Chapter 4181 Thirty-eight thousand knives

"Haha, Chongshan, you are very calm, you have made progress."

The man in white smiled lightly, and his unpredictable eyes looked at the monster Chongshan, who showed respect.

The man in white did not reject the monster Chongshan's opinion, and obviously agreed.

He looked at the clouds from afar, his eyes were inexplicable, and he smiled again without knowing when, "This Ye Wuque is quite mysterious. Even the two great masters can support him, causing me to waste an opportunity accumulated by my ancestors." As

soon as these words came out, it proved the identity of the man in white, it was... Hua Teng!

"Brother Hua, Xiao Yuanqing and Hua Tiandu are all involved in this matter. I think they must be very uncomfortable now."

Monster Chongshan said carefully.

"It's just right that I'm not feeling well. Ye Wuque alone has stirred up the situation in the Nine Sects of the Ancient Alliance. It's been a long time since it's been so lively."

"Three million merit points, what an astonishing number!"

"'Universal Illumination Realm' Great Soul Saint of Extinction, hehe..."

Hua Teng smiled again, as if he had thought of something.

"But among these people, Cheng Tiandu should be the most uncomfortable now."

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."

"It is indeed a good poem! It seems that Ye Wuque is indeed fascinated by An Qingqian. Perhaps, there will be a good show at the coronation ceremony ten days later."

The monster Chongshan also reacted and smiled grimly: "According to Cheng Tiandu's temper, Ye Wuque will end up miserably!"

"I don't know how many Nine Veins disciples pursued An Qingqian at the beginning, and how many of them were able to remain intact in the end?" "

Cheng Tiandu has always regarded An Qingqian as his own thing. Anyone who dares to touch her will be worse off than death and will be made to cry for his parents!"

"Maybe, it's not just Cheng Tiandu..."

The smile on Hua Teng's face became more and more intense, and a deep look surged in his unpredictable eyes.

...

Beside the Spirit Lake, there are ten chessboards.

At this moment, only one person was left sitting cross-legged on a stone quietly.

It was the black-robed man who played against the top ten chess masters. But no matter who saw him, they would respectfully call him... Senior Brother Xiao!

Because he was Xiao Yuanqing!

One of the most senior disciples among the nine branches of the Ancient Alliance.

Swish!

Xiao Yuanqing's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a sense of calmness inside, and a sense of wisdom in his hands.

"A chess piece, wanting to jump out of the chessboard."

"But, do you have the qualifications?"

Xiao Yuanqing whispered softly, and a faint arc slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.

And because of this arc of the corner of his mouth, Xiao Yuanqing's whole person instantly became extremely weird!

An indescribable terrible aura emanated from his body, and the Linghu not far away was shaking slightly.

...

"Sparse shadows slant across the shallow water, and the faint fragrance floats in the moonlight at dusk..."

In a sea of ​​flowers, at this moment, a beautiful figure slowly walked forward, but kept reciting these two lines of poetry.

Until a certain moment, this beautiful figure suddenly stopped, and a beautiful face appeared.

In terms of appearance, this woman is slightly inferior to the An sisters, but she is equally beautiful. She has an indescribable temperament all over her body, like a flower god, and her posture is graceful, and her colorful martial arts skirt flutters in the wind, which is very moving.

"Senior Sister Qian..."

At this moment, a female disciple came quickly from far to near, and stopped respectfully a hundred feet away from this woman, and then continued to say: "Senior Sister Qian, Senior Brother Bai is visiting, and he is outside."

In the sea of ​​flowers, the figure gently picked up a blooming and beautiful flower, held it in her hand, and sniffed it gently, and a faint smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She waved her slender hand, and the flower in her hand immediately flew up, and the petals shattered, and finally turned into three words in the void again... Ye Wuque!

Looking at these three words, the woman took a step and walked out of the sea of ​​flowers.

At the moment when this woman walked out of the sea of ​​flowers, the three words "Ye Wuque" formed by the petals in the void instantly shattered and turned into powder and dissipated.

