Lanye Empire, Lanzuo County, restaurant.
The president, dressed in white as snow, sat at the table with his head propped up, playing with two exquisite and clear dice in his hands.
There was a cup of tea in front of her. It was green in color and filled with water vapor. It was obvious that it had just been poured.
There is a backgammon chessboard on the table. The chess pieces on the chessboard are intertwined, as if they have been fighting for a long time.
The president impatiently threw up the chess piece in his hand, then grabbed it with one hand and looked at the person opposite: "Can you be more quick? Damn Xiao Jing."
Mo Xiaojing smiled slightly, raised her hand to move the chess pieces on the chessboard a few steps, and moved the president's chess piece to the center of the chessboard. Then she shook her head and took a sip of tea: "Why did the president say this? Chess is meant to be a calm and leisurely activity, so how can you raise your hands and move in a hurry?"
Ao Xuehua sneered, then flicked his hand, and the two dice rolled down with a sound. They spun a few times and stopped to figure out the numbers. Then without thinking, he raised his hand and moved the chess pieces around, instantly removing Mo Xiaojing's dice. The battle was in disarray, and then he looked at the opposite side provocatively: "The defeated general will show off his literary talents."
"Yes, yes." Mo Xiaojing nodded in agreement without shaking the points. Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked at the opposite side: "The outcome of this game is determined. Can I not deny the money for the meal?"
Ao Xuehua smiled: "You said this three games ago, right?"
When Mo Xiaojing saw the girl agreeing, he was about to throw the dice, but his expression suddenly changed.
"The Friends Club convened at the end of summer." He looked at Ao Xuehua lightly, his expression was calm, and his black eyes were the bottomless color of night.
Ao Xuehua nodded slightly and sighed: "Xiaojiu?"
At this moment, Ye Qing's calm and cold voice slowly sounded.
"All members of the Friends Club are summoned at the end of summer."
Ao Xuehua pushed the table gently and stood up. He glanced down at the chessboard and saw a golden leaf flying towards Mo Xiaojing: "I've invited you to this meal. Don't slow down your work later."
Mo Xiaojing weighed the golden leaf clover and smiled softly: "Your Highness, the princess, so distrustful of someone's character? I still like that person very much."
Ao Xuehua ignored Mo Xiaojing's self-defense and looked down at her toes: "That guy always gets into trouble and always likes to carry everything by himself. If she was the one who called for the call, I'm afraid we would have to sacrifice half of our lives for her." Hook up."
Saying this, the eldest daughter of the Emperor of Aos showed a hint of awe in her smile: "I would not doubt you in normal times, but at that time, animals like you will only look where you want to look. Unfortunately, little Nine hasn’t reached that place yet.”
Mo Xiaojing's expression changed slightly. He raised his head and looked into the distance, and then said quietly: "Your Highness, you are not qualified to ask me to do anything, and our positions are not consistent."
Aoxuehua was unmoved and just said: "I want you to promise."
Mo Xiaojing hesitated for a long time. It wasn't until ripples as thin as cicada's wings appeared in the restaurant's seats that he showed a tired look and said, "Son."
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Icewind Valley, above the Ice Gorge.
Ye Qing looked at the wind and snow outside the cave with a calm expression, silently counting the numbers in his heart.
When she counted to seventeen, ripples slowly rose.
This is the land sealed by Rodriguez, and it is extremely difficult for even simple messages to be transmitted to the outside world, let alone human body transmission.
Even Ye Qing could feel the slight fluctuations in space, as if he was trying to tear open the closed door with both hands.
But the next moment, His Highness the Third Highness appeared in the wind and snow with a calm expression, and the girl's stunning face was as white as paper under the wide black hood.
Zi Quan and Lan Che, who were only wearing a bath towel, looked at Qi Xia around them with complex expressions. The panicked senior Zhou Xing, Ao Xuehua who was calm and calm, and Mo Xiao Jingdu who smiled warmly stood in the wind and snow. Ge Sheng stood beside the Third Highness and looked at Ye Qing.
