Guo Poyu didn't speak, but just pulled the magic knife "Xiaolou listens to the wind and rain all night" out of the scabbard.

He licked his lips, his eyes extremely bloodthirsty and cold.

At this moment, Guo Poyu is like a peerless treasure knife that has been sealed for a long time, and it is not glorious on weekdays, but at this moment, once this knife is unsheathed, it will be washed away and the edge will be exposed.

This kind of edge is extremely dazzling, and not everyone can withstand it.

As for Gao Changgong -

Compared with Guo Poyu's sharp spirit and monstrous fighting intent, it is much more restrained and low-key.

The whole person is like a pool of clear ancient wells, a soundless old building.

But no one dared to ignore this Taiyuan man.

In fact, a real master can feel that compared to Guo Poyu, this man with scarlet lips, a long robe, and an elegant body is much more threatening.

At least in terms of fighting alone, there are still people present who can stop Guo Poyu.

But no one has the confidence to stop Gao Changgong.

Guo Poyu is full of fighting spirit, like an angry tiger.

Gao Changgong is ready to go, like a taut giant bow.

Arrows are drawn.

The atmosphere here instantly became stagnant.

It seems that even the air has frozen.

An obscure and viscous murderous aura filled the entire Canglong Palace.

"Mr. Lu, I hope you will think clearly, if you really want to go to war again, we may not have the confidence to keep these two companions of yours, but you will definitely not survive." Susanoo said coldly.

"I know."

Lu Yu nodded, "But-old man, aren't your ears easy to use?" Didn't I say it a long time ago, I would have put my head on the table, and if I died, I would die, anyway, I was very extreme, and if I couldn't get what I wanted, then I wouldn't be able to eat, sleep, and I might as well die. Besides, if there is another war, Lao Tzu will not survive, but you, old man, don't seem to be able to survive either. Old man, do you think that the life of you, the only martial saint in Japan, is worth it, or is it the rotten life of I, Lu Changqing, who has long been half dead and half alive, and I don't know if I die today and tomorrow? ”

"You-"

Susanoo's face became even more ugly and gloomy.

Lu Yu continued: "Don't think I'm alarmist, or threaten you. I've never disdained to use any sideways, and if I can use conspiracy, I don't need to conspire. I'll give you ten seconds to think about it, if you don't agree to Lao Tzu's request, then the fish will die and the net will be broken, who is afraid of whom. ”

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

……

A ten-second countdown, soon over.

Guo Poyu licked his lips and clenched the magic knife in his hand.

Gao Changgong also pulled out the killing-pig-knife made of dark iron on his waist, and spun it in the palm of his hand, the blade was dignified and glowing with a cold luster.

The two major sub-saints on the opposite side are also ready.

It was a chaotic battle destined to shed a lot of blood.

"Wait a minute—"

Susanoo spoke suddenly.

He raised his hand and stopped the great Yasheng beside him.

"Mr. Lu, I promise your conditions."

Susanoo sighed, "Nirvana Prajna Heart Sutra, I can give it to you now." All you want is the four famous knives left, give me three days, and the old man will personally deliver them to you. ”

"Sect Master!"

"Sect Master, no!"

"Sect Master, it's a big deal to fight with them, I don't believe it, can't I keep these three juniors?" The black-robed old man said angrily.

"Junior?"

Susanoo shook his head, although the three people in front of him, although they are young, none of them are less than thirty years old, and the eldest Gao Changgong is only twenty-eight this year, but which one is really a junior?

In martial arts practice, the strong are respected, and seniority must be ranked, but the final status is not the final word on strength.

And which of the three young people in front of him is not qualified to be on an equal footing with these old men?

"Alright. I've made up my mind. Susanoo shook his head and sighed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Others can be impulsive, and they can be reckless.

But as the leader and leader of the entire Japanese cultivation world now, Susanoo can't be impulsive.

In any case, he will put the inheritance of the Japanese spiritual world first.

All other costs can be paid.

As long as there is hope, he went to Jiuquan after his death, and he is worthy of his ancestors.

"That's right, the old gentleman is really a reasonable person, it would be nice to be so reasonable, and everyone doesn't have to tear their faces, right? That's it, hello, I'm good, everyone's good. ”

Lu Yu immediately changed his face, and smiled like a warm jade, making people like a spring breeze.

Susanoo clapped his hands, and immediately someone took out the "Nirvana Prajna Heart Sutra", which was contained in a sandalwood box and respectfully delivered to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu took it, opened the box, and found that it was a thread-bound booklet wrapped in cloth, and the paper was already very old, with a quaint atmosphere.

When he opened it, it turned out to be ancient Sanskrit, and he naturally didn't know it.

However, presumably the great monk Nalan Shi must have known it, that is, he put it directly into his pocket.

Not afraid that Susanoo would dare to deceive him.

Because there is no point.

Moreover, judging from the age of this ancient book, it should also be genuine.

"Mr. Lu, what is your third request?" Susanoo said.

"It's even smaller."

Lu Yu squinted, "But it's more important to me - old man, I'm sad that a little girl died." I hope that the old gentleman can help her preside over a ritual and overtake her soul. This ceremony must be grand. I want all the Japanese monks to be present for at least 100 days. As for the specifications, I'll give you an analogy, if your emperor dies, you can do things to this little girl. ”

"Which little girl?" Susanoo asked.

"Her name is Chiba Kikyo." Lu Yu said.

Susanoo frowned.

In fact, after Lu Yu's voice fell, someone soon called to check all the information about the little girl named Chiba Kikyo in his mouth.

Only about five minutes later, a young warrior monk trotted in and whispered in Susanoo's ear.

Susanoo's face suddenly fell silent.

In fact, compared with Lu Yu's previous two requirements, although the third request is troublesome and quite troublesome, it is the least costly.

The crux of the matter is –

The magic thing that Lu Yu wants to do, the identity of that little girl, turns out to be a Liu-Ying.

Liu-Ying's speech is more literary.

To put it bluntly, it's a prostitute-woman.

Lu Yu actually asked him to be a Susanoo, a dignified martial saint, the sect master of the Heavenly God Sect, the first sect in Japan, and the person with the deepest attainments in Buddhism in Japan, to do a hundred days of Dharma for a prostitute-girl?!

What's even more excessive is that they even require all the eminent monks in Japan to come and participate in this ceremony?

So where does he Susanoo's face go?

Where will the face of the enlightened monks in Japan go?

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