Qi Fu Zhao seemed to want to say something, but he endured it and forcibly swallowed it back. It's good that Shaojun is happy.

"That seems to be...... The people of the Whiskers. Begging Fu Zhao was puzzled by the cold voice, he sniffed, and he could catch a trace of the smell from such a distance, "I can feel the breath on his body.

Su Hansheng looked back at him: "The Whiskers? Why did you follow my brother?"

Wrong. When the building boat was attacked, Su Hansheng faintly heard those black-clothed primordial babies saying that Zhuang Lingxiu had the blood of holy relics on his body.

If the purpose of the Whisker Clan is to open the door of the Infernal Realm... That goal should be Zhuang Spirituality.

Su Hansheng made a heavy jump in his right eyelid.

In the previous life, Zhuang Lingxiu had died in the ruins of the building boat, and there must be something more important than the blood of the holy relics in the Dao sacrifice, so that the Fuer clan would not hesitate to slaughter many students to pour out of the nest.

Su Hansheng was still pondering, and when he came back to his senses, Qi Fu Zhao was no longer in front of him.

He was stunned for a moment, and was about to look around, but saw that in the deep alley, Qi Fu Zhao was clasping a person's neck, and forcibly caught the following Fu Er clan in front of Su Hansheng.

Chilling Voice: "......"

Qi Fu Zhao's eyes were like a lone wolf, and his beautiful and slender five fingers almost sank into the flesh, making the eyes of the person in the middle of him widen and almost breathless.

However, the little wolf's temperament was extremely gentle, and he said to Shu Han, "Young Jun, I have invited him for you."

Chilling Voice: "......"

Please?

It is worthy of being a student taught by the Wendao Academy, and he is very gentle and thrifty. The sound of the cold has learned.

The face of the Fu Er tribe who was following him was also covered with a dark veil to avoid light, and he stared at Qi Fu Zhao fiercely, and said, "Righteous lackey, how can the Fu Er clan produce a traitor like you?!"

Begging Zhao was unmoved. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the withered branches of the accompanying trees leaned forward like snakes, and slapped on the person's mouth with a "snap".

Begging Zhao was stunned.

He has half of the blood of the Whisk Clan, and the other half is the Demon Race who was born with a vicious species, plus the ferocity raised by wolves, and the ferocity of the three races together is suppressed to the bone marrow in the □□ day after day.

In his previous life, no one gave him kindness to Begging Fu, and after being suppressed to the extreme, he completely exploded; The ferocity of this world is still suppressed, but the kindness of the cold sound above is covered with a thin layer of fine sand that protects from the light.

He was afraid of alarming the little bit of sand that was protected from the light, and his fierce gods and evil spirits would be exposed to the sun, so he forced the violent beastliness in his bones

Broken into a suave cowardice.

The companion tree stepped forward and forcibly nailed the Whiskers to the wall. Qi Fu Zhao took half a step back, and the ruthless hand poison that had just grabbed people's necks had disappeared, and he lowered his head again and made a harmless look.

The person who tracked him was easily subdued before he could be married.

Su Hansheng asked him lightly: "Who is the saint of the Fuer clan?"

The neck of the Fuer clan was slowly wrapped around the dead branches, and his face was pale and stared at Su Hansheng: "The venerable 'saint', where can an ant like you know?!"

It seems that he refuses to say it. Su Hansheng tilted his head and thought about it, Chongjue seemed to have taught him some methods of torture to extract confessions in his previous life, but I don't know if it was useful.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the eyebrows of the Fuer tribe, and the white fingertips of jade grew inch by inch, and crawled into the eye sockets silently along the tail of the Fuer tribe's eyes.

The Whiskers' eyes widened in horror: "You! What are you doing?!"

Su Hansheng explained to him: "...... I heard that the roots grow all the way into the brain along the eyes, and if you are lucky, you can break out of the gap in the back of your skull and grow beautiful flowers without hurting Zhihai. "

The Whisker's breath froze and he looked at him in disbelief.

Even Begging Zhao, who was raised by wolves, was shocked by this method and looked up in amazement.

