, passive value, +2410."

"Envied, passive value, +2298."

"..."

"Everyone..."

Xu Xiaoshou smiled and opened his mouth. Before he could speak, a cold voice came down from above.

"No time to trade with you. Enter the formation quickly. The teleportation formation will be closed immediately!"

Xu Xiaoshou's face was bitter and he looked up: "Can't you wait a little longer?"

At this moment, even the people around him looked over with hope.

One person wants to sell, and a group of people want to buy.

It's great to have the best of both worlds!

"No."

"..."

Lan Ling felt like a sinner. Those angry eyes almost dismembered her on the spot.

However, rules are rules. Even if the masked straw hat man below took out ten exquisite stones at this moment, it is impossible to break this rule.

"Hurry in!"

She said, and her eyes turned to the other people.

"The rest, as long as you are a master-level spirit formation master, follow me to move positions immediately."

"Remember, you can also go in, but before the 'Thirty-Six Heavens Sealing Array' is unsealed, you are not qualified to leave the red team and walk around at will."

"Follow me!"

After saying that, Lan Ling flew up, and the attention of the guys below was immediately diverted.

Instantly, a large number of unknown spirit refiners from all over the world followed, holding the mentality of participating in a fight and breaking the formation by chance to get free.

Xin stayed where he was and pinched a formation talisman.

His eyes fell on Xu Xiaoshou.

The only guy missing was this one guy who was delaying time.

"Let's go!"

Xu Xiaoshou waved helplessly.

It's over.

This wave of leeks can only be harvested here.

He moved his feet.

The cold voice above immediately hit him.

"Two Linglong stones, you can only bring one more person!"

Xu Xiaoshou stopped immediately and looked back.

Indeed, he only brought Mu Zixi with him, that's right!

But such a horrible truth cannot be said directly.

Without saying much, he threw out four exquisite stones and disappeared at the entrance of the spirit array with all the people of the "Cao Li" organization.

"Fuck, what did I see just now?"

Although it was only a moment, the four beads flew up, just like four rounds of scorching suns suddenly rising in front of them, so dazzling.

Everyone was stunned.

"Four?"

"How many did he sell just now?"

"Three?"

"Yes, he also sold three at the town gate in front."

"That means, this guy alone has at least ten exquisite stones?"

"My god..."

After a few thumps, those guys who were still standing at the entrance of the spirit array and couldn't get in directly knelt down helplessly.

"What the hell is going on? Is it so infuriating?"

"One person took ten Baiku quotas?"

"Is this something a human would do?"

"Who is this guy?"

The whole audience was silent.

A strange rebuttal sounded suddenly in the field.

"In fact, this guy is not the most disgusting."

"Do you know, I heard that in Tiansang County, Tiansang City, there seems to be a more terrifying freak."

"What's wrong?" someone asked.

The man swallowed his saliva and said uncertainly: "He alone took eighteen Baiku quotas!"

"Hiss!"

Xin felt the coolness of the air, and rolled his eyes to the sky. He pinched the array talisman in his hand, and the teleportation array was instantly closed.

His figure also disappeared in an instant.

"Eighteen Baiku quotas?"

"Who are you trying to fool!"

"Eighth Sword Immortal didn't dare to be so awesome!"

...

There are small paths in the ancient city, and snakes and insects avoid the dead grass.

Three figures slowly walked out of an unknown abandoned city gate in a deserted place.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, blood spots can be vaguely seen on the bodies of the three people.

The leader is a masked man who is wrapped very tightly, as if he is afraid of being frozen.

This person even walks with his eyes squinted, as if he has contracted a serious illness.

His eyes are cloudy and yellow, like a dying person.

"I really didn't expect that this broken place could hide people!"

"And this sword, the name is really good."

"Crazy Carving Sword, chuckle..."

Next to him, there was a man holding an ancient book in one hand and laughing softly, holding a sword in the other hand and looking curiously...

A man?

This man was wearing a long red gauze skirt, and even his slender fingers were bent and sharp, very pretty.

His makeup was very elegant, with willow-shaped eyebrows and eyes like curved water.

Looking down, his chest was slender and his figure was graceful.

Even when he spoke, he looked like a lady from a noble family.

If it weren't for the protruding Adam's apple on his jade neck that was different from that of ordinary people and could not be concealed, I'm afraid everyone would have a wrong gender perception of him.

"Storyteller, can you shut up? I feel so scared when I hear you talking."

"Why did you come back? Isn't the Central Region fun? You have to come and get involved?"

"I'm here, isn't that enough!"

On the side of him, the old man with a small axe on his waist was roaring with goosebumps all over his body.

This old man looked very ordinary, nothing to say.

The woodcutters on the mountain all look like this.

"You dead woodcutter, what do you know?"

