Immortality: Starting from meeting the fox girl

Chapter 98 “Although I don’t know where my friend’s master is from, I’d better retreat today.”

Hall Master Li's pupils shrank slightly, then he narrowed his eyes and said coldly:

"You're young, but you're quite familiar with official accents. Who sent you to stir things up? There's no such rule in the world of messing up things without announcing your identity."

The man in white shirt's mouth curved slightly.

"Snapped--"

He unfolded the folding fan in his hand and shook it gently. The fan pendant carved from fat white jade was dazzling in the dim light.

"My master is not here to cause trouble. As long as the hall master obediently hand over the whereabouts of these three swords, this unexpected disaster can be avoided."

"Speaking of which, killing you is just a casual matter. In other words, will the Hall Master feel a sense of accomplishment if he crushes an ant?"

Hall Master Li was extremely angry and laughed:

"Okay, okay, I want to see which family you are from, I don't know how high the world is!"

After the words fell, the expression on Hall Master Li's cheeks suddenly faded and he took a step forward.

"Clang——"

The sword at his waist was held in his hand, his eyes staring coldly at the man.

"If you want to find out the whereabouts of the three swords, you'll need some skill."

Hall Master Li is now at a mature age. Although he does not have the natural talent for swordsmanship like Hua Dianluo, he has practiced inner energy for more than 20 years. With his inner energy training, he is only one step away from the legendary martial arts prodigy. He can be stationed in Shangjing with his feet, but how can he not have real skills in his hands?

A hint of sadness flashed between the man's brows:

"Thousands of years ago, the Emei Sword Sect also stood tall in this world. As time has passed, the Sword Sect can no longer be said to be lonely. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as the collapse of its orthodoxy."

"Imagine that you are also the master of the sword sect, but you are an ordinary person who has not even reached the first level. These three swords fell into your hands. It is really a waste of natural resources."

After the words fell, everyone in the Emei Sword Sect present looked at the man in white clothes with blank faces, and they were confused.

What state? What is that realm? Above innateness?

Only Hua Dianluo, who was standing silently next to Lu Chenran, seemed to understand the words of the man in white shirt. After spending time with Brother Lu, she had heard about this 'situation'.

A bad premonition suddenly occurred in her heart. These visitors were by no means ordinary people from the world.

A Sword Sect disciple next to Hall Master Li could no longer bear it any longer. He held a long sword and took the lead, shouting:

"You're so nagging, I, the Emei Sword Sect, need you to evaluate me?"

"Fuck grandma, die for me!"

After finishing his words, he rushed forward, his long sword trembling continuously, and stabbed towards the man in white shirt.

The man in the white shirt did not avoid it. He raised his hand, palm forward, and the back of his hand was facing the Emei disciple standing behind him, and said softly:

"slow."

The entire Autumn Drunken Building suddenly froze at this moment.

The long sword that had beheaded countless people in the world was only halfway out of its sheath before it became silent, and then was pushed back into its sheath inch by inch by an invisible force.

The Emei disciple's face suddenly turned pale, and then he vomited out a large mouthful of blood and passed out on the floor, making a heavy sound.

Hall Master Li froze on the spot, staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

Has he ever seen such a weird method before? The palm holding the long sword trembled slightly, as if he had seen a ghost in the day, and his voice was hoarse:

"who are you?"

The man in white shirt smiled faintly and said:

"Tianshui Mountain, Xu Wudao."

There was silence in the venue, and the only thing that could be heard was the heavy breathing of everyone, whether it was shock or fear.

Tianshui Mountain?

What kind of Jianghu force is this? Is there such a sect in Dazhou? When did this sect appear?

Hall Master Li is not stupid, but the current situation has indeed forced him into a dilemma.

retreat? Tell me the whereabouts of the three swords? If you give in to such a person who doesn't know the details, you won't be able to raise your head in the circles of Shangjing from now on.

But if you don't retreat and fight to the end, what are your chances of winning?

Hall Master Li's pupils changed, and he finally decided to give it a try. He didn't believe that this Xu Wudao could kill people in Jinling and then leave like this.

He took a deep breath, and then shouted:

"Get this guy!"

In the field, many Emei disciples looked at each other and then moved!

The next moment, dozens of disciples swarmed forward with long swords in their hands, vowing to cut Xu Wudao into several pieces.

If an ordinary warrior saw the siege of dozens of acquired warriors, even if he was an innate warrior, he would probably not be able to escape death, and he would hate it.

However, this man in white shirt is not an ordinary warrior, nor is he in the so-called innate realm.

