After some heated discussions, both of them calmed down.

It didn't take long for Song to finally make a decision.

He still didn't agree to Mo Xiaoxuan's request.

It doesn't matter what the slave is, the point is that you don't want to survive behind a woman.

Instead of standing behind a woman, it is better to fight Shan Xiongxing directly.

The act of eating soft rice must not happen to him!

Isn't that enough of the face just lost?

Even if you die, you can't continue to be so embarrassed.

So, Song finally rejected her.

knows that she is also for her own good, but this has already involved the principle of his life.

Song Zhong's attitude made Mo Xiaoxuan so angry that she stomped her feet again and again, and said in her mouth that Song Zhong, this fool is hopeless, if Song Zhong really goes to her yard to be a slave, then no one dares to touch Song Zhong.

Whoever dares to touch Song Zhong will not be able to get along with her.

As a result, Song Zhong did not agree to this request, and in the future, someone will definitely make him stumbling openly and secretly.

No matter how she gave Song Zhong a look, Song Zhong was indifferent, and instead asked her if there was sand in her eyes.

Mo Xiaoxuan felt that this guy was really hopeless, so he left angrily.

Fortunately, Mo Xiaoxuan only felt that Song was too arrogant and didn't want to wronged himself.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxuan's back as she gradually moved away, Song Zhongzhang was puzzled, and originally kindly asked her if there was sand in her eyes, but she was still angry.

Alas, women are really troublesome.

When he returned to his yard, he clearly heard Wang Cheng snoring next door, Song Zhong was very envious, he hadn't slept well for a long time.

After tonight's toss, Song finally felt physically and mentally exhausted.

But he couldn't sleep, and it was a waste of time.

He felt more and more about the importance of strength.

It's a pity that he can't break through to the realm of a first-class master for the time being.

He sat on the couch, his eyes fixed on the moonlight outside the window.

The moonlight appears and disappears from time to time, endlessly exuding its own coldness.

In the courtyard, the breeze shook the branches and leaves of the two jujube trees and danced, and the refreshing wind swept through the window and threw herself into Song Zhong's arms.

At this moment, he heard a lot of things, the chirping of insects and frogs on a summer night, and the sound of his heart constantly urging him to become stronger.

He can't stand behind a woman for the rest of his life!

Others don't have a face, but he wants a face.

But thinking of Mo Xiaoxuan's appearance when he came to the rescue, he wanted to laugh for a while.

I don't know what makes people laugh, but I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

Song Zhong thought to himself:

Oh, just wait.

Soon I'll be a first-class master and overtake you.

He closed his eyes, and the mantra of the "Qingxuan Heart Sutra" appeared in his mind.

The internal force in the dantian swims in the meridians around the body with the mantra of the "Qingxuan Heart Sutra", and the cycle repeats.

The "Qing Xuan Heart Sutra" is a Xuan-level exercise, with a total of three realms, and each realm has three levels: high, medium, and low.

Now Song Zhong has cultivated to the intermediate level of the second level realm.

Only cultivating to the intermediate level of the second level realm, he has the capital to be able to compete with first-class masters, and kill masters like Fang Zongqi, who is in charge of the mirror.

This made him very satisfied.

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.........

The entrance of the White Tiger Hall, in the exclusive small meeting hall of the White Tiger Hall.

Shan Xiongxing was discussing something with a man.

The fragrance of tea is overflowing, but the thoughts of the two are not on the tea.

Shan Xiongxing couldn't sleep tonight.

And the man was forcibly caught by Shan Xiongxing, so he had to stay and give advice.

"How do you think I can kill Song Zhong and not be discovered by the Holy Sect higher-ups. ”

"If you want to kill in the short term, in addition to poisoning, the only way to do it is to send a killer. ”

"Poisoning is not feasible, it is easy to expose the filling. As for the killer, it's not that I haven't thought about it, Song Zhong is too cunning, and he has killed five masters of my White Tiger Hall in a row, and now the White Tiger Hall has reached a point where no one is available. ”

"All five masters died under Song Zhong's sword?"