The man in the red skirt holding the ancient book tilted his head slightly, glared at the old man, and then said delicately:

"Isn't it because I'm worried about my brother's safety?"

"If Gou Wuyue hadn't come to the East Region, would he have to work so hard and suffer so much?"

As he said this, he moved closer to the masked man, put his slender hand on him gently, and then exhaled like orchid: "Brother, don't you think so?"

"Cough cough cough!"

The masked man coughed violently a few times, and the air immediately smelled of blood.

The two people beside him panicked immediately.

The old man cursed: "Storyteller, take your dirty hands away!"

The man in the red skirt was instantly angry, pointing his finger at the old man, and his voice became louder.

"Cen Qiaofu, you dead ghost, what are you talking about!"

"Where is I dirty?"

"I took a bath after killing someone just now. It's okay if you don't join me. I don't mind."

"You old man, you didn't take a bath, but you said I was dirty?"

Even when he was angry, his eyes were like autumn water, and his eyes were full of tears.

No matter how high the pitch was, the volume was not loud at all. Instead, it seemed like he was bullied, and he was about to fall on the masked man.

"Brother, the old woodcutter bullied me..."

Even if the masked man was seriously ill, he sped up a step.

Boom!

The man in the red skirt, who trusted his "brother" very much, was not prepared at all.

He planned to lean on the latter with all his strength, but he was caught off guard and made a mistake, and he fell directly to the ground.

Cen Qiaofu looked straight ahead, as if he didn't see the man at all, and stepped on his chest.

"Huh? What is that? A stone? It hurts so much?"

"You!"

The man in the red skirt was so angry that his face turned red. He panted and said, "You old man, I'll fight you!"

After that, he flipped open the ancient book in his hand.

With a bang, the void exploded directly, and the surging spiritual energy of heaven and earth was sucked dry in an instant.

In a flash, countless golden hieroglyphs gathered in the pages of the book.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the words merged and turned into a dark dragon head, passing through the boundaries of the pages and whistling towards Cen Qiaofu.

For a moment, the sky and the earth were covered, the sunset faded, and it went straight into the night.

"You are just a little bug, and you dare to be so rampant?"

Cen Qiaofu snorted coldly, not daring to hesitate, and took a few steps back and pulled out the small axe on his waist.

However, at the moment he raised it high, the dragon head tens of thousands of feet in size exploded directly in the void, turning into endless light spots and dispersing.

Cen Qiaofu's old face was not in time to be stunned.

With a "puff" sound, the man in the red skirt who was still lying on the ground spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He pointed at the old man in front of him with an orchid finger in disbelief.

"You, you actually attacked?"

Tsk!

Before the voice fell, the red skirt man's collar at the heart directly tore open, and he suddenly covered his chest.

"Brother, help me!"

The masked man was in front, and even through the mask, he could see his face twitching.

A trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, and then it was replaced by helplessness.

"Don't make trouble." He said weakly.

Cen Qiaofu shuddered, trembling, silently turned back the axe, and walked away from the two.

"Brother."

The man in the red skirt looked at the masked man and turned back. His pretty face was bitter. He covered his chest and cried: "It hurts so much..."

"Get up."

"I can't get up."

"Get up!"

"I need to be pulled to get up."

He stretched out his hand.

The masked man took a deep breath, stepped forward, and slowly reached out.

The man in the red skirt burst into laughter, carefully avoiding the thumb and holding the masked man's hand.

The intoxicating temperature came, and his pores were dilated.

"Hmm~"

"Get up!"

"You need to be pulled to get up... Um!"

The masked man pulled suddenly, and the man in the red skirt almost felt that his wrist was not broken, and even his breathing was interrupted.

"Brother," he breathed quickly, and suddenly smiled sweetly: "You are so strong."

The masked man: "..."

He left without looking back.

"Hey, wait for me!"

The man in the red skirt picked up the ancient book and rubbed his painful wrist, "Humph, damn ghost!"

Seeing that there was no intention to stay in front of him, he put his elbows on his chest and jogged over.

"Brother, this place is so far away from the White Cave. Do you want someone to fly on your back?"

"No need."

"But if you walk, it will take a long time!"

"Not urgent."

"People will be tired!"

"That's your business."

"Hmph! Ignore you!"

The man in the red dress put his hands on his hips and added: "Ignore you for a quarter of an hour!"

Before even a second had passed, he was so distressed that he started to speak again as he watched the masked man step by step.

"Brother's injury hasn't healed yet? He has fallen to the eighth realm of spiritual refining."

"It won't get better."

"I will give my brother some treatment later, and he should be able to stop his decline. At least he can return to his original state, and we can fly together!" He cheered.

"Need not."

The masked man shook his head: "Walk over like this, and when we get to the White Cave, we'll be almost ready to pick people up."