Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 106 Master?

The hunchbacked old man looked at him and said with a smile: "When the Qingming comes in April, we Jiuxiao will prepare a competition, and it will be in the Bailucheng C ring. Young master, please remember to reward us."

"Is the reward the same as today?"

Li Yunsheng is very practical.

"You must like the reward." The hunchbacked old man said with a mysterious smile:

"Three thousand soul flints, and a rare cloud talisman."

The soul fire stone, Li Yunsheng, has not figured it out yet, so let's not talk about it, but this Yunlu is very attractive to any talisman master, let alone Li Yunsheng.

"If I'm free that day, I'll definitely come!"

Li Yunsheng nodded.

"Little brother, where are you? Have you been to Bailu Academy, come and save your senior sister!"

Just a few steps to the east, Li Yunsheng's voice appeared in Li Yunsheng's mind.

"In the illusory realm, can you also transmit sound to me?"

He asked in surprise as he walked.

"Of course you can. Your Zixu stone is specially made by my Yan family. Oh, don't ask so many questions. Come quickly, your senior sister, I'm going to be annoyed to death by these people!"

Not knowing what trouble Sang Xiaoman caused, Li Yunsheng had no choice but to hurry to Bailu Academy.

Not long after Li Yunsheng left, the crowd beside the ring burst into exclamations again.

I saw the hunchbacked old man handing a large bag of soul flints to a little girl who seemed a little panicked.

"Congratulations to this lady, please take good care of the 3000 yuan soul flint."

Not to mention the little girl, even the hunchbacked old man was a little surprised. He didn't expect that someone actually crushed Li Bai.

Carrying the heavy bag of Soul Flint, the little girl's face was hot from all the attention, but her eyes were still arrogant and stubborn.

"Little girl, are you alone?"

Someone asked tentatively.

The hunchbacked old man at the side gave the man a cold look, but did not stop him.

"So what?"

The little girl snorted coldly.

This obviously inexperienced answer moved many people present. Three thousand soul flints are a lot of wealth in the illusory world.

"Yo, you have quite a temper."

A sloppy young cultivator walked out with a smirk on his face.

"How about this, three thousand soul flints, you leave the rest for me, and I will keep you safe all the way, how about it?"

The young man smirked.

This was simply stealing. Although some people couldn't see it, they immediately fell silent when they saw the size C waistband hanging on the young man's waist.

"Don't think about it!"

The little girl raised her head and sneered like a proud little swan.

"No? Although you can't kill people here, uncle, I can make your life worse than death."

The young cultivator's face turned cold, and he smiled evilly and stretched out his hand to grab the little girl's neck.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he was shocked to find that the hand he was holding on to the little girl's neck suddenly... disappeared!
He looked down and saw that his arm had been chopped off at the shoulder and fell to the ground.

He wanted to escape vigilantly, but his head was pinned down by a withered hand, unable to move.

"The old servant is late, and I hope the lady will forgive me."

I saw an old man with thinning hair appearing in front of the little girl out of nowhere.

With the appearance of this old man, the air at the scene seemed to be condensed, and a breathtaking coercion swallowed everyone bit by bit. Everyone stood there in shock, as if they had been immobilized. I couldn't move there, let alone move, and I didn't even dare to take a breath.

The old man moved his hand away from the young cultivator's head, and wanted to lead the little girl, but the little girl avoided it and said:
"I told you I'm so old, I don't need you to hold me!"

"Then let me get it for you."

"Need not!"

Seeing the pair of master and servant leave, everyone heaved a sigh of relief as if they had been forgiven. The coercion emanating from the bald old man just now made them breathless.

Seeing the tone of the little girl talking to the old man, the group of people couldn't help but sweat again. The old man's strength is so shocking, but he is just a servant. What is the origin of this little girl? !

But just when they breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man stopped suddenly, as if remembering something, he slapped his head and said, "I have a good memory."

After speaking, he took out a piece of talisman paper from his sleeve pocket, and threw it lightly behind him.

The group of onlookers just behind them didn't even let out their screams before being swallowed by a cloud of sword light, leaving only pieces of meat on the ground.

As soon as the two walked away so lightly, the originally bustling arena area was completely silent now, only the old man with a hunchback was left, looking at the mess all over the floor with some headaches.

"Old Yu, this, this, what should I do?"

Some of Jiuxiao's subordinates rushed over to inquire, and looked at the tragedy in front of them in horror.

"Clean it up, and we will welcome guests tomorrow. If anyone asks, they will say that it was made by the Nangong family in Kunlun Mansion."

After finishing speaking, the hunchbacked old man ignored those people, glanced at his bloody right arm, and sighed: "This old ghost has become stronger again, and now he can't even stop him with a talisman."

Besides, Li Yunsheng, after searching for a while, finally found the Bailu Academy that Sang Xiaoman was talking about.

But as soon as he entered Bailu Academy, Li Yunsheng felt that something was wrong. For some reason, the three inner and outer floors of Bailu Academy were full of people.

"I'm here, where are you?"

Unable to find Sang Xiaoman, Li Yunsheng tried to transmit sound into the secret path.

Unexpectedly, it really succeeded, only to hear Sang Xiaoman shouted happily: "I am here, here, you, you all step aside, let my master come in!"

"Master?"

Just when Li Yunsheng was wondering what Sang Xiaoman was up to, he saw a pretty girl in the crowd standing on tiptoe and stretching out her hand: "Master Yunsheng, Master Yunsheng, have you seen me? I am Xiaoman ah!"

"You, you are Sang Xiaoman?!"

Although the appearance of the girl in front of him was comparable to that of Sang Xiaoman, but her appearance was completely different from Sang Xiaoman's, Li Yunsheng couldn't help feeling a little puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

"Fool, it's me, Sang Xiaoman, everyone's face in the illusory realm is different from reality! Eh... Junior brother, you look so pretty now!"

Hearing the familiar voice in his mind and the out of tune tone, Li Yunsheng was sure that the pretty girl in the yellow shirt among the crowd was undoubtedly Sang Xiaoman.

"Why do you say that I am your master?"

While pushing through the crowd, Li Yunsheng expressed his second doubt.

"Because..." Sang Xiaoman said with some embarrassment: "Because that little slut Lin Shuying, when my name was written in the list of rotten Kebang, took my appearance in the illusory realm to auction in the illusory realm. , now anyone who likes to play chess will know what I look like."

"What does this have to do with you calling me Master?"

"I was recognized in Bailu Academy just now. These nerds were clamoring for me to play chess with them. They blocked me and refused to let me go. I was annoyed by the noise. If you were not careful, you would help me." I told you about playing chess... but I didn't tell you your real name, only that you are my master."

Sang Xiaoman said that he thought Li Yunsheng would be angry, but he just let out a calm voice.

In fact, Li Yunsheng never cared about helping Sang Xiaoman play chess. He never thought about Sang Xiaoman confessing himself, nor did he think about Sang Xiaoman using himself to win chess.

First of all, he is very clear that Sang Xiaoman is not such a person. Most of her original intentions in doing things are for fun. Although sometimes it makes Li Yunsheng a little dizzy, but what I have to admit is that Li Yunsheng is happy every time with Sang Xiaoman .

Secondly, playing chess itself, Li Yunsheng never regarded it as a great thing. For him, playing chess was just a small game to pass the time with his father after dinner.

"Are you Sang Xiaoman's master who hides in secret?"

Just as Sang Xiaoman was explaining, a middle-aged man with a square face and a moustache stood up, looked at Li Yunsheng with disdain and said.

(End of this chapter)