THE SHOCKING VENOMOUS CONSORT
Chapter 383: Local Spoils
“But if Elder Ling shoots, I fear they will be in danger,” Gao Yushi asks anxiously. He heard that something was hidden in Grandpa's words, but he also knew that Grandpa was unwilling to explain that it would prove that it was not the time for him to know it, so he didn't ask much.
“Are you afraid they are in danger, or are you afraid of the wind and the trail?” Gao Canghan asked playfully.
"Grandfather, I told you the right thing," Gao Yushi blushed and grinned.
"Relax, you also know Ling Chuxi's temperament, since she dared to come, of course she has a certain degree of certainty, even if Elder Ling did, she might not be able to deal with it," gao Canghan said with a kind heart.
"But I heard that Elder Ling has a hidden treasure inside, which is very powerful, just in case ..." Gao Yushi is still uncomfortable.
"In any case, it would be fine if he didn't shoot. If he really wanted to shoot, the treasure would return to its original owner," Gao Canghan casually said.
“Back to the original owner?” Gao Yushi was confused by grandfather's vague words.
"Yes, it's about going back to the original owner. After all, you don't have to worry about this. Just look slowly." Gao Canghan obviously didn't want to explain too much.
“Oh.” Gao Yushi had been very intelligent ever since he was young, but today he heard Grandpa's words, but it was a mess, and he couldn't understand it.
"Also, if you're uncomfortable, you can help them if you want to help. Some things still have to be done alone" Gao Canghan smiled and said to Gao Yushi.
“Hah.” Gao Yushi's face turned slightly red, and the nymph mosquito pursed its lips. He understood this, and what Grandfather said was naturally a matter without a trace of wind.
“Oke, you first, I have to think of a few more things,” Gao Canghan waved her hand.
The figure of Gao Yu's poem gradually disappeared, Gao Canghan gazed into the distance, his eyes deepening and deepening, and getting further and further away.
A beautiful and cold figure appeared before the eyes, walking among the clouds.
“After many years, it should be returned to its original owner.” Gao Canghan's eyes only revealed warmth, muttering in front of relatives.
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“Xiuer, this sword, Ling Ling Jun Xiu, suits you, for you.” As soon as the door of the Canglang Sect came out, Ling Chuxi and the others walked across the stone bridge and started dividing the money on the spot. By the way, Ling Chuxi saw that even though Gao Canghan was howling behind, she did not plan to catch up with him settling the bill. It seemed like the old man could not afford to lose this person, haha! Really profitable!
“Thank you, Sect Master.” Su Xiuer noticed Ling Chuxi as a trick, and turned into an ancient but light and flexible longsword, and was shocked.
This was the sword chosen by Ling Chuxi from Canglang Zongzang Hyogo. The quality is stronger than the original. I don't know how many. Su Xiuer even dreamed of having a good sword. How is he unhappy? expect.
“Yanhua, this is for you.” Ling Chuxi continued to change her tricks and handed the long sword to Su Yanhua.
"Yili, you used a short sword. What about this dagger? You can get used to it." Ling Chuxi gave Yili a dagger with a unique shape.
“Used, of course, used.” Yili took it mercilessly, playing with it admirably. This dagger was forged by pure gold and silver, and its quality was only slightly lower than what Ling Chuxi had sent to Huangfu to clean the handle. Together with the animal arts of the Blood Beast Sect, he would exert his unimaginable strength.
Su Yanhua and the others looked at Ling Chuxi's serious gaze and wanted to laugh, but could not laugh a little. After thinking for a long time, he finally came to a conclusion: everyone can play Yin, do not play with Ling Chuxi, Otherwise, he must help him count money, Gao Sect Master is the best example.
The fog on the Canglang Zong stone bridge was filled with water, through the thick fog, everything seemed to blur.
Just as Ling Chuxi and the others were about to leave, intensive footsteps rang out, and a swaying figure greeted us.
These people had different clothes, clearly belonged to different ancestors, and most of the powers were at Tianyuan pinnacle, and one of them had reached the master level. Judging from their strength and attitude, they all had to be leaders.
And the old man wearing the Canglang Sect robe had the strength of a teacher.
Both sides stopped unconsciously at the same time and looked at each other.