Su Hansheng still couldn't tell what cruelty was, he only remembered that Chongjue told him to use this method, no matter how hard the bones were, he could spit out a few words of truth, let him try it obediently.

Before the roots of the associated tree could penetrate their eyes, the Whisker clan was so frightened that they couldn't even speak.

Su Hansheng thought that it was really useful, so he paused and asked, "Sage, who is it?"

This time, the Bree did not resist the death again, their teeth chattered, and they trembled: "I...... I've never seen a 'saint' in his true face, he can be anyone. "

"What do you mean?"

"The 'saint' seems to be able to blind his eyes and can change his face in an instant."

Qi Fu Zhao suddenly said: "Weng Lin Dao." The Breers looked at him.

Su Hansheng raised his eyebrows: "The forbidden technique of fighting for life?" Be. "That's not a trick, it's a change of head and life."

Su Hansheng didn't know what to think: "Will he go this time when he hears the Dao sacrifice?"

The Fuer tribe felt that this person was asking, and the roots in his hands were still piercing his eyeballs, all over his body

It was a cold sweat, and he said quickly: "I don't know, no one dares to explore the whereabouts of the 'saint'. "

The cold voice was thoughtful.

Realizing that the roots had begun to prickle, the cold sound seemed to react, and the "oh" sound retracted the roots. The cold sweat of the Fuer tribe was already soaked all over his body, and he staggered against the wall and slowly slid down.

Su Hansheng acted like a child, and after asking what he wanted, he didn't clean up the mess, turned around and walked towards the Long Night Tower. Beggar Fu Zhao watched the cold sound and left, before turning his head, looking at the Fuer clan who collapsed to the ground in fear and gasped for breath. Xiao Shaojun is indeed not deeply involved in the world. After he openly inquired about the "saint", he dared to let this person go, as if he didn't know how to cut the grass to get rid of the roots.

Qi Fu Zhao sighed and stepped forward slowly.

**★

Long night outside the building. Shu Hansheng took the disciple seal and wanted to go in to find Xu Nanzhi, but was stopped by the little guy.

After eating a closed door, he walked to the side of the tree and squatted with a stinky face, wanting to see what the senior brother was doing through the companion tree.

It's just that when Fang "tortured to extract confessions" from the Fu Clan, he urged the companion tree, and even the little root on Zhuang Lingxiu's sleeve lost control and could not be connected to synesthesia.

The sound of the cold is even more wilting, like a puppy in the water that has been thrown at the door by its owner. Beggar Fu Zhao slowed down for a moment before coming to his side.

Su Hansheng's nose moved, and he frowned at him: "Why does it smell of blood?"

Begging Fu Zhao said gently: "I just passed by a stall selling spirit beast meat, maybe I got my blood."

Su Hansheng was suspicious, and he didn't think much about it, he followed the dense branches, looked up at the top floor of the Long Night Tower, and didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

★Greatly.

The Long Night Tower.

Xu Nanzhi and Zhuang Lingxiu slowly walked up to the attic on the top floor of the hospitality, and just pushed the door in, a strong aroma of wine came to their faces, accompanied by a pleasant tune of singing, chanting, and playing.

The private room of the huge restaurant is separated by a huge landscape painting screen, and the stage that I don't know who is calling is babbling and singing. The people from Jian Liang School Palace and Hanshan School Palace have arrived, separated by a square table, and when they hear the sound of pushing the door, they all look at each other lightly.

Simply forgive the school palace, the admonition is "look at the great Qiankun", and the first student who came to negotiate is called Jin Yiyuan, and his name is polite, but in fact he is an out-and-out mad dog

Jin Yiyuan's cultivation is profound, and his cultivation talent is extremely high, and he is already the leader of the Jian Liang School Palace as soon as he reaches the crown.

"What about Chu Fenghan?" Jin Yiyuan leaned back on the back of the chair, his slender legs folded on the table, only supported by the two legs behind the chair, and raised his heroic eyebrows, "He won't come to me."

Too lazy to mess with the two of you. "

Xu Nanyu said lightly: "The deputy envoy is busy with official business, so he has no time to train the dog."

