Talisman Emperor

On the mountain peak, the guard wind and Chen Xi confronted each other.

“Tai Yi Xuan Golden Sword, the finest on the ground, sacrifice your magic treasure, or you won't even have a chance to struggle.” The swordsman in the hands of the guard wind swordsman, the sword cringed clear, the golden stripes of the sword body rolled over, sharply forced.

Chen Xiao smiled, took out the sword and carried it in his hand.

“That's it, fight me too? Finally, give you a chance to hand over the treasure before you die.” The guard took a look at the sword in Chen Xi's hand, and there was a glimmer in his heart again.

In his eyes, Chen Xi's swords were all black and dull, like a firecracker that had just been pulled out of the stove, nothing special but the appearance of a sword.

“Brother Feng, this guy obviously can't shed tears without seeing the coffin. You talk to him so much, he also plays the cattle piano.” Zhong Liao said that his fat face was full of impatience.

Chen Xiao was motionless and ignored.

The guard wind could not help but grunt: “If you leave it to die, then you can't blame me. Look at the trick! ”

The voice has just fallen and the cold is shining!

There is no way to describe this passing cold light, as if the viper, who has been lurking in the dark, suddenly brightened his fangs, less than a tenth of a second before it disappeared, as if it had never happened.

The next moment, however, a swordsman appeared empty-handed in front of the wind's throat, and the quiet tip of the sword swallowed a sharp, cold sword, an inch away from the wind's neck, as if it were a yardstick.

The guard's expression was stunned, holding the sword, and he dared not move. On his laryngeal skin, a layer of goosebumps appeared and, at the throat junction, a drop of bright red and delicate blood beads appeared.

Bean-sized sweat grains rolled down from the cheeks, the guard wind was stiff, without the air and hair just now, full of horror and cold.

He could clearly feel how sharp an inch of sword was in front of his throat, like a sickle in the hand of a reaper, moving gently to take his life.

He dared not move so slightly that his instincts told him that with a little movement, this dark, mute sword would not hesitate to pierce his neck.

When he remembered that moment, his voice had just fallen, and the sword was almost as precise as a lightning bolt against his throat, he could not contain a great fear in his heart.

He knew that not to speak of a firecracker, but a leaf, that it would come out at such a speed that it would kill itself instantly.

“I… admit to losing.” The sound of the guard wind was dull and dry, and instead of hearing the slightest disdain and arrogance, a panic erupted.

The swordsman disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The heart of the guard wind hung in his voice finally put it back in his stomach, which made it difficult to swallow water, you know, the tip of the sword pressed the throat, he didn't even dare to do this action.

At this moment, there is only one thought in his mind, and this man cannot be provoked!

“Brother Wei Feng, you...” Zhong Liao stared at the scene and rubbed his tiny eyes again, looking unbelievable.

Chen Xiao's sword was too fast to divide victory and loss in an instant. He had exceeded any imagination. He couldn't believe that a guy from the early days of Jindan could actually show such a fast sword.

“How is that possible? Brother Wei Feng is the late Golden Dan.” Zhong Liao muttered to himself, and when he saw Chen Xi's gaze at himself, he couldn't help but pop and stare at him.

“Where am I? ”

“Yanxia Mountains. ”

“What's the name of the nearest city pool? ”

“Qingzhou. ”

“Why are you here? ”

“With Brother Zhong, I was going to Qingzhou to participate in the Golden Pool Convention, but found this Yanxia Mountains, raised a huge heavenly and earth vision, thought a treasure had been born, searched for three days and three nights before turning here. ”

“Golden Pool Games? ”

“Yeah, every hundred years, Qingzhou hosts the Golden Pool Convention, only Brother Jindan under the age of thirty can participate, it is an event in Qingzhou and the whole Middle Original practice, when many young generation of Jindan Johnson will participate. ”

“Seems like a star convention? ”

“Daoyou... ah no, seniors don't know something, this Golden Pool Games is for the Star Games. In previous years of the Golden Pool Games, as long as we can win a hundred consecutive Brothers, 80% hope to enter the top 100 of the Star Games. So the young Toshihiko also used the Golden Pool Games as sharpening stones to predict their ranking at the Star Games. ”

“Oh, I see. How many masters do you take part in? ”

“A lot, a lot, not just our Nakahara region, even the monks of Beibang and Donghai have a lot of admiration. However, like some of the top experts, such as Yunhe's Qingxiu Clothes, Tianxiang's Zhao Qinghe, Ruiwang Mansion's Wangfu Changtian, etc. For them, the top ten players must have their own seats, so it is not very important to participate in the Golden Pool Games. ”

“Wang Fu Changtian? What does he have to do with Wang Fu Chongming? ”

“Wang Fu Changtian is his brother, this person is extremely talented, brave, overbearing, powerful, otherwise it is impossible to sit flat with Qing Xiuyu and Zhao Qinghe Ping. ”

Wei Feng and Zhong Liao stood respectfully, like a good couple of babies, ignorant of Chen Xi's problems, indefinite words, no resentment in their hearts, even a little bit of happiness and gratitude.

