The Qingzhu Sword King said lightly, "It has nothing to do with you. ”

Seeing that the Qingzhu Sword King didn't appreciate it, the White Eyebrow Heavenly King had no choice but to spread his hands and said, "Okay, since you want to find Yang Shenjun, why do you want to intercept the army of the heavens, I don't think you are a nosy person." ”

Qingzhu Sword King said: "I want Yang Shenjun to come to see me in person." ”

The White Eyebrow Heavenly King asked, "What if he doesn't come?" ”

Qingzhu Sword King said: "Then I will kill him until he comes forward." ”

The white-eyed Heavenly King cursed in a low voice: "Yang Shenjun, this bastard, I wiped his ass for him last time, and this time I want to, it's really fucking damned." ”

Qingzhu Sword King said: "This is my life and death platform, if you don't leave, I won't show mercy to your subordinates." ”

The white-eyed Heavenly King shook his head and said, "The old man can't go. ”

The Qingzhu Sword King said, "Will you be my second opponent?" ”

The white-eyed Heavenly King hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't get me wrong, the old man is going to watch the battle from the sidelines, give up this life and death platform, and make room for others." ”

"Someone else?"

The White-eyed Heavenly King stretched out his finger, pointed upwards at the sky and said, "Your second opponent is not me, but him. ”

The next moment, the divine white-golden light enveloped the earth, countless snow-white feathers fluttered down, and a pillar of light fell suddenly, and the powerful power of the king of the immortals spread.

The white-eyed king stepped aside early, found an empty place to sit down, and looked like he was waiting to see a good show.

In the face of this sacred and unfamiliar coercion, the Qingzhu Sword King's clothes were blown to the sound of hunting, but his face was calm and unmoving.

The light dissipated, and a holy figure had appeared on the platform of life and death.

It was a handsome man, with surprisingly fair skin, long silver hair that was particularly eye-catching, and the six wings behind him were white and flawless, each of which exuded a pure divine aura.

The eyes of the Qingzhu Sword King fell on the six wings behind the man, and he recognized the man's origin at a glance and said: "The wings are immortals, the four wings turn into gold, and the six wings are kings, you are the immortal king of the feather realm?" ”

The handsome man nodded and said, "Feather Realm Feather Butterfly, come to ask for advice." ”

A slight fluctuation flashed in the eyes of the Qingzhu Sword King and said, "The people in the Feather Realm have all been invited, and it seems that some people can't sit still. ”

Feather Realm, the first world of the heavens.

Feather Butterfly chuckled and said, "You misunderstood, the Feather Realm is not under anyone's command, I am here just to fight with you, but it is a thought of mine." ”

The Qingzhu Sword King said, "What thoughts?"

The Feathered Butterfly didn't speak, and with a wave of the wings behind it, countless feathers scattered, but they gathered together as if they were being guided, turned into a piece of silver light, and fell into the Feathered Butterfly's hands.

The silver light dissipated, and the two silver-white short swords were firmly held by the Feathered Butterfly.

Feather Butterfly's eyes narrowed slightly, stared at the Qingzhu Sword King and said: "The world says that your Qingzhu is the number one sword among the immortal kings, but the two of us have fate, and my cultivation just happens to be the way of the sword, I came here to know if the 'silver wing' in my hand can cut off your Qingzhu's head." ”

The Qingzhu Sword King's face was not shocked, and he just asked, "Who are you Yu Wenrong?" ”

Feather Butterfly smiled when she heard this: "Why, do you know my brother's name, could it be that you are also one of his former defeated men?" ”

Qingzhu Sword King said: "If it is Yu Wenrong, you may be able to call it my opponent, but you are not qualified." ”

Feather Butterfly was not angry when she heard this, the silver wings of the twin swords in her hand exuded a cold light, and said with a smile: "It's all here, it's not qualified, let's talk about it after the battle, Qingzhu, you haven't been born for a long time, can you still wield the sword?" ”

Shout!

The sharp sword qi instantly cut off a strand of silver hair of the Feather Butterfly, without a trace, without a trace, without a trace, so fast that it was incredible, and even the Feather Butterfly did not react.

The Qingzhu Sword King held Shenbi in his hand, and said indifferently: "To the extent that I killed you, it should still be possible, you will be the first Six-Winged Feather King to be killed by me." ”

"Five hundred and three pounds, pass!"

"Five hundred and fifteen pounds, too!"

“.”

The fat warden counted the red grass handed in by each slave, and the horizontal flesh on his face twitched a few times from time to time, looking particularly mean.

"Three hundred and seventy-nine pounds, you stop me!"

With the fat prisoner's shout, all the slaves present trembled with fear.

The fat prisoner kicked the thin slave man to the ground, and asked viciously: "I said, each slave pays at least 500 catties a month, why can't you pay all the red grass?" ”

The slave man cried: "My lord, my arm has been crippled because it has not been cured for three months, and I can't pick 500 catties of red grass in a month with only one hand, can you buy me some herbs for me to treat my arm, otherwise my arm will really not be saved!" ”

"Cure a fart!" The fat prisoner slapped the slave man hard, then drew his knife and slashed it down mercilessly.

Click!

I saw that the fat prisoner's hand was up and down, and the slave man's head also rolled to the ground.

The fat prison officer looked at the corpse of the slave man, and did not forget to sneer: "Now you don't have to worry about your arm." ”

The slaves didn't react much when they saw this scene, as slaves, their lives were cheaper than ants, and every month there would be a few people who couldn't meet the red grass, and their fate was as miserable as this slave man, without exception.

The fat prison officer coldly glanced at all the slaves and scolded: "Listen, I'll say it again, no matter what reason you have, as long as you can't hand over the red grass, it's a capital crime, don't sell me to be pitiful, you cheap people don't deserve it!" ”

The slaves seemed to have acquiesced to such a fate, and no one stood up to resist.

Among the slaves was a little girl about ten years old, her name was Black Mud, and because of her dark skin, she was the youngest slave here.

After the fat prison officer counted the red grass handed over by the black mud, he frowned and said, "Why is it five hundred catties again?" ”

Black Nizi said: "Isn't the minimum requirement five hundred catties?" ”

The fat prison officer suddenly said a little unpleasantly: "Then you don't know how to make more contacts?" Next time, if you miss one or two, I'll cut off your head. ”

Black mud said: "It's indispensable." ”

The fat prison officer suddenly looked fierce and said, "You little still dare to be fierce? ”

Black Mud didn't speak.

The fat prison officer looked at her coldly and said, "If it weren't for the mercy of our eldest lady and picking you up, you would have been taken away by wolves long ago." ”

The black mud still didn't speak, just turned his head and left.

Seeing this, the fat prison officer directly said angrily: "I talked to you, didn't you hear? ”

Seeing this, an old slave man explained: "My lord, this child is born with a cold temperament and does not understand human feelings, so you don't need to be like her. ”

(End of chapter)