Chapter 351: The Poor Dagger (I)

Chang Xi sat alone by the porthole of the Black Gold Spirit Boat of Wanxianmen, and the scenery outside the porthole was covered by a hazy formation, making it impossible to see the reality of the outside world clearly. According to the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect in the Spirit Boat, it was the first time they had seen such a situation, and they wondered if it was some new technology developed by the sect?

Chang Xi looked at the dim wooden card of the Houshan disciple in his hand, and his expression was solemn.

The master row in his hand, which can receive short text messages, has not received any messages from Qingyun Mountain for nearly three days, which is obviously very wrong.

As early as more than a day ago, he inadvertently discovered that the exterior of this black gold spirit boat had activated a formation to shield spiritual power and divine sense, but after all, this was the spirit boat of Wanxianmen, and he naturally had to abide by the rules set by others on other people's territory, so Chang Xi was not good at interfering too much in this matter.

But to this day, Elder Fu Lao, the helmsman of this black gold spirit boat, has no explanation for this. Since Chang Xi and his party boarded the ship, he has never shown up.

Carefully recalled that when Elder Fu Lao faced him, although he was quite deep in the city government and he hid it well, but the eagerness could not be concealed no matter what.

What is he anxious about?

The uneasy mood in Chang Xi's heart gradually became agitated.

Chang Xi pinched his painful eyebrows, shook his head gently, and whispered softly: "Calm down, calm down, don't be blinded by anxiety." ”

He silently recited the Jingjing Sutra in his heart to calm himself down, and he quickly made a decision.

Several inconspicuous formation corner cards fell to the ground, and the delicately carved lines joined forces to form a formation on their own, forming a small enchantment that isolated Chang Xi from hearing and hearing.

After all, Wanxianmen still didn't have the courage to ask a grandmaster realm formation power to engrave the formation for this black gold spirit boat, and Chang Xi, who had not been immersed in the formation for a long time but was more talented than others, infiltrated his pure spiritual power into the bulkhead of the spirit boat, and carefully penetrated into the formation film outside the black gold spirit boat.

The formation that shields the outside world information is not a profound formation, or maybe the formation master who laid this formation is not concerned about it, the whole formation is impeccable in the eyes of laymen, but under the careful observation of insiders, you can immediately see a lot of horses.

Chang Xi held his breath and condensed, his divine sense condensed, and he saw the loopholes in the flow of the formation, and stabbed down suddenly!

It was as if a water bag filled with water had been punctured by a thin needle.

Almost at the same time as the formation blocking outside information was shattered, the scenery outside the porthole returned to normal, and the wooden sign hanging on Chang Xi's waist suddenly began to flicker wildly, and even Chang Xi himself was startled.

Taking advantage of the fact that the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect didn't know what was going on, Chang Xi hurriedly slipped back to the room, picked up the wooden plaque and probed his divine sense into it to have a look.

This look made his face suddenly pale!

"Little junior brother, run, danger!"

"That Fu Lao is a demon spy! Get off the boat!"

"Chang Xi, get out of that spirit boat quickly, it's dangerous!"

"Escape !!"

The two women on the big bed in the room woke up quietly, Xin Tong sat up with sleepy eyes, looked at Chang Xi who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and softly called out her husband's nickname: "Ah Xi, is something wrong?"

However, the next scene made Xin Tong sleepy in an instant.

Chang Xi hung the wooden card back on his waist, his face showed an unprecedented hideous color, seven long swords floated in front of him in an instant, Chang Xi's whole body spiritual power surged and boiled, picked up the moon rainbow, the sword intent was like a dragon, and a sword slashed towards the porthole of the spirit boat!

For the warning messages from the brothers and sisters in the wooden card, he chose to believe unconditionally!

The imposing Yan Hui style tore apart the independent room he was in, and cut a deep crack in the porthole of the black gold spirit boat.

