One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 392

"Bad people? Is that anime?"

In the crowd, Xiao Su suddenly got a little excited, and asked a question, and then saw that everyone's eyes turned to him.

Xue Fan teased, "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect that!"

It's fine to watch stolen pens, but Xiao Su actually likes watching anime.

Is this the wizard Xiaosu they knew, holding the paper figurine of Gong Qing and threatening him?

Xiao Su felt a little guilty, and said sternly, "What's wrong with watching anime?"

"Anime is not animation..."

Then he murmured incomprehensible words like 'Two-dimensional' and 'taking history as a bone'.

Hu Xiuwu smiled: "Since some of you have seen it, I won't describe it any more."

"According to what we said before, this time it will not be a free trip."

Gong Qing said: "Of course, we agreed, each of us will give you a treasure in exchange for a boat ticket."

Barron stroked his chest and saluted: "However, there are only so many treasures in a world. If someone fails to find the treasure you want, or he needs the treasure himself and is unwilling to hand it over, and wants to continue exploring other worlds, what should he do?" how?"

Hu Xiuwu asked rhetorically: "What did Europeans and Americans explore Africa and Asia in the past!"

"Gold and Oil!"

Hu Xiuwu said, "Me too."

Barron smiled, with a knowing expression: "I understand."

For a god, what is his oil, of course, is the belief of all beings.

Hu Xiuwu said: "This is the first official action, and I will act together with you,"

Hu Xiuwu raised his hand, the tops of the Jianmu tree shook and rustled behind him, and the leaves fluttered and fell like spirit butterflies.
Pick up a green leaf with fine sand floating in the veins, and the others follow suit.

Hu Xiuwu made a demonstration for the others, injecting his qi into the green leaves.

Qi penetrates into the veins of leaves like water vapor, and when it meets fine sand, it is like a raging fire burning wood, igniting the quicksand and burning up the greenery.

Only the crystal-like leaves and the dark gold threads distributed like a net inside the emerald leaves are left. The whole body is luxurious and always feels a bit solemn.

However, this is only the color of the leaf silk in Hu Xiuwu's hand, which is caused by different people's different qi.

For example, Ding Zhang'an's hand is insanely bright gold, Xia He's is an attractive pink, and Bane Miao's is a bright red that makes people blush, Gong Qing is amazing, the leaves in his hand exude colorful black.

Hu Xiuwu said: "This is the Jianmu Leaf Order, and it is also the 'ticket' for your return journey. As long as you want to come back, you can crush it, and Jianmu will pull you back."

"By the way, I want to remind everyone that the current Jianmu is still in its infancy and is still very fragile. Don't think about relying on it to escape from the battlefield when you are facing a strong enemy. It can't do it."

Xia He pinched Jian Muyeling, and said in a sticky tone that made people feel like someone was licking their ears:
"Oh, this is really disappointing."

Hu Xiuwu had a firm mind and remained unmoved.Caressing Jianmu's rough bark like dragon scales: "Take the Jianmu Leaf Token, climb on Jianmu, and you will go to that world."

"Everyone, don't let me down."

Ding Zhangan first jumped onto Jianmu, and ran on Jianmu like a sprint for a hundred meters on the ground. His figure gradually faded away and faded away, and he traveled into another world.

He simply listened to Xiao Su's introduction about the bad guys, and he couldn't wait to see what kind of demeanor the bad guys who have suppressed the world for 300 years are.

Those who come here are people who have made up their minds to have some fun, and certainly won't back down at the last minute.

They jumped on Jianmu one after another and went to the world of bad people.

Hu Xiuwu watched them leave, and weighed the light Jianmu leaf order in his hand. Zhang Qiling quietly walked in from the round door outside the courtyard where Jianmu was located, knelt down on one knee, holding the Chihu Tiger Talisman in his hand:

"Your Majesty, the Wuyan cavalry have assembled and are waiting for your order."

Luo Feng is far away, and he can't cast Yin soldiers to the emperor's side in time like in the world of stealing pens. Therefore, if he wants to use Yin soldiers, he needs Hu Xiuwu to use the supernatural power recruited from Beiyin in advance to put the silent horse into the tiger talisman. He takes it in.

As the first truly explored and exploited world, the success of this world cannot be compromised, so Hu Xiuwu needs to personally act.

"You have just practiced cultivation, and your cultivation level is still shallow, so Luo Feng is practicing now."

"Here!"

Zhang Qiling respectfully obeys orders, he is not a foolish and loyal person, only by maintaining a useful body can he better assist Yin Jun in the future.

