The forbidden slave raised his foot and stepped on the skull that rolled over, and his eyes were several times bigger. The pen and fun pavilion www.biquge.info stretched out his neck and swallowed and foamed.

"The snow slave takes care of the holy friends and the hearts of Joan".

The forbidden slave grinned. "Don't worry, master, I will be optimistic about that girl."

Chixiao's face twitched, neither anger nor joy. "This dead snow slave, the mouth has never forged people, can 'girls' be used to talk about Qiong's heart"?

After staring for a while, Chixiao fled into the air impatiently.

The forbidden slave grinned, unable to tell whether he was crying or laughing, and silently followed behind. Thousands of miles later, Chixiao stopped.

"Go back, Snow Slave"!

"Master, there is still a long way to go, you take this with you". The forbidden slave cried and took out a holy bag.

Chixiao swept his eyes. After taking it, put it on your waist. The blue light under his feet turned into a halo, turning into a green stream and fleeing into the distance.

Mountains and rivers fly, the sun and the moon alternate. On this day, Chixiao came to Zhoujiawei City. Seeing that the city shadow is approaching. Chixiao slowed down, and these days, bursts of string sounds swirled in the divine sense. Repeating the same name, "The Gate of the Spiritual Realm".

Chi Xiao said that he was going to the Holy Soul City, and he wanted to go to the Holy Cloud City. There, Chixiao lost his most precious thing. For hundreds of years, although Qiong Xin has been by her side, the shadow has always lingered in front of her.

"I have seen the Holy Ancestor".

When Chixiao lost his mind, he had already arrived at the edge of Wei City. The protectors of the city knelt on the ground, and did not dare to raise their heads.

Chixiao shook his fan, took out the crystal mirror to look at his dignity and armor, and straightened out his battle placket. "Hmm".

"Holy Ancestor, the Sword Conference is in the 'Sword Cloud Altar'." The city protector stood up and bowed his head and said.

Chixiao groaned, how could the Zhou family hold a "Sword Conference", it should be in the Holy Sword Mountain!

The two saints approached and saluted. "Holy Ancestor, disciple leads the way for you."

Chixiao's heart is weird, and it is difficult to make a decision. Nodding slightly at the two beautiful sisters, she held the fan in a chic manner, and walked near the light door.

"The Holy Ancestor can go through the dry door." The saintess stretched out her hand to lead the way, leading Chixiao to the other side of the light gate.

Only then did Chi Xiao remember that he was already a great saint of the incarnation realm, and he didn't need to go through the martial arts sect anymore.

The blue light flashed, and the scenery changed in front of Chixiao's eyes. In the past, when I entered the martial arts gate, my eyes were full of shops, and I couldn't see the end of the crowd at a glance. Today, the winding roads are verdant and tall, and the sky is covered by lush ancient trees. On both sides of the road, flowers are clustered, in a variety of postures, and the faint fragrance is blowing on the face.

Among the towering giant trees, the glazed tile color is revealed. It looks very elegant under the green back, and the walls are full of flowers and vines, and they are full of large and small flowers. If you look closely, there are flowers and vines, carved flowers with hollow crystals of various colors, and in the sunlight that shoots down the specks and fines, it looks like real flowers blooming.

"Does the Holy Ancestor have to meet the Holy Sword Mountain envoy first?" The scent of the saint's fragrance rushed into her nose, making Chixiao's nostrils tickle.

"No, only the sword, no matter the sword." Chixiao politely refused. After all, the soul energy on his body is too heavy, and Chixiao is unwilling to get along with people with high realms, once he can't hide his soul energy, it will lead to death.

"On the Sword Conference". Chixiao didn't want to give up, there must be countless Holy Ancestors in the Holy Domain to participate, and it shouldn't be a problem to inquire about the "Gate of the Spiritual Domain".

"That is the case, the Holy Ancestor can participate in the Tomorrow's Treasure Appraisal Meeting, and then the Holy Sword Mountain will display a sixth-level void soldier."

When Chixiao heard this, his heart shook slightly. Sixth-level Void Slash Force, that is the existence of the top level of the Void Soldier. Once obtained, it is possible to walk sideways in the Sanctuary. Chixiao couldn't help but be moved.

