The Green Bamboo Sword King said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you."
Seeing that the Green Bamboo Sword King was not grateful, the White Eyebrowed Heavenly King could only spread his hands and said: "Well, since you are looking for Yang Shenjun, why bother to intercept the armies of the heavens? I don't think you are a nosy person."
Qingzhu Sword King said: "I want Yang Shenjun to come to see me in person."
King White Eyebrow asked: "What if he doesn't come?"
The Green Bamboo Sword King said: "Then I will kill him until he comes forward."
The white-browed king cursed in a low voice: "Yang Shenjun, that bastard, I wiped his ass last time, and I'm going to do it again this time, you really deserve to die."
The Green Bamboo Sword King said: "This is my platform of life and death. If you don't leave, I won't show mercy to you."
King White Eyebrow shook his head and said: "I can't leave."
The Green Bamboo Sword King said: "Will you be my second opponent?"
King White Eyebrow quickly waved his hand and said: "Don't get me wrong, I want to watch the battle from the sidelines and give up this stage of life and death to make room for others."
"other people?"
King White Eyebrow stretched out his finger, pointed upward to the sky and said: "Your second opponent is not me, but him."
The next moment, sacred white-gold light enveloped the earth, countless snow-white feathers floated down, a beam of light suddenly fell, and the tyrannical pressure of the King of Immortals filled the air.
The white-browed king stepped aside early and found an empty place to sit down cross-legged, with an expression on his face as if he was waiting for a good show.
Faced with this sacred and unfamiliar pressure, the Green Bamboo Sword King's clothes were blown away, but his face was calm and remained motionless.
The light dissipated, and a holy figure appeared on the stage of life and death.
This is a man with a handsome face, his skin is surprisingly fair, and his long silver hair is particularly eye-catching. The six wings on his back are pure white, and each feather exudes a pure divine aura.
The Green Bamboo Sword King's eyes fell on the six wings behind the man, and he recognized the man's origin at a glance and said: "Two wings become immortals, four wings turn into gold, and six wings become the king. Are you the immortal king of the feather world?"
The handsome man nodded and said: "Yujie Yuhuadie, come here to ask for advice."
Qingzhu Sword King's eyes flashed slightly and he said: "Everyone from the Yujie has been invited. It seems that some people can't sit still."
Yujie, the largest world in the world.
Yu Huadie chuckled and said, "You misunderstood. Yujie is not under anyone's command. I am here just to fight you and put an end to one of my thoughts."
Qingzhu Sword King said: "What are you thinking about?"
Yu Hua Die didn't speak. He waved his wings behind his back and countless feathers scattered, but they gathered together as if guided, turned into a piece of silver light, and fell into Yu Hua Die's hands.
The silver light dissipated, and the two silver-white daggers were firmly held by the feathered butterfly.
Yuhuadie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared at the Qingzhu Sword King and said: "Everyone says that you, Qingzhu, are the number one sword among the Immortal Kings. We are destined to be together. I also happen to be practicing swordsmanship. I am here just for what I want." Do you know whether the 'Silver Wing' in my hand can chop off your Qingzhu's head?"
The Qingzhu Sword King's face was calm and he just asked: "Who are you, Yu Wenrong?"
Yu Huadie smiled when he heard this and said, "Why, you know my brother's name. Are you one of his former defeated generals?"
The Green Bamboo Sword King said: "If you are Yu Wenrong, you may be called my opponent, but you are not qualified."
Yuhua Die was not angry when he heard this. The two swords and silver wings in his hands exuded a cold light. He smiled and said: "You are here now. Whether you are qualified or not will be discussed after the battle. Qingzhu, you haven't been born for a long time, but you can still wield it." Sword?"
call out!
The sharp sword energy instantly cut off a strand of Yu Hua Die's silver hair, leaving no trace or trace. It was so fast that even Yu Hua Die didn't react.
The Green Bamboo Sword King held Shenbi in his hand and said with indifferent eyes: "I should be able to kill you to the extent that I can kill you. You will be the first Six-Winged Feather King to be killed by me."
"Five hundred and three pounds, pass!"
"Five hundred and fifteen pounds, pass!"
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The fat warden counted the red grass handed in by each slave, and the flesh on his face twitched from time to time, looking particularly mean.
"Three hundred and seventy-nine pounds, stop right there!"
Following the fat prison officer's loud shout, all the slaves present were trembling with fear.
The fat prison officer kicked the thin slave man to the ground and asked fiercely: "I said, each slave must pay at least 500 kilograms a month. Why can't you pay all the red grass?"
The slave man cried and said: "Sir, my arm is disabled because it has not been treated for three months. I can't pick 500 kilograms of red grass with just one hand in one month. Can you buy me some herbs?" I treat my arm, otherwise I really can’t save my arm!”
"Here you go!" The fat prison officer slapped the slave man hard, then pulled out his knife and chopped it down mercilessly.
Click!
The fat prison officer raised his knife and dropped it, and the slave man's head also rolled to the ground.
The fat prison officer looked at the body of the slave man and sneered: "Now you don't have to worry about your arms."
The slaves didn't have much reaction when they saw this scene. As slaves, their lives are worth less than that of ants. Every month, there will be a few people who can't pay the red grass, and their fate will be like this slave man. Just as miserable, without exception.
The fat warden glanced at all the slaves coldly and scolded: "Listen, I'll say it again, no matter what your reasons are, as long as you can't hand over all the red grass, it will be a death penalty. Don't show me mercy, you guys The bitch doesn’t deserve it!”
The slaves seemed to have acquiesced to this fate, and no one stood up to resist.
Among the slaves is a little girl of about ten years old. Her name is Hei Nizi. Because of her dark skin, she is the youngest slave here.
After the fat supervisor counted the red grass handed over by Hei Nizi, he frowned and said, "Why is it five hundred catties again?"
Hei Nizi said: "Isn't the minimum requirement five hundred catties?"
The fat supervisor suddenly felt unhappy and said: "Then you don't know how to make more connections? Next time if you are short of one or two, I will chop off your head."
Heinizi said: "It's indispensable."
The fat prison officer suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes and said, "You little bastard, how dare you speak so harshly?"
Hei Nizi said nothing.
The fat prison officer looked at her coldly and said, "If our eldest lady hadn't been kind enough to pick you up, you would have been snatched away by a wolf long ago with a skinny frame like yours."
Hei Nizi still didn't speak, just turned around and walked away minding his own business.
When the fat prison officer saw this, he said angrily: "I was talking to you, didn't you hear me?"
An old slave saw this and explained: "Sir, this child is born with a cold temper and is unreasonable. You don't need to be familiar with her."
(End of chapter)