The female disciple who came to report followed behind, but at this moment, she was feeling uneasy.

She knew clearly.

Senior Sister Qian never picked flowers by herself.

If she did, it would mean that someone would be... unlucky!

However, the female disciple looked at the beautiful figure in front of her, and a deep yearning surged in her eyes.

Because she was Qian Hui!

Among the countless disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance, one of the most powerful people competing for the title of "quasi-spiritual son".

...

Chi Chi Chi...

Under an ancient tree, there was a constant piercing roar, which made people very uncomfortable, because it was the sound of sharpening a knife.

A figure was sitting in front of a huge grindstone at this moment.

A snow-white long knife was gently sharpened!

The blade shone more and more, and the cold breath continued to spread, as if it was ice in all directions.

Until a certain moment, the sharpener suddenly stopped his action and raised the snow-white long knife. The blade was transparent, like a mirror, and at this moment it reflected a pair of terrifying and creepy eyes.

"Only thirty-eight times?"

A male voice with a hint of dissatisfaction sounded softly, coming from the knife sharpener.

"Doesn't that mean I can only chop Ye Wuque thirty-eight times?"

"Too little... too little..."

"He looked at Qingqian so many times and even touched Qingqian's body. I would be very unhappy if thirty-eight times crippled him..."

"Not enough, far from enough..."

"A maggot-like thing has defiled Qingqian's holiness. At least thirty-eight thousand times of chopping is barely enough..."

While muttering to himself, the knife sharpener put down the knife again and began to sharpen it again.

...

"Brother Ye, from here on, all the mountains behind are blank and uninhabited. Brother Ye can choose any one and hang his identity nameplate on it. From now on, that mountain belongs to you, Brother Ye."

Wang Qiu stopped in front of the beautiful mountains, pointed to the front and spoke respectfully.

In the past hour, under the leadership of Wang Qiu, Ye Wuque and the other four had a general understanding of the basic situation of the Xuanmai. In the end, Wang Qiu brought them here to choose their own mountain.

"I understand, thank you, Brother Wang."

Ye Wuque said politely.

Hearing this, Wang Qiu was a little excited and waved his hand and said, "It should be! Then Brother Ye, I will leave first!"

Immediately, Wang Qiu left.

Ye Wuque slowly flew above the void, looking at the many mountains in the distance, his bright eyes kept scanning, as if he was choosing.

After three or five breaths, his eyes lit up slightly.

"From the perspective of location, this one is the most suitable..."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Mu Daoqi and the other two immediately followed Ye Wuque and soared into the sky. Soon, the four of them landed on a mountain peak.

This mountain peak is located on the edge of the peaks, isolated from the other peaks. It is a bit remote, but the environment is quiet and the spiritual energy is overwhelming.

"What a strong spiritual energy!"

Huang Biluo immediately exclaimed after landing on the top of the peak.

Not far away, there are many palaces that have been built long ago, one after another, and they can be moved in immediately.

"Boss! Give this mountain a name!"

Huang Biluo looked at Ye Wuque and said expectantly.

"Name?"

Ye Wuque looked at the clouds in the sky, and a beautiful face like a fairy slowly emerged in his mind. A touch of softness and longing flowed in the depths of his bright eyes.

"Let's call it... Sixue Peak..."

"You can choose the palace yourself, just whatever you want."

Ye Wuque slowly approached a palace, leaving Mu Daoqi and the other two with curious faces.

"Si Xuefeng? Who is this 'Xue'?"

Huang Biluo was very gossipy.

"Maybe it's the boss's sweetheart?"

Zhu Xiong was also curious.

"Shut up!"

Mu Daoqi scolded unhappily.

On this side.

Ye Wuque slowly approached a palace, sat cross-legged on the futon at the end, his eyes deep.

"There are still two hours until midnight, the dead of night, and I will start looking for all the clues about Fang Qingyang..."

While muttering to himself, a faint light flashed in Ye Wuque's deep eyes, and then he gently closed his eyes.