"Holy friend, in Xia Mengling, can you go to the temple to talk about it?"

Out of the flowers came a holy ancestor, dressed in cloud armor, with black and bright eyes on his melon seed face, like a pair of black glass balls soaked in clear water. The watery one looks smart and pretty.

Chixiao was stunned for a moment, and the string sound sounded in his consciousness. "This woman is the dream of the Holy Sword Mountain."

"Dream Saint Friend, in the lower red sky, scatter the saints. When I first arrived in Weicheng, I heard that there was a discussion of swords in the city, and I came to appreciate the treasure." Chixiao's mouth is so fast, and he introduces himself clearly in just a few sentences.

Meng Lingzi looked Chixiao up and down, and her heart was suspicious.

The name Chixiao is well-known in the Holy Domain. The reason why he is so famous is that he is all stained with the light of the young master Chixiao, and the saints of the holy realm all know that Chixiao is the little white face raised by Chixiao. I heard that I was kicked by Chixiao when I was in Shengyun City. After that, he disappeared in the Holy Domain, but he didn't expect to be in the incarnation realm now.

"It turned out to be the Holy Friend of Chixiao, didn't the young master of Chixiao come?" Meng Lingzi looked sideways behind Chixiao.

Chixiao used the "Ruyi Fan" to block his slightly red face, the fan wind trembled slightly, and the redness disappeared instantly. "Hahaha, the young master is casting soldiers, so he has the heart to travel all over the world again."

Cluck! Meng Lingzi was happy, and Chixiao got goosebumps when she heard it.

"Dream Saint Friend Please".

Chixiao followed Meng Lingzi towards a carved hall.

After walking a few steps, the temple rose from the ground. A clear stream, from the depths of the flowers and trees in the hall, zigzags and pours under the stone gap, raising a blue and white mist.

Several saints bowed to the side of the temple and bowed deeply. A petite voice echoed between the branches.

"The holy friends invited by the Holy Ancestor have arrived."

Meng Lingzi nodded lightly and led Chixiao into the main hall.

The clear stream in the hall pours out the snow, and the stone pierces the clouds. It is said that it is a palace domain, but it is better to say that it is a beautiful view of the pavilion garden. Everywhere is a white stone crystal fence, and the beast face is spitting. Dozens of Holy Ancestors stood on the edge of the clear pond in twos and threes, admiring the silver whisker pink flowers in the pool.

The rich fragrance wafted in, and Chixiao shook his fan lightly and shook his head slightly.

"Mengling Holy Friend Arrives".

The welcoming envoy shouted.

All the Holy Ancestors turned around and gathered at the pond side, and they all saluted Meng Lingzi.

Meng Lingzi approached with a smile, and the welcoming envoy immediately introduced them one by one.

"Alkan City Sansheng Wanxin Holy Ancestor ......".

After introducing more than a dozen, Chixiao found that the Holy Ancestors who came here were all scattered saints. I couldn't help frowning, I don't know what the Holy Sword Mountain is going to do?

Meng Lingzi walked to the floating pavilion by the pool and looked at the Holy Ancestors with a smile. "Everyone, please take a seat!"

Chixiao looked at the stone pier and sat down casually. He nodded slightly to the Holy Ancestors on both sides and introduced himself in a low voice.

"All the holy friends have just entered the incarnation realm, and there are no empty soldiers to use. This time, Benshan 'discussed the sword' in Weicheng and offered several virtual soldiers for the holy friends to choose. If there is a fate, this mountain can be sent unconditionally".

The Holy Ancestors blew up the camp and began to talk about each other.

"Red Saint Friend, this is the best condition for the Holy Sword Mountain."

"Yes, I've never heard of a free giveaway."

Chixiao smiled faintly, the "Ruyi Fan" has been refined into a soul soldier, but the soul soldier cannot be used easily, and it is necessary to use a virtual soldier.

Meng Lingzi smiled dumbly, a gentle flame appeared in her gray eyes, and her face showed a deep smile.

Watching the Holy Ancestors discuss for a long time, Meng Lingzi interrupted. Tap the stone pier twice, and the music in the pool area is everywhere.

