On the long street, in the drizzle, the colorful oil-paper umbrellas are constantly changing like a long dragon. Although the warriors are full of vitality and have a smallpox initiation, they can avoid raindrops, but they will always swing to other places, and everyone will "swing" together. ", it's a bit strange. Shun Sui Tian Di is naturally also a kind of practice sometimes.
Xin Zhuo didn't have an umbrella and didn't know where to buy one.
Li Guangling and Gou Xianxian didn't follow either. They were afraid of death and didn't dare to come. In terms of loyalty, the two of them were still very good.
He estimated the time, fearing that it was past the hour, so he had to quicken his pace. He had just turned a long street here when suddenly there was an exclamation in front of him, and large pieces of oil-paper umbrellas were blown into the air in a mess, and someone shouted angrily. , and it stopped in an instant.
I saw two figures, one black and one white, passing by in the mid-air. Their speed was astonishing, and their momentum was like wild beasts. There were traces of indescribable and extremely powerful martial charm in them.
Two masters who have surpassed the five realms of devastation and human beings, fighting for their lives in pursuit?
"Dangdang..."
Umbrellas were in a mess all around, and the glazed tiles on the palaces on both sides of the street were rising and falling, shaking endlessly.
The two figures were in the distance in an instant, but Xin Zhuo could still see clearly at a glance. One of them was Han Jiulang in armor, and the other seemed to be a woman, dressed in white, but with two horns on her head, looking weird. .
Not only that, the young master Wu Tiange and seven or eight others who were facing Dayuan to the east were like a rainbow. They rolled up rain all over the sky and chased and intercepted them from the other direction. The terrifying murderous intention filled half of the city.
"Jiusihai, Donglin Dayuan, Taichong Holy Land and Zijin Holy Land joined forces to chase a woman? What happened?"
There were warriors in front who were surprised and confused.
Someone said: "It has been a long time since the masters of Cave Heaven were born in the holy land of the world. It is normal for some evil people from ancient times to come. It is said that there will be thousands of races coming in the future. This is the beginning of the true prosperity of martial arts."
Everyone recalled their umbrellas and dispersed. Xin Zhuo looked at the direction where Han Jiulang and his group were leaving, and felt a little confused. When he had not come to the Holy City before, he had seen so many masters gathered in the Holy City. He thought they were all gone. They came here for the secret scriptures of Buddhism, or some Ten Thousand Stones Conference, in order to discover more precious true sources. However, in the past few days, I have discovered that these people do not seem to be particularly keen on open source.
So, what is their purpose in gathering in the Holy City?
…
"Fengxian Pavilion" stone square.
More than a dozen masters from super sects, holy lands, and caves have been waiting in the attic for a long time. Thousands of masters from the other side on the pavilion path below are also watching silently, with confused expressions.
"Susu..."
Ji Bixuan, the king of Daqianjing, held an umbrella and stood silently in the middle of the white jade stone road. The drizzle kept beating on the umbrella. His face was extremely calm, as calm as if he was silent.
Behind him were seven or eight masters of Daqian, all of whom looked gloomy. One of them, an old man with a sharp voice, said: "Why do you need to wait, Your Highness? You have lost face in vain. Maybe he has slipped away long ago."
Ji Pixuan chuckled: "First of all, I feel that he is still in the city. Secondly, he is worth waiting. I must at least prove that he is a idiot and a coward."
The slender-waisted lady in palace attire, Ji Min, her eyelids trembled slightly as she said, "Your Highness..."
Ji Pixuan looked at her: "Don't talk, I don't want to listen to you. You have been with His Majesty since you were a child, and you have learned to be as stubborn as her."
The expressions of Ji Min and a group of old men changed slightly: "Your Highness, be careful what you say!"
Ji Pixuan shrugged.
"Brother Ji!"
The window lattice of an attic not far away suddenly opened, making a soft "squeaking" sound, and the surrounding warriors looked around.