He saw no enemy, no danger.
The beacon fire plays with the princes.
The wolf is coming.
But Ye Qing was not the arrogant emperor, nor was he an ignorant child.
So not being able to see the enemy made Ge Sheng even more uneasy.
"What's going on?"
Ge Sheng was the first to ask.
"I want to fight an army here." Ye Qing's face was pale, but his tone was firm and calm to the extreme.
"I want to destroy the plan of a most powerful person."
She spoke calmly, as if what she was requesting was not such an unattainable wish.
"My strength is really not enough, so."
Ye Qing knelt down on one knee in front of the eight friends and buried his head deeply in the snow.
"I borrow my strength from you."
Ge Sheng watched the girl who had always been so proud kneel down humbly, and his heart surged. He sighed, stepped aside, and no longer accepted the princess's gift.
Zi Quan was wrapped in a bath towel and exposed to the severe cold. A thin ice shell formed on her snow-white skin almost instantly. She stood barefoot in the snow, and the cold spread upward along the blood vessels, but the girl's standing posture did not waver at all. .
She just turned back and moved her gaze to Ao Xuehua.
At the same time, senior Zhou Yan looked at Qi Xia. Lan Che was holding a towel with one hand and stood calmly with Ge Sheng.
Ge Sheng looked at the scene in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart.
This is the Late Summer Friends Club.
Ye Qing is the nominal president, but she has no binding force on all members.
Ge Sheng himself stayed by her side because of their bond and was willing to accept all her unreasonable actions.
In addition, only Lan Che, as a noble named Lan, has an innate obligation of loyalty to the royal family named Ye.
The position of the Third Highness only depends on personal likes and dislikes. Ziquan now belongs to Ye Ye College completely. In terms of specific actions, only Ao Xuehua, as her direct leader, can control her.
Naturally, Senior Zhou Yan unconditionally looks up to Master Qi Xia, even though his power is just a bonus.
But Qi Xia, like Mo Xiaojing, can easily occupy a place by just existing.
There are only ten people in the Friends Club at the end of summer, but if you want to strictly divide the positions, it can be divided into five camps. On weekdays, everyone is laughing and joking, but when it comes to major matters related to their own safety and interests, this issue It seemed particularly severe.
Now it seems that only Shi Feng, himself, and Lan Che are willing to stand behind Ye Qing. The others have enough reasons to reject Ye Qing's plea.
However, the first person to speak was Ao Xuehua.
Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was dressed in white as snow, lifted up her cloak and threw it to Ziquan. Then she looked at Lan Che, tilted her head and thought for a moment, grabbed a light and wide windbreaker from the void and threw it to him, and then looked at Lan Che. Xiao Jiu, who knelt down, suddenly smiled.
"Xiaojiu is so unsure?"
Ye Qing lowered his head, did not get up, and replied softly: "Sister Xue, I really didn't do it this time."
"Who is the enemy?" Ao Xuehua asked next.
Ye Qing closed his eyes and spoke clearly: "Rodriguez."
The wind and snow are all silent.
Ao Xuehua covered her forehead heavily and looked back at Mo Xiaojing: "What did I say?"
Mo Xiaojing smiled faintly and said, "I have to finish the sex appointment with tears in my eyes, right?"
Ao Xuehua did not put his hand down on his forehead, but the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
Qi Xia looked at President Zan Xue and raised a hand cautiously: "I suggest we withdraw first. Anyway, it will only add to the trouble."
Zhou Yan looked at his boss and was extremely grateful: "What the boss said is true."
Mo Xiaojing looked at Ao Xuehua with a smile and said, "It's not as simple as half a life, right? Let's make a decision, Mr. President."
Ao Xuehua ignored Mo Xiaojing's taunt, walked quickly forward to Ye Qing, and then extended her hand to Ye Qing, who was kneeling down.
"Is your kneeling enough to buy my life?"
The girl's long black hair rustled in the wind, and her words were as cold as frost.
She is the heir to the Os Empire, and her status is several times more noble than Ye Qing's.
