Su Yiwen Lingzhao

"Sure!"

Wang Zhuo's words are eloquent.

Su Yi thought about it and said, "Do you have a pen and paper with you?"

Wang Zhuo immediately took out a pen and paper from a treasure bag and handed it over.

Su Yi flicked his pen and hurriedly wrote a note to seal it, then took out the snail-shaped black copper whistle, placed it on his lips and blew it.

Om!

A strange rhythm resounded through the rain curtain to the sky.

Just a moment, a swift light sparrow burst into the air, its wings were pale gray, like a small goshawk, with a pair of blue eyes and a pair of bright red claws.

Su Yi threw the note in his hand, the figure of the sparrow flickered, and the note in his mouth broke through the air.

"You can leave now."

Su Yi turned to look at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo couldn't believe it, and said, "Young Master Su is sure you want to release Wang?"

"You still think about how to go in the future."

Speaking, Su Yi held the oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the distance.

The rain gradually became smaller, and the mist filled the mountains and fields, and soon Su Yi was no longer to be seen.

Wang Zhuo stared blankly at this scene, only to be sure that he escaped.

He couldn't help laughing at himself: "It's a shame that I'm still among the top ten innate martial sects in this week. Compared with the real practitioners, it's just a secular world. It's just ants from the flies and dogs..."

With a long sigh, the ruler of the Tianxing Academy stood up and walked away, lonely.

…

The night was like ink.

The top of a lonely mountain.

The bonfire was raging, and a skinny old man with a scribbled beard sat on the ground, holding a scroll of ancient books, quietly studying by the firelight, with a leisurely demeanor.

Not far away, a middle-aged monk wearing a cassock, with a shiny bald head, and a fat body, was sleeping soundly on the soft straw, snoring loudly.

On a vigorous pine tree on one side, a man in black robe with an old-fashioned and serious appearance sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, and his breath was long.

And on the edge of the cliff, there was a man in white robe like a teenager sitting there, holding a brown and oily roast chicken in his hand, eating his mouth full of food The oily, delicate face is full of enjoyment.

Suddenly, in the night sky far away, a swift light sparrow came out.

The white-robed boy who was eating chicken pointed at the thin old man by the bonfire, and said vaguely, "Go find him."

Swish!

The swift light fell on the shoulders of the skinny old man.

The skinny old man reluctantly put away the scroll in his hand, took out a round and clear bronze mirror from his sleeve robe, made a gesture in his hand, and lightly moved towards Jiguangque.

Shoot!

& nbsp; Suddenly a scene emerged.

That is the scene of the battle that took place in the Longqiao Station.

"A fight so soon?"

The skinny old man was surprised.

Soon, when he saw the scene of Su Yi killing the Fuqin woman with a sword in the air, the skinny old man couldn't help but be moved and murmured:

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

As one of the seven elders of Shifang Pavilion distributed in Dazhou, the skinny old man naturally knew that this woman playing the qin was a congenital martial sect from Daqin.

His name is Huang Duanyu, titled "Qin Sword Master", proficient in swordsmanship and piano skills, and his strength is placed in the Dazhou territory, enough to be a king and a minister.

But it was such a congenital Martial Sect who was split in half by a sword!

The **** scene made the skinny old man gasp.

"I'll take a look."

The boy in the white robe came over with the half-eaten roast chicken and stared at

looking at the sights, her face full of curiosity.

Soon, when Tie Kong and the eighteen figures formed the "Six Harmony Qi Formation" attacking, the white-robed boy clicked his tongue and exclaimed:

"This battle is so powerful that the strength of Tie Kong's 'Violent Violent Ape' has at least doubled, and he can even compete with Wang Zhuo. High and low."

But not long after he finished speaking, the white-robed boy was stunned, holding the roast chicken in his hands, his delicate cheeks filled with shock.

The skinny old man on one side also had his eyes straight.

& nbsp;

"Is this what a person with a double master can do?"

A strange cry rang out, and I don’t know when, the fat monk who was lying there and sleeping soundly, also came over. When he saw this scene, The fat cheeks were shaking violently, and his face was full of shock.

The white-robed boy muttered, "This sword is not simple!"

The skinny old man said: "Su Yi's background is even more terrifying!"

Speaking, they and the fat monk looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This is also the first time they, the elders of the Shifang Pavilion, have seen Su Yi's battle, although they have already learned about Su Yi's details through various means.

But when they actually saw this scene of **** battles, they couldn't calm down.

The skinny old man pondered: "It seems that we need to re-evaluate the fighting strength of this son Su Yi."

The white-robed boy sighed: "I suddenly feel some sympathy for those guys who plan to **** Su Yi's good fortune..."