Xu Wudao shook his head gently and said softly:

"I'm here to see you this time. I really don't want to cause trouble. But if I say this, you guys won't believe me. Maybe you think I'm scared."

Xu Wudao slowly stretched out his hand, and then pressed it slightly on the void.

In an instant!

The entire hall was filled with sword energy.

There was no sign of this, and no one even noticed the internal energy flowing in Xu Wudao's body. It seemed that he poured out so much sword energy just by pressing it casually.

This sword energy presses people but doesn't hurt them. It's like hundreds of sharp swords. They don't cut you with their blades and stab you. They just press on you, and their weight is enough to completely crush you.

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

In an instant, the faces of dozens of disciples turned pale and their bodies were shaky.

Then he suddenly spit out the blood in his mouth and fell to his knees on the ground.

Including Hall Master Li, all the Emei disciples felt a cold sweat running down their backs, and they couldn't think of any resistance in their hearts.

"Pfft-"

As one of them spit out a mouthful of blood.

slam-la-

In this restaurant, a piece of it fell.

Xu Wudao still maintained the downward movement of his palms and said to himself:

"You guys must still think that I'm going too far."

"Actually, I don't want to be like this. Although more than one person has told me that I should kill people like you with a sword and treat them like ants, I still take some chances and feel that if I treat people with sincerity, I will naturally treat them like ants. If someone treats me with sincerity, even if it is just one person, this sincerity is not in vain."

"So I didn't go directly to the Emei Sword Sect, but quietly came to Jinling, Shangjing, to secretly make some friendship with everyone here, and ask where the sword used by Senior Xi Qingyi was."

"In return, when you encounter difficulties in the future, please help each other out. At the worst, you can have a smile on your face when you meet. After all, you should be kind to others when you are away from home."

Xu Wudao paused for a moment, then smiled gently:

"But those people guarding the door didn't seem to want to be nice to me, so they took action with a sword."

"I just thought, even if I become an uninvited guest, it won't lead to death, right?"

There was silence, no one answered.

Xu Wudao smiled lightly and said:

"To put it bluntly, people are all the same."

"No matter what their cultivation level is, they are all the same kind of people. They compete with each other."

"thump--"

came with a sound.

Hall Master Li knelt on the ground. His whole body was like a drowning person who had been rescued from the shore, breathing heavily.

Xu Wudao glanced towards the hall and said softly:

"Well, that's right. If you can't hold on, just fall down. It's better than holding on."

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After his words fell, Hua Dianluo also knelt down on the ground.

The hands holding the sword were trembling, and his eyes were staring blankly at the young man in white.

My mind went blank.

She was shaking, she could feel it, her hands were shaking with fear.

'Ants? '

Is he who is known as the number one swordsman of the younger generation just an ant in their eyes?

At this moment, in the entire restaurant, except for Lu Chenran who was sitting silently in the corner, all the Emei disciples fell to the ground.

Xu Wudao never glanced at the man sitting on the chair. In his opinion, this man might have collapsed on the chair. He slowly put away his palms, and then a piercing look flashed in his eyes:

"The great monks of the three realms have not been able to kill me."

"You bunch of chickens and tile-dogs are worthy enough to talk about 'taking' with me?!"

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Hall Master Li immediately covered his chest, his face turned pale, like a piece of poorly made rice paper.

corner.

Lu Chenran sat silently on the chair and looked at the man in white shirt calmly.

In his mental observation, this man named Xu Wudao was surrounded by a thick layer of spiritual energy. The density of the spiritual energy was far greater than that of 'Wang Yun' who had reached the first level of enlightenment.

It was also at this moment that he finally realized what the meaningful words of Taoist Jishui meant.

'Did the Imperial Master have long expected that the Emei Sword Sect would be in trouble today, so that's why it appeared here? '

Are there really monks in this world? I have never seen this before during my journey.

The water dragon roar slowly floated behind him, and there was a faint aura lingering around him.

Lu Chenran's mouth showed a bitter smile.

If you think about the affection of this 'Water Dragon Song', you should take action to protect these people of the Emei Sword Sect.

'I really don't stop wherever I go.'

After Xu Wudao saw everyone kneeling on the ground, he waved his sleeves and collected the sword energy in the hall.

He slowly approached Hall Master Li, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and said calmly:

"Can I ask now?"

"Where are those three swords?"

Hall Master Li gritted his teeth tightly and raised his head:

"do not know."

