Huang Ting

"This brat is very cruel in what he does. The slap he gave him just now was still a light one."

Hu Xiuwu held his sword and said speechlessly as he watched the iron crystals all over the ground turn into smoke.

No wonder his heart palpitated just now when he thought about landing. There was a place to stay among the iron caltrops all over the ground.

Wang Bin was lying at his feet, his left face as red and swollen as a steamed pig's head, and he had fainted from the pain.

After tearing apart the nearly one meter thick iron pillar with the Qingxu Slash, he changed the sword's edge to the sword's spine, and struck Wang Bing in the face like an iron ruler, knocking him unconscious.

This is already the result of Hu Xiuwu's restraint, otherwise Hu Xiuwu could smash his head to pieces with his small body and bones.

"Xiaomin!"

After Wang Ai discovered that the trump card he had left for his grandson had been revealed, he ignored the referee's obstruction and hurriedly jumped into the arena to check Wang Bing's situation before the fog cleared.

After checking, they found that Wang was not seriously injured, but was knocked unconscious, so he felt relieved a little.

Hu Xiuwu held his sword and looked down at Wang Ai who was squatting on the ground: "How about it, Mr. Wang, my little cultivation is still in your eyes."

He heard clearly the conversation between Wang Ai and Lu Ci just now.

Who is Wang Ai? He is cunning and cunning. He will understand immediately when he hears it. Hu Xiuwu already knows why the Taiyin God is in Wang Bing.

In an instant, Wang Ai put on a sweet smile, just like in the movie, he always generously and kindly leads the disheveled little girl or the little girl who has run away from home, or the old man who returns home:

"Hehe, Xiao Hu, you are definitely the strongest among the younger generation. No, even those a generation older than you, there are not many who can rival you."

"As expected of Zhang Chulan's grandfather Zhang Huaiyi's apprentice."

Smiling and full of malice.

Hu Xiuwu sneered, but there was no unnecessary movement. Wang Ai's actions were considered to be in line with his wishes.

He originally participated in the Luotian Dajiao in order to repay Zhang Huaiyi's kindness of reincarnation. It was also one of his purposes to draw too much attention from Zhang Chulan to himself.

Without the Yin You Six Ding Formation, although the two of them did not deliberately shout in their conversation, they still had the ability to listen to the wind, or have an astonishing hearing audience like Chen Xiazi, and they could hear their conversation clearly.

content.

"What did Mr. Wang Ai say just now? Hu Xiuwu is the apprentice of some mysterious master."

"Fake, right?"

"Impossible, how could Shi Lao admit his mistake? Could it be that Hu Xiuwu is so strong because of the so-called Qi Ti Origin?"

Zhuge Bai put away his judgment, dispersed his spells and listened to the wind. He was still young and not as mature as his brother. He had just heard such explosive news and could not hide his emotions. He said in a loud voice:

"Wow! Brother, did you hear that Hu Xiuwu is actually that disciple? Isn't that Zhang Chulan's uncle?"

"I heard it," Zhuge Qing smiled with satisfaction, "This game is really worth it. Not only can I see the Eight Deceiver Gods appear in the world again, but I can also know such a big secret for the first time."

Zhuge Bai suddenly asked with great interest: "Brother, you said that the Taiyin God is the spirit of the ancestors. Will the family want the Taiyin God from the Wang family?"

For the people of the Zhuge family, all matters concerning their ancestor Zhuge Liang deserve their attention.

"Of course not," Zhuge Qing shook his head, "Taiyin and Xuanwu follow their ancestors and serve the ancestors personally, not the Zhuge family. The family has no right to ask for Taiyin God."

"Besides, the storm will begin after the Luotian Dajiao is over. At this time, the family should remain quiet."

Today's news will definitely spread its wings and fly to all parts of the country through the Internet as soon as possible.

From today on, Hu Xiuwu will experience Zhang Chulan's treatment, become the focus of everyone's attention, and become the center of various conspiracy storms.

The referee also noticed that something was wrong with the situation, so he quickly shouted out the result of the game and wanted Hu Xiuwu to leave quickly. He was also a left-behind descendant of Longhu Mountain and knew the Golden Light Curse, but he still had a better impression of Hu Xiuwu.

Who knows, compared with him is Buyao Bilian Zhang Chulan.

"The winner is Hu Xiuwu."

After the referee announced the result, Hu Xiuwu left directly, but no one had any doubts. Everyone could see that Wang Ai had no good intentions at all when he made Hu Xiuwu's secret public.

