Chapter 1495: Gambling in Yujing, revealing the world, and the only one who hides the suffering, asks to fight

"Here I'm back!"

A burst of noise broke out in Yujing City, pointing at the dazzling space mystery maps at the sky, and was very excited.

However, Ye Xiaotian came back and brought three people - he successfully crossed two domains!

"Is this the mystery of space..."

"Look! The first one, the Seven Sword Immortal Feng Tingchen! Oh, it's from the previous one."

"That's Old Yang, right? I've seen the portrait, the old sword immortal with goatee, who is the same generation as Mr. Siren?"

"Where is that young man?"

"I don't know, but it doesn't matter."

"Yeah, the Feng family comes from, the battle of Sword Immortals can begin!"

...

The flowers are gradually fascinating.

The prosperous Yujing City and the dilapidated battlefield outside the city formed two extreme contrasts, which made Feng Zhongzui stunned.

Fengjia City is also thriving.

But if you really want to compare with a big place like Kyoto, it’s still a big mistake.

"Mr. Siren."

As soon as Feng Tingchen showed up, he took the lead in holding his fists and bowing to Mei Siren, and at the same time signaled the young man behind him.

"Oh, I've seen Mr. Siren, I admire you for a long time!" Feng Zhongzui said while taking out a small mirror from the space ring.

He still knew his job and passed on the scene and shock he saw here to everyone in the five realms so that they could empathize with it.

Stop the voice.

The drunken hair was slightly raised in the wind, and the sword was swept open and injected into the mission mirror.

"Buzz!"

The wind blows all over the city, and the birds roar.

Xu Xiaoshou felt the slightly trembling swords around him, and suddenly looked back, surprise flowing out from his eyes.

"The Throne of the Swordsman?"

Mei Si people also seemed to have aroused surprise and looked at this good seedling.

There is a special sense of freedom in the sword intent drunk in the wind, and it seems that I have never really taken everything in the world to heart, including his greetings to him just now.

Respect and respect...

In this eyes, greeting is second, and the job is the focus - the mission mirror cannot be left behind!

"The descendants of the Feng family are drunk in the wind. This boy is a stubborn person. This is to polish his character." Feng Tingchen turned to introduce the Mei Si people, smiling.

"How old?" Mei Siren grabbed the fan.

"sixteen."

"Okay!" The fan swung, and a "child can teach you".

Feng Tingchen's eyes suddenly became deeper.

The sixteen-year-old sword throne... Xu Xiaoshou was in a daze. Putting aside himself, he would not compare. This is Xiao Wanfeng's age, and Su Qianqian's talent is fulfilled!

At least the throne of the sword can be qualified to challenge the Seven Sword Immortals. Feng Zhongzui comes from the Feng family. Will he not know much about the sword can?

The throne of swordsmanship is like the throne of spirit refining, covering three small realms.

The sword immortal can also be regarded as the throne of the sword. Mr. Si, who could kill Jiang Buyi before he was sacred, can also be regarded as the throne of the sword.

This realm is too deep!

There are many people hiding, and they all want to be a dark horse, but they can't see through people's bottom until they take action.

After Xu Xiaoshou sighed, he just praised it from the bottom of his heart: "Yes, it's indeed a good seedling."

Feng Tingchen looked over and his face suddenly became strange.

This young man said such old-fashioned words...

He didn't know this young man with nine-tailed hair, but he was a little familiar with his appearance, so he probably saw the portrait somewhere.

But judging from the atmosphere in the battle situation, the ones who want to compete with the North Sword Immortal are all based on this son's body.

He is Xu Xiaoshou?

"This is an old student, Xu Xiaoshou."

Mei Si people pointed it over at the right time, without any more description, just gave a name.

Feng Tingchen's face became solemn, and he clasped his fists and nodded in tribute.

"Shou Master?"

Feng Zhongzui's eyes lit up, and he pointed the mission mirror at the Demon King who had long admired his name.

