Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Blue Lotus Grows in the Heart of Spring Lake
"Senior Brother Changxi, what kind of expression do you have, you have to give a word if you agree or not!"
Tang Qingxuan looked at his junior brother, and his face, which was as beautiful as a crown of jade, suddenly became strange, and he couldn't help but be puzzled, and he felt even more faintly bad in his heart.
It shouldn't be seen that she released cruel words that attracted Bai Xiangliu!
Tang Qingxuan was a little uneasy and said anxiously.
"Hey!"
"It's rare for the master to be so elegant and amuse me, how can he let his old man be disappointed as his favorite disciple?"
"What's more, I've been tired enough in the past three months, and I need to relax and relax!"
"However, let's play, naturally play a little height, stir up a few waves!"
Ying Changxi's brows trembled slightly, and he said with a little disappointment: "Bai Xiangliu, it's still a little weaker, but it's quite reluctant to challenge the three tortoiseshell beasts." ”
"Hmm!"
"That's it!"
"See you at the trial table in three months. ”
He slowly walked to the spring lake outside the attic, and if he didn't wash it, he was afraid that the golden lice on his body would start a war.
"What?"
"What did he say?"
"Bai Xiangliu is a little weaker, and it's reluctant to challenge the three tortoiseshell beasts?"
"Is this what my junior brother said?"
Tang Qingxuan looked at the tattered clothes and walked towards the spring lake step by step, and suddenly, she had an illusion that this was a master, a master among real masters.
A master is not limited to appearance, such as her master, she is very casual, and now the immortal long breath does not seem to be an accident, and as a true disciple, he should be in colorful clothes, but he 'loves' green shirts.
And so on.
Tang Qingxuan became more and more sure that his junior brother was definitely a master of the world.
Half a quarter of an hour later.
Bursts of arrogant laughter erupted in front of the Yunhai Immortal Mansion: "Hahaha, Bai Xiangliu can only barely qualify to challenge the Three Tortoiseshell Beasts, what he said is domineering, he is worthy of being my senior brother Tang Qingxuan, and sure enough, half of her senior sister is fierce!"
Suddenly, Tang Qingxuan was in trouble again.
"My junior brother said that Bai Xiangliu is still a little weaker, but it is reluctant to challenge the three tortoiseshell beasts, what does this sentence mean, did he accept Bai Xiangliu's challenge himself, or accepted Bai Xiangliu's challenge for the three tortoiseshell beasts?"
"Isn't the Three Tortoiseshell Beasts cute pets, when did they have such strong combat power?"
"No matter, let's promise to come down first. ”
Tang Qingxuan ran down the mountain again, and this time, she even ran a lot more briskly.
At the foot of Yunhai Peak, everyone was stunned.
One by one, they opened their mouths and asked rhetorically: "Accept Senior Brother Bai's challenge, see you in the three-month trial, Senior Sister Qingxuan, are you sure?"
"Although Wang Taiji is a core disciple of the inner gate, Senior Brother Bai is a true disciple of the third master, a real man of the hour, does he really dare to accept Senior Brother Bai's challenge?"
"See you at the three-month trial?"
Bai Xiangliu also looked stiff: "Could it be that the long-term cultivation of the underworld is the world's greatest, or is Tang Qingxuan lying to me?"
Bai Xiangliu cast his divine sense, and he wanted to see if Tang Qingxuan had spoken.
"His heart beats steadily, his face is ruddy, it's not like lying, could it be that his junior brother really has the strength to accept my challenge?"
"His IQ is not as good as his, and his cultivation is not as good as him?"
Bai Xiangliu felt a faint pain in his heart.
"Yun Haifeng, Gu Xiaoqi's true disciple rests for a long time...... Uh-huh...... Accepting the challenge of Bai Xiangliu, a disciple of the Third Master's True Transmission, I know that everyone doesn't believe it and suspects that I am lying to you, but I hope that those who have this mentality will close your crow's mouth first and then talk about it after reading this. ”
Tang Qingxuan didn't know whether it was the Immortal Breath who accepted Bai Xiangliu's challenge, or the Three Tortoiseshell Beasts who accepted Bai Xiangliu's challenge, so she used Uh-huh instead.