Hu Xiuwu was eager to leave and calmly thought about what to do next, which was natural.

Wang Ai thought so too, until he used the Spirit-Restraining General to try to get back the Taiyin God in Wang Bing's body, but he failed.

Even a scheming person like Wang Ai was stunned:

Where is my Taiyin God? Where is my big Taiyin God?

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Phew~

Wang Ai, this old fox, really didn't suffer at all. He just beat his grandson, and he bought me back, hoping to muddy the waters and fish in troubled waters.

Hey! I'm not that unlucky guy like Zhang Chulan. You have to pay for buying me.

Away from the crowd, Hu Xiuwu's steps were light and he lost all his solemn look just now. He was as relaxed as a liberated white-collar worker who had finally gotten off work and even had the intention to tease Wang Ai.

Before, he could have directly eliminated Wang Bing with the Silver String Chaos, but he still chose the distance at the expense of the near and had to stay close to Wang Bing because he wanted to get his 'compensation' personally.

After approaching the king, Hu Xiuwu used his magical power, Beiyin Summons, to capture the Taiyin God.

Although it is unclear why the Feng family's secret knowledge fell into the hands of the Wang family, Ju Lingqian did have something. If he hadn't knocked out Wang Bing first, and then cast a spell close to his Niwan Palace, Hu Xiuwu would not have been able to do it.

Faith takes it away.

This was his apology. Wang Ai had tricked him, so he took the apology and left without asking Wang Ai to apologize to him.

Look how magnanimous I am and how considerate I am.

Hu Xiuwu was pleased that his character had improved and he had learned to repay evil with kindness.

The tree-lined path casts large shadows, which are cool and refreshing. The sunlight floats in the shadows, casting patches of light. Hu Xiuwu walked along the old trees, and his figure flickered.

The moment he walked through a large shadow and was about to step into the sunshine, Hu Xiuwu's figure suddenly disappeared like a bubble.

"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"

After Hu Xiuwu disappeared, eight or nine people rushed out from several corners behind him.

Some are fat and some are thin, some are tall and some are low, some are male and some are female.

The only thing these people have in common is that their skills are all above average, and none of them seem to be good people.

"Why did he suddenly disappear like a ghost?"

"It's not like you are a bunch of trash. You accidentally exposed your breath and let him find out. You should run away. You are all trash now."

A woman with a high ponytail stood aside, with her arms folded across her chest, her arms stacked up against each other, and she glanced sideways at the fat man next to her who was always looking at him leeringly.

Naturally, the only ones who dare to be crazy enough to follow Hu Xiuwu during the day are monsters like Quan Xing.

Feeling the woman's disdain, the fat man was very dissatisfied: "You bitch, look at me and say these words, what do you mean?"

The woman sneered: "Bian Min, you are the weakest among the people here, what do you mean by me?"

Bian Min gritted his teeth angrily, but he didn't dare to say anything more, because what she said was the truth, and he also secretly resented that his stingy master taught things to pick and pick and search, and he was a bastard who hadn't finished teaching yet.

Just die.

You, a third grader, have nothing to do, so you went to the Eight Immortals Mountain to join in the fun. As a result, I didn’t learn all about animal control, my iron thorns were not as flexible as Jia Zhengliang’s, and I also lost everything I was doing.

At least leave the Three Corpse Needles to me!

Bian Min complained in his heart and said angrily: "Then what should we do? Just break up and hide?"

"No, I know Hu Xiuwu. He is not the kind of person who hides when something happens. He should be watching us around here. Be careful. You all saw him in the last game."

Behind Quan Xing, a thin, haggard middle-aged man slowly walked over.

He seemed to be very prestigious in Quanxing, and no one in Quanxing present refuted his judgment. They all silently moved closer to him, alert to the surrounding situation.

The murderous intent released by several people instantly made the atmosphere depressing and tense.

The frightened birds jumped up and flew into the sky.

A few people didn't practice Jing Gong well enough, and their attention was distracted by the flock of birds.

Just at this moment,

A bright sword light fell from the sky, the sword light was as warm and unrestrained as the scorching sun, and the sword chant was like a baby's first cry, resounding through the sky, waving the desire for life and fear.

I want to live,

So you are all going to die!

Youyue Sword Technique·Tianxiang Dragon Flash!

A sword light, four blood flowers, and eight broken bodies.

Hu Xiuwu held a sword flower, shook out a few red plums, and faced off with the remaining five or six people: "How dare you follow me even though your cultivation level is mediocre."

"Did you give them the courage?"

"Tu Junfang!"

(End of chapter)