Updated: 2012-09-11

Three days passed quickly.

The immortal slaves who had been fighting outside the school ground for ten days can finally stop, sit down or just lie down, and breathe and rest for a while. Most people looked numb and had a little confusion in their eyes. An encounter that had never happened in the past ten days completely trampled on their Taoist heart.

From then on, whether it was staying in the Yongzhen Tower as a fighting slave or becoming a displaced immortal slave, most of them could no longer return to the past.

The weather is sunny and the weather is sunny.

Li Xian wiped the blood on his forehead, hugged the wooden gun that An Bochen carved for him, and gasped heavily.

There were seven heads next to him, which were cut down by him with his own hands. Although these people's cultivation was much higher than him, after their cultivation was imprisoned, the gap between us only existed on the body. Li Xian had An Bochen teach the true meaning of martial arts, and with this wooden spear, he was not afraid of those real immortals.

Holding the gun handle with his right hand, Li Xian's eyes radiated a shiny light and suddenly pushed forward, but it was imitating Amber Chen's move to kill Yuan Shiwu.

The wooden spear was out at a very fast speed, and the tip of the spear made a whistle, and a trace of the void in front of Li Xian shook.

Obviously, when An Bochen carved the wooden gun, the true meaning of martial arts was hidden inside. Otherwise, Li Xian would have suffered only a little bit of minor injuries in the battle between more than a thousand people with an ordinary wooden gun.

Even with An Bochen's secret support, Li Xian gained a lot. He listened to An Bochen and Lu Fengqi's discussion of Taoism and martial arts along the way, and was taught by An Bochen by example and deeds in the school. Now he has been tempered by himself. Li Xian's progress in guns can be said to be a thousand miles a day, and his understanding of the true meaning of martial arts has changed from not knowing anything before to being able to see the current situation.

After stabbing several shots, Li Xian was so tired that he couldn't stand. He glanced at the fairy slaves who were panting and lying down, shook their heads, sat cross-legged, and exhaled their mouths and started to breathe.

I don't know when, but he accidentally began to imitate Amberchen from every move.

Li Xian himself may not have noticed it, but at least in the eyes of some people, Li Xian's behavior and expression were very similar to An Bochen.

The five-short fairy standing beside Wang Bingyu, a lady from the Chi Fangtian family, was standing under a big tree twenty-five steps behind Li Xian. She looked at Li Xian carefully, her eyes sharp, not at all as ridiculous as he was when he faced Wang Bingyu.

"What are you looking at?"

Wang Bingyu walked to the fairy with a short figure and asked in confusion.

In this foreign trial, Wang Bingyu was also determined to be promoted to a slave, but she knew that without the help of this unpretentious man in front of her, she would not even be able to save her head, not to mention winning the head of her. You must know that the more people struggled, the more they were trying to make a gamble. Wang Bingyu began to be able to control a group of people, because she grew up in a big family since childhood and knew how to take advantage of the situation and use the hearts of people. But facing either you die or I die, people's hearts are floating, it is not her female fairy who can control it, and gradually lost the constraints of her opponents. Fortunately, this short immortal took action, which made her escape from danger. What shocked her was that she could not see the methods of the fairy with short bodies, and could not see how he pulled herself out of the quagmire.

She was just surprised, not curious. Her curiosity had long been swallowed up by numbness. Thinking of the days ahead, she would become a slave for people to enjoy, and hysterical despair surged deep in her eyes.

"I'm watching people there." The fairy with a short figure touched her beard.

"Look at what he does... Hey, he is not the entourage of those two merchants." Wang Bingyu quickly recognized Li Xian and his eyes became cold.

"That's right." The short fairy narrowed her eyes into a line, looking shrewd and cunning: "But, Miss Wang really thinks that your two enemies are just businessmen? Can a businessman be so capable that he has become a king-level fighter without the training of the slave field?"

"From your tone, you seem to know them?" Wang Bingyu was not a stupid person either. He unexpectedly glanced at the immortal and said, "I thought you were trying to help me so much before. Now it seems that you have the same goal as me."

"I'm going to do your idea? Hahaha, I've never seen any kind of stunning woman, I can get it at my fingertips." As the short immortal spoke, a rebellious aura came out naturally. Wang Bingyu, who was standing beside him, was secretly surprised. She knew that the other party had hidden something, but she didn't expect that the other party would hide so deeply. With his momentum alone, he would not lose to his elders.

"However, your eyesight has increased. The hard work these days will be of great benefit to your cultivation." The short immortal said again.

"In the past, I would be happy that I would have improved my strength, but now, even if I have broken through the sixth level of the Heavenly Immortal Realm and reached the True Immortal, I can only stay in this palm-sized Douslave School, and I will not be able to protect myself. Humph, no matter how high my strength is, what's the use?" Wang Bingyu said.

