Reborn Killer Supreme

Chapter 758 Recasting the Happy Sword (1)

When Shangguan Xiaoyao woke up from the hangover, what he saw was the dazzling sunlight.

Only then did I realize that the sun had already risen three poles, and everyone was lying on the messy wine table unconscious.

Last night, when the atmosphere was at its strongest, everyone wanted to taste Feng Bamian's strong wine from the God Realm. In desperation, Shangguan Xiaoyao was also taken to drink the second cup that caused him a psychological shadow. The white of the eyes is unconscious.

"Damn it, Feng Bamian's wine doesn't seem like something people can drink." Shangguan Xiaoyao held his forehead and stumbled towards the stairs.

When he reached the stairs, Shangguan Xiaoyao staggered and almost fell off the steps.

"Master Xiaoyao, be careful." It was at this time that Xiao Ba supported Shangguan Xiaoyao from below in three or two steps, and the wind on his body blew away some of the drunkenness.

Shangguan Xiaoyao patted Xiao Ba on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need help.

"Master Xiaoyao, drinking some crude tea can relieve your headache." Shangguan Xiaoyao sat down by the window on the second floor, looking down at the long street with few people in the early morning, the hangover has gradually dissipated.

After receiving a bowl of crude tea brewed by Xiao Ba, Shangguan Xiaoyao hugged the lukewarm tea bowl, but felt the wind of autumn.

"Xiaoba, autumn is coming." The misty tea mist concealed Shangguan Xiaoyao's face, and the words in his mouth did not sound like someone who just woke up from a hangover.

There was a soft sound of going downstairs from the third floor, followed by bursts of aroma from the side.

Shangguan Xiaoyao stretched out his hand, and the slightly cool temperature spread into the palm of his hand.

"Zhiyao, are you willing to go to this place?" Putting down the tea bowl that had already been drunk, Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes were still looking out of the window, and bursts of girlish fragrance wafted from the thin body leaning on his shoulders.

Yin Zhiyao stroked her hair, and leaned on her lover's side with peace of mind: "I don't want to give up, this is the land where I was born and raised; but if you want to go up, Zhiyao should follow."

"Actually, I'm a little nervous. Your father is waiting for me up there. I heard that you have met?" The long gaze returned to the steaming thick bowl in front of the table. A layer of uneven brown enamel was applied to the rim of the bowl.

There was an aggressive sound on the table, and then there was a frivolous smile on his lips again: "Where do you guys want to go when you are sober?"

The young figures who walked down the stairs silently behind them paused for a moment, and the sound of light and heavy footsteps filled the wooden boards: "I thought you two didn't like outsiders, and you just went back to pack your luggage."

Shangguan Xiaoyao couldn't help turning around, looking at the group of unkempt guys behind him.

At this time, those guys who already possessed supernatural powers still had the frivolous appearance of their teenagers. They all looked at Shangguan Xiaoyao and Yin Zhiyao with frivolous expressions, and they knew what they were thinking at a glance.

"Forget it, if you want to come to me, I'm here." He understood the trace of reluctance that also existed under that frivolous expression, and then turned around and stopped looking at them.

Accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps fading away again, there were only two people left on the second floor.

……

"I'm old, I can't accept it anymore."

A smell of blood and prehistoric dust permeated around him, waking up Shangguan Xiaoyao who was sleeping on the table.

Looking at it first, it was a brocade robe with a blue background and a gold border, but there were pieces of dragon scales looming in the gaps between the skirts. Along with the dull breathing, Shangguan Xiaoyao's slightly bewildered eyes saw the big mouth and long legs full of blood. Long beard.

"Ying Si Gong, what's wrong with you?! This mouth is full of blood!"

The dragon's blood dripped slowly on the table, and the solidified majesty aroused bursts of corroding chirps on the table.

"When I was going downstairs, my feet were unsteady and I fell to the ground." Mr. Ying covered his mouth and wiped gently, and the blood that kept flowing out disappeared in a blink of an eye. "Young Master Xiaoyao, when you go to the God Realm, you may meet the real ancestors of the Dragon Clan. At that time, this dragon scale may give you some help."

A golden dragon scale appeared in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao's body, the radiance was simple and scorching like that of the current dragon.

"This is the only memento of my old body, and I leave it to you." The voice dissipated, and Ying Sigong, who was already invisible, disappeared from Shangguan Xiaoyao's eyes in an instant.

Shangguan Xiaoyao was holding the golden dragon scale, and the palm-sized mirror shone on Shangguan Xiaoyao's slightly messy face. The swelling accompanied by hangover could not be avoided even if it was the body of a god.

"Huh? Mr. Ying has already left?" Shangguan Xiaoyao, who was so focused on the dragon scale in his hand, didn't even notice that another person was sitting beside him. "Zhiyao, come here."

The only one who could take Yin Zhiyao away from Shangguan Xiaoyao was Tianyin Shengzun Yin Fuhuang. At this moment, Shangguan Xiaoyao was sitting alone in front of the window, and the cool autumn wind in the morning brought a few dead leaves to the table.

Shangguan Xiaoyao just glanced over, and a white flame was ignited on the table, and those few leaves started to burn by themselves.

