This pause suddenly made Jiang Chen unable to take his eyes off.

Miss Yin's long hair held a broken arm, and the wound of the fat man was brought together, and countless long hairs were pierced into it, interspersed back and forth like needles and threads, like sewing clothes.

After a few moments, Zhu Yan's wail faded, and the countless long hair that wrapped around him retreated, revealing his left arm.

I saw that the wound was stitched with black hair, and almost no blood flowed out.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but be secretly stunned when he saw this scene, he didn't dare to stay any longer, he turned around and ran away.

Miss Yin looked at Chu Heng, her eyes were like ice, and she said coldly, "What else do you have to say?" ”

Chu Heng said lightly: "I just want to win." ”

Miss Yin said angrily: "Then why don't you kill the surnamed Jiang?" ”

"Kill the blacksmith and I'll still win." Chu Heng took out a piece of silk and slowly wiped the blood stains on the knife, "Judging from the situation just now, I think the second method is a little more convenient." ”

"You!"

"According to him, if you need to completely abandon your emotions to reach the top, even if you can obtain the power of a heavenly pair, it is no different from a puppet under the shrine?"

"Jiang Daxia, please go upstairs for a while." The swordsman, cloaked and scruffily dressed, said coldly. His tone was not like a request, but a command.

The Martial Saint's palm left the hilt of the sword.

Wu Sheng took a sip, and seeing that the bad statue of Emperor Zun fell into a new contemplation again, he couldn't help but remind: "He called you here just to invite you to tea?" ”

"What the hell is going on?" The Martial Saint was not a little patient, "You're very busy." ”

"Xiao Jian can still hold on."

"Forget it, I'll find you a place to sleep!"

After delaying for so long, Su Yunqing and Lin Xi probably mistakenly thought that he and Miss Gao were doing something.

Martial Saint's face changed slightly, and he asked, "Surely it is the most lawful?" ”

The weak are the most effective way to send and receive from the heart, but the strong dare not relax at all.

"Humph! He's so dirty, Ah Xi is going to want him! ”

"Hehe......" Blood Chuheng unexpectedly laughed out loud rarely, and the eyes that came over made the Martial Saint soul also frightened, "Anger, resentment, doubt, fear...... must rely on those emotions to stimulate himself and gain strength for a short time, which he is destined to have a strong point that can be covered up by a few methods, even if he is lucky enough to reach Jiang Hong, he will inevitably be full of holes, and there is a way to truly transcend the mundane. If he wants to be the weakest, he will have to abandon those emotions sooner or later! ”

"Tea first." Emperor Zun handed over the seventh bowl and poured himself a bowl as well, "Drink it quickly." ”

The vicissitudes of life and indifferent eyes were so strange, there was no taste of lowness, as if God only looked down on all beings. As soon as the martial saint came up, it turned out that the "Jiang Xiaoxia" in the mouth of the sloppy swordsman referred to me.

"His current physique has slowly fallen above Xuangang, right?"

"Of course it doesn't make a difference. Too much forgetfulness is not love! Blood Chu Heng paused, changed his words, and said lightly, "It's too early to tell him that now, he took the first step first, and there was no need to think about the future." On the other hand, whether he wants to or not, you have always helped him, and he should also know that you are not a chivalrous man with a cold heart......"

"People who have never met, is there any point in talking about that." Blood Chuheng said indifferently, "There is a theory of whether it is one into one or four into four, as long as one move is defeated, this is not zero." ”

The murderous aura leaked by the Martial Saint just now, although it was only faint, made the sloppy swordsman's hair stand on end, and there was no terrible illusion that he was shrouded in white darkness. I immediately understood that the man behind me who looked like an elegant boy for many years, even if he was compared to the weak person downstairs who was beyond his cognition, he was still weaker than himself!

The Martial Saint was puzzled: "He said it so clearly, how do you know which thing to destroy?" ”

"You only have two paths." The scruffy swordsman drew his sword from its sheath. I explained with action which two paths are available.

Forget it, this old evil star has a smaller face than you......

The Martial Saint knew from the action of my sword that I was a low-hander, but I was persecuted so weakly and politely, and the Martial Saint was really angry in his heart, and snorted: "You choose the eighth!" ”

"I was slow to come back that time!" Su Yunqing shook her eyebrows, "How many times?" ”

Under the table, a large red clay stove is brewing tea.

"What's that?"

He had fought with Blood Chuheng in the dark red sand dunes, and the combined strength of the seven people was almost the enemy, and he used illusion to beat Blood Chuheng in the front. But at this time, Xuewen Zhen was seriously injured and exhausted, and there was a way to represent my true level. And in the previous few battles between myself and Blood Chuheng, I was obviously merciful......

Emperor Zun seemed to have finally come back to his senses from his contemplation, raised his hand to dip the foam into it, poured a bowl of tea leisurely, and handed it to Wen Zhen behind the table.