"This Dounu school ground is really hard to escape once you enter? I don't know how to see it." The short immortal sneered.

"Don't deceive yourself." Wang Bingyu shook his head and sighed: "You know it yourself, this is an indisputable fact."

"I know, but I don't believe it." The short immortal said something that Wang Bingyu couldn't figure it out for a long time.

"Okay, don't say these useless words." The short immortal remembered something, smiled self-deprecatingly, turned to Wang Bingyu, stared at her eyes, and said word by word: "I know, you want to take revenge and kill An Bochen. I can help you and let his soul be destroyed, but you need you to help me."

"Amber Chen... It turns out that he is called this, you really know them. You are also his enemy? How can you believe it if you ask me to?" Wang Bingyu asked.

"Enemy?" The short immortal looked at the sky, and a smile appeared in his old eyes: "It doesn't count. You just need to know that I have a way to make the soul that swallows him annihilate his soul."

"The two of them are king-level fighters, the first-class figures in the school field. You are just a fourth-level immortal. You are imprisoned with cultivation and can only use handsome and scheming methods. Not to mention swallowing their souls, you can't do it even if you get close to them." Wang Bingyu stared at the short immortal, and his voice was a little excited: "You need to prove to me that you can do it!"

As soon as Wang Bingyu finished speaking, the short fairy's hand suddenly reached into her heart, seeing that the posture was facing the peaks that were facing her.

"You..." Wang Bingyu was stunned at first, then his face turned red.

In a blink of an eye, her body became stiff, and the skin close to her eyes trembled, unable to do so.

After a moment, the short fairy pulled back her hand and looked at Wang Bingyu with a smile: "How about it, do you feel it?"

Wang Bingyu's eyelashes blinked slightly, lowered his head, and did not dare to look at the short fairy. Most of the eyes were confused, followed by fear.

"What do you want me to do?" Wang Bingyu asked after a long time.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's easier for you." The fairy with a short figure smiled and attached it to Wang Bingyu's ear, saying something.

"It's just that?" Wang Bingyu was a little surprised after hearing this, and nodded for a while: "Okay. But, tell me your name first. People like you are definitely not an unknown person."

"You really tell me that I am indeed an unknown person. It's better to tell you, my name is Jiuchenjun."

As the short man spoke, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, then raised his eyes and shot towards Dounu Tower.

On the 81st floor of Dounu Tower, Amber Chen was also looking at the outside world.

Lu Fengqi stood beside him.

During these three days, the two of them had no overbearing every move. Like the other king-level fighting slaves, they traveled back and forth between the Dounu Tower and the mural world. The two also saw several king-level fighting slaves, but these king-level fighting slaves either looked arrogant or stayed away from An Bochen and Lu Fengqi, and never met someone with a little interest like Jiang Fengyun.

"There is such a person in the world? Amberchen, don't exaggerate it." Lu Fengqin said.

"Exaggeration? I don't have it. My evaluation of him will only be conservative. After all, I haven't met for two hundred years. Who knows what level he has reached in the first family's genius and inheritor of the secret arts? "Among An Bochen said, his voice a little solemnly: "Lu Fengqi, don't think that he has no physical body and underestimates him. People who lack hands often practice their feet very well. I think he is the same, and his soul must be a great person. In addition, his blinking fingers are arranged in the art, in this world, if you want to kill him, you must be the great master of ancient times."

"Is that so? This is what mortals say that one day I was bitten by a snake for ten years and was afraid of the well rope." Lu Fengqi said coldly, with a lot of sarcasm in his words.

"If you don't believe me and underestimate him, you will be in great trouble sooner or later." An Bochen sneered.

"If he is really as powerful as you said, he can penetrate the opportunity thousands of miles away, ten or a hundred years ago, and play around with the world, why would he come to you personally to avenge you?" Lu Fengqi questioned.

"Maybe he was not here to seek revenge for me." An Bochen did not move, staring at the figure in the distance: "His thoughts are beyond your ability to guess."

If Lu Fengqi is the biggest stepping stone on Anbochen's martial arts journey, then Jiuchen is a person who once feared deep in Anbochen's soul. During that year's fighting, Anbochen thought he had won. It was not until he returned to the East Realm to meet the "jianghu" and found that Jiuchen was still alive and made arrangements in the Yin Dynasty in the East Realm. Only then did Anbochen realize that although he had all the battles that year had the right time, place and people, he was in the end a situation of no distinction between victory and loss.

Jiuchenjun is the first person in the soul and the first person in the battle. When they meet again, a hundred years pass by, but it is like a snap of your fingers every day.

"This year's Tongtian Village may be very lively."

The sun shone from the distant sky and brushed across the corner of Amberchen's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile.

At the same time, the short fairy in the distance also raised her head and squinted her eyes, as if she was enjoying the joy of rebirth after the disaster, and seemed extremely natural.
Chapter completed!