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Except for this, Ye Qingguan really didn't know what to say.

originally thought that he could make this scoundrel old man deflated once, but unexpectedly, the other party dug a pit for him and made him jump down obediently.

But he also admired the courage of this old man, a rare treasure in the world, and he gave it to him like this, unspeakably generous.

But on the other hand, it can also be seen that the gamble between this old man and the Taoist priest of Wuliang Peak is definitely not so simple, maybe it is a scene of nine deaths and one life.

"Senior, tell me honestly, how much of a chance is that so-called gambler going to die?" Ye Qingguan looked at the old man, wanting to hear the truth from the old man.

The old man looked at him and said, "Sixty percent!"

Ye Qingguan's face suddenly darkened: "I'm not doing it anymore!"

"But now that you have this thing, if it is completely refined, it should only be about forty percent left. The old man touched his stubble and said.

Ye Qingguan's face was even darker, forty percent, it was also a great crisis, and he didn't know what the old man said about the gambling contract, which actually made people gamble their lives.

Looking at the old man, Ye Qingguan pondered for a while and said, "What if my cultivation is even better?"

"If it's better, then two or three percent at most. The old man said.

"Okay!" Ye Qingguan made a decision and said firmly: "The seniors are helping me buy a little time, at least half a year, at most a year, and I will go to Wuliang Peak to fulfill the gambling contract." ”

The old man looked at him, his expression became serious, and after a long time, he nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll help you buy a year!

Ye Qingguan took the dragon ball, feeling the rich essence in it, and was a little excited in his heart.

The golden black jade is the essence of the East Corner Mountain, where the sun rises, and it is the place where the yang energy between heaven and earth is the strongest.

And this dragon ball is the essence of the white fish swallowing the moon, it took a hundred years to conceive, this yin and yang, if he completely refines it, it will definitely make his strength greatly improved.

Coupled with the magic of the Holy Hill, he felt that he could really cure a stubborn disease here, and then there would be no worries, the world was so big, he could let him break through!

The old man looked at Ye Qingguan, and said: "I will go to Tiandao Mountain tomorrow, the Sage Lu is one less deterrent, I am afraid that many people will be ready to move, King Jing'an seems to be leaving, but the people of the Punishment Department are only afraid that the entire Holy Hill has been surrounded, once something happens here, they will have an excuse to intervene, and it will be a bloody storm at that time, I hope you can help the Sage Lu if you can." ”

The old man's expression was very serious, even with a hint of pleading.

Ye Qingguan nodded: "I will." ”

The old man also nodded, and then said: "I don't know where the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor is, but it should be related to the Donglin Jieshi in the east of the Holy Hill, if you have time, you can go there to have a look." ”

"East Linjie Stone?" Ye Qingguan was surprised in his heart, he had heard of the name of this strange stone for a long time.

"Yes, Cao Cao, the hero of the ages, once stood there and looked out, and made the quatrain of 'facing the Jieshi in the east to watch the sea', and it is said that he is the first-generation sword master of the sword behind you!" The old man looked at the sword behind him, and the words he said made Ye Qingguan's heart jump violently.

"The first generation of sword masters?!" Ye Qingguan's pupils shrank, and he was naturally very clear about the deeds of an eternal hero like Cao Cao, but he didn't expect that he would be the first generation of sword masters of his own sword.

The east is adjacent to the Jieshi to view the sea.

Cao Cao, Eastern Emperor, Sword Soul, Ancient Sword.

Words kept flashing in Ye Qingguan's mind, and faintly, he felt that he had grasped something.

"Thank you, senior. Ye Qingguan sincerely thanked the old man, no matter how scoundrel the other party was, but in the end he still told him the news, it was too important to him, whether the ancient sword could be complete or not depends on the moment.

After saying goodbye to the old man, Ye Qingguan returned to his room, and after exhaling it, the excitement in his heart still couldn't be suppressed.

He rubbed the ancient sword, and suddenly there was an urge in his heart to pull it out.

Untying the strip of cloth round by circle, Ye Qingguan was a little apprehensive and a little excited, since he had put this sword on his back, he had always seen it like this, and he didn't even know what the scabbard looked like.

At this time, he could finally see the true face of the ancient sword, how could he not be excited?

He seemed to be stunned, deeply attracted by the ancient sword, and wanted to get a glimpse of its true face.

But suddenly, Ye Qingguan's eyes were cold, the terrifying killing intent was as cold as a sword, and the ancient sword buzzed, and a sword qi shot out and slashed into a corner of the room.

Ji!

A strange scream rang out, piercing and sharp, as if it had drilled into a person's eardrum.

Then, Ye Qingguan saw a black shadow breaking through the window, like a person but not a human, like a monkey but not a monkey, with a straw hat, rolled up a gust of demon wind and disappeared, dragging a long tail behind him.

Ye Qingguan frowned, walked to the corner of the room, and saw a few drops of blood there, which were green!

"Mandrill?!" Ye Qingguan's eyes were as bright as cold electricity, and there was a murderous aura echoing, but he didn't expect that the people in southern Xinjiang hadn't given up yet, and even got this kind of magical thing.

