In the 9,700 years of the Wanxian League, Shushan held the Xianmen Rookie Competition, and invited the world's sects to visit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fucking 300,000 spirit stones!" In the teahouse in the northeast corner of Fengtian City, a big man with a beard on his face scolded, the wine jar in his hand kept shaking, and the wine spilled all over the ground.

The red-clothed young man opposite the big man had dark circles in his eyes, and his tiredness was revealed: "Love to buy it or not, this is a rare martial arts competition in the four immortal sects, and the monks who want to go can't buy it." The 300,000 spirit stones are still for the sake of you being the head of the Pengfeng Sect, otherwise let alone 300,000, I will sell 600,000. ”

The guest drinking tea next to him persuaded: "Lao Peng, 300,000 spirit stones will be earned back in a month, and the scene of the duel between the masters of the four immortal sects may not be encountered once in three hundred years! You think clearly, the quota is only 10,000, and if you don't buy it, it will be gone!"

Dahan touched his pocket, his face ached, he gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice: "Brother, can it be cheaper, people only sell 100,000 spirit stones in Shushan." Your 300,000 yuan is too expensive, and our small sect can't afford it. ”

The young man in red said lazily: "It's still the same sentence, if you love to buy it or not, you won't sell it." ”

"Say it again!" The big man was furious, and stood up suddenly, pressing the momentum of the tyrant against the other party. The red-clothed young man's face turned pale, but there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and then dozens of flying swords broke through the air, firmly holding the big man's body, and the entire teahouse was silent.

Sensing the cold sword blade and murderous aura, Dahan swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said with beads of sweat on his forehead: "There is something to say...... If you have something to say, it's good to say. ”

The young man in red pointed out the door: "Get out, don't go into the teahouse one more step." ”

The tip of the sword pierced the skin, and blood oozed out.

"I'll go out now!" the big man staggered back, turned around and ran when he reached the door, not daring to turn back.

The flying sword returned to the owner, and some ordinary pedestrians sat in the teahouse quietly drinking tea and caressing the flying sword.

The young man in red yawned and said, "There are two tickets left, and now I'm in a bad mood, one for 400,000 yuan, who will buy it?"

"Shushan Imperial Sword Technique is worthy of its name," in the corner of the teahouse, a man in a black cloak stood up and slowly walked towards the red-clothed youth.

The young man in red contracted his pupils and sneered: "Our brothers are all idle sects and have nothing to do with Shushan. It's you, dressed up sneakily in broad daylight, aren't you afraid of the outer door law enforcement team?"

The man walked up to the young man in red, it turned out to be an old man with gray hair, and he smiled slightly: "The law enforcement team has already checked it when I entered the city, so I'll buy two tickets." ”

"Two?" The young man in red looked at the old man carefully, and he couldn't see anything else except calmly and calmly.

"That's right, me and the children in the family, one for each person. "The old man smiled, kind and kind, which made people feel good.

The young man in red frowned and said, "You have 800,000 spirit stones?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I only have one fruit." ”

"Fruit?" the young man in red was stunned.

The old man said with a smile: "I found it in the courtyard of my hometown, I heard that it is a Kunpeng blood fruit, which can give people magical powers." ”

Kunpeng Blood Fruit?

After a moment of silence, the audience was in an uproar.

"Kunpeng Blood Fruit, is there still a Kunpeng now?"

"Doesn't it mean that only the dead Kunpeng, in the absence of descendants to inherit, will turn into blood fruits to choose destined people, is there another Kunpeng who died?"

"If it's true, it's not just 800,000, 8 million, 80 million!"

The young man in red was trembling with his hands, and said in horror: "There is no evidence, take it out and take a look!"

The old man looked at the guests who got up and looked at him, shook his head and smiled, "It's just an ordinary Kunpeng essence blood, which is different from the bloodline inheritance you said. ”

He took out a thumb-sized blue bead of blood from his cuff, light blue at the top and dark blue at the bottom, with the faint sound of wind blowing and tsunamis.

