Text Chapter Ninety-Seven Baixiao Pavilion Attacking Again

Baixiao Pavilion Headquarters

Or a familiar office.

is still the familiar Bai Xiaosheng.

Bai Xiaosheng, as always, looked at the reports one by one, and showed a lewd smile on his lips from time to time.

Of course, the assistant who appeared every time also took the stage this time.

"Pavilion Master, there's news from Frost City!"

Bai Xiaosheng skillfully took the document, and as expected, it was really related to Wang Chu.

Under the devastation of this period of time, Bai Xiaosheng has developed a great immunity to Wang Chu's news.

Although it hasn't been opened yet, Bai Xiaosheng already has a kind of confidence that even if it says that Wang Chu killed the Demon Sect Leader Mo Wuji, Bai Xiaosheng guarantees that he will definitely not be surprised.

The previous few gaffes were just that I wasn't ready.

Think about it, since Wang Chu entered the Xuanhuang World, he had to make a big move every once in a while.

Bai Xiaosheng felt that he had been scared to the point that his life had been reduced for almost ten years.

Especially last time, the news of the assassination of Demon Wuji made his already small hair fall out a lot.

Since then, Bai Xiaosheng has secretly made up his mind that even if the news of Wang Chu's ascension comes the next day, he must remain calm.

Slowly opening the file, Bai Xiaosheng watched.

While watching, I was also interested in picking up the teacup on the side and taking two sips.

"Uh-huh! That's right, this time it's just to destroy a Demon Gate Altar and kill a martial artist of the sixth layer of the Great Grandmaster, it's okay, it's not a big deal! Bai Xiaosheng said calmly.

He continued to look down: "Oh, you need to use seed permissions, yes, it's not a big deal!" ”

Then he put down the document and said calmly to the assistant: "Someone has been called to a meeting." ”

After saying that, he got up and left the office.

Looking at Bai Xiaosheng's departing back, the assistant's eyes were full of admiration: "It is worthy of being the pavilion master, and his adaptability is really strong." ”

Soon after, the conference room (familiar with the conference room) said, "That's right, it's still me!" ”)

Ten bad Chinese characters that are idle every day and have a sore stomach are gathered together again.

The first to speak, of course, was the bearded man with the least discipline.

"What! It's a good thing to use the seed privilege, since the last time I destroyed the Hundred Soldiers' Mansion, Lao Tzu's big knife has already been hungry and thirsty, and if I am inactive, I still think I can't lift the knife. ”

"Can't you just stop a little! A lot of people are old, and they use knives and guns all day long, it's not a shame! "The red-haired old man's daily attack must be striking.

"It's so wide, have I eaten your rice!" The bearded man roared.

So the war of words between the two began immediately.

Bai Xiaosheng, whose mood has greatly improved recently, did not stop the two from arguing this time, but looked at the two with great interest.

The others didn't care about these two goods, and asked Bai Xiaosheng directly:

"Pavilion Master, which one is the target this time!"

Bai Xiaoge opened his mouth: "This time it's mainly to save people, and the target is the Demon Sect's Qiantian Temple." ”

Hearing Bai Xiaosheng's words, several people looked uninterested: "Demon Sect Qiantian Palace, that is to say, the opponent is the ninth layer of the Great Grandmaster!" ”

If it was before, as soon as he heard that there was a fight, no matter what he cultivated, a group of people would rush to be the first as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

But since Wang Chu appeared, you see, a junior of the family was born with a great grandmaster, and the grandmaster directly approached the Demon Sect Leader Mo Wuji.

Looking at what I was dealing with all day long, I was dealing with some people who were not even trash fish, and I couldn't raise my motivation at all.

Seeing that everyone's enthusiasm was not high at all, Bai Xiaosheng spoke again: "Of course, it is rare for someone to use the seed authority once, and only deal with a great grandmaster at the ninth level, it is indeed a waste, so I decided to add a little bit of difficulty." ”

Hearing Bai Xiaosheng's words, everyone cheered up, and even the bearded man and the red-haired monster stopped arguing.

Seeing that everyone was quiet, Bai Xiaosheng continued to speak: "During this period of time, the Demon Sect was born, and there was obviously a lot of chaos on the rivers and lakes, originally I wanted to wait for the Demon Sect to develop almost, and then directly serve it in a pot, so that the future development of our Baixiao Pavilion is the most powerful, but in recent times, the casualty index of ordinary people has increased significantly, so I thought about it carefully, it is better to beat the Demon Sect, the battle between the warriors, if you die, your skills are not as good as others, but it will affect ordinary people, That is, the sin is irreparable, so with this seed permission matter, I am ready to make the matter bigger, but this matter must be kept secret, and if someone investigates, we must unify our voice. ”

"Understand the pavilion master, if the people above ask, with the seed authority as a shield, those who play politics have nothing to say, and they must agree to it when the seed authority is formulated back then!"

"I won't say anything superfluous, you just understand! You will discuss how to assign specific tasks, and I will not mix. After Bai Xiaosheng finished speaking, he left the conference room.

The moment the door was closed, it was like a frying pan.

"Don't rob anyone TM with me, Mo Wuji Lao Tzu contracted... Finish! The bearded man jumped onto the table and shouted.

Before he finished speaking, the red-haired ghost kicked the bearded man off the table: "You contract a leather fart, Mo Wuji Lao Tzu wants it." ”

"Don't stop me, let me kill them, if you kill them, no one will be strong with me!"

"Get out of here, Mowuji is mine!"

Mo Wuji, who was thousands of miles away, didn't know that there was a group of bad Chinese characters here, and they couldn't open the glue in order to grab his ownership.

...........

A day later, the main altar of the Demon Sect's Qiantian Temple.

A large bearded man hovers in the air with a large knife.

The big man was furious, and there were some faint red and swollen marks on his face that had just subsided.

"Mahler, join forces with Yin Lao Tzu, wait and see, Lao Tzu will definitely take revenge!"

Under the bearded man, the entire Qiantian Altar has been reduced to ruins.

Not far away, a great grandmaster ninth-level martial artist lay on the ground and looked at the bearded man floating in the air in horror.

The bearded man flew down, stepped on the face of the warrior and shouted, "Say, what about the person Lao Tzu wants? Don't say it again, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

The warrior who was trampled under his feet burst into tears, aggrieved like a little daughter-in-law: "Big brother! Uncle! It's not that I don't pay anyone, but you tell me who you want! ”

...........

At the same time, above Fengming City, which had become the headquarters of the Demon Sect, there were also four mysterious people floating in the air.

Mo Wuji stood below, cautiously looking at the four mysterious people who were guessing fists in the air.

Right! That's right! They're guessing boxing!

And I've been guessing for almost an hour.

From the four-person melee at the beginning, to the current two kings fighting.

Finally in this one, the results of the guess boxing came out.

The red-haired old man shouted excitedly: "I won, Mo Wuji is mine, you are not allowed to be strong!" Hahaha! ”

Mo Wuji: "I have a three-character mantra, I don't know whether to say it or not!" ”