Jubaoxuan is one of the few shops in Ningcheng Square, but except for the space meteorite, there are almost no artifacts that can be called treasures. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Xuanji believed that after his own suggestion, after tonight, Jubaoxuan's only treasure of calmness would no longer exist, and thinking of this on the way back made him quite surprised.

Because of his intervention to persuade Xue Ning to dissuade Dong Bing, the head of Jubaoxuan, as a veteran of the three saints Hall Yuwen Zhan who fought together in the north and south, the deep-rooted royalist plot has always controlled him, in Dong Bing's eyes, the widow of the old hall master of Yuwen Zhan is orthodox and should be loyal, so even if Bai Xuanji helps to keep Jubaoxuan's incense, it is impossible for him to come forward to talk and express his gratitude, but he has been immersed in power and conspiracy for so many years, and he is also a businessman with a keen sense of smell, so he naturally will not do anything insulting, and finally he authorized his son to entertain Deacon Bai, except for the space meteorite, the treasures in the store are allowed to be picked。

This is what makes Bai Xuanji a little hypocritical, so it is not excessive, and only picks a few old Juyuan stones that can be called chicken ribs.

What's more, the space meteorite that lies underground so that many people can only watch it from a distance and cannot be blasphemed, and Bai Xuanji has absorbed a percent of the essence with the way of gold, if Xue Ning has the heart to measure it at night, she should find that the meteorite essence she is determined to obtain is lighter.

If it weren't for Jubaoxuan's floor slab being strong enough, it would definitely be crushed by him, Bai Xuanji also did his best, if he was given another three hours, maybe he could perform another exhausting twenty-two Dao technique after recovering his qi, but unfortunately there was not enough time, despite this, Bai Xuanji had already felt that his right arm hidden in his sleeve was as heavy as a thousand pounds, his bones were shattered, and the feeling of muscle tearing came for a while, and he forced himself back to the courtyard, and it was past noon, and the sunlight was broken into mottled points of light in the shade of the trees.

Bai Xuanjiyun rolled up his sleeves, and a three-foot single knife fell at his feet on the weapon rack placed against the wall in the southeast corner of the courtyard, and then he groaned softly: "The way of gold, the yellow ban is twenty-five, now my daughter is weak and can't get forward, please send two flowers to the Buddha, so I will give it back to him, and I will repay it!"

The twenty-fifth level of the Yellow Forbidden Dao Golden Forbidden Dao is not far from the highest level forbidden technique that Bai Xuanji can currently use, in fact, the twenty-fifth level forbidden technique of the Golden Forbidden Dao is originally a refining auxiliary method, due to the different levels of the artifacts, the twenty-fifth level forbidden technique of the Golden Forbidden Dao not only often appears in the yellow level, but also appears in the Xuan level, and even in different levels of the ground level.

It's just that at the moment when it is limited by the time of heaven and earth, the most that Bai Xuanji can refine is only a low-grade magic weapon, but even if it is a low-grade magic weapon, in Ningcheng, even the southeast of Daliang should be regarded as a treasure of the soldiers, which is much better than the best blades collected by the royal family.

The inky black powder sank little by little along the handle into the entire practice knife that was no more than forty catties, and the gray blade that reflected the sunlight in an instant was like a piece of ink spilled on the ground in the blink of an eye.

Bai Xuanji bent his fingers into a claw, took the knife into his palm in the air, and slashed towards the south, relying on the sword qi urged by the vitality to produce an arc of nearly two feet in the air, crashing into the rock three zhang away, Gaba-I don't know how many years the surface of the rock covered with moss was plowed out of a ravine with two sharp ends, wide in the middle, and about an inch deep.

"The material of this meteorite is acceptable, otherwise the Yuan Qi generated by the sixth layer of the Ning Yuan Realm will shatter the blade, Yu Wenxuan is suitable to use it, after a little thought in the past few days, he can record the set of exercises that he thought of to break through the Ning Yuan Realm and give it to Yu Wenxuan!"

He is like this, and he understands grievances.

Of course, even if Yu Wenxuan didn't save him, he would probably help him, a talented and solid young man will have a good opportunity wherever he goes, this is the truth that God rewards hard work, the same brother, Yu Wenbiao's kind of gentleman who waits for the melon to ripen is too far away, one day, after the defeat, there will be no doubt that he will be a lost dog.

It is impossible for a person to decide his origin, but as long as life is endless and the struggle continues, the lowly will also step on the nobility and be favored by fate.

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The main hall of the Three Holy Churches.

Under the tall screen, a woman dressed in brocade and satin sat on a banana chair, trembling with the jade beads and gold hairpins on her head in anger.

Under the steps, an old man about eighty years old held his beard and said: "Feng Mei, this matter should not be delayed, there is news from the eyeliner of Haicheng, the Tiger Gang has promised to recruit the little Buddha Lu Batian, now not to mention our three counties, it is the entire beam, there are not many masters who can reach the middle of the seventh layer, and there are only a handful of people who are willing to show up and enjoy the prosperity of the world, if this Lu Batian can be used by us, then whether it is Bai Xuanji or Yu Wenxuan, isn't it all fish and meat on the chopping board?"

"Yes, mother, Grandpa Nine is right......

