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Xie Xiangcai, holding a wooden sign, was alone among the crowd.
The heaven and earth here seem to be filled with clouds and mist and snowflakes flying. In fact, the entire Lotus Temple and the bottom of the Lotus Mountain are covered with a pool of hot springs. The hot springs dispel the coldness for several miles around.
As we walked further, the pavilions became sparser and sparse, and the flow of people also gradually decreased, until only a few people remained.
Xie Xiangcai took off his navy blue coat and hung it on his arm, revealing a white shirt, which was as white as snow.
The young master's black hair hangs down from his shoulders, and is only tied hastily by a strip of cloth as thick as a finger. Although it is simple, it is elegant and neat.
Xie Xiangcai turned three corners according to the directions on the wooden sign, including the southeast, southeast and northwest directions, and finally stopped in front of a leisurely garden hidden in a corner.
The courtyard is not big, and the pavilion behind the courtyard is not high, only two feet.
Xie Xiangcai pushed open the courtyard door, and warm wind blew in his face, mixed with a trace of moist water vapor.
He was a little stunned, looking around the exquisite courtyard, and his eyes fell on a place on the ground.
There was a pool of steaming hot springs there, with ripples on the water and several fist-sized bubbles emerging from time to time.
There is a wooden plaque standing in front of the hot spring. On the wooden plaque, one to seven are engraved from left to right. The first six numbers are all marked with a cross, and only the seventh number is empty.
Xie Xiangcai understood in his heart, wrapped a force around his fingertips, and drew a cross with the same shape on the number seven.
This courtyard was "occupied for a long time" by Immortal Immortal many years ago and was used as a residence for his disciples when they came here to win the title of King of Martial Arts.
The Yishan King-conferring Meeting is one of the largest and most valuable king-conferring meetings in the southern region of Daqing. Those who come here to compete for the title of King Wu are the most favored sons and the best among men within a radius of thousands or even thousands of miles.
However, what is despairing is that no matter how powerful the warriors who come to participate in the meeting are, they are ultimately defeated by the disciples of the Immortal Immortal without exception.
People often wonder: Hey, are these disciples of the Immortal Immortal Seat all monsters? Or is it that the "old immortal" from the Lotus Temple accepted the benefits of the Immortal Immortal and decided to take the title of King of Martial Arts?
When the eldest young master accepts doubts, the second young master will break them; when the second young master accepts doubts, the third young master will break them down.
The doubts that the Seventh Young Master now accepts have finally been broken by his junior brother.
Xie Xiangcai couldn't help but feel the pressure doubled.
After all, the first seven senior brothers have all come here to make friends with each other through martial arts. If I, a closed disciple, slip up at a critical moment, wouldn't it be detrimental to the sect?
The young man moved away from the hot spring and walked towards the back room.
The room was dark, so Xie Xiang lit the candle on the table in the middle, making the whole room bright.
He sat cross-legged on the futon in front of the candle lamp, formed seals with his hands, and drove the original power in the Baihui Pill to slowly flow through the meridians in his body, making up for the losses along the way.
An hour later, Xie Xiangcai just exhaled and retracted his power, and his body was once again filled with warm original power.
He stood up slowly and stretched his muscles.
The scroll recording the King Conference said that these selection conferences have strict requirements for the strength of participating warriors. Logically speaking, those whose strength exceeds the fifth realm cannot participate.
But on the way to his residence, Prime Minister Xie felt several extremely strong internal powers. This kind of internal power was not possessed by ordinary warriors of the four realms, but more like those possessed by those who broke through the realm.
Therefore, several fierce battles are unavoidable in this king-conferring meeting.
The young man clenched his fists. With his strength in the fourth realm, how confident could he be to deal with those "old foxes" who were about to reach the fifth realm, or who were forcibly compressing their cultivation in order to participate in the meeting?
Just to be on the safe side, 50%.
It's better to be careful when everything is done. Although Xie Xiangcai knew in his heart that his strength was even strong enough to fight among the five realm warriors, there was nothing wrong with being careful when everything was done.
Even if you suffer a loss and receive two punches, it is better than losing the game. Just like the white-haired little shopkeeper of the tavern said, "It's not that I won't retaliate, it's just that the time has not come yet."
