Leigu Mountain,
Su Xinghe was lying on a bamboo recliner, rocking leisurely.
He drew the blueprint of this chair and asked his apprentices to make it.
Very comfortable.
Just then a thin-looking man with a half-black and half-white beard walked in.
"Master! What you asked me to do is completed."
Su Xinghe opened his eyes and saw that this person was Xue Muhua, known as the "enemy of the King of Hell".
"Master, please take a look."
Xue Muhua stepped aside, and behind him was a coffin.
Su Xinghe stood up, walked to the coffin, looked at it, and nodded.
"Well done, take it with you."
"Yes, disciple, resign." Xue Muhua left with the coffin.
This was in ancient times. Without telephones and networks of later generations, the transmission of messages was very difficult.
Although Su Xinghe asked Feng Asan to send out the invitation, half a month had passed.
Except for a few disciples who have returned, it will probably take some time for the other invited people to come!
Wu Yazi was still studying the "Shenzhao Sutra" in the cave, and his temper became more and more irritable. Su Xinghe didn't want to get into trouble and find trouble.
If he didn't recruit these eight disciples back, Ding Chunqiu would probably find them one by one and bring them to him. He might as well just recall them himself.
Su Xinghe was still very satisfied with these disciples.
Even Guo Jing, a disciple, is not as comfortable as these eight disciples.
These eight apprentices were very filial and loyal.
Not only that, they are all rich.
Everyone does not have Guo Jing's strong sense of justice, nor does he have the habit of causing trouble and doing evil everywhere.
Basically, they would not hesitate no matter what Su Xinghe asked them to do.
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The next morning,
Duan Yu arrived at Leigu Mountain first.
"Xiaosheng Duan Yu has met Mr. Congbian!"
Su Xinghe nodded and motioned for him to play chess.
He knew how to play chess, but he wasn't very good at it. Later, he gained the memory of the original person, and his knowledge of chess was naturally inherited by him.
Duan Yu's chess skills are still very good, but it's a pity that this Zhenlong chess game cannot be solved using common sense.
The two bet more than ten pieces.
He began to fall into a state of deep thought and was unable to make a move.
While playing chess, a few more people came.
"Boy surnamed Duan, you have already lost, so don't continue to mess around." The visitor was different from the mean-mouthed Bao next to Murong Fu. He really couldn't stand Duan Yu. When he saw the opportunity to ridicule him, he would naturally not give up. .
Duan Yu took a long breath, shook his head and said, "The treasure that the old man presented is so profound and ingenious that I cannot decipher it."
"It's okay. This chess game has stumped countless people, and they can't figure it out." Su Xinghe said nonchalantly.
Duan Yu picked up the dozen white stones he had played from the chessboard and put them into the wooden box. Su Xinghe also picked up more than ten sunspots. The chess game still retains its original formation.
Duan Yu glanced around and saw the beautiful figure in the crowd. The depression from losing just now disappeared in an instant. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face as he went to say hello.
But suddenly a person appeared, making Duan Yu stop in his tracks.
That person was Murong Fu.
"Murong Fu, Gusu, pays homage to Senior Su."
"Yeah!" Su Xinghe nodded and pointed at the chessboard, causing him to beep and play chess quickly.
Murong Fu felt unhappy when he saw Su Xinghe's attitude, but he still wanted to maintain his demeanor. He suppressed his unhappiness and started playing chess.
After more than ten seconds, Murong Fu began to sweat on the top of his head.
His chess skills were not as good as Duan Yu's.
Moreover, his mind is too confused, and it is easy to be affected by this Zhenlong chess game.
He went crazy in an instant, yelling on the field and slashing with a sword.
Duan Yu was afraid that the woman in his heart would be injured, so he struck Murong Fu with the Six Meridians Divine Sword, knocking the sword from his hand away and causing him to fall to the ground.
This fall allowed him to regain his consciousness.
Sitting on the ground, looking at the crowd of people around him, this was a damn scene of social death. He immediately stood up and was about to lead people away in despair.
"Old Immortal Xingxiu's magic power is boundless, Old Immortal Xingxiu is the best in the world, Old Immortal Xingxiu's martial arts skills are unparalleled..."
The bursts of noise coming from outside the valley relieved Murong Fu's embarrassment, and also made him temporarily give up the idea of leaving.
Among the new arrivals, a person got on and off the sedan.
This man has flowing silver hair and a shoulder-length beard.
"Senior brother! How are you doing lately?"
The person who came was none other than Ding Chunqiu, whose appearance he had seen in his memory.
"Junior brother! You are not dead, how can I get better?"
"Huh? You actually violated your oath. If you speak today, you are seeking death. Don't blame me." Ding Chunqiu was very surprised. His cowardly senior brother was not afraid of him today.
"Junior brother, your senior brother, I have missed you for a long time. Come and see your senior brother, my big baby!"
Su Xinghe didn't follow Ding Chunqiu's ink mark at all and directly took out the giant iron sword placed behind him.
The peakless giant sword, which weighed one hundred and thirty kilograms, was one meter eighty long and thirty centimeters wide, struck Ding Chunqiu very suddenly.
Ding Chunqiu didn't expect that this honest senior brother would take action at the slightest disagreement. He was also very afraid of that big sword. He was determined to have his bones broken and his body was broken, so he quickly got out of the way.
But how could Su Xinghe let him run away? He waved the giant iron sword and clung to Ding Chunqiu.
Ding Chunqiu was also very angry. Seeing that he could not escape from Su Xinghe's attack range, he filled his palms with thick zhenqi, avoided the direction of the sword, and slapped the blade of the giant iron sword with one palm. He knew that his senior brother's internal strength If he is not as good as himself, this palm can definitely shoot the flying iron sword.
"Click" a huge collision sound sounded.
To Ding Chunqiu's expectation, it was not the giant iron sword that flew out, but himself.
The body flew upside down like a kite with its string broken, and did not stop until it bumped into several disciples behind it.
The people watching the show were also extremely surprised, and they were a little unable to react to the sudden changes on the field.
The thin figure who was playing chess gracefully just now actually took out a sword like a savage...
No!
Is that a sword?
Are you so fucking embarrassed to call me a sword?
That's the door panel!
If that thing cuts on the body, the fracture will definitely be shattered.
Murong Fu looked at the sword in his hand, and what he felt in his heart was: "Why do I feel like what I'm holding is an embroidery needle!"
At this time, their three views were a bit shattered, because no martial artist had ever used this huge heavy weapon.
Su Xinghe used the air to move to Ding Chunqiu's side, and struck him in the head with his sword again.
He was so frightened that he ducked away again, but the apprentice behind him was unlucky.
He was struck directly by a sword.
"Crack!"
Hit in the head, the scene was unbearable to watch, red and white shooting...
Ding Chunqiu also narrowed his eyes.
Although he has killed many people, this is the first time I have seen something so visually exciting and violent. This made him understand the power of this sword better.
Ding Chunqiu tried to fight Su Xinghe head-on, but his palms were sore and numb due to the needles, which he couldn't resist at all.
"This old guy! The swordsmanship I learned is so powerful! Could it be that the old thief from Wuyazi is hiding something for me? That's not right! This is different from the path of the Xiaoyao sect!" Ding Chun couldn't help but curse. road.
