The Northern Meditation Cultivator is not interested in the Celestial Dragon Festival, but the Celestial Dragon Sacrifice is indeed approaching day by day, and there will always be a moment when it comes.

Now Fengyun Village has been immersed in a solemn atmosphere, and the middle-aged men in the village are busy building the altar, and even Sikong Han and Sikong Ming have personally joined in.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator was originally going to be pulled up by Sikong Han, but Sikong Han was dissuaded by Sikong Ming, and he volunteered to do what he could, after arranging some decorations next to the altar for the people of Fengyun Village, he also had time to watch the process of building the altar of the Tianlong Festival.

It's not the altar that's looking, it's the people.

Sikong Han seems to be born with divine power, when he was fighting with him a few days ago, the strength of his fist was difficult to fully block even Wanghaichao, and it was not so strange to see him easily carry two giant trees by himself at this time.

But it seems that Si Swenwen's Sikong Ming can easily do this, which still makes the Northern Meditation Cultivator a little surprised.

It was only then that he felt a spiritual force approaching.

This spiritual power is not powerful, and it can only climb to the fourth order.

Bei Ming Xiu turned around, and sure enough, he saw Yuan Xue walking towards him.

Yuan Xue handed over a thing to him and pouted, "Yesterday's incident...... I'm sorry. ”

Bei Ming Xiu looked at the small light blue medicine bottle engraved with the Snow Peak Sword Sect's Snow Lotus pattern in his hand, and said strangely: "Snow Lotus Dew?"

Yuan Xue's eyes widened, and she said hurriedly: "How is it possible! We only have two or three bottles of that kind of thing in the Xuefeng Sword Sect, and we don't have it on Senior Sister." ”

"This is our Snow Peak Sword Sect's Ginseng Zhi Rejuvenation Pill, which is very beneficial for treating injuries, and ordinary people can't get it if they want to!" Yuan Xue stretched out her hand dissatisfiedly and said, "If you don't want it, give it back to me!"

Bei Ming Xiu put the small medicine bottle into his bag and said, "What was sent out, how can there be a way to take it back, thank you." ”

Yuan Xue was slightly unhappy in her heart, but looking at the perfect face of Bei Ming Xiu, she couldn't keep calm in her heart, and the angry words she was going to say had already become a mess, and her heart was wrapped to death.

"Then we'll be clear!"

She left this sentence and ran away as fast as she could.

Bei Mingxiu smiled faintly and said to himself, "This little girl is not bad. ”

He looked at the edge of the wall of a private house and said with a smile, "Does Miss Si think so too?"

Si Xiang walked out slowly, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

She didn't ask how Bei Mingxiu found her, but said, "Senior sister is innocent, if you can, I want you to keep some distance from her." ”

Bei Mingxiu nodded and said, "I understand, Miss Si can rest assured." ”

Si Xiang nodded slightly, turned around and left, leaving a perfect back.

Northern Meditation Cultivator must also admit that Si Xiang is the one with the best temperament among the women he has ever seen.

That kind of temperament makes her able to quickly attract everyone's attention no matter where she is.

She is also destined to make herself look ordinary.

The name of the four swords of Fenghua was first mentioned by a good person in the human world, and then it was passed on to the hundreds, attracting countless people to discuss, when the person ranked the four swords, one based on the cultivation realm of the practitioner, and the second by the temperament and demeanor of the practitioner, Si Xiang was able to occupy the second place among them, and it did not cause controversy among the people in the rivers and lakes, which was already a proof of her temperament.

The Northern Meditation Cultivator appreciates this.

It is also worth appreciating.

"I advise you not to have any thoughts about Miss Si. ”

A man who was not tall hung a string of beads on a wooden pillar and said coldly: "Miss Si will not look at you because you are beautiful. ”

Bei Ming Xiu raised his eyes and looked at it, his eyes slightly surprised.

This man was a cultivator, and he saw it when he noticed Si Xiang's approach and probed with heaven and humanity.

It's just that at this moment, this person's spiritual power is extremely domineering, and the hidden power in his slightly thin body is definitely not to be underestimated.

However, no matter how domineering he is, he is not Sikong Han's opponent.

Which sect came out of this?

Seeing that Bei Mingxiu did not answer, the man thought for a moment that he didn't take himself in his eyes at all, and his face suddenly turned angry.

Bei Ming Xiu said that he didn't care about this, and said perfunctorily: "Please ask Your Excellency's name?"