Xin Tong and Qing Xuan were dumbfounded, watching the hideous-looking Chang Xi attack the spirit boat without warning, and stayed in place for a while.

Until Chang Xi and the second daughter clarified the matter, the two women had a brief loss of consciousness, although they still couldn't immediately believe that there would be demon spies in the Wanxian Gate who wanted to frame them, but since Chang Xi, who was the husband, had already made a move, they quickly strengthened their eyes and stood behind Chang Xi without hesitation.

A terrible alarm sounded in the spirit boat, the palpitating red light flickered, and his own spirit boat was attacked by the people in the Qingyun Sect for no reason, and the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect in the spirit boat immediately organized a defense line to capture Chang Xi and the others.

Hundreds of Wanxianmen disciples confronted Chang Xi and the three of them with Lingwu Yaoyao, although there were only one man, two women and few people on the opposite side, the defense line composed of hundreds of Wanxianmen disciples retreated again and again.

Two women with a posture that was three points better than the Heavenly Immortals in the eyes of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect stood behind the man, and spared no effort to cast an immortal spell on the bulkhead that cracked a few feet and cracks, and it seemed that they were actually going to make a hole in the black gold bulkhead that could rank among the top ten in the hardness of the sky?

In the past three days, Heze, a disciple of Wanxianmen who had been quite familiar with Chang Xi, as the team leader, couldn't help but take two steps forward, but before he could speak, a cold sword intent had already unconsciously trembled on his neck. Cold sweat flowed like a stream on his forehead, and only then did he truly realize how terrifying this young genius who rose like a meteor in Qingyun Mountain was, and he had no doubt that as long as he dared to take another step, his head would be on his neck.

Heze stood in place and said anxiously: "Senior Brother Chang, why do you want to destroy my Wanxianmen's spiritual boat? I went to Qingyun Mountain to invite Senior Brother Chang to be a guest of Wanxianmen, and there was no mistreatment along the way, why are you like this?"

"We have known each other for three days, although we don't put our hearts in our hearts, but if you want to come to Heze, you also understand that Chang Mou is by no means an ungrateful person, and all the people of Wanxianmen have worked hard to entertain us along the way, and Chang Mou is grateful in his eyes. ”

When Heze heard this, he became more and more puzzled, Chang Xi stood there and was angry as if he was in substance, but his conversation was clear and distinct, and he didn't have the slightest tendency to go mad, so why did he destroy the spirit boat for no reason?

Chang Xi looked back at the bulkhead made of black gold, and the two daughters were about to break the bulkhead with their concerted efforts, Chang Xi still held the sword to scare the hundred people, and sneered: "Because there are demon spies in this spirit boat." ”

Heze was so excited that his face turned red, he grew up in the Wanxian Sect since he was a child, and he would never allow anyone to defile his sect, even if the sword intent on his neck could take his life at any time, he still dared to roar loudly at the black-robed sword cultivator whose strength was unfathomable.

"You're talking nonsense! I, the Ten Thousand Immortal Sect, is the top five sects of the Immortal Dao Alliance, this is absolutely impossible!"

Chang Xi shook the tip of the sword lightly, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Is it? Since this is the case, I will be kind enough to wake you up, this spirit boat is almost stabbed by me now, such a big thing happens, the alarm sounds, Heze, you might as well count, is there anyone missing here?"

Heze turned his head with difficulty, his eyes swept over the junior brothers and sisters behind him one by one, there were a lot of them, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and just wanted to turn around and ridicule the suspicious Chang Xi for a few words, when suddenly he thought of something, and in an instant, he was like falling into an ice cave.

There really is one person missing.

"Are you looking for an old man?"

In the long and mournful siren in the cabin, an untimely old man's voice sounded.

Chang Xi looked at the figure of the old man who appeared in the red alarm light, and his whole body was surging uncontrollably, and the corners of his mouth were hideous.

"The old dog who has been hiding for three days finally dares to show his face?"