At this moment, the illusory figure on the major missionary mirrors of the five realms of the mainland condensed.

...

Eighth Palace.

The Feng family specially put up an extra missionary mirror in this town because Suo Ye came from Tiansang Ling Palace.

At this moment, the Eighth Palace is very lively.

Fu Xing, Fu Yinhong from Tiansang City, and the elders accompanying him...

The housewarming of Tiansang Ling Palace, Xiao Qixiu, brought all the disciples in the inner courtyard to watch the battle and learn, Zhao Xidong, Rao Yinyin, Tan Ji...

The guy who played with him at that time was in the mirror in a blink of an eye, and I was in front of the mirror, out of reach.

The nearby Linggong and County City have basically come here, and the people are crowded with blood.

"The changes are so big..." Zhao Xidong was still holding a grass in his mouth, squatting on the stone with his eyes tracing. He couldn't believe that the guy with nine-tailed white hair was Xu Xiaoshou who had blown up the Lingzang Pavilion.

"I can hardly recognize him." Xu Xiaoshou's substitute for the xx number "Xiaoshi Tan Ji" said that he did not know this guy at all, even though he had been interrogated by the Temple of the Holy Spirit because of this guy's nonsense.

"Yujingcheng..." Rao Yinyin looked at the mission mirror and looked at the important figures around Xu Xiaoshou. Her beautiful eyes were a little dim and she murmured silently, "You still owe me a throne pill..."

Fu Xing pointed at the man in the mirror, and said with a little regret, "I knew at that time that he was definitely not an object in the pool!"

Fu Yinhong stared coldly, knowing that this brother would not have any good things.

Fu Xing smiled again and said, "Fortunately you didn't match you successfully. It's not a good thing that your husband is too strong. I'm relieved now."

"Shut up!"

Mr. Fu sighed: "Oh, after listening to the legend for so long, I finally saw him fight with my own eyes. It's a pity that I couldn't see the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

...

Burial of the sword tomb.

A bright mission mirror was like a demonstration in front of a mountain.

The guys who worship the mountain devoutly on weekdays disappeared one by one, gathered in front of the mission mirror and pointed:

"Shou Ye!"

"Northern Sword Immortal!"

"Here's here, there are also Mr. Siren, Senior Feng Tingchen, Old Gu, Yang Xizhi... The sword immortal Liu Fuyu is here too. Oh my God, is this a hodgepodge? It's all Sword Immortal!"

"Gu Qing Ersan is here, hey, the boss is not here? Gu Lao Er, Lao San, what do you think about this battle?" Someone pointed to the rear.

The crowd parted, Gu Qinger carried a sword wheel, hung nine swords, walked over without saying a word, sitting on the big stone in front of the mission mirror, feeling depressed.

Gu Qingsan could smile openly and wave his hand to respond to everyone: "I think Xu Xiaoshouying is too strong, after all, I taught him something."

"Oh? The point of the Three Thousand Swordsmen? Do you still have such a source?"

"Yes, my second senior brother was saved by Xu Xiao on Void Island, which is quite a connection..."

Gu Qinger immediately glared at him.

"Hahaha!" Gu Qingsan scratched his head and pointed to the back, "Actually, you should ask my junior sister these questions."

Everyone looked back and saw a little girl in white holding a black heavy sword and walking over.

"Su Qianqian!"

"She was so lucky that she accepted Wen Ting and Wen Jianxian as her apprentice from a distance during the Yunlun Mountains... Oh my God, I want it too!"

"Look, look, is that the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Soldiers? I heard that the Holy Spirit Temple had a heavy reward at that time. I found the one who handed over and rose to the top... But who idiot would hand over if he found it?"

"I know, the Demon Sword went to find Su Qianqian specifically, and he bypassed the search network of the Holy Spirit Temple!"

"Tsk tsk, this girl is a bit scary. I won't mention her talent. Mingjian is still rushing to come to the door. I heard that she was the sword holder of Mingchengxue before?"
To be continued...