Swire First Immortal

Chapter 15 Thank You!I am a good person!

As soon as Elder Wu said this, there was a dead silence.

"what!"

The third sword master trembled in fright, grabbed the lapel of the elder Wu Yu's clothes, and said angrily: "You tell me again?"

"Back to the Sword Lord! The Jiange is about to be disbanded! This group of people have to pack up and leave, and give up this blessed land with green mountains, green waters and caves!" Elder Wu Yu beat his chest, "This is the Qinghun who has won eight swords for a hundred years. The main vein, it’s really hush-hush!"

"You fart!" The third sword master slapped him on the forehead, "That's embarrassing, not embarrassing!"

"Yes, yes, I was wrong." Elder Wu Yu adjusted his clothes, suddenly looked at the Jiange people, and said with a sinister smile: "But...the Jiange wants to disband, there is nothing wrong with it."

"That's really heartbreaking! When they run away with their tails between their legs, I can't burn three sticks of incense on this mountain?"

The third sword master finally couldn't hold back his belly laugh when he said this.

"To commemorate the youth that Jiange will eventually lose?"

"Ha ha!"

The other members of the Eight Swords Club smiled even more when they watched the performance of these two shameless 'childish ghosts'.

But in front of their eyes, everyone in the Jiange looked as if they were in a world of ice and snow, with frosty eyes!
The Eight Swords Society is humiliating them!
But the weakness of Jiange now is a fact again!
The Qinghun Taoist rules are even more iron laws!
So, even if these sarcastic sneers are like a sword piercing into the heart, so what if the reality is like this?
"It's all your fault!"

Qin Tong's eyes were red, and he could no longer hold back the anger in his heart, and cursed at them: "It's because you and the gang of despicable and shameless people from the First Sword Peak colluded with demons in Beihuang, killed the seven sons of Jiange, and forced you Teach Broken Sword, our Jiange will be what it is today! You have no Dao heart in order to seize power! You are the shame of Qinghun!!"

"Shut up! You can eat shit, but you can't talk nonsense. You can openly slander Master Sword and the elders. Believe it or not, you have to go to the Forbidden Sword Prison?" Elder Wu Yu scolded with staring eyes.

"Little Tong!"

Grandpa Qin gave a deep drink.

Even though Qin Tong was extremely unwilling and wronged, she actually knew that it was pointless to argue with this group of people.

Their shamelessness has no bottom line!

How to fight?
"Junior Sister Qin, don't worry."

At this moment, beside the third sword master, a burly young man stepped out!
With sword eyebrows and star eyes, he looks tough and upright.

"Wu Jianyang!" Qin Tong looked at him coldly.

The young man named Wu Jianyang smiled slightly, and said: "I know, the reason you are anxious is just because you are afraid that you will be expelled from Qinghun. It doesn't matter, after Jiange is disbanded, you can come to my Third Sword Peak and be my Taoist companion. Years, and we can send your grandpa to his death together."

"I'll fuck your uncle! You'd better see your father die first!" Cai Maomao couldn't help but roared.

Snatch a woman, snatch him!

The point is, Wu Jianyang has no sincerity at all. If he was sincere, would he still say such things as death?
He is joking!
After Cai Maomao said this, Wu Jianyang took a deep look at him, and suddenly smiled: "Your brother is Cai Qingyun, the seventh son of Jiange, right?"

"That's right, the one who beat you all over the ground three years ago!" Cai Maomao said.

"He is really good, but unfortunately he is a short-lived ghost." Wu Jianyang shrugged and smiled, "To show respect for him, when I went up the mountain just now, I filled the wine glass in front of his grave."

"Wu Jianyang!!"

Cai Maomao's eyes burst open!
The dead are great!
Even the dead are not spared...

Cai Qingyun has always been his role model and sustenance. Even though he has passed away, Cai Maomao still regards his brother as his benchmark.

Wu Jianyang, blaspheme the dead!
Even if the Jiange fell to this point, the seven sons of the Jiange, who killed a demon and died, are still resounding heroes in the eyes of thousands of people!

"You are too deceiving!"

The son of the third sword master, this kind of quality?
The villain is like a ghost!

The third sword peak, from top to bottom, is a shameless villain.

When they came to Jiange today, they had nothing to fear. They wanted to step on the heads of everyone in Jiange and humiliate them!
"Don't worry!"

Seeing that everyone in Jiange had stood up, the third sword master sneered and said, "Don't panic, the first sword master asked me to bring a sentence, as long as you bring the Taoism and sword skills of Jiange, you can take refuge First Sword Peak, First Sword Summit will arrange a place for you, after all, you are all Zhao Xuanran's dowry, right?"

"Don't worry, really don't worry, you change your name and change your identity, you are still our Qinghun Sword Cultivator!" Elder Wu Yu said cheerfully.

"but--"

He looked at the plaque on the gate of Haoran Palace.

"The words 'Long Qi' is just a name, and it won't be used in the future!"

Say it!

With a click, he congealed a mouthful of thick phlegm, and spat it onto the plaque with a whoosh!

Snapped!
The plaque trembled, and it was humiliated through the ages!

