The Lord who use immortals as food

In the Huan Pavilion, Pei Ye watched the black cat and the people take the elixir. After a while, the edges of their bodies began to outline some disillusionment-like lines.

It was as if thirty pasted figures appeared in a harmonious painting, and then the disharmony began to be erased - the lines on the edges shrank inwards until they shrank to a point, and the thirty figures disappeared out of thin air. here.

Pei Ye still didn't see the essence of this scene. He rubbed his eyebrows and closed his head. When he pressed the sword and was about to look back, his body suddenly froze.

There was no cold sharp instrument on his neck, but the feeling of being caught in someone's hands was even worse.

He steadied his body, his hand still a foot and a half away from the hilt of the sword, and a corner of the red skirt drifted into his field of vision.

The atmosphere was silent and quiet.

"...Hello, senior." Pei Ye said tentatively.

silence.

"Yang Zhenbing and I are good brothers, and we have a very close relationship." His mind was racing. "We practice sword practice and eat together. I know that he can never tell the order of carrying the sword..."

"Where did you send these people?" The person finally spoke, with a slightly hoarse female voice, very calm.

The domineering python face in his mind finally settled down. Pei Ye became more at ease and calmly said: "Senior, these people are the victims of the carp house case hosted by Jingzhao Mansion. I met them today and sent them out." , outside the Free Jingzhao Mansion arrest officer Xie Chuantang and deputy Shi Li Zhao responded. "

The feeling of being locked away faded away at this moment, and the person behind him seemed to have turned his head: "I see that you haven't taken off your clothes and boots. It certainly doesn't look like you are here to have fun."

"……Misunderstand."

"Who is that noisy monkey face?"

Pei Ye was startled for a moment before he realized what he was referring to: "...the one painted full of colors? It's Yu Ziliang, Yu Sicheng's adopted son."

There was no change in the visitor's voice: "Isn't the eunuch not in charge?"

"...He's probably not a eunuch."

The visitor didn't say anything anymore, which probably meant he understood.

At this time, the lock on his body disappeared, and Pei Ye tried to turn around. In front of him was the tall figure carrying the box. Pei Ye paused for a moment, raised his hand and saluted: "Senior [Sword Demon], you are polite in front of me."

He Hongzhu nodded slightly and looked at him: "Zhen Bing's letter a few days ago said that the people living together are Yan Feiqing and Pei Ye. I guess you are the 'friend who raises kittens'."

Pei Ye didn't know what Yang Zhenbing said about him in the letter. In fact, he was a little unfamiliar with the fact that Yang Zhenbing would write back, so he could only nodded: "This junior is Pei Ye."

"Do you know Ming Qitian?" she said suddenly, turning to look at the young man.

"..."

It's not unusual for someone who wields a sword to know Ming Qitian. This sentence obviously means "Ming Qitian knows you."

Pei Ye pursed her lips and looked at her silently.

"Hasn't she been asking swordsmen in the world for the past two years? How is the progress?"

Pei Ye frowned slightly and still looked at her silently, with a little more vigilance in his eyes.

"..."

"..."

"Master Ming Sword has taught me many swordsmanships." When the feeling of being locked in came again, Pei Ye spoke first, then raised his eyes to the roof, "Anyway, she is very powerful, I don't know anything else. ”

Pei Ye looked at the python face in front of her and moved. The gesture must have been "sneering" or "smiling angrily", but after all, she didn't make a sound. It seemed that she was too lazy to argue with a junior, so she just said softly: "She pointed out "If I pass you, your swordsmanship will not embarrass her." "My talent is stupid, at most one-tenth of the sword master's teachings." Pei Ye remained calm and only moved his eyes, "I'm going upstairs now." Senior, I’m afraid it’s my turn.”

"I want to test the sword with the little sword fairy. It seems that I have some skills."

"..." Pei Ye paused for a moment, "There are other things to do."

…

"Isn't Brother Shi here yet?" Jiang Yin'er looked back and saw waiters and dancers coming and going at the grand banquet.

"Maybe he's already here, but I just didn't see him for a while." Cui Zhaoye poked his head in, "Don't worry, you can see him when he comes on stage soon."

Jiang Yin'er was silent for a moment, but still hesitated and said: "Miss Cui, what kind of person is Brother Shi? I have only heard some stories from my master and Mr. Xu, saying that he uses the sword very well and was taught by the master of the Glazed Sword... …Can I recognize it?”

"Haha, don't worry, he is very dazzling. You will recognize him as soon as you see him." Cui Zhaoye smiled, with some inexplicable pride in his tone, "As for what kind of person he is... Anyway, he is Claims to be the 'Dragon of the Abyss'."

"..."

Chu Shuiting stopped at the fifth step and staggered back with a helpless smile on his face. There were already many exclamations on the field.

There are more than just swordsmen here. Refining masters such as great weapon masters and great craftsmen may be selecting their favorite guests. Young men, noble ladies, celebrities and powerful people are also observing these names. They can prove that you are stronger than others here, and sometimes even win. What kind of leader has been obtained before tens of millions of people?

Nowadays, there are several voices talking about the word "Shu Mountain".

"I heard that after defeating this senior He, there seems to be a lucky draw?" Jiang Yin'er suddenly lowered his head and said softly.

This girl hasn't sat down yet - or she didn't prepare herself to sit down when she carried the sword on her back.

"Ah, yes." Cui Zhaoye raised his head and smiled, "Tonight, if anyone can defeat the Little Sword Immortal's 'Seven Steps of Sword Control', you can make a request to anyone present."

The drama girl shook her jade pendant and seemed a little surprised: "Can I ask for anything?"

"Well... then the winner should know his limits." Cui Zhaoye smiled and found that this girl sometimes didn't know much. "Many people here know each other, so it won't be embarrassing."

"Oh." The girl nodded slowly and looked at the field quietly again.

After a moment, she whispered: "Senior He knew the man by the sword as soon as he took the sword, and planned to win within five moves. Mr. Chu was determined to show off his sword skills, which made Senior He touch the sword of desire calmly."

"It should be so. If he got caught in the game of exchanging moves with He Ju, he might not even last four steps."

"That's true."

Cui Zhaoye didn't say anything else. She turned her eyes back this time and couldn't help but smile - it was the scarlet dragon face who walked onto the field.

Jiang Yin'er glanced at her.

The dragon-faced man's body was not fat, but it was indeed round and plump. He put down the folding fan in his hand, raised his chin to Zhou Shise who was still drunkenly leaning on the table behind him, and took off the mask himself.

It was a round face that was white and firm, with bright black eyes and a golden crown that tied his black hair into a circle. He was not very old and not very tall. If he was the only son of a merchant, he would be quite suitable for his temperament, but he had a long sword on his waist and stood on the field with his head held high.

When this person unveiled his face, the waiters did not speak. They knew better than anyone how to reduce their presence, and they would not bother him much when a familiar face appeared.

There was a kind laugh in the field, someone clapped their hands, and Cui Zhaoye also smiled and held his chin.

But the little fat man lifted his belt, raised his hand to draw the sword, pointed the silver sword light at He Jiu, and his eyebrows showed a fierce and angry look.