The man's face was even more angry, and he said loudly: "Crazy Knife Gate, Liu Shang." ”

The name is delicate, but the person is not delicate.

The Crazy Knife Gate never needs to be showy. 127

This disciple went out to practice, and people's evaluations were surprisingly consistent.

Mad.

Only madness can appreciate the pride in the mad knife door.

What he shouted with these five words was indeed extremely arrogant, as if the king of heaven and Lao Tzu didn't pay attention to it.

It was only after he shouted these five words that another bell-like voice directly overshadowed his momentum.

"The surname Liu, now I don't want to admit it!"

Liu Shang froze when he heard this, glanced at Bei Mingxiu fiercely, and continued to hang the bead strings in his hand in turn, but the movements were obviously much rougher, making people wonder if those handmade beads would fall apart directly on his hands.

Bei Ming Xiu couldn't help but smile.

The owner of that voice must be Sikonghan.

Most of this kid lost a bet with him, so he fell into hanging beads here.

He has no interest in knowing what happened to Liu Shang.

He is also here to help Fengyun Village, just because he plans to have a better relationship with Sikong Han, and by the way, he will learn about Fengyun Village from those villagers.

For Liu Shang, who was not very friendly at the beginning, he didn't need to give him a good look.

"What are you laughing at!" Liu Shang's angry voice fell from above, "Miss Si is not something you can covet as a miscellaneous person." ”

Listening to his three sentences without leaving Si Xiang, Bei Ming Xiu already understood a general idea in his heart.

Most of the disciples of the Snow Peak Sword Sect are women, and they rarely go down the mountain to experience under normal circumstances, but the disciples who go down the mountain to experience are generally outstanding, and it is very easy to provoke a group of peach blossoms.

And Si Xiang is the most beautiful and mysterious snow lotus among these female disciples who have gone down the mountain to practice, so that ordinary people only dare to look from afar, but dare not approach, for fear of making the fairy unhappy in their hearts.

So she has a lot of admirers, and most of them are not ordinary people, it is said that even Guan Shanyue, the head of the four swords of Fenghua and the youngest sword-wielding elder in the hundred years of Canglangmen, is interested in her, but the latter doesn't even bother to respond.

This Liu Shang thinks he is one of them.

Woe to the water.

Even if these two calamities have nothing to do with him, they still cause him a lot of trouble.

Yesterday, he educated Zhong Buyan, he had already spent a lot of effort, and now he didn't bother to talk nonsense with Liu Shang, so he ignored it directly and turned to leave.

Behind him, Liu Shang's roar came.

"Zhou Han, Lao Tzu must kill you!"

"Whatever you want. ”

replied to this sentence lightly, and Bei Mingxiu left leisurely, without looking at Liu Shang.

Liu Shang had never been so despised before, and he was angry, and as soon as he pulled out the long knife at his waist, he was about to slash towards the northern underworld.

Bei Mingxiu's footsteps paused, and his expression was calm as usual, even though the mighty murderous aura had swept around as the mad knife came out of its sheath.

This is Fengyun Village, he doesn't have to make a move, someone will stop him.

"The surname is Liu, don't you take Lao Tzu in your eyes!"

Sikong Han shouted angrily, his burly body rose into the sky, and smashed a fist on Liu Shang's right arm, Liu Shang's long knife instantly took off his hand, smashing a hole in the ground, and he himself fell farther away in extreme misery.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar, Sikong Ming frowned slightly, and his gentle voice echoed around the altar: "There is a second brother here, you don't need to panic." ”

Liu Shang struggled to get up and glared angrily at Sikong Han.

Sikong Han also competed against each other, and said angrily: "The surname is Liu, this is Fengyun Village, not a place where you can go wild at will!"

He immediately arched his hand towards Bei Ming Xiu and said with a smile: "Little Brother Zhou, I'm scared." ”

Bei Mingxiu smiled: "Of course not, but since Brother Sikong has already made a move, the younger brother doesn't need to get an axe." ”

Sikong Han laughed and said: "Your crepe Lao Tzu doesn't understand it, but if you say that Lao Tzu is powerful, that's not bad!"

Liu Shang was about to explain one or two, and seeing that Bei Ming Xiu was able to talk and laugh with this Erzhai master, he knew that no matter what he explained, it was useless, so he snorted coldly, picked up the saber, and returned to the post of hanging beads under Sikong Han's angry gaze.

Only one word echoed in his heart.

"Zhou Han, you wait for me!"