Xitan Selangor is good at producing tassel snow, which can greatly strengthen the body and has always been urgently sought after by major forces.

There is still half a year to go is another ten years of snow picking, and Yancheng, the production area of tassel snow, has become prosperous again unconsciously.

Whether it is the top Selangor forces or the principals of the major cities, they are all a little eyeing the tassel snow.

If you want to say that the top forces in Xitan Selangor Prefecture were four in the early fifteen years.

Little South, Louvre, Drinking Horse Stream, North Sky Snow.

Later, the Louvre didn't know what it was provoking or if it was guilty, and the other three families united to wash the Louvre in blood on that long night full of crying and fireworks fifteen years ago.

The two elders of the Louvre Palace with sixth-order strength did not retreat, and they were picked out of their heads before the Luofu Palace, and they hung on the white marble pillar in front of the main hall.

It is said that the blood spilled that day did not clot, and the hundred-meter-long white marble pillar was blood-red.

After that inexplicable incident, there was only one fish in the entire Louvre that slipped through the net, and that was the old Mr. Luo in White Horse City today.

Later, I don't know who called for help from the real leader of the Storm Sea, the Sea Clan, sent a message from the crystal palace in the deep sea, telling those sixth-order people to stop.

When it comes to the number of masters, the huge Sea Clan is much more than the Human Race, plus they are born with a long lifespan, and those old immortals in the clan who only rely on sleep to prolong their lives don't know how many, even if the Sixth Order of several other forces is unwilling, they can only stop.

But I played another heart on this, the sentence in the Crystal Palace did not let me chase and kill the sixth-order, and the fifth-order disciples under the door were naturally not included in it, and then there was a good story of Bi ruthlessly running thousands of miles to save Mr. Luo.

Not to mention these, let's just say that the destruction fifteen years ago inadvertently made the reputation of the profitable Xiaonanguo gradually open up the other two factions, and there is a faint demeanor of the head of the three factions over the years.

Yancheng is located in the center of the three factions, near the sea, close to the White Horse City, and the area of West Tan Selangor Prefecture is quite extensive.

The main faction of Xiaonanguo is in Tongtian Peak, with one main peak and nine auxiliary peaks, a total of ten.

On the top of the main peak of the Tongtian Peak, there is an ordinary alley, a total of three miles long, and the camphor wood that countless people hug is sparsely planted in the alley, so it is called the camphor wood Sanli Lane.

This place is a little dilapidated, the camphor wood pavilion is like a cover, there is no sunlight in all seasons, and few people will come.

Today, I don't know what kind of evil it is, at the mouth of the alley of Zhangmu Sanli Lane, there is a dilapidated house, and there is a purple-faced middle-aged man in brocade clothes standing at the door of the house.

The middle-aged man had a wide-mouthed nose, his eyes were bright, and he walked long and tiger, seeing him wearing a brocade robe and jade belt, stepping on satin shoes, and wearing a small pavilion ring on his fingers behind his back.

The ring is made of purple jade, the small pavilion is only the size of a soybean, but it is round and jade, lifelike, and even the white jade gourd hanging on the eaves of the pentagonal pavilion has a solemn taste.

The middle-aged man was obviously not an ordinary person, but looking at the way he stood outside the dilapidated house, although he was still solemn, he lacked the artistic conception of looking down on the world.

I don't know if I don't dare, or if I don't deserve it.

The camphor wood alley was silent, and the scattered sunlight fell to the ground through the dead branches of the camphor wood, dazzling like broken gold.

The middle-aged man waited outside the jujube courtyard gate all morning, and he was a little impatient at the moment, thinking that he was the dignified sect master of the Xiaonan Kingdom, and only others were waiting for him, when would he be hung out of the door like this.

It's just that for the two old men in the house, he really can't bear it and doesn't dare to get angry.

Halfway through the day, the golden glow had begun to move eastward, and the color began to turn a little redder, and the door of the hut finally opened. The middle-aged man in the brocade robe raised his eyes and his spirits lifted, he slapped his wide sleeves a few times, rubbed his stiff face, and strode inside.

The small courtyard is not big, but it seems to be two worlds from the outside.

The warm sunlight shone on the courtyard, which looked a little warm, and there were two gray-haired old men in the sun.

One of them was lying on the bamboo chair, squinting at the sun in the sky, and ignoring the sect master who came in.

The other man was sweeping the floor with a broom, he kept coughing, coughing two steps, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm, and then continued to sweep.

In the courtyard, there is only the "rustle" sound of brooms falling on the ground.

The brocade-robed sect master stood at the gate of the small courtyard and saluted respectfully: "Elder Sun, Elder Situ." ”

The one on the recliner was still looking at the sky, as if he hadn't heard it, and the other one with a broom coughed, but responded softly: "Well, I don't know what the sect master is doing when he came over today?"

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe hurriedly bowed down and replied, "Don't hide it from Elder Situ, the disciple came over this time, and he really has something to ask for." ”

"What's the matter?" said the old man with the broom, slurred, and spat out another mouthful.