The bead curtain behind the screen on one side of the main hall was raised, and Yuwen Biao was carried in by two men while holding a woman on a rattan chair, which was the first day after Yuwen Biao got out of bed after taking the golden medicine, and at this time the person arrived before the sound came: "Mother, please invite the master to come first, first slaughter Bai Xuanji's skin cramps, and then scrap Yuwenxuan's martial arts and tie it up with iron chains to make us dogs, and then ...... Whoa—"

Yuwen Biao couldn't help but burp, although he washed his stomach and intestines after being rescued that night, ate musk pills again, and took the gold medicine for bruising, but the stench still needed some time to dissipate, he hugged the little prostitute in Cuixianglou and retched for a while, but he could only force a smile because of the boss's obscenity, Yuwen Biao was very complacent.

"Mother, the surname Bai dared to throw the child into the dung pit and humiliate the power of the mother, now he is dead, I want to, he-...... Whoa—"

Zhou Fengmei's angry phoenix eyes were tall, and she slammed the mahogany tea table next to her with a slap, "Bastard, shut your stinky mouth!"

The two subordinates were so frightened that they threw the rattan chair aside and knelt down, and Yu Wenbiao, who had fallen into a lot of meat, and the little prostitute were also frightened, and in Yu Wenbiao's impression, his mother didn't seem to be so angry with him.

"Slut, get out of here immediately! next time I see you, I want your life!"

Mrs. Zhou is a well-known character in the Three Holy Churches, killing people is just child's play, how can the little prostitute not know, listening to Mrs. Zhou's words, kowtowing a few times, and rushing out of the main hall with a roll.

Zhou Fengmei has to be strong in her life, but she has no choice but to give birth to such a loser, once upon a time, how much she hoped that Yu Wenxuan could be her son. If it weren't for maintaining a huge family business, in order to let people know that she Zhou Fengmei is not a widow who is bullied, but a woman who has the ability to compete with men for a piece of the world.

Yu Wenbiao is idle, she can endure it, but she blames her godson for having no way.

Yuwen Biao can also endure the flowers and grass, who makes this world men inferior to women.

However, Yu Wenbiao made herself look like an idiot in front of outsiders, and she couldn't bear it. Yu Wenbiao's brainless actions have affected the foundation of the Three Holy Churches, and she is even more unallowed.

"Let me ask you, was Bai Xuanji assassinated by the little maid because of your troublemaker?"

"Huh? no!"

Smack-

A crisp slap in the face.

"Isn't it?"

"No, mother, though I ...... Would love to have fun......"

Smack-

"Woo-mother, it's really not me!" Yu Wenbiao covered half of his hot face, his eyes were full of tears, and he remembered that his mother hadn't beaten him for many years.

"You said you didn't do it? Who else could there be besides you?"

"How do I know? I thought it was my mother kissing you!"

"Bastard thing!"

Zhou Fengmei's eyes were dark, Yu Wenbiao was so frightened that he hid behind the octogenarian old man, and begged: "Ninth grandfather, save me! Mother, I really didn't do it!"

Although the old man known as Grandpa Nine didn't want to see this kid, after all, he was also a bloodline of the Zhou family, so he coughed dryly and persuaded Zhou Fengmei to dissipate his anger.

"Okay, I believe you for the time being, you didn't do it!"

When Yu Wenbiao saw her say this, she nodded happily like a chicken pecking rice, but saw that her mother's fair face was covered with a layer of frost, and the two walnuts that she loved on weekdays in her left hand turned into yellow powder and slipped from her fingers at some point, and said in a cold tone in a different businesslike tone: "Let me ask you again, did you pay for the assassins sent by the Flying Eagle Castle?"

After that incident last year, the mother warned the child, and the child would not dare even if he was reckless!"

A year ago, Bai Xuanji encountered an assassin while cultivating and almost went mad. Yu Wenxuan and the good men in the hall led by Elder Kong of the neutral faction laid a net, but in the end, the murderer was not found.

Naturally, they couldn't find it, because the murderer didn't leave the Three Holy Churches at all, and he is still there to this day. Because this murderer was hired by Yu Wenbiao at a great price, Zhou Fengmei sent his henchmen to pick up the assassin back after knowing it for the first time, and killed it quietly, buried in the back garden of his wife's mansion, if she didn't do this, the assassin would undoubtedly be caught by Yu Wenxuan and others, even if he was tight-lipped, how could he escape Elder Kong's methods.

Afterwards, Zhou Fengmei grounded Yu Wenbiao and fasted, taught a seven-day lesson, bitterly stated the benefits, and finally concealed the matter. And such behaviors have already stepped on Mrs. Zhou's red line, so Yu Wenbiao, who almost died of a big crime and returned to the West, will definitely not do it.

Ahh

A miserable snort came from Yu Wenbiao's mouth, and he almost crossed the entire corridor of the main hall and fell to the ground, and when he landed, his eyes flashed with gold stars, and he fainted.

Zhou Fengmei rubbed her hands into knives and stood in front of Yu Wenbiao, with mixed feelings.

After so many years of hard work and hard work on this rebel, the scenes are spinning quickly in my mind, but I have the heart to pick flowers and flowers and not bloom, and all I can harvest is full of unwillingness and grievances, but the two tears that are about to slip are supported back by her. Mrs. Zhou bit her silver teeth, and urged her vitality to cut off Yu Wenbiao's legs: "Don't blame your mother for being ruthless, just because you have a far-reaching legacy, break your legs today, my mother will admit it even if she takes care of you for a lifetime, my mother really doesn't want the Three Holy Churches to collapse in my hands!"

The old man was dumbfounded, he didn't expect the situation to take a sharp turn, and he only had time to shout no, and Zhou Fengmei slashed it with a powerful hand knife.