Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 11: : Do n’t feel distressed if you play badly
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Chapter 11: The Village of Baizhuo II
In the backyard villa of the village chief ’s house, the nose bleeds into a stream.
Yin Hong's color made Hai Yunfan's brain a bit twitchy and asked dryly.
"... Brother Wang Lu, I wonder if you would explain to me what happened just now?"
Although Haiyunfan can come up with more than a dozen possibilities from the result of the retrogression, his thinking ability has dropped to the bottom line of humankind under excessive shock.
Wang Lu went to find the mop broom and was ready to clean up the Santuo garbage, and replied: "What happened? Is n’t this obvious? The valley heroes in the Taoyuan Village of Hermit succeeded in crushing a small group of mobsters. Premeditated sabotage has protected the peaceful life of Taoyuan Village. "
"Heroes of the Valley? Do you know the man who is the only one?"
"It ’s probably Lei Feng ... I honestly do n’t know, because there is no need to know."
Hai Yunfan calmed down a bit and asked, "Because you already knew this would happen?"
"Not too early, just a few hours ago, when I heard the village chief said that Taoyuan Village had never had a fight, I realized that this is a peaceful area!"
"Peaceful zone?"
Hai Yunfan was obviously confused by the word, and frowned tightly.
In his impression, it seems that there are few martial arts ascension conferences that will make peace zones. At least when the Yuntai Empire ’s three or four rank denominations like to recruit people, they like to let everyone kill them. The blood flowed into the river, and the most promising newcomers were found in a near-nourishment way. Was it effective? That was really good.
Therefore, the Spirit Sword School's care for the newcomers to the moving Immortal Conference is very puzzling. In a flash, Hai Yunfan even doubted whether the Spirit Sword School really wanted to recruit new people ... However, after all, it is one of the five must-have of Wanxianmeng, so you will not make such a joke with the people of the world.
Speaking of this, the Spirit Sword School is indeed known for its low-key smoothness over the years. Few are as domineering and exposed as Shengjing Xianmen. Perhaps it is really the style of the school that is so pure and good?
"Pure innocence? Xiaohai, you can see clearly. I haven't wiped the nosebleed on the ground yet. You feel innocent and good in hair."
And looking at the three nosebleeds who fell into a coma on the ground, Hai Yunfan was indeed in deep contemplation.
Wang Lu saw that he was not alive and dead, and explained: "In fact, the rules of the Spirit Sword School are very simple, stupid and forced to die."
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"Um, here is ... where?"
I felt a clear chill lifted my forehead, and listened to the rainy son's son awakening from his coma.
The head is sorely hurt, the nose bone seems to be interrupted by someone, dizzy, and the vision is a bit blurred, but vaguely can see that there is a fat man sitting in front of him, splashing himself with cold water.
"Who are you?"
"Ah? Am I? I am Wen Bao, the son of the seed of the Canglan Kingdom."
The man ’s voice sounded a little panic, but there was a sense of pride in his tone.
So Xie Ganlong felt ridiculous: this fat pig is proud of hair? In a small third-rate country, do chieftain-like natives really treat themselves as humans? Does he know that even the second prince of the Yuntai Empire must bow his head in front of the Xiuxian Family! As a result, the pig actually used his life experience to show off to himself! ? Thinking this way, the evil fire in my heart was growing, and then the humiliation of Wang Lu came to my heart. My fingers penetrated into the pocket of the clothes again, and I felt the magic weapon given by the family.
As for Wen Bao, unaware of the coming crisis, he splashed cold water on Xie Gongzi's two companions, shaking his chin with a smile.
"I just walked out of the fog, and I ca n’t figure it out. I saw the three of you fainted by the river. Is the next test difficult? I think it ’s better for us four to join hands. , The chances of crossing the border may be greater. I was thinking in the cloud before, if you can walk with more people, you might not be trapped for so long. "
Wen Bao apparently did not realize the real intention of Lingjian Mountain Yunbotu. He thought he was wisely talking. He did n’t know that the more he behaved, the more disgusting Xie's son looked.
As he was talking, Wen Bao saw the two people around Xie Gongzi moved and sat up.
"Ah, are you awake too?"
Wen Bao was delighted, if he could successfully join hands with these three people, the next level would be a little more grasped ... At first, he was hot for a while and refused to let Xiaoyaofeng's solicitation, resolutely continued this road to ascending the fairy. The result is that I do n’t know how many times I regret it in Yunbo. Now I have no choice but to move on.
However, after the instant joy, Wen Bao clearly saw that Xie Gongzi and other three people had poor eyesight. Although the coma first woke up and looked pale, the malicious intent was chilling.
"What's wrong with you? Don't you plan to join forces? Then, I'll leave now."
Despite being clumsy, Wen Bao felt that it would not be good to stay there again, so he got up and left.
"Want to go? Did you go?"
Xie Qianlong stood up, and intended to pinch the cold shower sign on Wang Lu between his two fingers, preparing for a bad breath in his chest. Yun and Li are also ordinary, so Wen Bao will sacrifice the knife.
The blue and white disciples in front of Xiaoyaofeng made it very clear that life and death on the way to Shengxian depended on their destiny. This miscellaneous fish provokes people who should not provoke it, even if they are killed. Not to mention killing competitors on Shengxian Road, this is almost an inevitable vice in the cultivation of the Immortal Realm. Even the martial arts in the Wanxian League can't help but inevitably kill their disciples when they hold an event similar to the Shengxian Conference. Children from this family are especially aware of this. Even if Xie, Yun and Li are three people, it is not uncommon to die at the Shengxian Conference. So what is the difference between killing a son of a master of the Canglan Kingdom and stepping on an ant?