"Kunpeng essence blood?" The young man in red stared at the beads of blood, there was a blue sky and sea inside, and a huge fish swam in the sea, looking up at the sky.

"Can I swap?" the old man smiled.

The young man in red reacted and hurriedly said, "Wait a minute!"

He rushed out of the teahouse, and the old man sat on the sidelines, waiting with peace of mind.

Not long after, the young man in red returned to the teahouse and said respectfully: "You can exchange, I wonder if you are willing to talk to our master?"

The old man smiled faintly and said, "I don't have a few days to live, so I want to take my children to travel all over the Liuhe Eight Wilderness." Fengtianfu has already seen it, and now it's time for Shushan, so I apologize to your master. ”

The young man in red was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's okay, please put away these two tickets, fill in the space behind them, and naturally you can go up the mountain." ”

The old man took the ticket and suddenly smiled: "It's not a loss of Shushan, even the heart demon oath can be written on paper." ”

The young man in red smiled: "Safety first, the old people don't want to see a riot, right?"

The old man nodded and began to write: Name: Yu Konghai, Address: Bibo Island, East China Sea, Sect: None, Teacher: None, Practice: Swallowing Reiki......

Wait to fill in this trivial personal information. He took another ticket and asked the young man in red, "My child can't write yet, can I write for him?"

The young man in red nodded: "Of course you can, as long as it's true information." ”

The old man smiled slightly, and continued to write: Name: Xingluo, Address: Shun'an Mansion, Yongzhou, Sect: None, Teacher: Yu Konghai, Practice: None......

After he filled it all in, he asked the young man in red, "Can we go to Shushan now?"

The young man in red smiled and said, "Of course, I wish you all a happy journey." ”

The old man gestured to the young man in red, turned around and walked to the corner, and called softly, "Your Highness, it's time to go." ”

"Hmm. An ethereal voice came, and a child wearing a gold-rimmed black robe with a vertical collar covering most of his face stood up from his chair. The old man took his small hand, which was almost transparent, and slowly walked out of the teahouse.

"Temple...... Your Highness?" the young man in red was shocked, and he rushed out of the teahouse like a madman, but what he saw was a crowded street, and the old man and the child, who appeared at some point, disappeared without a trace.

"Second Senior Brother!" the disciples in the teahouse who played the role of passers-by came out after them, and asked in the back, "What's the matter?

The second senior brother squeezed the Kunpeng blood fruit tightly, his heart was panicked, he instinctively felt that he had made a big mistake, but he didn't know what went wrong.

The heart demon oath has not been activated, and the old man has written the truth, but why is someone called "Your Highness?" Is it a nickname, or is it really Your Highness?

"Let's go find the master," the second senior brother said in a dry voice, "He just investigated this pair of grandsons, we must tell him what happened just now!"

At this time, at the foot of Shu Mountain, countless sword lights crossed from the sky, and the rules fell on the mountainside, step by step on Shu Mountain. This is the respect for the world's number one sword cultivation sect.

"Above is Shu Mountain, there are purple and green double swords, three Qingdao qi and prison heaven lock, Your Highness be careful. "The old man was still in Fengtian City just now, and he arrived at Shushan in the blink of an eye!

"Hmm. The child looked at the gate of Shushan, his eyes empty.

The old man smiled and said, "We have lived in the mountains for 10,000 years, and we should invite humans to live there." ”

"Hmm. The child looked at the monks who kept descending on the mountainside, and his eyes were lifeless.

......

Wanzhou is rich in the world, sitting on two mansions, in addition to Fengtian Mansion, there is also Huai'an Mansion. Different from Fengtianfu, which relies on the mountains to eat the mountains, Huai'an Mansion is by the river and the sea, and it is rowing boats when you go out, which can be called a city on the water.

At the rally in the east of Huai'an Province, a row of small boats are placed side by side, with fish, shrimp, crabs, turtles and other aquatic products on the boats, and the shoppers sit in their own boats to choose and bargain with the boss.

