One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 377
Jingle Bell!
Among the fixed security phones on the left side of the large desk, one of the single-line phones representing Phoenix Mountain rang.

Zhao Fangxu had been waiting for the news for a long time, and he picked up the phone as soon as it rang.

"Chairman, Lion Lang's power has been borrowed."

Zhao Fangxu said solemnly: "I see, let Shizi Lang try his best to meet the needs of the other party and keep a record of the mission."

"Yes."

Bang!
Zhao Fangxu hung up the phone, continued to look at the documents on the table, and was fascinated by the handsome young man on the documents:

What went wrong?
Hu Xiuwu unilaterally rejected Er Zhuang's communication, plus the phone call from Fenghuangshan.

In front of the evidence, even if Zhao Fangxu didn't believe it, he had to admit that Hu Xiuwu had a problem.

I thought it was just a simple plan to cross the sea and divert the tiger away from the mountain, but it went wrong in what Zhao Fangxu thought was the safest place.

Hu Xiuwu was almost Zhao Fangxu who watched him grow up. He used to think that he had paid enough attention to Hu Xiuwu and knew all the secrets about him.

The location of Jingjue Ancient City was jointly agreed upon by him and Hu Xiuwu. No one knew better than Hu Xiuwu what was inside and what was nothing.

Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang of Shangqing are close friends,
And Hu Xiuwu will work together to create the Seven Killing Orders of Gods and Ghosts.

Hiding so deeply, wouldn't it be more important than the death of the snake god?
!!!

The former pearl of the desert, now the dilapidated deserted city has become a battlefield that barely supports Hu Xiuwu and Shizi Lang.

In particular, Feng Baobao comforted him: "It's okay, that's your uncle, don't be ashamed."

Zhang Chulan remained silent, a hint of envy suddenly rose in her heart,
If I, like Hu Xiuwu, have a stable environment to practice, can I also be like him and the Heavenly Master, who can determine the world by myself.

A piece of pure white snowflakes floated on Gong Qing's shoulders. He looked at the battle situation in the city and muttered to himself.

It's just that Zhao Fangxu was heartbroken and ashamed to see the description of this huge plan from the records.

That is to say, Wang Zhenqiu is not here now, otherwise he will definitely ask Feng Baobao for cucumbers, and tease Zhang Chulan with her.

"Great! It turns out that there is still such a long road ahead waiting for me to go."

That is to say, Feng Baobao, who can compete with black and white cute beasts and grab bamboo shoots to eat, is able to eat with relish when he knows there is a problem, and when he speaks, he breathes white gas out of his mouth.

Only the winner has the right to dominate.

The fierce stalagmites and the piercing iron thorns collide silently, like a snake fighting, and the stone chips and iron powder are intertwined, like scales.

"Crack, huh? Why did the cucumber turn into a popsicle?"

The two sides calmly withdrew from Jingjue Ancient City, and separated on both sides of the city gate, guarding each other, watching, and being amazed.

Two golden fingers easily crushed this snowflake, but Xiao Zizai's face changed drastically:

"Why, even Junior Uncle Lingyu said that if I practiced at the same time as him, he would definitely not be my opponent."

Xiao Zizai picked up the snowflake with his fingertips, and felt as if he had touched the iron frame placed in the large freezer.

In the ancient city of Jingjue, houses collapsed, and frost formed on every sandy ridge.

The long-term strategy and the remarkable results are rare in the world.

After standing still for a while, Zhao Fangxu picked up the phone: "Hey, Archives, bring me all the information from Shangqing in the past 20 years, yes, everything, give it to me right away!"

Hei Guan'er's expression was complicated: "Young people nowadays are really amazing. I kind of understand how I felt when I was in the same generation as the celestial master. There is such a person hanging around, who has cultivated a dog for a lifetime of cultivation, and is powerless."

Feng Baobao's mouth was full, and he said vaguely: "Impossible, his qi can be compared with that celestial master in Longhushan, and you can only compare with Zhang Lingyu, what is the comparison?"