The power before San Bao launched, Wen Bao instinctively felt the approaching death. The son of the state teacher was far from Wang Lu ’s psychological quality, and he opened his mouth in fright.
"Help, help, help!"
The hysterical cry for help made Xie Ganlong feel a little better. If the slain did not struggle, the game would be meaningless ... Even so, the killing intentions did not diminish.
"Come on, I do n’t believe anyone here can stop me!"
Xie Qianlong sneered, his hands on the rune paper began to increase gradually, and at this moment, a shadow fell from the sky.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
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Don't die, Wen Bao feels his back and pants are soaked.
The black shadow came and went quickly, and even without time to say thank you, he disappeared without a trace, while watching the three young masters who were unconscious and lying on the riverside waiting to die, Wen Baowu was frightened. .
Fang Cai was only a moment away from death. The three men had no grievances against themselves, but they inexplicably hurt the killer. Until now, Wen Bao could not understand what he was doing. Is it because you look ugly? Therefore, the proprietress of Home Inn will kick herself particularly hard, and the young masters who are swarming on the Golden Bridge will be trampled on their feet. In front of Xiaoyao Peak, those two blue and white will look at with contempt?
Or, this is the true face of the way to Ascension? Killing, plundering ... Immortal Dao is misty, and the corpse that fell to his feet is more realistic after all. He rushed from his hometown to Lingjian Mountain to help his father as a fairy family, but no one was there before he left. Optimistic about his future, now, Wen Bao vaguely aware of the reasons.
As the son of the master of the country, not only did he not have the knowledge and knowledge of his father, he was not even good at ordinary human relationships, and the only thing he could rely on was a sage master who passed by the Canglan Kingdom in his childhood when he was a child. This child bears a fairy tale, but can be a person of my generation. "
Unfortunately, the fairy master has been immortal since then, and Wen Bao spent a long childhood in the disappointment of his father ...
Well-footed, Wen Bao trembles with a sound of footsteps, and the legs that have just recovered a little strength start to soften again-after experiencing the baptism of Xie's son, Wen Bao is already a soldier, and he has no idea With the power of chickens, let alone a few more Xie family sons, even if a wild boar pops out of the grass, he will be finished today.
"Hey, where is Marshal Cannon?"
The voice that came into my ears, with a three-point surprise and a seven-point taunt, is not polite, but it sounds inexplicably powerful in Wenbao.
Wen Bao was relieved, and the sound in his ear rang again.
"How could this guy appear here? It should be reasonable to say that he should not be eliminated on the Golden Bridge?"
"Oh, Brother Wang has no idea. The word" Xianyuan "has always been strange and unpredictable. Many intelligent and anomalous people have no connection with Xiandao. Po, it seems to belong to the latter. "
"Well, it sounds reasonable to say that the previous three waste wood brain kernels are the size of a melon seed, but they are still children of a family. People are not optimistic about the prospect of the entire Xiuxian Realm."
"Haha, just a family of three or four ranks, not a great person."
Did they come to Wenbao while talking and laughing, and looked at him up and down.
Wen Bao is also looking at the two of them. Although the memory is mediocre, the two men still recognized Wen Bao.
One is the second prince of the Yuntai Empire, and the other is the only mountain boy staying in the upper house of the inn ... In short, they are all big people who can't afford it.
Keeping the dryness of his throat, Wen Bao asked: "Will you ..."
However, Wang Lu and Hai Yunfan completely ignored him and still talked to themselves.
"Xiaohai, this guy is the seventh to enter Taoyuan Village, and the results are not bad?"
Hai Yunfan thought for a while: "The seventh result is not too ideal, but considering that you and your book writer account for two places, the ranking itself is meaningless, and in terms of time, It only took him more than a dozen hours to get out of Yunbotu, which is considered excellent. Oh, unlike this stupid appearance, he has a good temperament that is worthy of praise. "
"Good temperament, Mao Hai, you are too naive to walk out of Yunbotu quickly. It may not be an extraordinary temperament, I guess this guy was mentally collapsed after he got lost and ran out with tears in his head."
"... Isn't it possible!?"
"It's impossible, the ancients didn't often say that the pigs were brave and brave, but it can be seen that for him, one-way sprints are housekeeping skills."
Wang Lu ’s conjecture was almost nonsense, but Hai Yunfan's expression on Wen Bao's face made him helplessly judge that Wang Lu might have guessed the truth.
It turns out there is such a way of passing words, but after all, this is also a kind of immortal fate. There is indeed no shortage of qualifications, qualifications, temperament, and even IQ in Xiuxianjie. Under ordinary people, they have made amazing achievements.
So ... does this Wen Bao in front of him have a chance to become a peerless master in the world of immortal cultivation in the future? !
Thinking about it, I heard Wang Lu say: "Xiaohai, haven't you always been curious about Taoyuan Village's strategy? Now there is a good presentation material here."
"... Are you referring to Wenbao?"
"Of course, this guy needs no IQ, no guts ... it's the best choice for Taoyuan Village."
"Ah? Why?"
"I do n’t feel bad because the game is broken, hahaha."