The creaking sound of wooden boards came from behind, and Feng Bamian's heavy figure was reflected in Shangguan Xiaoyao's mind, and then the familiar voice came to Shangguan Xiaoyao's ears: "You boy want to put my mountain and sea Have you given me some?"

Then the white flame dissipated like this, and the intact leaves on the wooden table in front of Shangguan Xiaoyao turned into dust in the gentle wind of Shangguan Xiaoyao, and drifted away again.

"How can it be?" Shangguan Xiaoyao leaned his elbows on the table, sitting there wantonly looking at Feng Bamian who was walking down leisurely. "Shopkeeper Feng, this meal last night probably made you lose all your money?"

"You want me to lose my family fortune? Just because you guys are almost in trouble." Feng Bamian lowered his eyelids, and sat down next to Shangguan Xiaoyao with his hands in his sleeves. "Those great emperors above were about to drink as soon as they got up, and they poured down the rest of the God Realm wine in one gulp."

"Hahaha, they are indeed like this, it's okay, the Lord Tianchan is still watching them from above." Shangguan Xiaoyao raised his head, a pillow was born out of thin air on the back of his head, and he half-lyed on the table.

"Xiaoyao, do you still need to recast your sword?"

"What?" Shangguan Xiaoyao, who just felt a little comfortable, suddenly stood up and stared at Feng Bamian. "But the materials for the Xiaoyao Sword are gone on this continent, how to recast it?"

Feng Bamian left the table again, beckoning Shangguan Xiaoyao to follow.

"Xiaoyao, where are you going?" Yin Zhiyao, who was discussing something with Tianyin Shengzun, stood up suddenly, and called Shangguan Xiaoyao who was about to leave with Feng Bamian.

"Shopkeeper Feng is going to be a money-spreading boy again, and I'll be back later." Shangguan Xiaoyao patted Yin Zhiyao on the shoulder, and followed Feng Bamian down the stairs.

Feng Bamian, who was walking in front, walked to the first floor but didn't go to the street. He led Shangguan Xiaoyao to the backyard.

"Speaking of which, I have never been to this place before?" Shangguan Xiaoyao followed into the brightly lit courtyard, Feng Bamian stood in the middle of the bluestone slabs and never moved his footsteps. "Feng Bamian? What's here?"

The two of them just stood there blankly, and Shangguan Xiaoyao could only wait in place when he saw this.

"Xiaoyao, what's down here!" Yin Zhiyao poked her head out from the second floor, looking at the backs of Shangguan Xiaoyao and Feng Bamian.

Shangguan Xiaoyao turned around and noticed that the emperors on the third floor, Tianchan and Zhenlong had all recovered, and looked at them both curiously.

"Feng Bamian, how long will you have?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was a little impatient, staring at Feng Bamian and shouted.

"I'll get it done soon, Xiaoyao boy, don't be in a hurry." Feng Bamian finally opened his mouth under Shangguan Xiaoyao's repeated urging, waved Shangguan Xiaoyao's hand and stopped talking.

A gust of wind blew across Shangguan Xiaoyao's face, and only then did he realize that a north-south wind was blowing in the room with high walls.

Shangguan Xiaoyao felt that something was about to fall from the sky, so he couldn't help shouting at Feng Bamian again: "Old Feng! Something is falling from the sky!"

Indeed, not only Shangguan Xiaoyao noticed it at this time, but everyone upstairs also noticed it.The tea in the teacup held by the True Dragon Lord was shaking non-stop, and Shangguan Xiaoyao felt a chill on his head downstairs.

"Be careful above, I'm still below!" With a touch of the top of his head, Shangguan Xiaoyao knew that the people upstairs were shaking violently.

At this time, the bluestone floor had already begun to gradually crack and crumble, Shangguan Xiaoyao pointed down calmly, and the trembling was forcibly suppressed immediately.

"Xiaoyao! Fly up and catch the things that fall from above!" Feng Bamian suddenly shouted, his body suddenly aroused the same godly strength as Shangguan Xiaoyao.

"What will come down from the sky?" Shangguan Xiaoyao was very puzzled, but still flew towards the sky. "My God! Feng Bamian, is this something you summoned?!"

In the sky, the originally small spot of light in Shangguan Xiaoyao's field of vision has now turned into a gigantic fireball, flying straight towards Shanhaiju.

"I haven't done this kind of thing for many years. It seems that the thing I summoned is too big!" Feng Bamian looked up at Shangguan Xiaoyao with a slightly apologetic face, but the supply of Yuanli did not stop at all. "Xiaoyao, you must be able to catch it, right? I chose according to the strength of the ninth level of the Holy Realm."

However, the continuously stretched veins on Shangguan Xiaoyao's face exposed the situation: "Feng Bamian! The soul master battle has become my godhead now! I don't have the ability to make such a big thing right now. ! Handu’s defensive circle doesn’t have this ability either!”

All in all, Shangguan Xiaoyao's hands are still drawing magic circles in the air, and the more and more pure energy is gradually condensing into a large net, which is intercepting Shangguan Xiaoyao's front.

"Should we go now..." Xia Feimu stood next to Emperor Nine Suns, the teacup in his hand had already dropped to the ground.

(End of this chapter)