Shuilongyin had already been given to the Li Mansion in Jinling, and Yu Shangfang still placed it on Evergreen Peak, and the piece of thought was parted in Hua Dianluo's hands. No matter which piece of news it was, it could never be revealed easily.

If this group of people got into trouble with the Prince's Mansion or the Hua Family, even ten of them wouldn't be able to lose their heads.

Xu Wudao sighed and stood up slowly.

Then he pulled out a sword from the scabbard on his waist, put it on Hall Master Li's neck, and said calmly:

"I will give you three more breaths. This is the hall master's last chance."

"Even if it is not for myself, I still hope that the hall master will consider the lives of all the disciples present."

Hall Master Li tightly closed his eyes.

"one."

"two."

Xu Wudao shook his head, looked at him with pity in his pupils, and then said softly:

"Why bother?"

The sunset is soft.

The candle swayed slightly, and the flames flickered out.

It started to rain outside the window, pattering.

A touch of fragrance followed, like cinnamon.

Then, a faint voice sounded softly in the hall:

“Although I don’t know where my friend’s master is from, I’d better retreat today.”

Xu Wudao seemed to be aware of it. He raised his head suddenly and looked at everything around him.

Under his gaze, in the corner of the hall, a figure stood up slowly, with a gentle face and a helpless smile.

Xu Wudao subconsciously took a step back, and then his pupils froze.

He couldn't see through this person.

There was no aura around him, and he couldn't even see the slightest trace of Taoism. He just stood there, like an ordinary gentleman.

Xu Wudao's pupils narrowed and he said calmly:

"who are you?"

"I'm Lu Chenran."

"Give me a reason."

This gentleman seemed not to have heard his words. He walked forward, squatted down, and helped Hua Dianluo up. In front of him, he helped Hall Master Li who was kneeling on the ground. rise.

Then, he slowly raised his head, looked at him calmly, and said softly:

"Shuilongyin was given to Lu by a friend. Thinking of the affection of this sword, Lu protected the Emei disciples in the hall."

Xu Wudao narrowed his eyes slightly and kept looking at this gentleman, trying to see whether this man was bluffing or if he was really capable.

However, no matter how much he looked around, he could not feel the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy from his body.

Xu Wudao couldn't grasp the depth of the person in front of him for a while, so he took a deep breath and said:

"Mr. Lu, don't you think you are a bit overbearing? If you say you will protect these people, then you will protect these people. At least, you must give Xu an explanation."

The copper lamp spits out its tongue of fire quietly, the candle flame is extinguished clearly, the setting sun has gradually lowered, and the place is dim.

"Senior brother, why waste your time with this pretender?"

The man in gray shirt behind Xu Wudao said in a stiff tone:

"This man said that the water dragon was on his body, so he just grabbed it."

After finishing his words, he stepped forward, his spiritual energy rolling endlessly, and there was a faint sword energy surrounding him.

Lu Chenran glanced at him, and the moment he stepped forward with his sword, he stretched out his hand and tapped it lightly from the void.

The title page of the golden book in my mind floated slowly, and then the page belonging to "Sleeping Technique" appeared.

A faint spiritual light condensed from his fingertips, and a drop of nectar fell out of thin air on the forehead of the man in gray.

next moment.

The face of the man in gray changed slightly, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly stagnated in an instant.

Then, his eyes closed uncontrollably, and a thick sleepiness came unstoppably.

"Bang--"

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground.

The man in gray clothes fell to the ground, snoring immediately.

"Whoosh-"

Xu Wudao's pupils shrank suddenly and he took a few steps back, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

He didn't feel the slightest movement of spiritual energy from this gentleman's body. That drop of nectar just came out of thin air, and the junior brother fell like this?

Who is this person?

"Clang——"

Seeing the man in gray instantly fall to the ground, everyone behind Xu Wudao suddenly felt frightened. They subconsciously pulled out their swords, took a step back, and looked at the man in front of them solemnly.

Lu Chenran didn't say anything, he just continued walking in the hall, slowly lifting up the Emei disciple who fell on the ground.

Then he slowly sat on the chair and looked at the people holding swords calmly.

The lights in the hall were dim, a round of moonlight was shining in it, and eleven shining swords were shining.

He spontaneously pulled out a gold pen and drew a shallow stroke on the void in this restaurant.

A gleam of light bloomed in the hall.

Lu Chenran looked at Xu Wudao and said warmly:

"Fellow Daoist Xu, can we talk now?"

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Xu Wudao's expression became increasingly gloomy and unclear.

(End of this chapter)