The reason is simple: Chen Xiao did not kill them and promised to let them go after asking questions.

This is the gospel of heaven to them. You know that killing and treasure grabbing in the practice often happens. Like Chen Xiao, you can ignore the unpredictability and let go of their monks. It is like the horn of Phoenix. How dare they have a little resentment and dissatisfaction?

“Zhao Qinghe, is that the dirty old disciple of the day?” Chen Xi's mind glistened and remembered the dirty old ways of taking away the ancient gods and the harsh youth beside him. He heard clearly that Dirty Old Dao called his apprentice “Qinghe”.

He had heard Dirty Old Dao say that Zhao Qinghe's strong enough to be in the top 10 of the group congress, but trying to compete for the top three is also dangerous. It is said that because of this extraordinary congress, many hidden old monsters have ordered their apprentices to be born and participate in the congress. In this way, if you add such characters as Ching Xiu Yu and Wang Fu Changtian, you really are as good as the cloud at this Star Convention!

“Senior, can we leave now?” Chen Xi was caught up in a long meditation, and the guard wind grew more and more calm. He asked with great courage.

“Oh, come on, I'm with you.” Chen Xiqing woke up and said.

“Ah?” Wei Feng and Zhong Liao looked at each other and saw the anxiety in each other's eyes, thinking that Chen Xi had repented again, intending to kill himself on the road.

“Ah what, my master and you are lucky to be traveling together, a pair of fools with no eyes.” Mukyu cursed loudly.

“Are you also going to Qingzhou to attend the Golden Pool Games?” The guard wind is not silly, just a short thought, implicitly guessing Chen Xi's heart, but he still needs to be sure in case there are any variables.

“Golden scale is something in the pool. When you encounter the wind and clouds, the dragon will be turned into a dragon. The name will be very bold. Of course, I won't miss this event.” Chen Xi nodded.

“With the strength of his predecessors, attending the Golden Pool Games will surely easily win a hundred consecutive victories. One jump to the Dragon Gate and the world will be shocked.” The wind completely relieved me and didn't forget to kiss my ass.

“Exactly, such means as seniors, are absolutely shocking, unprecedented and unprecedented, trying to win hundreds of consecutive victories, is also captured, no one can compare.” Zhong Liao smiled and hurried to send a pretty loud ass.

“Come on, I'm not sure you'll make it out of the Yanxia Mountains alive.” Chen Xi swept the eyes of the two of them and said softly.

The two spirits shook a chill and dared not to do anything with enthusiasm. The fire broke out and opened the way ahead. They have seen that Chen Xiao is not a young and desirable traveling disciple, it is not rare to kiss his own ass... Qingzhou City is 30,000 miles from the Yanxia Mountains, but for these Kindan brothers Chen Xi, this is only a tea time.

Along the way, Chen Xiao saw many monks rushing to Qingzhou. There were men and women, but their appearance was extremely young, and their appearance burst out, or they drove the light, or they drove Fabao, or they rode the Spiritual Beast, decorating the whole sky with splendid dots, and the weather seemed very lively and lively.

Obviously, these people are all here for the Golden Pool Congress.

And along the way, Chen Xiao also found that what was being talked about in these populations had nothing to do with the Golden Pool Conference, which he had also gained a better understanding of.

“Kowloon! It's Thursday, sir. I didn't know he was coming! ”

Just as Chen Xi pondered, under the heavens in the distance, a shout sounded, and for a moment, hundreds of monks who were already on their way took refuge on both sides, giving way to a vast air passage.

Thursday, sir?

Chen Xizhu looked up and went backwards, and saw nine pieces of length, covered with cold scales, with a huge dragon with two strands of dragon beard on his mouth, pulling a large mountain, the shape was cold and heavy, full of noble breath of treasure, crushing the void, rushing to come.

And on both sides of Bao Hui, standing 36 delicate girls and 36 handsome teenagers, a gown in Chinese clothing, carrying a flag, the flag is written with a sharp pener, the hegemonic word "Zhou”.

Nine big black, powerful, breathtaking, soaring clouds in the sky, horrible atmosphere covering the heavens and the earth, all present felt a great deal of pressure, the face of the earth.

On the central throne of Baohui, sitting on a young man with a straight waist, meditating with his eyes closed, but the momentum seemed like the king had arrived, cruising the mountains!