"Wu Wu! Wu Yu! Wu Jianyang!"

Grandpa Qin's face was distorted, and countless bloodshot eyes appeared in those cloudy eyes.

The old man clenched his fists tightly, and pushed his granddaughter Qin Tong away, pressing towards the third sword master!
"Grandpa Qin."

At this moment, another hand suddenly grabbed him.

The voice stunned Grandpa Qin for a moment.

"Yun Xiao?"

Everyone in Jiange did not expect that when everyone was so angry that they almost lost their minds, it would be Yun Xiao, who had just started, to hold the sad and angry old man.

Yun Xiao is indeed very calm.

After all, he has just arrived, and although he has received the favor of Jiange, he has never personally experienced these grievances and entanglements.

"After hearing so much, I have a question. Does it mean that as long as there is a sword leader and all disciples participate in the Eight Swords Competition, the Jiange will not need to be disbanded?" Yun Xiao said.

"……Yes!"

Everyone in Jiange felt very sad.

I never dreamed that Jiange once caught a lot of geniuses, but after that upheaval, not a single one was left!
"Does the sword head have any requirements?" Yun Xiao asked sincerely.

"Generally, Shenhai Realm is required, and the age must not exceed 21 years old! However, according to the regulations, Longquan Jingjing is enough!" Grandpa Qin gritted his teeth.

Hearing this, Yun Xiao was slightly relieved.

The situation was like water and fire for a long time, so it turned out that this matter was so easy to solve.

So, he took a step back, pointed to himself, and said with a smile, "Then I can!"

"What can you do?" Grandpa Qin was stunned.

"Longquan fixed state, be the head of the sword." Yun Xiao said.

joke!

He just came to Jiange, and he finally integrated in. This place has been disbanded, isn't it just a waste of effort?
After Yun Xiao finished speaking, Jiange elders and disciples all looked at him in confusion.

"Crap! I'm an idiot!" Cai Maomao slapped his head and was so excited that he was about to cry. He stood beside Yunxiao, pointed at him and said, "I assure you, he can definitely do it!"

I was so angry just now.

Forget Yun Xiao.

This kid killed Wang Feng with three swords, and then killed Elder Yao!
This kind of ruthless person can't be the head of the sword?

"Yun Xiao, is Longquan Dingjing?"

Only now did Grandpa Qin remember that he forgot to ask about Yun Xiao's realm.

In fact, Yun Xiao is the late Longquan.

However, this group of people couldn't see how many claws his Longquan had.

Everything is calculated by combat power!

For a time, new hope ignited in the eyes of everyone in Jiange.

but.

This kind of hope was quickly suppressed by the laughter of Elder Wu Yu on the opposite side.

"He, Longquan Dingjing?"

Elder Wu Yu suppressed his laughter.

"What do you say? Elder Wu?" Wu Jianyang shrugged and smiled.

"I told you yesterday that there was a stunned young man who snatched the first place on the road to heaven from the peerless talent of First Sword Peak, and was thrown into the Jiange... This is the talent in front of you." Elder Wu continued to hold back his laughter. .

"Pfft!" Wu Jianyang laughed dumbly.

"A nest of snakes and rats!" he commented.

I just climbed the road to heaven yesterday, and if I can have the middle stage of Longquan today, then I will burn the incense.

Hearing this, the third sword master didn't bother to tease these people anymore.

His brows became cold, and he waved his hands and said: "Okay, don't struggle! I have already brought you the words of the first sword master, so how to choose is up to you! I just advise you, the Qinghun Taoist regulations were set by the ancestors together , don’t think that I’m just talking. Yesterday, the Seven Great Sword Peaks and Sword Masters gathered together, and this matter has already been determined. If you can’t participate in the Eight Swords Aspirations, the Jiange will be disbanded on the same day!”

"Are you deaf?" Grandpa Qin grabbed Yun Xiao's arm, "My Jiange has a disciple, Jianshou!"

"Are you serious?" the third sword master said gloomyly.

"serious!"

"Okay!" The third sword master sneered, "The Eight Swords Club is a supervisory organization established for the eight swords to win the championship! I am the vice president and have the right to test Jiange disciple Jianshou! My son Wu Jianyang is a member of the Eight Swords Club , just in time for Longquan to settle down!"

"Jianzun means that if I take him down, I can lead my brothers and sisters to represent the Jiange and participate in the battle of Eight Swords?" Yun Xiao confronted this person for the first time.

"Take it?" The third sword master suppressed the laughter in his heart.

This is the son he raised so hard!

Kaiyang level sword soul!

Take it down?

He didn't smile, but Wu Yu, Wu Jianyang, and other people from the Eight Swords Society all laughed behind him.

"Jianzun, you just need to answer, yes or no?" Yun Xiao said.

Sword Master was stunned again.

This disciple of Jiange has such a harsh tone?

He is the third sword master!
"Father! Elder Wu said that he is a rare species of green soul - 'Lengtouqing'. Your lord has a lot, so be more careful and don't get angry with him." Wu Jianyang laughed.

"Definitely!" The third sword master shook his head again and again.

He looked at Elder Wu.