The situation in front of him was extremely vulgar, but the middle-aged man in the brocade robe didn't dare to have any objections, he didn't even mean to raise his eyes to take a second look, he lowered his head slightly, looked at the ground, and said respectfully: "The disciple came this time to let the two elders go to a wild goose city. ”

"Yancheng?" Elder Sun, who had been silently outside the wandering objects, suddenly came back to his senses, he thought carefully for a while, and muttered thoughtfully: "Oh, yes, the snow picking day is coming. ”

"Let's go to Yancheng with one of them? Didn't you all the elders lead the team before, why this time?" The old man with a broom stood quietly in place, holding the broom in his hand, and there was an indescribable twilight in his eyes.

It's like the sun in the waning sun, even if it shines thousands of rays of light, it is only burning the last light and heat.

The middle-aged man in the brocade robe didn't dare to have any contempt for the old man holding a broom in front of him, even if his body seemed to be unable to support it in the next second.

Situ Po, Sun Shaoxue, both of them are sixth-order strength, they are the only two remaining Taishang elders in Xiaonanguo, fifteen years ago, the three major Taishang elders of Xiaonanguo died in battle, Situ Po was injured by the last blow of the Louvre Palace Master before he died, and he was not cured for a long time, and then he slowly became this tuberculosis ghost.

In terms of generation, they are all uncles and uncles of the middle-aged man in this brocade robe, and it is not an exaggeration to consider themselves disciples.

In the face of Situ Po's questioning, the middle-aged man in the brocade robe naturally did not dare to slack off, he explained carefully: "After the battle from the Louvre, my Xiaonan country has the head of the sect of Xitan Selangor, and the Northern Tianxue and the Drinking Horse Stream will naturally not give up. ”

Only the middle-aged man in the brocade robe bowed down to speak, and when the words fell, no one paid attention to him for a long time, even Elder Situ, who was holding a broom, did not pay attention to the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, and his back was slightly sweaty.

For a long time, just when the middle-aged man in the brocade robe no longer had hope, Elder Sun, who was lying on the recliner, sighed: "Pure Sect. ”

"The disciple is here. When this little Southern Sect Master, Jingzong, who was known as the Great Ambition of the Great Ambition, heard this call, it was as if he had heard the sound of an immortal, and even the words of consent were trembling.

"Do you know the reason why a gun shoots a bird in the head?" Elder Sun turned his head and looked squarely at the middle-aged man in front of him wearing a brocade robe and a ring for the first time.

"The Pure Sect knows. The middle-aged man in the brocade robe responded: "It's just that the Jingzong thinks that most of the things in this world can't escape a single dispute, and my Xiaonanguo doesn't fight, if the other two families get the first opportunity, in the days to come, we won't have such a good time." ”

"Have you forgotten how Luofu was destroyed?" Elder Sun sighed, glanced at Elder Situ, and continued: "Of our group of old immortals, only the Golden Old Ghost has the most outstanding talent. ”

"yes. Elder Situ coughed twice, two sickly reds appeared on his cheeks, and said with some nostalgia.

"From the time we were young, until he died, no matter where it was, he crushed all of us, the fourth order of the promotion, the fifth order of the promotion, and the sixth order of the promotion. ”

"yes. Elder Sun took over the conversation: "You said that the old ghost Jin is so strong, it's just that he always presses us to take the first step, we all endure it, but you old ghost Jin grabs the rest, how can you even grab the seventh order, the seventh order is not something anyone can promote, in our life, the talent is only afraid to stop at the sixth order, if a seventh order suddenly appears, where is there a way for you juniors to live, I am afraid that it will only be twenty years, and this Xitan Snow Prefecture will be surnamed Jin." ”

"The battle in the Louvre, from the time the old ghost Jin chose to advance, the ending was already doomed, for this reason, your master did not hesitate to sacrifice himself, and he has already destroyed a Louvre, haven't you understood it yet?" Elder Situ looked at the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, and said a little seriously.

"Uncle, you understand what you said about the Pure Sect, but this time is different from the past, and fighting for the tassel snow is also to compete for the resources of the younger disciples, no more than advancing to the seventh order, the resistance is much smaller, the sect needs the support of excellent juniors, which is different from vainly trying to overwhelm Xitan Snow Prefecture with its own strength. The middle-aged man in the brocade robe hurriedly distinguished.

"Looks like you still don't get it. Elder Situ looked at the middle-aged man in the brocade robe, looked at it for a long time, sighed, coughed lightly twice, and continued to sweep the ground. Elder Sun had already ignored him again.

Jingzong had sweat on his face, and seeing that the sun was waning, he gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and asked suspiciously, "I don't know if the two senior uncles can agree." ”

A slightly tired voice came from Elder Situ's mouth: "We have our own plans for this matter, you can go back first." ”

"But......" The middle-aged man in the brocade robe wanted to say something, and a soft wind had already sent him out of the door.

"You go back first......"