As he spoke, Tang Qingxuan straightened his waist and took out the memory stone.
"It's ...... Breathe?"
Everyone looked at the young man in the memory stone with hard cheeks, a cloak and a scarlet eyes like blood, standing in the wind, and a hunting coat, all of them stared at him.
He was dumbfounded, his expression petrified, and he was completely shocked.
"Hmph, are you qualified to accept Bai Xiangliu's challenge? ”
Tang Qingxuan snorted coldly.
There was silence in the audience, and the pin drop could be heard.
"My junior disciple has been dormant for many years, and his cultivation is unfathomable, how can you wait for the outer disciples, inner disciples, and core disciples to be qualified to challenge!"
"The flying sword or something, it's really weak, and it's not qualified to let him shoot at all. ”
"This time, it was also me who said that Senior Brother Bai Xiangliubai cultivated to reach the peak and kill people for thousands of miles, as simple as stepping on an ant, so he reluctantly agreed to accept the challenge. ”
"Go back, in three months, you will see an amazing competition that will shock the Taixu Sword Sect. ”
"Oh, by the way, Senior Brother Bai, come on!"
Tang Qingxuan waved his hand and walked up the mountain, leaving a group of people waiting in the wind.
"I have been dormant for many years, and my cultivation will inevitably reach the peak, I am a disciple of the Third Master Bo Zhenchuan, and I am a figure of the Taixu Sword Sect, and I must not lose to him. ”
Bai Xiangliu turned around and left the foot of Yunhai Peak, and as soon as he returned to the mountain gate, he retreated and cultivated.
Tang Qingxuan jumped all the way, ran back with a smile, and quickly counted the spirit stones.
Many disciples, one by one, were struck by lightning, their spirits were sluggish, and there was always a young man as terrifying as a god and demon in front of him.
Even the tattered green shirt couldn't hide the terrifying aura on his body.
The strong, the strongest!
Every disciple's mind kept flashing this word and the god-like boy, and the two were unconsciously combined.
The strong man in the world is the eternal rest.
The eternal rest is the strongest in the world.
Yunhai Peak.
The fairy mist of the spring lake is fluttering, and the red glow is dense.
A young man who was as white as a star turned slightly to the center of Quanhu and said in confusion: "When did a green lotus grow in Quanhu?
Just before.
When he was lying on the spring lake and relaxing, he vaguely felt a pair of tender hands massaging him, which was indescribably wonderful.
At that time, he mistakenly thought that he was too tired and had a delusion, but he didn't care.
At this moment, he kind of understood.
Those delicate jade hands must be the green lotus.
"Master respects his old man in order to stop me and my senior sister, he really did everything!"
Ming Changxi grabbed the green shirt, walked out of the spring lake, looked up at the green lotus, and said softly: "Such a green lotus grows in the heart of the spring lake, but it might as well be a landscape." ”
"With such a wonderful scenery, why should it be transformed?"
He lightly touched his fingers, a little gold spot concentrated on his fingertips, and just as he was about to point it, suddenly, Qinglian shook violently, the immortal mist quickly condensed, and a looming bright woman knelt on top of Qinglian.
"Hey!"
"Forget it!"
He shook his head, turned around and walked into the Yunhai Immortal Mansion.
"Three tortoiseshells, are you ready? It's your turn. ”
If you want to play, you have to play with the height and stir up the waves, and if you want to play the height and stir up the waves, it is not just lip service.
It takes enough effort.
With a gentle call, a well-behaved cute pet suddenly appeared at the feet of Stygian Breath.
It kept rubbing against the body of the Immortal Changxi, and it was indescribably happy.
"Three months, it is a bit difficult for you to defeat Bai Xiangliu, a disciple of the Third Master Bo Zhenchuan, are you afraid, little guy?"
Shen Changxi squatted down and touched the satin-like nine-tailed fox fur of the three tortoiseshell beasts.
"Boom!"
The three tortoiseshell beasts shook their heads obediently, and their translucent eyes were very firm.