"Old Immortal Xingxiu, Ding Chunqiu!"
Sima Wei held the corpse in his arms, his expression constantly changing, and his expression was very gloomy.
At this moment, in Song Xuan's field of vision, a team of up to a hundred people appeared at the end of the street, including men and women, most of whom were in their teens or twenties. Both men and women looked extremely handsome.
These people's auras were strong and powerful, and they had a formidable aura. It was obvious that they had many lives under their control.
Right in front of the crowd, there were eight disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, each holding a hand, carrying a simple bronze chariot sedan engraved with images of mountains, rivers, clouds, seas, and ancient immortals and gods.
The eight people walked steadily and breathed long, carrying the bronze chariot sedan that weighed thousands of kilograms without any sway. As they walked, they chanted slogans such as 'Xingxu Old Immortal, boundless magic power'.
Hundreds of disciples of the Xingxiu Sect behind the chariot and sedan chair chanted slogans while constantly throwing flower petals to both sides. Colorful petals fell from the sky, just like an immortal descending to earth and raining flowers from the sky to celebrate.
Song Xuan looked around and saw an old man with white hair and childish face sitting cross-legged on the bronze chariot sedan. His white clothes were floating, and there was a faint bright light lingering around him. It seemed that he was about to become an immortal at any time.
"It's quite a grand occasion!"
Song Xuan chuckled. In terms of pretentiousness, Xingxu Old Immortal Ding Chunqiu was even better than Ouyang Feng.
I have to say that this Ding Chunqiu is really a good man. Although he looks quite old and has white hair, his appearance is not much different from that of a young man in his twenties and thirties. His handsome face matches that The demeanor of the deputy immortal really gives people the illusion of being a Taoist.
Ordinary people who don't know his true story will really worship Ding Chunqiu as a living god.
Ding Chunqiu was born in the Xiaoyao Sect. Although he was a rebellious disciple, raped his master, murdered his master, and did many bad things, he had learned the Xiaoyao Sect's preference for handsome men and beautiful women.
Song Xuan glanced at the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect that this old guy had recruited, but he couldn't find any ugly ones.
Ding Chunqiu held the glass wine glass in his hand and drank leisurely while staring at Sima Wei with a free and uninhibited smile and laughing.
"Old Taoist Sima, if you can't do it, you should abdicate and make way for someone more worthy. What else can the Qingcheng faction do in your hands besides being embarrassed?"
Sima Wei's face was gloomy, "Ding Chunqiu, what does the matter of my Qingcheng faction have to do with you? You are too lenient in your control!"
Ding Chunqiu chuckled and said, "To practice Taoism, you are practicing the ten-thousand-year-old bastard way, right? If you do this, what's the point of living for thousands of years?"
Before Sima Wei could speak, Ding Chunqiu continued: "You are a coward, but I am not a coward, Old Immortal. I am just a young descendant. Even if he cultivated in his mother's womb, how powerful can he be!
You are afraid of his name, but I am not afraid of the old immortal! "
With a movement, Ding Chunqiu appeared above the bronze chariot, and his eyes fell on Song Xuan.
"Song Xuan, I have heard of your reputation."
"Killing a million people sounds bluffing, but in fact, what you killed were all unworthy minions, and they are not worth mentioning at all."
Song Xuan glanced at him, "Oh, what next?"
"To tell you the truth, I am a guest of the magistrate of Sichuan and Chongqing. I have been worshiped by him for more than ten years. If you make trouble here, you are not giving me face!"
"Don't say that I bully the small, now I'll give you a chance to survive!
I still need a boy who can play the flute, are you willing? "
Ding Chunqiu kept looking at Song Xuan. This was the first time he had seen a young man with such a top-notch appearance and temperament after traveling around the world for so many years.
Perhaps, only when his master Wu Yazi was young could he compare with this boy named Song.
As a Yangou who inherited the style of Xiaoyao School, Ding Chunqiu felt a love for talents in his heart.
Behind Ding Chunqiu, drums, harps, shengxiao, and the sound of suona, flute, and piano did not stop. On the contrary, as Ding Chunqiu appeared, the music played by everyone became more high-pitched and exciting.
In particular, one of the girls standing near the front had pigtails on her head, her hair was dyed colorful, and she was dressed in a non-mainstream style. She played the suona as hard as she could, her cheeks bulging and red.
Ding Chunqiu was very satisfied with this attitude of working hard and trying to show off in front of the old immortal Xingxiu.
You have to accept disciples like this. Only if the disciples work hard enough, ancestor, I can become an immortal as soon as possible.
Song Xuan looked very calm and just asked casually, "Ouyang Feng, one of the five great masters of the Southern Song Dynasty, is dead. Do you know?"
"Ouyang Feng?" Ding Chunqiu was stunned for a moment, "I heard that he was promoted to the Grandmaster realm two years ago and entered the ranks of top Grandmasters. When did he die?
Could it be that I have offended the Grand Master? "
As an expert in using poison, Ding Chunqiu had naturally studied Ouyang Feng's situation.
His own Qigong Transformation Technique coupled with Poison Kung Fu has few rivals in the Grandmaster realm. Similarly, Ouyang Feng's combination of Toad Kung Fu and Poison Kung Fu is also extremely good.
Although he had never fought against Ouyang Feng, he knew that the strength of the two should be roughly the same. Even if they were stronger or weaker, the gap was not big.
Ouyang Feng, who was similar in strength to himself, died, which made him feel nervous.
What does this guy named Song mean when he suddenly talks about Ouyang Feng?
"So you don't know!"
Song Xuan suddenly smiled. No wonder Ding Chunqiu dared to be so arrogant, and even dared to say that he wanted to be the flute boy.
I thought he had some expert behind him to rely on, and he felt confident. He did it for a long time, purely out of ignorance and fearlessness.
Apparently, the news that he had crushed Ouyang Feng to death with one hand had not yet reached the Northern Song Dynasty.
But it doesn't matter, Ding Chunqiu's reputation is big enough, and the effect of squeezing him to death is not bad.
Seeing that Song Xuan had no intention of giving in, Ding Chunqiu snorted coldly, "I've given you the opportunity, but it's a pity that you don't cherish it. It just so happens that I don't have a poison cauldron to test the medicine, so I'll choose you!"
Ding Chunqiu had killed countless people. Since he couldn't reach an agreement, he didn't want to talk nonsense anymore. He struck out with one hand, and the emerald green palm force was like a cloud bomb exploding out of thin air. The green clouds and mist in the sky suddenly rolled up, and the poisonous mist spread. It turned into a tornado, whirled up, and headed towards Song Xuan.
"Boy, how does my gong-transforming method feel like? Hahaha!"
Ding Chunqiu smiled proudly.
The Huigong Dafa is an evil skill that he evolved from the Beiming Divine Art of the Xiaoyao Sect. The palm power contains the power of Huigong and poison. When the poison is introduced into the human body, even a martial arts master cannot The hands and feet are numb, the meridians are damaged, and the true energy cannot be used.
The true energy in the victim's body will either be exhausted in an instant, or he will die on the spot, or he will die after wailing for several months.
As for life or death, it all depends on what he, the spell caster, wants.