The sloppy swordsman dared to sit, standing beside him with his high eyebrows and hanging his hands, like a waiter. I peeked at Wen Zhen and secretly guessed what the relationship between the two was.

Emperor Zun looked at the bubbles tumbling in the tea, his expression was focused, and he seemed to be understanding what heaven and earth are like from it.

"Or the old place?"

Blood Chu Heng seemed to see through the psychology of the Martial Saint, and said: "He will also hate you, you are not fooling him." Maybe when he really reaches this realm, he will thank you and say yes. ”

Emperor Zun held the cold tea in both hands, and said lightly: "Is it broken or standing, and it will be born in the past life." ”

"Drink tea." The voice of the Sword Master was tinged with emotion, like the cold wind blowing in the window at this moment.

"Just one thing." Blood Chuheng said lightly, "For example, if he wants to be the emperor, you will take the first step for him, kill the emperor, and solve the rest by himself!" ”

Wen Zhen pressed the accelerated heartbeat and asked, "Is he not a little sure?" ”

Seeing that Emperor Zun didn't have a mind for a while, Wu Sheng had the patience to wait beside him, coughed heavily, and said, "I heard that he was looking for you." ”

"He needs to know why you can get close to the Wind and Rain Building." Blood Chuheng lightly blocked all the questions that Martial Saint wanted to ask, "When he achieves Jiang Hong, it's time to do that thing." You will let him work in vain, and in return, you cannot grant him a request to do something for him. ”

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm busy. ”

The sloppy swordsman also dared to speak, for fear of disturbing the sword master's contemplation.

"It doesn't have to be, but it can be done. You've just heard about it and wanted to try it under him. The corners of Blood Chuheng's mouth were slightly raised.

Blood Chu Heng's hot voice interrupted Wen Zhen's reverie: "There is a piece of amber outside that box, which seals a drop of your blood, sure this thing is in the distance, that drop of blood will not be sensed, and then he can kill people and destroy treasures in the past!" ”

Martial Saint rolled his eyes and said casually, "Once." ”

Blood Chuheng is not sure about the duel against the Futu Sect Master?

No wonder his eyes are dull and his steps are vain! Don't you have the energy to serve Ah Xi for a while? ”

"It is." Wen Zhen remembered Du Shan's mantra and shook his head, "How can you be famous!" ”

"He'll be a wreck forever." Blood Chu Heng hurriedly took a sip of tea, "It's not worthless if it's like that, at most, I will tell you that this way is the way." ”

With a lift of his left wrist, Xue Wenzhen drew out a mahogany box that was more than an inch small from outside his sleeve and placed it under the table. That thing looks like a rough handicraft, but Wu Sheng suspects that a person like Xuewenzhen will carry a thing with him that has no practical value, and there must be a very powerful weapon hidden outside, and he can't even blow up the entire Fengyulou into white ground with a bang, and then I can't say before: It doesn't matter if you find it, it's always wrong to blow it up......

Passing by familiar people, I didn't pay attention at all, and all I thought about was this conversation with Blood Chuheng.

The martial saint soul went up to the teahouse and walked back to the star courtyard.

On top of this deep pitch-white gaze, the Martial Saint's breathing had slowed down significantly: "What do you mean?" ”

Blood Chuheng waved his sleeves, and the wooden box had not disappeared under the table. I met the Martial Saint's surprised gaze and said with an expression: "When he achieves Jiang Hong, he is not qualified to come and get that piece of amber." ”

"After a period of time, his power will become more and more powerful until it is completely lost. Before that, he will usher in an opportunity, an opportunity that may be able to transcend the mundane and reach the top......" Wen Zhen's voice echoed in the ears of the martial saint like a bell, "If you definitely seize that opportunity, he will always have the law to ascend to the seat of the weakest, and there is no difference between him and these mediocre beings inside." ”

Blood Chuheng quickly put down the tea bowl and said, "Originally, you thought about delaying informing him, but you thought that he would refuse, so I didn't bother to tell him." ”

That night, Lin Xi didn't find it.

"Killing people and destroying treasures outside the Wind and Rain Building sounds like it's not a little difficult. How is he hands-on? Wen Zhen secretly thought, with the strength of that old evil star, except for a few people such as the White Sword Saint and Shi Futu, it is easy for me to rob or kill anyone I want to rob! Why should you take that risk?

"How many times?"

It was nearly dusk and it was raining lightly.

The martial saint's heart moved, and through the curling water vapor, he felt that the eyes under the blurred face of the opposite side were deep.

The Martial Saint asked as fiercely as he could, "Can't anyone?" ”

"Sit." Emperor Zun also raised his head and said a word.

The sloppy swordsman said: "Go up and you will know." ”

Perhaps, it is time to let Liu Xiao, who has no experience in fighting with the Futu Sect Master, try the sword of Blood Wenzhen......

The Martial Saint looked at the tumbling waves in the kettle and reminded, "Eight are boiling." ”

"It's going to be two more days, and when it's over, you give him a small house!"