I saw Chu Youyun, the young master of the Chu family of the ancient Beihai emperor, leaning on the window sill, cracking melon seeds, with black hair hanging down on his temples, swaying with the wind and rain, and asked: "Who are you waiting for? Who makes you so patient? I'm really curious down here."
"Stop being curious, don't look away, you are making noise!" Ji Pixuan was not in the mood to be polite at all.
The warriors from all directions were stunned for a moment. The descendant of the ancient queen of Beihai, the young master of the super clan from ancient times, and the mere Prince Daqian were so...
Chu Youyun was also startled for a moment, and stopped eating melon seeds.
After living for so long, no one dared to speak to him like this.
"His Royal Highness Prince Jing!"
It is said that the master died in humiliation. A slave from his hometown behind him said coldly: "Please be more polite to my young master, it will save the two families a bad look."
Ji Pixuan chuckled, as if he was joking, but what he said was shocking: "Why should I be polite to you bunch of idiots? I'm in a very bad mood right now. If you piss me off, I'll kill you." You Chu family, shave off all the beards of your saints and use them as donkeys for me to ride on!"
"You...our Chu family has more than just saints!" The old man was furious.
Ji Pixuan said lightly: "Pull your Holy Master out of the dog hole and raise him as a dog."
The old man's face turned pale.
"His Royal Highness Prince Jing is so angry that he doesn't allow anyone to speak."
Chu Youyun, who dominated thirty-eight thousand miles north and was known as the second genius, suddenly lowered the window lattice and spoke softly like a little girl.
There was silence all around, and thousands of people were even breathing much softer.
It's just that many people have a bit of curiosity on their faces. The Chu family, the descendants of the ancient emperor of Beihai, and the Daqian Holy Dynasty don't seem to be on the same level...
When did the Daqian Holy Dynasty become so overbearing?
"Pap..."
At this time, there was a slight sound of footsteps suddenly coming from the direction of the courtyard gate. The crowd looked around and saw that the person who came was a young man with an ordinary face, wearing a green cloth robe, with long black hair casually tied into a high ponytail, walking towards him with bare hands.
"Is it him?" someone asked.
It's him!
Ji Pixuan, who had just become furious, suddenly showed a smile on his face and said, "I knew you would come."
Xin Zhuo frowned and looked at Ji Pixuan's whole body carefully. Sure enough, the grandson recognized his new disguised face at a glance. How did he recognize it? Some kind of mysterious martial arts?
At this time, when he arrived at Ji Pixuan's side, he glanced at the densely packed high-level warriors around him and the countless fiery glances from overtly and covertly. He felt his scalp numb. There were too many masters. If something went wrong, he would have no place to run. He suppressed his fear. Said: "Let's be more economical, how to bet?"
Ji Pixuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and said: "This is Fengxian Pavilion, the largest stone workshop in the Holy City. There are all kinds of embryonic stones for heaven, earth, people, A, B, and C. Let's choose a hundred pieces, three chances for each person, and the winner of the four will be the winner. how?"
Xin Zhuo shook his head and said, "It's too troublesome!"
"Oh?" Ji Pixuan chuckled, "How do you want to bet? You might as well tell me!"
Xin Zhuo thought about it for a while and said: "Bring all the stone embryos from Fengxian Pavilion, and we can determine the outcome with one stone!"
"what ever!"
Ji Pi ,Come with me……"
Xin Zhuo interrupted: "If you win, just pay me 10,000 yuan for the true source of heaven level or above!"
The smile on Ji Pixuan's face disappeared a little and said: "Okay!"
Said and waved: "Shilai!"
Countless eyes around them were staring at the two of them, whispering for a while.
Ji Pixuan, the king of Daqianjing, has been stationed in the Holy City for a long time. Although he is not a master of the true source, he has the miraculous ability to detect the true source. This person is just a nobody, how can he dare to make such a big bet?
There are still two chapters left, which will be released at three o'clock.
(End of chapter)
