As soon as these words came out, the monks in front of Longmen Hall were in an uproar.
Some think his courage is commendable, some think he overestimates his own capabilities, and some think Qifeng is at the end of its rope, so he wants to send such a monk with no fighting ability to die.
"Wu Liang, stay in the secular world and be your leader of the Beggar Clan, wouldn't you? You have to come and die."
Who would have thought that Huang Qi, who was pretending to be, was holding a bloody sword in his hand and looking at Xu Taiping with a sneer on his face.
"Huang Qi, please solve this quickly."
After sensing the weak vitality in "Wu Liang", Wu Mei, pretending to be Yan Bing, was a little uninterested, and at the same time, he began to communicate with One Eye again in his heart.
"They are discussing how to divide up...the female disciple Qingxuan..."
At this time, Ping An sent word to Xu Taiping.
"Well, I understand."
Xu Taiping responded in his heart, and at the same time he held the sword in his hand a little tighter, then pointed the sword edge at Jin He Zhi and the other three people and said:
"According to the rules of Qingxuan Wenjian, I am the head disciple who is qualified to receive the sword. You and three others, but one person refuses to draw the sword, it will be considered as Wenjian failed."
As if in response to Xu Taiping's words, a roaring sound suddenly sounded from the peaks of Qingxuan Yunlu Mountain.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three people who originally had either contempt, indifference, or ridicule changed, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"No, you said it wrong."
Jin Hezhi crossed his arms and took a step back, letting Su Mu aside to the front, and then continued:
"As long as you're dead, we don't have to draw our swords."
When he said this, there was a cold light in Na He Zhi's eyes.
At the same time, Su Mu, whose eyes were somewhat dull, dragged his long-handled two-handed sword and approached Xu Taiping step by step.
"Eighth Junior Brother, you are no match for them, come back!"
"Eighth Junior Brother, come here quickly!"
Upon seeing this, Zhao Linglong and others shouted loudly to Xu Taiping again.
If it weren't for the injuries on her body, Zhao Linglong would have rushed over and dragged Xu Taiping back.
"Laoba!"
Seeing that Xu Taiping was indifferent to everyone's shouts, the leader Zhao Qian, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again.
Xu Taiping turned around after hearing this.
"Come back, old man."
Zhao Qian did not blame "Wu Liang", but smiled slightly and waved to him.
"Master understands your intention, but there is no need to sacrifice your life in vain."
he continued.
Xu Taiping also smiled slightly when he heard this, then shook his head and said:
"Master, trust me."
This sound, as well as this look and smile, appeared on Lao Ba's body, making the head Zhao Qian's heart suddenly shaken and full of confusion.
"Zheng!..."
Before Zhao Qian could think about it, a harsh sword sound suddenly exploded.
Following the sound, Su Mu, who was holding a sword in both hands, was carrying an arc-shaped sword light dozens of feet long, slashing towards Wu Liang, the eighth man, with the momentum of a sword like a raging wave.
"boom!"
Amidst the violent collision, Wu Liang rolled to the ground, barely dodging Na Sumu's sword.
But it looked particularly embarrassed.
When they saw that Wu Liang dared to challenge the three of them alone, many monks thought that he was hiding some trump card, but they didn't expect that Wu Liang was still the same Wu Liang, and they couldn't help but feel disappointed.
Just like the oriole.
"Wu Liang is Wu Liang after all, not Xu Taiping."
Oriole sighed.
When he saw Wu Liang taking the initiative to take the sword, the figure of Xu Taiping suddenly appeared in Huang Que's mind, and he inexplicably had a trace of expectation for him.
"There is only one Xu Taiping in this world, Qifeng's junior brother. After all, there is only one."
Huang Que smiled bitterly after seeing Wu Liang on the altar, still dodging in embarrassment.
"Buzz buzz..."
Just when Huang Que began to reconsider how to take away more Qingxuan disciples, the spiritual mirror in his hand that checked the number of spectators and the amount of gold essence money received suddenly started to "buzz" continuously. sound.
Huang Que looked down and found that there were only less than a hundred spectators left, which suddenly jumped to three hundred. The amount of gold coins that had not been touched for a long time was also rising slowly, faintly. The posture of breaking one million.
"If Qingxuan is gone, what will happen if the golden money is doubled?"
Looking at the ever-increasing amount of gold money, Huang Que let out a long sigh, without any trace of joy on his face.
He even considered closing the mountain patrol realm.
"Forget it, if Qingxuan is really gone, this money can be used to resettle the surviving Qingxuan disciples."
After careful consideration, Huang Que decided to continue using the mountain range mirror.
Immediately, his eyes fell on Zhao Qian at the back of the altar, and he murmured:
"It is impossible for Master Zhao to watch the entire Qingxuan being ruined at the hands of Wumianlou, but the current Qingxuan may not be able to bear the price, otherwise he would have taken action long ago."
Over the past few years, Huang Que has gained a new understanding of Qingxuan, the seemingly philistine leader.
Knowing that this person is extremely wealthy, he always considers the worst-case scenario before doing anything.
"Shua!..."
Just when Huangque began to pin all his hopes on Zhao Qian, Wu Liang, the eighth disciple of Qifeng who kept dodging on the altar, was finally struck by the sumu sword.
"boom!"
With a loud noise, the golden rune mask formed by the golden amulet on Wu Liang's body shattered instantly, and there was a wound deep enough to show the bone on his chest, which was already dripping with blood.