A fisherman paddling a raft across the water of the rally, holding a bamboo pole and beads of sweat on his bronzed skin. When he came into everyone's sight, he suddenly raised his right hand and swayed from side to side, a white gauze wrapped around his wrist, fluttering in the wind.

The rally seemed to be much quieter all of a sudden, and both sellers and buyers looked at the strange appearance of the fisherman. He didn't say anything, just spread out his right hand and shook it constantly, with a serious face, and drove to the next assembly.

"Who is this man? An aunt who picked fish said strangely.

The fish seller smiled mysteriously and did not speak. His eyes looked at the others, and everyone who stared at the fishermen was his parishioner.

This is the convening ceremony of the White Lotus Cult, and Our Lady calls them to meet at midnight.

In the thirteen prefectures of Kyushu, fishermen or mountain people or farmers, people with white gauze tied to their right wrists keep appearing, ready to gather tonight.

This was the largest meeting in the history of the White Lotus Sect, and what they discussed was the craziest plan in the history of the White Lotus Sect.

The four immortal gates gathered in Shushan to compete and talk. And all over China, people, demons, monsters and beasts are ready to move, under the calm water surface, countless undercurrents are rushing and colliding, and a "tsunami" that sweeps through the Liuhe Eight Wilderness is coming.

......

Outside the main gate of Shushan, two men and a woman approached slowly, and more than a dozen disciples were responsible for checking the tickets. One of the disciples suddenly raised his head and asked, "Didn't you Xuanhe Sect already have two main and deputy sect masters and two elders, why are there three more disciples?"

A young man in black hurriedly said, "We have good qualifications, Elder Weiguang allows me to buy tickets to come in." With Brother Lao, we really want to see the Xianmen competition, maybe we have an epiphany!"

"Epiphany?" the disciple snorted and laughed: "Your name is Wang Wei, right? Then I wish you an epiphany, soar in the day, and don't waste these 100,000 spirit stones." ”

"Thank you, big brother," Wang Wei said with a smile: "We don't have any ability, so we expect blessings to fall from the sky." ”

"Go, go," the disciple waved his hand, "Don't get in the way, go in and listen to others' arrangements, and run around at your own risk." ”

"Yes, yes," Wang Wei took the hand of another young man and hurriedly walked into Shushan, followed by a petite and cute girl.

The black-clothed young man looked at the orderly Shushan disciples, and praised softly: "The management of this Shushan is very strict, if it wasn't for the fact that Wei Guang was bought to join the Xuanhe Sect in advance, it would have been exposed when we signed." ”

Wang Wei said in a low voice: "Brother An, how can we get close to the alliance leader?"

An Zhiming smiled: "Act when the opportunity arises." ”

Wang Wei nodded heavily, carefully observing the left and right, looking for an opportunity.

"Smack!" Wang Wei's head was knocked on by An Zhiming, he looked at Brother An blankly, An Zhiming scolded with a smile: "Are you afraid that others won't see you?"

Wang Wei was speechless, and An Zhiming smiled: "Relax, just when we are traveling, the scenery of Shushan is not bad." ”

Wang Wei looked at An Zhiming, who was enjoying the scenery in front, and suddenly had a strong sense of crisis. Since hearing that the alliance leader is still alive, Brother An seems to have changed his appearance, and rushed to Fengtian City in a hurry, regardless of his safety. The matter of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance was put aside by him, and the demons sent the magic elixir through the space channel several times, and An Zhiming only ordered the person who received it to deal with it himself, and he did his best to collect the information of the alliance leader.

If this continues, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance will be disbanded.

I hope that the alliance leader is still as wise and martial as he was back then. Wang Wei remembered the scene when Han Sheng drove away An Zhi's fate in the Lingming Sect, and there was a haze in his heart, hoping so.

Otherwise, the Scattered Cultivation Alliance can only choose between the leading brother and the alliance leader who created it single-handedly.

It can only be so.