"Yes, it's all gone!"

"Alas, I didn't expect Song Zhong to be so strong, a second-rate martial artist, to be able to kill a first-class master. By the way, what did you do with the whereabouts of those five masters?"

"I casually falsified the arrangements of five missions, and they died for the mission. ”

"Wonderful, I'll do this in the future, and I have a lot of thorns in my eyes here in Qinglong Hall to pull out. ”

"Wonderful mother, tonight's business is to find a way to kill Song Zhong. ”

"Kill Song Zhong... This is difficult to do, Song Zhong does have two brushes, otherwise it will definitely not be able to break out of the name of 'one sword to the end' in the rivers and lakes. ”

"I don't care what he does, one sword or two swords, in short, he can't live in the world anymore. ”

"But he's still alive and well. ”

"Ge Laozi, Xu Xiaotian, who are you helping?"

Shan Xiongxing hated Song Zhong to death, and wished that Song Zhong would die immediately.

Feeling that Shan Xiongxing's mood was not quite right, Xu Xiaotian also became colorful.

Suddenly, Xu Xiaotian had an idea.

"Otherwise, you arrange for your disciples of the White Tiger Hall to go to Song Zhong every day to compete. In the Holy Sect, as long as there is a conflict between disciples, they can formally challenge each other, regardless of life or death. ”

"Life or death, let my disciples go to death?"

"No, no, brother, what I want is a wheel war, send more than a dozen disciples in front of you, and constantly consume Song Zhong's physical strength, if Song Zhong wants to kill the killer, then immediately admit defeat and surrender, and finally, we will send the strongest disciple of the White Tiger Hall to kill him. ”

Shan Xiongxing was silent.

This approach does not seem to be impossible.

No, that's probably the only way to do it right now.

Shan Xiongxing looked at Xu Xiaotian.

Xu Xiaotian smiled, although his face was full of hideous scars, he was not angry.

Shan Xiongxing pondered for a moment, and finally nodded.

Half a sound, the tea was cold, Xu Xiaotian felt that the food was tasteless, so he had the heart to leave.

Shan Xiongxing watched Xu Xiaotian leave.

Xu Xiaotian walked farther and farther, until he came to a place where Shan Xiongxing couldn't see, and finally showed a sincere smile.

Oh, fool.

Wait, when the time comes, Song will have to kill all your disciples in the White Tiger Hall.

As long as more than half of the younger generation of the White Tiger Hall suffered casualties, the disciples of the Blue Dragon Hall would be safe in the Holy Sect Great Competition on the ninth day of the ninth month of the ninth month.

The desire in Xu Xiaotian's eyes ran out, and he was very much looking forward to tomorrow's wonderful story.

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.........

Time passed bit by bit, the bright moon said goodbye to the night, and the golden crow proudly appeared, bringing endless light and heat.

It was already dawn, but the rooster was still crowing, perhaps intending to wake up the lazy worms in the nest.

In the yard, under the jujube tree.

The swordsman has begun to sharpen his sword.

The sword was sharpened brightly, and the original blood-red sword body was vividly presented.

With a wave of the sword, the sword made a "buzzing" sound, and suddenly cut off the leaves of the jujube tree that fell from the air.

The green leaves are split in half, and the incisions are neat and smooth, highlighting the sharpness of the sword.

The leaves fell to the ground, more like the ghosts of the dead under the sword.

I don't know how many people died under this sword in the past.

And in the future, there will be more people who will die on this sword.

(I have a very bold idea, I plan to make the character of Song Zhong a second-class star, and upgrade the second-class star to a total of 200,000 star points.)

I calculated that if I gave Song Zhong a thumbs up every day, then I would only need 548 years to be upgraded to a second-class star.

So, my short-term goal is to live to be 148 years old, and the remaining 400 years of praise will be up to my descendants to figure it out on their own. )