Ye Qing said truthfully: "The difference between cloud and mud."
"Then stand up for me." Ao Xuehua said calmly.
Ye Qing nodded, then took Ao Xuehua's hand and stood up.
"Do you know?" Ao Xuehua watched Ye Qing stand up, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "The son of a rich man cannot sit down in court, no matter how precious the compensation or the deep friendship is, it is not worth my help. This time."
Ye Qing sighed: "Sister Xue, do you really want to help me?"
Ao Xuehua silently patted his head, a little helpless.
"My father told you, whether you live well or not, you will eventually die."
"Although our family has been running wildly on the road of death, it is precisely because of this that we have struggled to escape from death again and again."
Ao Xuehua said irrelevant words, then turned around and spoke softly, with a firm tone.
"Xiaojiu, I helped this time, what about you?"
The princess in white looked back, and those present knew that it was time to express their stance.
Mo Xiaojing raised his hand and coughed twice, then smiled and said: "Isn't he just a necromancer from the Taiwei Realm? Just give it away."
Ye Qing shook his head slightly: "Reliable news is that Rodriguez suffered irreparable damage in the battle with that saint. His true level is only that of Ziwei."
Qi Xia smiled bitterly and said: "This news is of little use to us. The reason why the heaven is a heaven is because the existence under it is like gods and mortals. We don't need to mind our opponents. When it comes to killing us instantly, the state of using the law is high or low."
Ye Qing shook his head and looked at the leader of the Feixin Hall: "Why should you be so humble, Master? The gap between Ziwei and Taiwei is very beneficial to us."
Zi Quan had already put on Ao Xuehua's cloak and nodded when he heard the words: "The Taiwei existence is already at the pinnacle of power in this world, but if you are in the Ziwei realm, you may not be able to survive in death."
Ge Sheng spoke slowly at this time: "If the Ziwei Realm is not prepared, I can hurt it with one blow."
Mo Xiaojing looked at Ge Sheng and smiled: "Sometimes I really forget your Tiandao Sword."
Then the student council president looked at Ge Sheng seriously: "How many sword strokes can you make now?"
Ge Sheng looked at his fingers: "One sword is worth half. If there is no environmental blessing, the first sword can hit the peak of Ziwei, the second sword can only reach the Tianshi level, and the third sword, even if the soul is damaged, It’s also difficult to transcend the heavenly realm.”
He spoke calmly, and everyone present took it as a matter of course.
But the facts revealed are still thrilling and incredible to the extreme.
That is, to this day, Ge Sheng still has the ability to severely injure and even kill powerful people in the heavenly realm.
Even if it's just a stroke.
The saint's teachings to this boy by the lake three years ago made him the second person in the world to master the Tiandao Sword. From this point on, several people who saw him wield the sword with their own eyes at that time, More or less, they all understood their own Heavenly Sword.
In terms of pure power, Xingxi's Tiandao Sword is naturally the purest and most powerful, while Ao Xuehua's Tiandao Sword is majestic yet fierce, and has also created its own path.
But Ge Sheng's Tiandao Sword represents the original and most original Tao from beginning to end.
A simple and pure swordsmanship, a proud and forgetful swordsmanship, a swordsmanship that is not limited to things, and a swordsmanship that follows one's will.
Qi Xia sighed, turned her head and spoke softly: "I can survive in the face of the existence of the Tianshi Realm, but don't ask the Sa family how I can do it, and our family doesn't want to remember or describe it."
Ao Xuehua nodded appreciatively. At this time, being able to openly and honestly tell him the upper limit of his strength is naturally a supreme trust.
Then Her Royal Highness the Princess put her hands together and slowly drew out the glorious long sword in the wind and snow.
She looked at the dream in her hand, which was as clear as autumn water, and smiled proudly: "With the dream in my hand, without reservation, I can equalize the existence of heaven."
Fight across the border.
She didn't say it clearly, but everyone present understood what she meant.
Since ancient times, Xingxi has been the only one who has fought across borders and won.
Under her, there are only two people who can achieve a similar level to her, and that is Spring and Qian Mo in the fourth year of Qingli.