He has become the Northern Emperor Sichen, and the priesthood has given him a long life, and he still has a lot of time to serve the Yin Lord.

Just as Hu Xiuwu was about to leave, he suddenly raised his head and chuckled, "Oh, have they recovered at this time?"

"Qi Ling, I have a task for you."

"Please order, Your Majesty."

"Are you taking the kids?"

Zhang Qi Ling:"???"

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Outside Yuzhou City, in the nameless bamboo forest, there is Jianlu.

"Hoo hoo, junior sister, junior sister. Master, you are too harsh."

Li Xingyun, who was dressed in red and had a handsome but still young face, shouted worriedly and angrily at his master, Uncle Yang.

His junior sister, Lu Linxuan, had just been beaten by her master, her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, she passed out on the ground.

Uncle Yang said coldly: "Such poor skill, going down the mountain will ruin my reputation."

"Don't think you'll be fine, learning martial arts secretly is a big taboo."

Li Xingyun lied in his heart, but he was still stubborn: "Master, what are you talking about, but you have never taught me martial arts."

"Then where did your kung fu come from?"

Uncle Yang didn't believe it at all. He had long suspected that the Bad Shuai was secretly teaching Li Xingyun martial arts.

He has a mid-heaven cultivation base, and he is considered a rare opponent in the Jianghu, but if compared with bad handsome, he is just a firefly under the bright moon, not worth mentioning.

Uncle Yang couldn't notice the bad handsome coming and going, but Li Xingyun, who was only eight or nine years old back then, even if he was told by the bad handsome, don't expose his martial arts.

But he is young after all, and it is impossible to completely hide it from Uncle Yang, but Uncle Yang dared not reveal the matter, and turned his face against the bad guy.

After saying a few cold words, he slapped Li Xingyun hard again, and finally forced Li Xingyun to use the real kung fu that the bad guy gave him.

Although Uncle Yang was very surprised by Li Xingyun's strength, it did prove a guess in his heart.

Bad Shuai has supported Datang for 300 years, and it is impossible to watch Li Xingyun, as Uncle Yang thought, become a hermit doctor and stay away from troubles.

"Xing Yun, it seems that it is difficult for me to let people live this life in peace. '

In the bamboo grove, someone looked at Li Xingyun, who was fighting with Uncle Yang inseparably, and did not lose the wind, nodded in relief, then raised his hand, and grabbed the bamboo that had pierced through many green bamboos, like a powerful arrow shot at his head. leaf.

The figure seemed to disappear in place, and with his superb lightness kung fu, this person blew towards the direction of the bamboo leaves like a gust of wind.

In the dense forest, the one who shoots out the bamboo leaves is a young Taoist priest wearing a crane cloak and leaning on a bamboo stick, as ethereal as a Taoist hermit.

"who are you?"

The voice was hoarse, like a ghost escaping from the fire.The person who secretly watched Li Xingyun was wearing black clothes, a bamboo hat, a turban wrapped under the hat, and a mask, waving his body without revealing any skin.

The dress is mysterious and eye-catching, mysterious because few people have seen the appearance under the mask, and eye-catching because there is only one person in the world who wears this dress.

Bad handsome who has led bad people for 300 years,

Yuan Tiangang.

"Bad and handsome, you are indeed here. Uncle Yang's test of Li Xingyun is such an important matter, how could you be absent?"

Hu Xiuwu was the only one who could find the Sword House when Li Xingyun, the last bloodline of the Tang Dynasty, was still alive in the world of bad people.

Yuan Tiangang sneered: "Oh, knowing my identity, you still dare to face me."

Hu Xiuwu said helplessly: "If there is a choice, I really don't want to fight against you. But I want to ask the bad guy for something."

"what?"

Yuan Tiangang has already mentioned internal strength secretly, when Hu Xiuwu said Li Xingyun, Yuan Tiangang would not let him leave here.

The insects and birds all around suddenly fell silent, the wind stopped and the forest stopped.

But Hu Xiuwu didn't seem to realize it: "I want the status of bad handsome."

After living for 300 years, it was the first time someone told him that he wanted to replace him, and Yuan Tiangang laughed: "What did you say?"

Hu Xiuwu took out the same mask as Yuan Tiangang:

"I also have a mask, and I also have the power to overwhelm the world, so I am not handsome."

"Well said!" Yuan Tiangang's figure flashed, and he had already arrived in front of Hu Xiuwu, with a silver needle between his fingers,
"Then let me weigh your strength."

(End of this chapter)