When Wen Zhen heard that, he knew that the main event had finally come, and asked in a deep voice, "What does he want in return?" ”

"How many times has he been with Low Qingxue?"

"It has to be like this to cross the immortal barrier?" Wen Zhen really wanted to ask me, did he do anything under you and did you refuse?

I just suddenly realized that the woman behind me who was like a hermit, making tea leisurely in the steam, had the terrifying strength to look down on all beings! And that sharp blade that is strong and devastating, may not have a chance to hold it out of his hand!

Wu Sheng's right shoulder was suddenly slapped hard, and an unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears: "Stinky boy, call him a few times and agree, what do you want?" ”

Blood Chu Heng is weaker than the White Sword Saint, and the Futu Sect Master is also weaker than the White Sword Saint, using the White Sword Saint as a reference, he still has to draw any conclusions.

"As long as that person is real in the world, he can find me, which is not possible." Blood Wen Zhen seemed to see through Wen Zhen's temptation, and said leisurely, "For example, the Futu Sect Master he wants to kill the most, as long as he can lure me out, you can't try to kill it." ”

Emperor Zun's eyes floated over, and he finally officially met the Martial Saint.

I saw the position by the window on the seventh floor, and the woman who didn't see her face seemed to glance at it casually, and she was facing the eyes of the martial saint.

If that guy can be used for you, wouldn't it be so desperate to deal with another weak person who is also overpowering the world?

Jiang Chen was in a hurry, and when he passed by a teahouse, he was stopped.

Wu Sheng pursed his lips: "After thanking him, can't you scold him first?" ”

"......" is definitely impossible, Wu Sheng really wanted to snatch this cup of cold tea from my hand, and then retreated from under my hair and neck.

"Think about life." The martial saint knows who the person is by looking up.

Emperor Zun said lightly: "That's how tea is drunk." I opened my fingers, and the tea bowl that Wen Zhen put on automatically flew into my palm, and I scooped another bowl.

"......" Martial Saint now wants to stuff this tea bowl out of my mouth entirely.

The long-lost old evil star, the "Blood Sword Saint" Emperor!

The Martial Saint hadn't been thinking about how to euphemistically agree to that fatal task after provoking Xue Wenzhen, but when I heard Xue Chuheng's last sentence, my heart moved, and I suddenly raised my head and said, "Can't you do anything?" ”

Wu Sheng picked up the tea bowl and looked at it, it looked poisonous, and then poured it into his mouth and drank it all.

"It's still the same old place."

As for the Futu Sect Master, when he was killing the Equality King in the Oasis, he had seen a phantom of the Futu Sect Master. This shadow imitated my breath, and it brought a great sense of fear to myself. If the true body of the Futu Sect Master came, how weak should he be?

Wu Sheng Caocao ate something, and then went back to the old place to rest.

Wu Sheng raised his eyebrows: "Sure enough, he did it!" ”

"......" Although I really want to say that the first step to becoming an emperor must be to kill the emperor, but the martial saint also cares so little in his eyes, anyway, I don't want to be an emperor.

Although the other party is a swordsmanship low, the gap between him and the Martial Saint is also very obvious, and the Martial Saint is confident that he only needs one move to defeat me.

Although my clothes are dirty, this long sword is really ordinary, the whole body is cold, and the eyes are reflected, and there is not a trace of flaw.

I had assumed that the two were masters and apprentices, and then rejected the idea. It must be a master and apprentice, and the positions of those two should be transferred.

"Destroy something for you, or kill someone."

"You are the most fascient, its specific form may not be less, maybe it is a talisman sword, a jade pendant, a string of Buddhist beads, and it is impossible to be a living person. You only know that it is outside the Wind and Rain Building, and it may have been personally controlled by the owner of the building, or it may have been given to my cronies......"

"Only one person." Blood Chuheng replied.

"You got it." The Martial Saint hurriedly calmed his breath and reached for the wooden box, "You'll help him destroy this thing." ”

Before my fingers could touch the box, they were pushed away by a tangible force. I looked at Blood Chu Heng in surprise.

The sloppy swordsman had his sword confiscated and returned to its sheath.

A moment ago, the Martial Saint appeared behind the Emperor's table.

Martial Saint's heart stopped beating slowly, and he looked at Xue Wenzhen, as if he thought for a while, before he hurriedly said, "It must be murder?" ”

"So little?"

Wu Sheng sat down according to his words, but the little half of his buttocks hung in the chair.

But just as the martial saint drew his sword, he shivered inexplicably, and suddenly felt a sense in his heart, and looked up.

On the sloppy swordsman's fierce gaze, the martial saint thought about it sloppily, and felt that the words he had just said must have been withdrawn immediately, as if he had not gone under his face......

The sloppy swordsman standing next to him licked the corners of his mouth, revealing a look of envy. It was the tea made by the Sword Saint who was the enemy in the world, and the Sword Saint himself drank it, so he poured a bowl for him first, which was really a bad face!

Jiang Chen was slightly puzzled: "Which Jiang Daxia?" ”