Behind an arrogant old woman, Ling Chuxi saw a young man who seemed to have met her. At this moment, the young man looked at Ling Chuxi with burning eyes.
"Master of the Blue Palace, he was the assassin who killed Ling Yan's sister, Ling Chuxi." The young man pointed towards Ling Chuxi for a moment, and said to the old woman in front of him with hatred on her face.
“Ye Qingyun!” As soon as he spoke, Ling Chuxi remembered who the young man was.
Ye Qingyun, the young patriarch of the Heavenly Sect, was also a pursuer of Qing Lingyan. He originally wanted to shoot himself in Nanxia Kingdom, but was rejected by Wei Madman with three words.
Thinking about the relationship between Ye Qingyun and Qing Lingyan's identities, Ling Chuxi did not feel strange about her hatred in her eyes, but she did not put it in her eyes at all. In the early days of Tianyuan, the so-called master who was raised by magic herbs and raised in a greenhouse, and Ling Yichen and the others were basically two concepts. As long as Ling Chuxi was willing, a sword could kill a single line.
"OK, okay, it turns out you are Ling Chuxi. You really have no place to break through the iron shoes. You should come here without effort. Today, the old woman was going to ask for justice for Ling Yan."
Ling Chuxi reacted at once, it turned out that the old woman was the owner of Hanyue Palace and Qingling Yan's grandmother. Her only lover died at the hands of Ling Chuxi, and it was no wonder she was so angry.
As Palace Master Hanyue screamed, several other people also showed their poor looks, each one unleashing their momentum.
Ling Chuxi heard what he said, and it wasn't long before they arrived at the Canglang Sect. Palace Master Hanyue and the others came after that. Apparently someone reported the news. If they guess correctly, if they guess correctly, this person should be in front. The master of the Canglang Sect was a master.
“Do not worry,” said Ling Chuxi unchanged, and said firmly.
Among these people, unless the old man vaguely reached the realm of the teacher, the others were not afraid. As long as the overlord of the kingdom Grand Master of the Canglang Sect did not shoot, he was sure that no one could guard them.
And will he shoot? After thinking a little, Ling Chuxi let go of her heart.
Contrary to the concerns of Ling Yichen and the others, Lord Han Yuegong and the others were calm and composed, and seemed to have full confidence in He Busi.
In the Zongmen Holy Realm, He Busi's strength was not the strongest, but when it came to fame, he could definitely be compared to the long-known masters. The reason was simple, that is, his strength far exceeded ordinary Tianyuan pinnacle and was very close to the master level.
For many years, no master of the Tianyuan realm would be able to obtain benefits under his staff.Even masters at the early stages of teachers would have some difficulties under his recklessness. Reputation of a master.
Palace Lord Hanyue looked at Ling Chuxi with a cruel pleasure: the late Tianyuan! At this age, being able to reach the last days of Tianyuan was also a rare mage in the Holy Land for a hundred years. Unfortunately, this witch will soon disappear. This is the end of my infanticide Ling Yan!
By the way, among everyone, the calmest was Ling Chuxi under the sword.
At the moment He Busi shot out, under the force of the powerful sword, Ling Chuxi also felt a little uncomfortable, but soon, this unease was replaced by a huge shock.
He Busi stayed at Tianyuan pinnacle for decades, even the Tianyuan spirit had reached its limit, but the artistic conception of martial arts was still piling up and improving. To be promoted to Grandmaster, He Busi spent all of his brain in these years and tried his best to explore the advantages and disadvantages of hundreds of schools, he said, and the concept of his martial arts far exceeded Tianyuan's ordinary peak.
It was for this reason that He Busi was called the first master under his master. By the way, his martial arts conception is not inferior to a true master teacher like Xiang Yuanmu.
Finding the treasure! This time I really found the treasure!
If he did not kill the grandchildren of others, Ling Chuxi really wanted to hug the two pro Han Yuegong. This old lady was very reasonable, knowing that she was looking for a master to recruit swords, so she sent such a life target. Anyone who could treat a master like a grindstone would probably become Ling Chuxi alone.
If the old lady of Hanyue Palace knew the activities in Ling Chuxi's heart, she would spit out three liters of blood.
An opponent with higher strength could also help Ling Chuxi to better understand the ancient sword, but the problem was that an opponent like Xiang Yuanmu was strong enough to face him, Ling Chuxi. It is a blessing to have the opportunity to understand the intent of the sword, to be able to play as a pig and eat a tiger and be lucky.
