Super Elation Under the Sun Chapter 32: Kill the monk
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Before killing, there should be some other emotions, perhaps excitement, happiness, or anticipation, but that must be based on the inexplicable relationship between the person you want to kill and you, but now The man Li Fuyao was going to kill, he didn't even know the name of the other party, he didn't even know whether it was a male or a female. The only thing he knew was that the monk in the big tent was a Confucian monk who had not crossed the first three realms. That's all, even knowing that this one might come from Yanling Academy, the others don't know.
So now, Li Fuyao's heart is very calm and not excited. The only thing he is thinking about is how to chop off the monk's head while he waits for a while, and he suffers the least price.
In the big tent, there is a scholar who is studying at the desk at the moment, leaning against the dim oil lamp. This extremely thin looking scholar is holding a collection of essays by sages, thinking.
The scholar in a snow-white shirt turned two pages and shook his head with a sigh, then some helplessly muttered something, but the voice was too small for no one to hear clearly.
After a while, the light flickered, and the reader raised his head, looked away from the book, and looked at the dark shadow illuminated by the oil lamp.
After turning his head, the scholar wearing a snow-white shirt saw the young man standing not far from the entrance of the big tent.
The young man carried the hatchet and said nothing.
The scholar looked at this young man, and soon he saw the courtesy: "Zuo Sifan, I don't know why fellow Daoists are here?"
Li Fuyao, who carried a hatchet on his back, said calmly, "I am a Zhou man."
The meaning is short and terrifying.
Zuo Sifan nodded quickly, and then he quickly praised him sincerely: "I didn't expect Zhou to be so remote, and there could be such a young genius, he has not yet reached the championship, right? Is there a Blue Silk Realm?"
Li Fuyao was stunned, but soon realized that it turned out that this peaceful-looking scholar should have regarded him as a monk in the Blue Silk Realm because he did not perceive his arrival.
Li Fuyao did not speak, but shook his head.
Zuo Sifan sighed and sighed: "Even if you haven't crossed that threshold, you won't be far behind. The young world is emerging in this mountain and river, and the Taoist species from Liangxi is even more so. There is a trend that stands out, and we are in Yanling to be even worse."
He looked at Li Fuyao, and slightly apologized: "This is not the intention of coming to Dazhou due to the Yanling trend. It's just that after embarking on the road of cultivation, you can't go far and suffer a lot of constraints. It doesn’t work if you don’t come. It’s said that after taking this road, the world can no longer check and balance itself, but in fact, only those seniors who have really gone further can truly have a great detachment. We, but the older ones. It's just ants."
Li Fuyao replied calmly: "The big bully the small, the strong bully the weak, it seems there is nothing wrong, it just depends on whose fist is bigger."
Zuo Sifan smiled and persuaded him: "The truth is not said so, but now it can only be done, but since the Daoist has not set foot in the Qingsi realm, how can he cope with this? Taoist friends."
Li Fuyao thought for a while, and smiled, "Although I haven't set foot on Qingsi, there is really a female devil with whom I have set foot on Qingsi."
Zuo Sifan was taken aback, "There are two monks in the State of Zhou?!"
Li Fuyao did not explain this time, just untied the hatchet from behind.
Zuo Sifan, dressed in a snow-white shirt, smiled calmly: "Zuo Mou didn't want to sit still, so he was offended."
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Qinghuai, who walked out of the last big tent, looked at the countless Chen Guoshi who were out of the account with no expression. He did not stay for a while, but just leaped and sat down on a high platform, watching the blackness underneath. The soldier, pointing to the big tent on the far east, whispered softly: "Don't go in that big tent, or you will all die."
Now that he knows that his coach and some of his fellow immortals have died violently, Chen Guo Shizu, listening to the girl's words, looked at each other for a while, and saw fear in his eyes.
In Beiyan County that day, most of them watched the immortal masters walking through the Great Zhou Army like this with their own eyes, breaking the necks of the generals one by one. But nowadays, this very beautiful girl in a blue shirt looks even more scary. She killed those dozen monks and an army commander silently. Now this girl Never leave, who dares to act rashly?
Therefore, under the order of the deputy commander of the army, so many soldiers, as many as tens of thousands, just watched the girl sitting on the high platform so quietly.
If this falls into the eyes of the artist, it must be another extremely beautiful painting.
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In the big tent, in the faint light, the young man carrying the hatchet has already made many swords. Although most of them have failed, occasionally a few swords still fell on the scholar.
A sword on the waist, a sword on the shoulder, and even a sword on the leg.
Obviously the young man was carrying a sword, but Zuo Sifan felt that his body injury was a sword injury.
Looking up at the pale-faced teenager, Zuo Sifan suddenly realized: "Originally I thought that even if you missed the blue silk realm, I would have a chance to get out of this big tent, but who can think clearly, You are a swordsman!"
"A swordsman appeared in such a remote place as Zhou Guo!"
Zuo Sifan was a little unbelievable.
Li Fuyao didn't give him too much time to think, he took the knife and stepped forward, and slashed again.
This time, it was not a repeat of the previous scene. Zuo Sifan did not step back, and Li Fuyao's hatchet did not go further down, but instead made a clear sound.
Then the blade of the hatchet was snapped open.
Li Fuyao retracted the knife and backed away, looking at the thing in Zuo Sifan's hand.
It's a brush with blue light.
Looking at Li Fuyao, Zuo Sifan sighed and said: "You all say that you swordsmen have no long bodies and nothing but a sword. I thought it might be a rumor before, but now it seems a little bit. It's not fake, and no wonder you are almost gone after 6,000 years of orthodoxy."
Li Fuyao lowered his head slightly, didn't even look at the cyan brush, just swiped it suddenly.
There was a gust of wind in the big tent.
I was shocked by the flickering of the oil lamp, but the cyan brush was not damaged at all.
Zuo Sifan mourned and said: "The time when he was still studying in the academy, it was really the most carefree time for Zuo in these years, but it has become the cloud of the past, and there is only one left. The pen is over."
Li Fuyao suddenly fell backwards. At the same time, the cyan brush shot at Li Fuyao like a blue light. Li Fuyao felt the bitter chill of the cyan brush passing by his bun, slightly Shen Jian, just avoiding the last blow of the writing brush, Li Fu shook his hatchet to the ground, stood upright, and looked at the cyan writing brush that returned to Zuo Sifan's hand.
For the ranks of the magical artifacts, the swordsmen in the mountains and rivers have always paid little attention to them. They only need to have a connection with the sword in their hands, and they have never asked for the rest. However, the monks of the Three Sects, except for the swordsman line, have a lot of research on magical instruments, and the effects of each magical instrument have not been the same.
Zuo Sifan took the cyan writing brush and said calmly: "Your sword fairy can probably break through all kinds of magical weapons with a single sword, but you are a swordsman who doesn't even have a sword.
Li Fuyao wanted to tell him that the sword fairy would never put him in his eyes from the beginning to the end, but when he was still in his throat, the cyan brush was so bright that he swept straight towards Li Fuyao.
Zuo Sifan said with emotion: "Zuo hasn't killed anyone for several years."