Although Wendao School Palace has occupied the top spot of the Guantao List for several years, it has actually won extremely difficult every year, and last year it was only a percent difference with the second-ranked Jian Liang School Palace.

And Jin Yiyuan, a madman, didn't know what he was crazy about halfway, and he only quit the secret realm after only half of the hunt.

I found out later

, It seems that the deputy envoy Chu Fenghan was calculated to dance in front of everyone, and Jin Yiyuan, this dog thing, rushed over to see the excitement.

Jin Yiyuan was not angry when he was scolded by the dog, he raised his eyebrows and smiled: "This year, I will no longer be confused by your beauty tricks - Guantao

The position of the No. 1 Academy Palace, you should go back a little.

But if the deputy envoy is here, he must be whipped ten times because of the three words "beauty plan". Fucking nonsense.

Xu Nanzhi snorted, put the Wujin spear on the long table, and said coldly: "Okay, I heard the old rules of worship, and the person who got the most hunting was the first on the Guantao list. The additional chip we added tonight was Chu Fenghan......

Jin Yiyuan was stunned. Xu Nanzhi: ...... Chu Fenghan danced again.

Jin Yi was far from stabilizing his balance, and the whole person almost fell off the chair.

The other person from the Jian Yu Academy Palace couldn't hold back, and frowned and said, "Is this the sincerity of your Wendao School Palace?!" Who likes to watch stinky men dance is not enough to respond to people......

Before he finished speaking, Jin Yiyuan threw the long knife on the table and said in a deep voice: Deal.

The man: ?

Others:

This time, the Hanshan Academy came to negotiate with the leading student who was a gentle-looking man.

- He seems to know the truth of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, from beginning to end, he laughed at Jin Yiyuan and Xu Nanzhi fighting, and drank tea without saying a word.

Jin Yiyuan was elbowed by the same door next to him, and then coughed dryly.

Joke-free, we simply forgive the School Palace for not wanting to break those embarrassing things with you this year——— if we are at the top of the list, we won't force you to run like we did last year with beast ears and beast tails meowing for ten university palaces, as long as you borrow one from your school palace......

Xu Nan crossed Erlang's legs: "You're addicted to smoking, aren't you, Chu Fenghan can't borrow it." Don't lend him. Jin Yi is far away, we want to borrow Qi Fu Zhao to help us translate a few

The book of the Bun Fluff.

Xu Nan frowned. Begging Zhao? Just the last time I fought with Su Hansheng, the Whisker clan?

Zhuang Lingxiu, who has always been able to speak well, stood by the window, his eyes had been vaguely falling on Qi Jianyi in the corner, his eyes and pupils shrank slightly, as if he was probing something.

At first hearing this, Zhuang Lingxiu finally glanced at him and said lightly. Begging Fu Zhao is a person, not an object, Jin Ling, give me the word 'borrow' to think about it for two or three times before saying it.

"I'm going to borrow him." Jin Yi seemed to be smiling from afar, Why, are you afraid of losing? As soon as the words fell, a sword light broke through the air, and the spiritual power of the Yuan Infant Stage slashed straight towards the far door of Jin Yi with killing intent.

Jin Yiyuan didn't blink his eyes, and pulled out the long knife resting on the table with his backhand, like a fierce wolf, and slashed with his horizontal hand, directly splitting Zhuang Lingxiu's sword intent apart.

"Boom-"

At first glance, the landscape screen, which is worth a lot of money, was divided into two and fell to the ground. I don't know if the servants on the stage are used to it, such a big movement is still babbling and singing, and they don't stop for half a sentence.

Zhuang Ling's slender sword still had the hum of the unsheath, and the white ink pattern robe was shaken by the wind stirring by the spiritual power, and he smiled softly: It seems that this year will not be able to talk about it.

As soon as he said that, there was a knock on the door twice.

The man with the fence couldn't see his face, he was covered in a strong medicinal fragrance, and he tried his best - he took three times of medicine halfway before he finally climbed to the sixth floor exhausted, pushed open the door and said weakly: "I ...... Ahem, I'm here to help you drink, are you starting to fight for wine ahem.... Gross!" Said two sentences and vomited three mouthfuls of blood.