"Do you really think I'm so bullied?" a grim smile curled up at the corners of his mouth.

Putting on a night robe and wearing the mask of a blue-faced Yama, his temperament changed suddenly, like a Shura who came out of hell, and he was cold and cold.

Jumping onto the roof like a ghost, Ye Qingguan only took the fine steel sword and swept straight towards the place where the group of people in Southern Xinjiang was.

In the huge room, a group of people from southern Xinjiang are sitting here.

The man with the black snake mark on his eyebrows at the head had a somewhat ugly face, because the mandrill he had raised for more than ten years was injured, and the sword qi entered his body, and it took a lot of effort for him to get rid of it.

He didn't expect Ye Qingguan's spiritual sense to be so terrifying, even an existence like a mandrill could detect it, and even hurt it.

Mandrills are rare even in places like those in southern Xinjiang, and many people have heard of his legend, but only a handful have actually seen them, and even fewer can catch them.

Mandrill is a kind of ghostly monster, in various myths and legends have their traces, good at illusion, confuse people's hearts, like to play tricks on people, confirm that their biggest feature is that they resemble a human shape, with a straw hat woven by dragon grass.

There is such a story in the world, saying that someone encountered a mandrill in the deep mountains, fell into illusion, took a pile of cow dung for gold, took it to the town to sell, and was regarded as a madman by everyone, but he himself did not notice it in the slightest, and fell into the illusion, thinking that what he was holding was gold, and he couldn't extricate himself from it.

Ye Qing was only able to fall for the illusion of the mandrill, as if he was stunned, and he wanted to see the true face of the ancient sword, but at the last moment, he was vigilant and came back to his senses.

"Senior brother, what now?" the others asked, looking at the man in the lead.

Even a spirit like a mandrill has been detected by the other party, what else can subdue him in southern Xinjiang?

The man shook his head, he didn't know what to do at this time, he really couldn't think of a better way to deal with Ye Qingguan.

"His kendo cultivation is so high, but he entered the Sage Mansion, and he thought that he was also here for the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor, and when the time comes, it will be chaotic, and it may be our best experience. Someone said.

The others nodded their heads as well, thinking that this was the best way.

During this period of time, they also used poison, and Gu was also used, and in the end, even spirits like Shanxiao were dispatched, but they still had no choice against each other, and yesterday's abnormality was discussed by the sword, Ye Qingguan had fully demonstrated his strength, which made them feel a huge pressure, and they knew that hard fighting was not an opponent.

Now it seems that only in the chaos can the other party be killed.

The man thought for a while, and finally nodded: "Okay, that's it!"

"If only we hadn't offended him in the first place?" a younger man whispered.

The faces of the others also changed, and a few of them sighed secretly, when they saw Ye Qingguan and Jin Bodhisattva sitting at a table, even he was jealous of going in, and now it seems that this is indeed a very unwise decision.

But some people disagreed, and said coldly: "What is there to regret, when have we been afraid of others in southern Xinjiang?"

The others also came to their senses and nodded secretly.

The 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang are full of magic and mystery, and the world has not understood its full picture, which is also the reason why people are afraid of the people of southern Xinjiang, the unknown, often the most terrifying, they do have such a ability.

"But we still have to be fully prepared, in a few days it will be the day of rest, we will go down the mountain to reply a letter to the holy envoy, in case we really get the inheritance of the Eastern Emperor, I hope he can send someone to pick us up, and in this way, the certainty of getting rid of Ye Qingguan can be much greater." The man finally said.

"Yes, as it should be. ”

"If the Holy Envoy makes a move, then Ye Qingguan will have to die if he doesn't die!"

From their voices, it is not difficult to hear that the so-called Holy Envoy seems to be a very remarkable figure.

But at this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded: "Holy envoy, it's almost as good as inviting your holy maiden or sacrifice!"

"Who?"

"Who is it?"

"Get out!"

The faces of several people in the room changed, and at the same time, they looked out the window and found that on the roof of the opposite room, there was a black figure standing, wearing a hideous and terrifying blue-faced Yama mask, and a pair of eyes were like cold knives, shooting a sharp light.

"Who are you?" The man with the black snake mark on his eyebrows looked at Ye Qingguan, but his heart was full of surprise, he didn't know who the other party was, he even knew about the existence of their saints and sacrifices, and seemed to be quite familiar with the situation in southern Xinjiang.

"The one who killed you!" Ye Qingguan spat out four cold words, one hand poked out like lightning, and his fingers were as sharp as a sword, pinching a small flying insect the size of a fingernail, and then crushing him to death.

The man's pupils shrank, and with a flick of his fingers, a black light shot out, as fast as lightning, and almost impossible to see in the dark night.

Ye Qingguan pulled out the iron sword, flicked his fingers across his chest, and the ripples visible to the naked eye rippled, and the flying Gu insects were shocked to death, turning into powder and falling down.

Then he swept up, swooping down like a great peng spreading his wings, the iron sword in his hand shimmering, the cold light was cold, and the sword qi filled the courtyard.