The fat monk snatched half of the roast chicken from the hands of the white-robed boy, took a savage bite, and moved his cheeks and said:

& nbsp;

As he was talking, the black-robed man who was sitting cross-legged on the pine tree came over, his stern and serious face was full of displeasure: "Shouting, What a system!"

Speaking, he frowned, seeing the scenes of Wang Zhuo killing the thin old man and the other eighteen strong men, he couldn't help saying: "King Qingxun Did you admit it?"

The skinny old man looked complicated and said with emotion: "It is understandable to save his life. After all, his opponent is too terrible."

And when I saw the strange scene after Su Yijian killed the black civet cat, the four elders of the Shifang Pavilion of the Great Zhou Dynasty were present with expressions on their faces. All changed.

"This black civet cat has a ghost attached to it!?"

"The origin of the ghost is not destined to be simple."

"Unfortunately, I can't understand their conversation..."

Because of this scene, it was all seen from thousands of meters away by the dazzling bird. sound.

so that the four skinny old men did not know, that ray of demon soul was actually owned by a spiritual monk who claimed to be "True Lord of Fire" Divided by soul.

But even so, such a strange scene surprised them all.

At this point, all the pictures disappeared.

The skinny old man put away the round copper plate, glanced at the other three, and said: "Do you think the details of such a battle should be announced to the public? ?"

The man in the black robe spoke first and said, "If you do this, you will definitely offend Su Yi. After all, these battle details will most likely be used by his enemies. ."

The boy in white robe couldn't help reminding: "Don't forget, we have sold Su Yi's trace as information this time, and I am Su Yi, You must have already hated our Shifang Pavilion."

The fat monk touched his shiny head and couldn't help but complain:

"I don't know what the boss is thinking. If you have to mix it in, you have to use Su Yi's trace in exchange for money. ."

Everyone was silent for a while.

Among the seven elders of the Shifang Pavilion in Dazhou, the first elder was the number one person.

The Great Elder is good at everything, but there is only one problem, that is, he is too obsessed with making money.

The trace against Su Yi this time was sold by the elders as top-secret information.

The boy in white robe muttered, "If the boss knew the details of this battle, I don't know if he would regret using Su Yi's whereabouts to make money."

The other three said in unison: "The boss will definitely not regret it!"

They know too well that as long as they can make money, there is nothing that the boss dare not do.

At this moment, there was another sound of breaking in the night sky in the distance—

A swift light sparrow flew over and landed on the shoulders of the white-robed boy.

"Hey, there's a note."

The boy in white robe took a note from Jiguang Que's mouth and opened it.

Everyone put their heads together.

Look at the text on it: "Take the trace of someone Su to make money? Yes, but you need to give me 90%, otherwise, don't blame me for coming to the door to settle accounts in the future. ."

"Furthermore, don't say anything evil, see no evil, next time I find out that there is a light sparrow watching my battle, I will definitely kill it."

Signature: Su Yi.

The handwriting is elegant and flying, the iron is painted with silver hooks, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, just like a series of fierce swords.

"He... how dare he threaten us?"

The white-robed boy froze.

The fat middle-aged sighed: "Look, I said it, this Su Yi is obviously dissatisfied with our Shifang Pavilion!"

The black-robed man said sharply: "But he didn't stop us from leaking his tracks."

"But...the boss might promise to share 90% of the wealth."

The skinny old man shook his head.

The black-robed man said: "Let the boss decide this matter."

"Alright."

The other three readily agreed.

They don't want to provoke Su Yi, who is suspected of being robbed by the old monster.

Soon, this note from Su Yi was taken by Jiguangque and flew away.

Time ticks by.

until the night fades and dawn will break.

The skinny old man received a letter from the Great Elder of Shifangge.

The letter contained only one sentence: "Do as he says."

Seeing this, the skinny old man and the others were all surprised, when did the boss spit out the meat he had eaten?

The fat monk scratched his head: "This is not the style of the head."

The boy in white robe gloated and speculated: "The boss must be afraid of being targeted by a stubborn guy like Su Yi... Although the boss is very strong, Su Yi also has It might be the old demon whose house was taken away, who wouldn't be afraid?"

The black-robed man frowned and said, "The boss must have noticed something to make such a decision."

"What are you thinking about, the top priority is to reply to Su Yi quickly, no matter what you think, monk, I don't want to be surrounded by such a dangerous atmosphere The guy is staring at..."

The obese monk urged.

The other three nodded when they saw this.

Soon, a swift light sparrow took Shifangge's reply and left.

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ps: The fifth update!

 Monthly ticket!

Well, I still owe 10 5 updates. In addition, the goldfish is worried that it will be late tomorrow, and the update at 10 am tomorrow will be delayed until 12 noon...