"However, this time, the false soldiers are extremely evil, and there are three things that must be paid attention to. Thou shalt not be conscious, thou shalt not test the army, thou shalt not forge it." Meng Lingzi said three times in a row, which startled all the Holy Ancestors.

If you want to evaluate the soldiers, of course, you must recognize the soldiers, test the soldiers, and refine the soldiers, and you can't do anything, so can you just look at it with the naked eye? The saint ancestors were full of suspicions, and their appetite was also hanged high. Chixiao's heart also itched.

Meng Lingzi smiled with sparse eyebrows, knowing in her heart that there is a Holy Ancestor who will not believe in evil.

Although the Holy Ancestors pretended to be troubled in their hearts, their faces were relaxed, and they chatted in twos and threes. Chatting happily, they exchanged the holy relics they were carrying.

Although Chixiao seems to be tall, it is very gregarious. Shaking the fan, I chatted with this guy for a while, and reported to the door. I went to another gang, got closer to see what strange holy things were, and occasionally competed to raise the price a few times, sighed, and shook the fan and walked away.

"Red Saint's hand is a little tight?" asked an elegant saint with a smile.

Chixiao took out the fan and smiled ashamedly. "Just entered the incarnation realm, not too rich".

"Hahaha! Red saints are like this, aren't we those who have no background even poorer."

Chixiao smiled indifferently and didn't say much. I knew in my heart that it must be this saint who recognized himself. That's nothing, I think back then, the Three Cities, the Nine Mountains, the Twenty Caves, and the Forty-Seven Families have all been there, and there are a few great sages in the Holy Land who don't know them.

Zhou Tong, the head of the Zhou family, and Zhou Le, the great elder, have all given him a lot of benefits, and these scattered rags are not in the eyes of the law at all. Chixiao walked around, just a familiar face.

Meng Lingzi left time for the military inspection, followed a few holy friends out of the small pavilion, and went to play elsewhere.

Chixiao messed around for a while, found a few half-acquainted holy friends, and gambled on the spars. With this shout, the voice became louder and louder, and the surrounding Holy Ancestors looked over impatiently and saw a group of gamblers gathered. , with a look of disgust on his face. After watching it for a while, they gathered in twos and threes.

Speaking of gambling, Chixiao was a master when he was in the puppet realm, and his skills were superb. From time to time, after messing with Mo Xie, Tai'a, etc., find a small game to touch a few handfuls, sometimes not for winning or losing, just for fun.

The "Ruyi Fan" was useless, and it was inserted inverted into the back of Chixiao's neck. He took a spar in his mouth and rolled up his sleeves. "Bet, bet".

The Holy Sage majored in the five senses, hearing, feeling, taste, pain, and sight. Therefore, the sense of listening and feeling is very strong, and if you play the little trick of the puppet realm, you will have already seen through it. The Holy Ancestors generally bet on the "Mixed Dragon Ball", and the bet is on the strength of the "Peep Visual Divine Sense".

They are all incarnated first-order saints, how much is the difference in the strength or weakness of the "peep vision" divine sense? But the difference of a fraction of a centimeter is the key to determining victory or defeat, and it also determines the status of this group of incarnation realm saint ancestors, and there is no one that the holy ancestors do not care about. All the Holy Ancestors understood in their hearts that this was a sage who wanted to take the lead and decide the right to speak when the army was assessed a few days later. Then there is a Holy Ancestor who will miss such an opportunity.

Chixiao shouted a few times, and there were already six Holy Ancestors who had placed bets. The other Holy Ancestors looked at each other with a smile, and they didn't mean to bet. Chixiao didn't force it, and twisted the "Mixed Dragon Ball" in his hand. "I'm going to let the pigs go."

The six Holy Ancestors stared at the "Mixed Dragon Ball". Once the "Mixed Dragon Ball" enters the hole, it depends on whose "voyeuristic vision" is stronger.

"I crush the Red Holy Friend".

"I pressed Liu Shengyou".

The Holy Ancestors walked over to the disc and pressed the hedrons.

"Wu Shengyou, press one and pay three".

Although it is not the first bet, the Holy Ancestors are not optimistic about Chixiao. In the last bet, there are three saints, but the bet is a flat bet! The saints who must have gambled have more or less left a hand. It is difficult to say who "peeps" further.