But He Busi was different now, he clearly had the martial arts concept of the master realm, but it was only the strength of Tianyuan realm, that is, to help Ling Mengxi maximize the understanding of the meaning of the ancient sword without danger. Where to find a living baby? This was the only one in the entire Zongmen Holy Realm.
Ling Chuxi had originally planned to directly use the falling clouds to fight the spiral, or the Cangyuan swordsman shot the old man half-dead, come knocking on the mountain and killing the tiger to give them some nice look. Ling Chuxi was reluctant to begin his artistic conception of martial arts. He would accidentally kill her or kill her or be afraid of her. Where can he find the treasures of a very good life? How can I use it enough? Let him cool when he's done.
With ancient swordsmanship imprinted in martial arts, Danxin's heart and sea of mind and spirit, Ling Chuxi discovered a small flaw in his opponent's swordsmanship, and he could not avoid He Wusi's sword that seemed to rumble at the same time, with its elegant appearance and relaxed look.
“Yes, if you don't do it, then don't blame me for being rude.” Ling Chuxi did not know what He Busi was thinking, however, it was determined that he would not do it first, so he had to do it himself first. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain? Ling Chuxi vomited in her heart, but that was no way to continue this stalemate.
A sword of dust that fell out of its scabbard and pierced towards He Busi as a crate. In order to squeeze out the remaining value from the old man, Ling Chuxi did not use the Cangyuan sword technique, but the Jindan Sect's sword technique, and deliberately controlled Tianyuan's spirit. This sword seemed to be extremely beautiful and extraordinary, but in fact it did not exert its most powerful strength in Tianyuan, only slightly stronger than Tianyuan in the middle.
Ling Chuxi deliberately left a flaw and wanted He Wusi to make a move.
Sure enough, when he saw Ling Chuxi's sword, He Busi's eyes lit up, it was clear he found flaws in it, but Ling Chuxi suddenly did not take the opportunity to make a move, but lightly blocked this A sword, and then turned around, still keeping a distance with Ling Chuxi.
Ling Chuxi's mouth twitched, what did this old man do? Did he not know that the master only won on the front lines? I couldn't catch such a good opportunity. Ling Chuxi muttered in her heart, and then attacked He Busi one by one.
The glow of the sword light was dazzling. Under Ling Chuxi's deliberate control, even though it wasn't a flaw, it would always reveal one or two minor flaws by accident.
However, He Busi did not seem to notice it, only blindly dodging Ling Chuxi's attack, and his facial expression became more and more dignified.
As a result, a silly scene occurred. He Busi, who was the main leader of Tianyuan and was known as the first ruler of Zongmen Shengjing, was forced to jump around by Ling Chuxi at the end of Tianyuan alone, and play hide and seek. Cat, his facial expression is getting frenzied.
“God sick!” Ling Chuxi was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood. What happened to this old man? I thus understand Jianyi, not to hide from your family. Please pull the sword and lift it! Hurry up and show me how you are now! Request abuse!
“He Guzhu, what are you doing?” Ling Chuxi was not crazy, but Hanyue Gongzhu was crazy.
As for Ling Chuxi's strength, if he did it himself, he would take revenge for Qingling Yan, but the old man had to stab him, and now he was forced to hide and hide by others. No, what does this mean? Did you intentionally create a problem?
"Huh, what do you know? Although the old sword was not developed with all its might, but the sword inside was the result of a lifetime of cultivation. Over the past 50 years, he has gone even further. Underneath it, no one could easily avoid it. Do you think his strength is very simple on the surface? "He Busi snorted and said to Palace Master Hanyue and the others," I was worried that the old man would take action. There was no doubt that he would die today. "
I must say that He Busi was a man with good eyesight.From that sword, he could see that Ling Chuxi's strength was not simple. But is this warning too much?
It was only at that moment that Ling Chuxi knew that the speed of his body, which was better than walking on the court at first, triggered a huge shock in He Busi's mind.
"I'll remove it! The old man thought like this! How strange!" Ling Chuxi finally understood that the old man refused to shoot, and turned out to be afraid himself. Looking at the cautious old man's face, Ling Chuxi could not help but cry and barely scold.