Zhuang Lingxiu shook his backhand, slammed the door shut, and said lightly: "Xubai, we have skipped the step of fighting wine, and directly jumped to the last step to start fighting. Go back, don't get hurt.

Lan Xubai: ......

Lan Xubai was probably in a good temper, and he really behaved and began to vomit blood while walking downstairs. He climbed the sixth floor for another half a day, and took five drugs halfway through.

As soon as he stepped down the last step, the crackling sound of the fight above his head suddenly stopped.

Zhuang Lingxiu's gentle voice came from the top of the building: "Xubai, the deputy envoy has arrived, don't fight, come up and have a drink."

Lan Xubai: .........

The huge floor was in a mess, and there was a miasma of black smoke.

The deputy envoy arrived nowhere, holding a whip and staring coldly at everyone.

I played one last year, and I'm still playing this year! Said eight

Gambling and brawls are prohibited in private in the school palace a hundred times, are you all unweaned children, and the Guantao list has its own rules of who is the top of the list, so you can worry about it? Also add chips, is it enough to add your father and mother?!

All:

Jin Yiyuan stepped forward: Feng Han, I'm .........

When the deputy envoy saw him, he was annoyed, and whipped him with his backhand, and said coldly: "Have I allowed you to speak?"

Jin Yiyuan: ......

Jin Yiyuan touched the tip of his tongue against his teeth, and even laughed when he was whipped. Xu Nanzhi: ...... Damn, I was pumped up. He got it.

Everyone is a student of the same year, and for so many years, they have robbed each other of the Immortal Monarch Lingyu and Wendao Sacrifice for the top spot, plus all kinds of experience, looking at each other, they can barely be regarded as fox friends who drink alcohol.

After the fight, he was finally able to calmly come down and discuss the matter of hearing the Tao sacrifice.

Jin Yiyuan still had the red mark of a whip on the back of his hand, and he lazily spread out a roll of Kunyu maps on the long table as if he was fine.

"I bought the secret realm Kunyu map from other years, and it is said that what we hunt in the secret realm this year is not a fierce beast......"

There was smoke and dust in the house, and there was still singing on the stage.

In the drama of a cow ghost and snake god wearing human skin and a ghost and a ghost making a wedding dress, Jin Yiyuan's fingers lightly tapped on the fifteenth layer of Kunyu Map.

…… It's the Whiskers.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked.

Hunt...... The Whiskers?

No matter how apostasy the Whisk tribe is, it is still a human race after all, how can it be the same as that godless beast? That's too cruel.

"This year's festival is different from the past." Jin Yi's vision seemed to be able to move, and he immediately kicked his nose in the face, So I can borrow it now......

The deputy envoy tapped his palm with a whip.

Jin Yiyuan immediately changed his words: "...... Please, could you please translate a few books about the 'Demon Heart' of the Fuer Clan? Yes, we have it

Advantage.

It is rumored that those who give birth to demons in the Mur tribe will have no sanity, no different from the fierce beasts, and only know how to kill.

I don't know if the Fuer clan who hunted in the secret realm this year has a demon heart. Always be prepared.

Zhuang Lingxiu recalled the strange black-clothed Yuan Infant on the ship, and always felt that the two things seemed to be related. Everyone was staring at Kun

Yutu was silent.

The pavilions were all in ruins, Zhuang Lingxiu loved to be clean, was choked and coughed a few times, so he simply got up and opened the window to breathe.

The carved window was pushed open, and outside was a magnolia tree that covered the sky and the sun, at this time it had passed the flowering period, and the dense branches and leaves were lush and green, Zhuang Lingxiu glanced at it casually, and was suddenly stunned.

Among the lush green leaves, Su Hansheng and Begging Zhao sat in a row on the branches, and the companion tree also built a comfortable nest for the two of them, I don't know how long they sat there and eavesdropped - there was an enchantment outside the long night building, and everyone didn't think to guard against the window.

At first glance, when he and Zhuang Lingxiu met their eyes, Su Hansheng was like a frightened tree mouse, and he almost fell off the branch. The three of them stared wide-eyed.

Zhuang Devotional: ......

Su Han Sheng, Begging Zhao: ......

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