They rely on their own hidden talent, combined with their cultivation and skills, and with the assistance of their respective semi-artifacts, they can also cross borders and defeat heavenly beings.
Looking across eternity, there are only these three people in the world.
Ge Sheng's Heavenly Sword is analogous to a saint's scroll that can be used multiple times. Lan Che's artificial domain is just a pseudo-heaven realm. As for Ziquan, she can only fight against strong men in the fire domain, and the other party does not take precautions against her in advance. It has miraculous effects only when the conditions are met, even if she is closest to a complete heavenly realm powerhouse when the conditions are met.
Mo Xiaojing looked at the heroic President Zangxue, spread out his hands and shrugged: "I can kill someone in the heavenly realm, as long as I am willing to die."
Looking at Ye Qing's focused gaze, Mo Xiaojing smiled slightly: "I'm just joking. If I'm not willing to die, I won't be able to kill you in the Ordinary Heaven Realm."
Ao Xuehua, Qixia, Mo Xiaojing, and Ge Sheng.
These four people are already at the pinnacle of the Snow Burial Society's regular combat power, with realms ranging from quasi-heaven realm to pseudo-heaven realm.
Shi Feng spoke calmly at this time and said in a calm tone: "Here, you can treat me as a normal Heaven Realm expert."
Lan Che wrapped himself in a windbreaker and breathed out softly: "I can use part of the power of the Heaven Realm. I cannot compete with the strong ones of the Heaven Realm, but in terms of pure power, I am not weaker than the ordinary Heaven Realm."
Ziquan nodded and added: "The body of the source of fire can climb to the level of heaven when necessary."
Ao Xuehua looked at his team leader Feiyu seriously and smiled softly: "Why are you trying to be so strong?"
Just as Ziquan was about to speak, he was interrupted by Aoxue Huasheng: "You have forcibly climbed to the heaven level once before, and your spirit is unstable. Don't say that there is no environment suitable for you to perform. Even if there is, you can support another improvisation now." A funeral song?"
Ziquan looked at the president's eyes, his attitude slowly softened, and he said softly: "If the time is short..."
"Then you have half a chance to expose the ancient gods and destroy us all together." Ao Xuehua interrupted mercilessly: "If there is someone in this world who loves to show off more than Xiaojiu, then that person can only be you. , you are not allowed to participate in a head-on battle this time."
Zhou Yan stretched out his hand timidly: "President, can I also apply for logistics services?"
Ao Xuehua silently propped up his forehead: "Senior, I won't let you die unless you tell me."
Then Aoxuehua looked at the girl who had been silent from beginning to end, sighed, and slowly spoke:
"Senior, this is a battle that does not belong to you."
His Highness the Third Highness nodded quietly, his fiery red eyes under the black cloak were clear and clear: "Yes."
But then, the red-haired girl said calmly: "But I don't want to see any of you die here."
Ao Xuehua raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is it possible?"
Saying this, she looked at the Third Highness seriously: "Only those of us who are hanging on the tail of the Heaven Realm may be able to bully ordinary people and ordinary Heaven Realms, but it is really difficult to deal with that adult."
"So." Ao Xuehua gently spit out a mouthful of white mist: "I will give you some coordinates and ask you to bring back a few people."
His Highness the Third nodded, then stretched out his small, white palm.
Ao Xuehua stretched out her hand and gently moved it on the palm of His Highness the Third Prince's hand, seeming to write strange symbols with his index finger.
When she finally finished writing, Zhenzheng looked at the inhuman face of His Highness Third Prince, his face full of apologies: "Please."
His Highness the Third nodded, and then his figure slowly disappeared in the air.
Everyone looked at the blurry figure of His Highness the Third, as if they saw a sudden dawn in the originally dark battle in front of them.
At this moment, His Highness the Third Prince's body suddenly fell back to the ground.
There was a little confusion in her fiery red eyes, and then she turned her head to look into the void where there was nothing.
"Who are you?"
She quietly made a clear and soft sound there.
