Senior Brother Zheng, who was forced by the sword blade to his throat, was so frightened that his soul was almost gone, and he stammered: "I, we don't want to die!"

"If you want to live, you can tell me honestly, I ask, you answer, if you hide anything, then die!"

The blade of the sword in Li Xiaobai's hand lightly poked at the opponent's skin, and while a trace of red marks appeared, goosebumps appeared around him at a speed visible to the naked eye. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"I say!

In order to survive, Senior Brother Zheng didn't want to be killed like this.

"Senior Brother Zheng!ah!"

The sword light flashed, and Lun Zhen, who wanted to dissuade him, let out a miserable scream, and his right arm was cut off by Li Xiaobai's shoulder with a sword.

Immediately, the sword blade pressed back against Senior Brother Zheng's throat, as if it had not moved at all, and the swordsmanship techniques learned from the ranger Zheng Xia were vividly displayed.

In a sense, this can be regarded as an example of killing chickens and monkeys.

"Where's the Star Picking Pavilion?"

Li Xiaobai didn't look at the warlock who was still wailing and screaming on the side, and asked directly.

"In, in......"

Senior Brother Zheng unconsciously cast his gaze in a certain direction.

"Say!"

The sword blade was lightly topped, and the slight stabbing made Senior Brother Zheng immediately shout: "Twenty miles to the east, look at Xingshan Mountain!"

"How many people are in the Star Picking Pavilion, and how many are the Warlocks?"

Through the changes in the other party's eyes and expressions, Li Xiaobai can easily tell whether the other party is telling the truth or lying.

"There were one hundred and forty-nine, forty-nine warlocks, thirty warriors, and the rest were mortals. ”

"How about the cultivation of the Dao of Martial Arts and the Martial Dao?"

"The pavilion master is a high-level cultivator of the Condensation Realm, perhaps he is about to break through the Quanzhen Realm, and there are four elders, all of whom are beginner-level cultivators of the Condensation Realm, nineteen disciples of the Refining God Realm, and the others are all in the Beginner Realm or the Spirit Channeling Realm, only one of the martial slaves has reached the Forging Body Realm, and the others are all in the Qi Gathering Realm. ”

With Li Xiaobai's questions one by one, Senior Brother Zheng was like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, and honestly explained all the situation in the Star Picking Pavilion.

"It turned out to be just a small sect that didn't enter the stream! ”

Li Xiaobai obviously overestimated the strength of the Star Picking Pavilion, there were five condensation realms and nineteen god refining realms all over the door, and the others were all beginner realms and spirit introduction realms, as for the martial arts cultivation as a martial slave fighter with only one forging body realm, there was no need to worry at all.

Not only does the Star Picking Pavilion have nothing to do with the Five Palaces and Seven Sects, but it can't even rank the thirteen sects of the Dao of Arts, so it can only be regarded as a small sect that has carved out a piece of land for itself.

I thought that only two disciples dared to show off their martial arts in Xiyan Town, but now it seems that they are just a paper tiger.

"No, we're going to pick up the Star Pavilion, uh......"

Senior Brother Zheng just wanted to tell that his sect was not out of the flow, but he didn't expect the sword blade in his throat to stab and slash, and his eyes immediately widened, and he fell to the side, and most of his neck was cut open and spewed out shocking blood arrows.

Li Xiaobai had already said that how he wanted to die, whether he confessed or not, it was just a dead end.

"Senior Brother Zheng! No, don't kill me!"

Because of the continuous blood loss, Lun Zhen, who was already colorless, tried to struggle, but how could he break free from the magic of a big demon.

"You've got too much nonsense!"

Li Xiaobai stabbed Lun Zhen's eyebrows with a sword, and then drew his sword, the blade of the sword was not stained with blood, and it was still recognizable.

Although the sword "Yuanyang" found from the imperial treasury was forged by a mortal swordsmith, because it was mixed with the precious snow-capped mountain cold iron, it was not inferior to the flying sword that entered the grade in terms of quality.

The things on the three Star Picking Pavilion Warlocks all became the weapons of Xiao Bai's classmates, and with a slight urge of the Chaos Blue Lotus, the three newly arrived flying swords all turned into fine sand, mixed with the soil, indistinguishable from each other, and the eighth lotus petal opened a little again, although it still failed to fully bloom, after all, it was better than nothing.

In addition, there are only four or five bottles of pills, a dozen spirit runes and a few silver coins, and nothing else, compared to those warlocks of the Star Luo Sect, as Li Xiaobai commented, they are really poor.

Twenty miles to the east, Wangxing Mountain.

Li Xiaobai looked into the depths of the green mountains, and in the misty clouds, there was the Li family's sworn enemy, the Star Picking Pavilion.

Maybe it was fate, God let him and Qingyao come here unexpectedly, so he took this opportunity to make a decision.

Even if the Star Pavilion wanted to calm things down, it was impossible for Xiaobai to let them go.

After the wind and rain, showing the mottled color of the stone plaque on the red lacquer big characters "Picking Star Pavilion" three words are still clear and eye-catching, more than a dozen men carry a full load of burdens from under the stone plaque through, along the narrow stone steps path only one step wide carefully and slowly, one side is the towering mountain wall, one side is the abyss, from time to time by the cold mountain wind blows down the small stones need a long time to hear the faint sound of impact.

Suddenly, there was a sound of wings flapping from far and near.

"Chen Laosan, when will you reach the top of the mountain? If you miss the hour, I will throw you off the mountain one by one!"

A small boy stood on top of a snowy crane, proudly scolding the sweaty porters, and the white bones scattered in the ravines of the mountains confirmed that this warning was not a lie.

The leading man pinched the dirty sweat towel, wiped a handful of hot sweat, and did not feel the cold wind around him at all, and accompanied the smiling face to the outside of the stone steps, and the little boy who was floating on the abyss said: "Little Immortal Chief, rest assured, we will definitely be able to send it to your Sect Immortal Gate in time!"

They are villagers at the foot of Wangxing Mountain, and in addition to farming, they are also responsible for transporting materials to the Star Picking Pavilion.

Because the mountain road is winding and difficult, and often encounters critical places, it takes at least 12 hours for the men of the village to reach the top of the mountain with a heavy burden, and it often takes three days and three nights to go back and forth.

This kind of transportation has to be carried out almost three or four times a month, and although the Star Picking Pavilion has spirit animals like snow cranes, they are unwilling to use them to transport these mundane things, so they can only rely on the villagers at the foot of the mountain to carry them on their shoulders with their own strength.

Even so, one or two people fall to their deaths every year on this treacherous mountain road.

Although it was not the intention to deliver supplies for the Star Picking Pavilion, it was better than being exploited by the local government, and those slippery officials could easily ruin the family, at least the immortal elders of the Star Picking Pavilion did not look down on their little homestead and a little money.

"I'm waiting for you at the top of the mountain!"

The boy flicked his sleeves proudly, and a few strange syllables came out of his mouth, and the snow crane that heard the instructions immediately flapped its wings and flew towards the depths of the clouds.

The porters didn't dare to have the slightest idea of stopping, gritted their teeth and continued to move forward, if they were killed by the immortals, if they lost their protection, it was foreseeable that those greedy and vicious officials would definitely exploit their families to death.

"Star Picking Pavilion?Qing Yao! It's here! It seems that that guy didn't lie to us!"

Li Xiaobai, who came to the bottom of the stone plaque along the dangerous mountain road, took the hand of the demon girl and looked up at the three bright red characters.

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