Elder Wu patted his chest and said: "He is in the late stage of Longquan, if he can catch Wu Jianyang's sword, my head will be a chamber pot for you, Master Sword."

The third sword master immediately said to Yun Xiao: "You don't need to defeat my son, as long as you can block his sword, the sword pavilion doesn't need to be disbanded!"

"Thank you Sword Master!"

After Yun Xiao finished speaking, he jumped to one side of the open space.

He looked at Wu Jianyang.

"hey-hey……"

Wu Jianyang was still shaking his head and laughing.

The two stood still.

"Junior Brother Yun..." Qin Tong and the others were extremely nervous, their palms were sweating, and their hearts were beating wildly.

"It's okay, it's okay! Trust Junior Brother Yun!" Cai Maomao took the opportunity to grab her hand tightly.

Qin Tong was too nervous, so he didn't break free this time.

Touching the jade hand, Cai Mao Mao burst into tears, secretly said: "Junior brother Yun, if you win today, senior brother will treat you to real roast chicken tonight!!"

On the clearing!
The sword light in Yun Xiao's eyes surged coldly.

"Senior Brother Wu, can we start?" He asked.

"Hush!" Wu Jianyang put his middle finger on his lips, and sneered, "What are you worthy of calling me senior brother?"

His voice just fell!

Whoosh!
A white shadow broke through the long wind and shot towards him!

clank!

A cyan sword soul suddenly appeared in the white shadow's hand, and the sword soul's aura surged wildly, and nine layers of sword aura condensed into a dense sword glow. When it pierced the air, it made an ear-piercing whistling sound!

"Ok?"

Wu Jianyang frowned, and a red flame sword soul burst out in his hand!
when--! !

The blue and red swords collided instantly, bursting out fiery sparks. When the swords and souls intersected, Wu Jianyang's face, which was still smiling just now, immediately twisted!

That's because, under this sword confrontation, his Kaiyang-level sword soul made a crisp sound, and a cyan blood streak split open!
Soul, hold the sword!
When the sword splits, the soul splits!

"Nine layers of sword gang!!"

Wu Jianyang immediately let out a shrill scream!
This sword fight, even though he has some mana advantage, the sword soul is like a wooden sword meeting an iron sword, and Yun Xiao's sword is chopped off by Yun Xiao!
Wu Jianyang's tiger's mouth shattered!
Yun Xiao turned around suddenly, and swept a sword across Wu Jianyang's mouth!
Tear!

When Wu Jianyang screamed, his mouth was cut twice the size, and it became a bloody mouth!
Broken teeth and the tip of the tongue flew out!

boom!
Yun Xiao's last leg kicked Wu Jianyang between his legs!

A bang!
Snapped!
Wu Jianyang's position was directly sunken in.

At the same time, his face was also swollen purple!

"Wow!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood, flew out, and hung upside down on a green pine tree!

"Wu Jianyang, you won't be able to stop me with a single sword strike. Just you, a piece of rubbish, you really don't deserve the word 'senior brother'."

Yun Xiao smiled under the tree.

"Uh……"

Wu Jianyang's eyeballs almost fell off, his body was congested with blood, his veins were bulging, his limbs kept waving, but his throat seemed to be blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

His mouth is very cheap, Yun Xiao, help him open his mouth!
He likes to sprinkle water everywhere, and Yunxiao helped him widen the waterway!

"You're welcome! I'm a good person." After Yun Xiao finished speaking, he immediately returned to the Jiange crowd, and said to the elders: "It's fair to learn from each other and win by strength, is there anything wrong?"

Everyone in the Jiange was stunned for a long time, and a rush of excitement surged into their hearts!
"No! Gross! Sick!"

"Hahaha!"

It's been three years!
In front of these sluts, they haven't been this happy in three years.

"Wu Jianyang, why did you become a capon?"

Cai Maomao laughed wildly and hugged Yun Xiao!
If it wasn't for the crowd, he would probably give Junior Brother Yun a hard slap in the face!

Today's haze is swept away!
They looked at the third sword master!
I saw that the burly sword master had just reacted until this moment, and his eyes were instantly red.

And Elder Wu Yu next to him is stupid!
"No, no, no..." He said no four times in a row, and tears were about to burst into tears. At this point, his instinctive reaction was to add fuel to the fire.

"Well, you Yunxiao! You actually used the test to blatantly attack the son of Master Jian. You have already committed a capital crime!"

Elder Wu was so angry that he just finished saying this sentence!
suddenly!

A black flying sword came from nowhere, and suddenly burst into his eyes.

"No!"

Elder Wu screamed in despair!
The black flying sword pierced into his mouth!

But not pierced!
Instead, he pulled out his head...

puff puff!

Blood shot!

boom!
The pitch-black flying sword took the head and nailed it to the plaque of 'Long Qi'!

Nailed to the thick phlegm that Elder Wu just spit out!

Black blood splashed down from the plaque.

Elder Wu stared wide-eyed, unwilling to die.

The whole place was silent!

"Uh."

Cai Maomao immediately stood at attention, took a rest, and then said to Yun Xiao, "Stand up straight, Senior Sister Zhao is here..."

(End of this chapter)