As Xie Xiangcai stood up and made some adjustments, the last light on the horizon gradually dissipated, and the entire Yishan Mountain was completely shrouded in darkness.
Prime Minister Xie went to close the door, but when there was only a gap left, a folding fan suddenly inserted from outside the gap.
The young man was startled and opened the door inwards, only to see two people standing outside the house one behind the other.
The person standing in front is more than six feet tall and has a slender figure. He is neatly dressed in a black gown. He has plump red lips and straight nose. His eyes are watery and charming, and his eyebrows are black. She looks like a real beauty, but there are many things on her lips. He has two extremely eye-catching beards.
The person behind him has a slightly ordinary appearance, but is only seven feet tall, dressed in linen clothes, about forty years old, and at a glance, he can tell that he is a rough guy practicing martial arts.
Xie Xiangcai frowned, subconsciously stepped back a little, clasped his fists and asked in a deep voice, "Are you two here to see me?"
The handsome young man in black looked Xie Xiangcai up and down, and then his eyes shifted behind the young man. Above the candle lantern, there was a half-open skylight. The skylight was bright and clear, and three stars stayed directly above the sky, shining brightly. The light passed through the skylight and fell directly on the futon in front of the candle lamp.
It was exactly the position where Xie Xiangcai had crossed his legs and adjusted his breath just now.
Young Master Jun withdrew his gaze, looked at Xie Xiangcai with a smile and said, "I'm going to Shen Lianxue, and I want to make a deal with Young Master Eight."
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Prime Minister Xie didn't know why, "Deal? I wonder what kind of deal Mr. Shen wants to make with me?"
Although he was talking to Shen Lianxue, his eyes never left the middle-aged man behind Shen Lianxue for a moment.
Although the rough man looked ordinary, his oppressive aura made Xie Xiangcai slightly feel intimidated.
According to Xie Xiangcai's speculation, that man's strength is definitely at the peak of the Five Realms and may even have entered the Sixth Realm.
If he takes action rashly, I'm afraid he has little chance of winning.
Shen Lianxue raised his eyebrows and said, "I would like to exchange residences with the Eighth Young Master. Is it possible to make a deal?"
Xie Xiangcai frowned slightly, "Exchanging residences? What did you mean by this?"
Shen Lianxue chuckled, "It doesn't mean anything. Now this deal is placed in front of the Eighth Young Master. If the Young Master agrees, then I will offer ten high-grade Qi Rejuvenation Pills with both hands. If the Young Master does not agree... then he still has to agree. "
Xie Xiangcai's heart suddenly became excited, and his face instantly turned cold.
Isn't this a clear threat?
He stepped back. Shen Lianxue's figure did not move, but the rough man behind him strode forward, with energy surging throughout his body.
"Six realms."
Xie Xiangcai frowned, and his original strength became a little blocked.
The man stepped forward in two steps and almost pressed against Xie Xiangcai.
He stretched out a fist, put it in front of the young man, and said in a arrogant tone, "Eighth Young Master, if you can take three punches from me, then I will leave with my Young Master!"
Xie Xiangcai's expression changed drastically, and he folded his hands into sleeves and surged with sword energy.
The wooden sword stored in the Wanbao Blessing Bag suddenly came to his palm. The wooden sword was surrounded by light cyan energy and was already on the string.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense, and the middle-aged man's monstrous aura lingered for several miles around, forming an extremely strange aura.
Within the aura, all warriors whose strength is lower than the Sixth Realm, birds and animals, are all fighting against each other.
The man roared low, and there was a sound explosion as the strong wind raged between his sleeves. His sleeves suddenly burst open, and debris flew everywhere. In an instant, the wind from the fist surged out, turning into a stream of energy halfway towards Xie Xiangcai. Attacked in the chest.
Behind the man, the handsome young man in black shirt looked very amused.
He was very interested in the Eighth Young Master of Qingmeng City, and wanted to see what confidence this guy who had just entered the Fourth Realm had to go to this Yishan Mountain.
Xie Xiangcai's figure scraped the ground and retreated quickly. After ten steps back, he had no way to retreat. His back was pressed against the wall, his brows were furrowed, and a streak of cyan light came out of his sleeves.
"Wooden sword?"
Young Master Jun sneered.