The remaining whole-sex people are not as big-hearted as Gong Qing and Ding Zhang'an, even Xia He and Dou Mei are mostly afraid of Hu Xiuwu at this time.

Being bored and having no work to do, Feng Baobao took out a tender and juicy cucumber from his pouch, and bit off a third of it in one bite.

Temporary workers also have different ideas.

In the empty office, only Zhao Fangxu's own whispers echoed.

Now it seems that he only understands the tip of the iceberg of the secrets about Hu Xiuwu.

"No, the outside environment has not yet reached the freezing temperature." Xiao Zizai looked at the half of the cucumber in Feng Baobao's hand, and found a snowflake on the side of the cucumber.

"Kacha, it's useless, even if you have practiced the Yang Wu Lei method uninterruptedly since childhood, you can't compare to him."

Kunlun Divine Tree?Corpse-flavored konjac?
"No, those two things are not worthy of such a big battle."

Thinking of this, Zhao Fangxu suddenly trembled and jumped up from the chair.

Feng Baobao stared at the hard cucumber in his hand in bewilderment, but his mouth was still crunching, as if he was chewing a popsicle.

writer of the ending,
It can only be the winner who walks out of the ancient city.

Flipping through Hu Xiuwu's file, Zhao Fangxu carefully recalled his impression of Hu Xiuwu,
The first time I heard of Hu Xiuwu's name was because I discovered Li Chunfeng's tomb under the Yubone Temple.

Hu Xiuwu didn't even care much about the divine object, Muchen Bead, and easily handed it over to Nowhere, Jingjue Ancient City.

The problem is that Li Chunfeng's last plan spanned thousands of years, and when the result was achieved, he eliminated King Xian of Hualong, obtained the divine object, Muchen Bead, and dealt the final blow to the World-Destroying Snake.

Because both sides are clear that today's ending is no longer up to them to decide.

Ding Zhang'an's expression was frenzied: "People can do this. I thought that Lao Na and I were not far away from that strange person. I didn't expect that we have been watching the sky from the well. It's really..."

"It's snowing, and it's snowing even in the desert where the scorching sun is flying over the sky."

Stinging at first, then numbness, the extreme cold and low temperature stimulated his golden bell to run spontaneously, making his fingertips glow golden.

"..." After a moment of silence, Zhang Chulan smiled, "Sister Baoer, you are right, don't say it next time."

Feng Baobao's words were more choking than the cucumber in her mouth, and Zhang Chulan was speechless for a moment.

If Zhang Chulan was present with Hu Xiuwu, he would definitely say that Sister Baoer was right, but now that Hu Xiuwu is not here, it has almost become his instinct to pretend to be a stupid stupefied young man without delaying him.

The exquisite ancient city in the depths of the desert has ushered in something that has never been encountered in a thousand years.

Yang Ming, Hu Xiuwu, what on earth do you want to do?
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The scorching sun hanging in the sky has become an ornament. You can see its jump and touch its light, but you can no longer feel the warmth from the sun.

Li Chunfeng was able to conspire to sacrifice the king thousands of years ago, so it is not surprising that he left any plans for Shangqing.

If he really has a second plan, what is the purpose of that plan.

cold winter.

The fire crow crowed, and the sword qi howled.

"Oh." Feng Baobao listened to the persuasion, nodded obediently, and continued to eat cucumbers.

There was no battle between Quan Quan and the temporary worker, and even the martial idiot Ding Zhangan did not start the war without authorization.

"Not good, the battle inside has escalated, retreat!"

The temporary workers retreated immediately without hesitation. Even Zhang Chulan, who was a little slower, directly used the Yang Wulei method Xunlei created by himself to stimulate the meridians and accelerate the retreat.

Quan Xing felt that something was wrong, so he also retreated, but it was still a small step too late.

Snowy and icy.

(End of this chapter)