Xie Xiangcai kicked the wall hard with one foot and thrust out a sword to meet the fist coming towards him.
The light blue sword energy turned into a whirlpool, and even though it was weak, it still crashed towards Fist Gang.
Sure enough, the sword energy whirlpool only lasted for two breaths before disappearing into smoke, and the strong wind rushed towards Xie Xiangcai not far away in an instant.
Xie Xiangcai's clothes were squeezed tightly to the surface of his body, and the strong wind left blood stains on his cheeks like blades.
However, the young man had no way to retreat at this time, and once again grasped the wooden sword tightly, preparing to deliver another more powerful sword energy.
"puff--"
Suddenly, there was a sound like a flame going out, and the invisible aura shrouded outside the courtyard disappeared in a blink of an eye. A figure with a knife on its back was like a ghost. Several flashes came into the house, and stood silently beside the boy in white shirt. In front of you.
The man's eyes narrowed, he cursed secretly, and stepped back one after another.
The Sixth Young Master stood in front of Xie Xiangcai with an expressionless face. He flipped his wrist, and the black gold machete as wide as his body was held in his hand. The tip of the knife pierced the thick cloth wrapped around it and was deeply embedded in the floor.
"Crazy knife Shi Yang."
The man's voice was low, so soft that only he could hear it.
The Sixth Young Master didn't make a sound, and he didn't even release his breath.
He and the man confronted each other for a long time. Finally, the man gave out an oppressive aura, took a step back, and cupped his hands towards the Sixth Young Master, "Sixth Young Master, how offended I am!"
The handsome young man behind the man didn't say much. He turned around first and walked out of the house, leaving a few words before leaving.
"Eighth Young Master, let's meet on the ring then!"
Xie Xiangcai's face was full of gloom, and he didn't understand the purpose of this series of actions of Shen Lianxue and that man.
And he always felt that the two mustaches on Shen Lianxue's face were somewhat artificial, and could even be called a bluff. It was extremely unnatural anyway.
Xie Xiangcai and the Sixth Young Master both breathed a sigh of relief after watching Shen Lianxue and the rough man leaving the courtyard.
The Sixth Young Master turned around, first stuffed a light red pill into Xie Xiangcai's hand, and then tied the black gold machete to his back again.
The young man took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth according to the Sixth Young Master's gesture. The moment the pill touched his lips and teeth, the pure and warm air flowed down the mouth and into the martial roots, moisturizing all the meridians.
After Xie Xiang completely digested the pills that restored his internal strength, the Sixth Young Master sat down on the ground and formed a seal with his hands to regulate himself.
The young man stood leaning on the wall, recalling the direction Shen Lianxue was looking in before, and then raised his head to stare at the clear skylight on the ceiling.
Right above the skylight, three bright stars rotated in order, and three streams of light circled and finally fell straight on the futon in front of the candle lamp.
Xie Xiangcai vaguely realized in his heart that these three revolving stars were not simple, and the futon he was sitting on before was also not simple.
In the night, two figures, one tall and one short, walked side by side.
Shen Lianxue, who was dressed in black, stretched out, tore off the two beards on his face with some displeasure, and threw them casually on the ground.
The tall man on the side glanced at the other person's plump figure, sighed softly, and said seriously, "Miss, I still haven't won that room, what should I do now?"
The black-clad "handsome young master" whose real name is Shen Lianxue is actually the eldest daughter of the Shen family with a high reputation in Qianquzhou Linzhou. She is also the younger generation with the most outstanding talent in cultivation in the Shen family for a hundred years.
Shen Lianxue shrugged, "There is nothing we can do. Lao Yuan, you are no match for the Sixth Young Master, so how can we take action?"
However, there was not much disappointment on her cheek, "But, in tomorrow's duel, I am still very confident that I can defeat this eighth son!"
The rough man known as Lao Yuan pondered for a moment and nodded noncommittally, "Young lady is a swordsmanship genius that is rare to see in a century. The sword that the Eighth Young Master just handed to the old slave was not one-tenth as good as the young lady's."
Hearing this, Shen Lianxue's pretty face was full of anger, "Old Yuan! It's not one-tenth! It's one percent!"
Lao Yuan smiled helplessly and had to agree, "Miss is right, it's one percent, it's one percent..."
