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    "Ah, who is it? Is she the only one who can command Huangshan? What about the other descendants who subdued the Suzaku evil spirit?"

    Mo Ran didn't answer him directly, but said: "Thousands of years ago, the one who subdued the evil spirit of Suzaku was called Song Qiao, and the word Xingyi."

    Xue Meng turned pale with shock, and blurted out: "The Lord of Huabi, Song Xingyi?!"

    "Um."

    "He, he is the last sphenoid beauty in the history of cultivation who can be ranked as a master!"

    Mo Ran had no expression on his face, and said: "That's right, so the last person who can open the gate of Huangshan has died in the flames of Confucianism. It is Song Qiutong."

    Xue Meng opened his mouth involuntarily, and was about to say something when there was a sudden commotion in the distance, and a large group of Tsing Yi monks from Bitanzhuang suddenly surrounded the frontmost barrier at the foot of Huangshan Mountain.

    "Master Li!"

    "The owner!"

    Chu Wanning's complexion changed slightly, his brows were blazing, and he walked towards that side. He pushed aside the crowd, and saw Li Wuxin being supported by his disciples, his face was as white as paper, and he was spitting out blood, and the stinky blood was sticking to his gray beard  , with blue and white lips, eyes turned up, already unconscious, tremblingly said: "It's the first It's It's the first"

    Since Li Wuxin withdrew his strength, the barrier backlash suffered by the remaining sect leaders was even stronger. Huang Xiaoyue was acting as the temporary head of the Jiangdong Hall, and her mana was a bit lower than that of the other sect masters. She couldn't bear it now  , It is difficult to even turn your head.

    It was Jiang Xi, though his face was also pale, but he still had the energy to look towards Li Wuxin, and said, "He fell into the nightmare of the phoenix."

    The Phoenix Mountain enchantment is attached to the curse of the phoenix. Once someone wants to tear open the crack and try to go up the mountain in vain, it is extremely easy to be swallowed by this nightmare.

    This is similar to the illusion of Jin Chengchi's heart-picking willow, but the nightmare of the phoenix is ??hard to get rid of, and the people who are recruited often cannot wake up again.

    Seeing this, a group of disciples of Bitanzhuang knelt on the ground, and what's more, they burst into tears: "Master! Wake up, master——"

    In the dream, Li Wuxin laughed and babbled for a while, and suddenly broke away from his disciple Zhen Congming who was holding him, lay on his back and danced, laughing loudly: "I won the first place! It's the first! It's the first!"

    Among the disciples of other sects around the back, someone whispered: "What is number one?"

    But Li Wuxin would never answer them. He was immersed in the joy of the nightmare, he opened his mouth, revealing two rows of teeth sticky with blood and saliva, and smiled extremely intoxicated. After a while, as if the nightmare suddenly turned, he  The old face froze, showing anger.

    "No——you can't do this! You can't do this! You promised to return Bitanzhuang's secret scroll of swordsmanship to me! How can you break your promise!"

    After a while, it turned into a mournful face again.

    This is really frightening, Li Wuxin has always been an old Taoist priest who wants to save face, and is also the owner of a village. He has never had such a face in front of others——

    Not like a master, not like a priest.

    Not even a man.

    He salivated his face, writhing mournfully in the folds, as if he was trying to squeeze his dignity into the wrinkles all over his face, he was begging: "Eight billion gold is really too much, the swordsmanship secret scroll was originally  It belonged to Bitan Village, it belonged to my grand master, it was at that time when the sect was lonely, and there was no money left, so I had no choice but to resell it to youthe masterplease, less"

    Everyone around listened and looked at each other.

    Eight billion gold?

    Sword manual?

    Then someone suddenly remembered that the former head of Bitanzhuang had a strong temper and outspoken words, which attracted the attention of many sects in the cultivation world.  The entire villa of Bitan Villa was in decline, and even the surplus money to subsidize the disciples could not be allocated for three years in a row. Later, for some reason, it suddenly became rich again.  The Duan Shui sword technique was so lonely, and the later disciples couldn't use the essence of it.

    For this reason, there are always people in the world who ridicule Li Wuxin, saying that it is because of his poor teaching that Bitan Village, the former sword master's village, has been reduced to the end of the upper cultivation world.

    But right now, everyone is surprised that things may not be as simple as they thought before—could it be that the catastrophe at Bitan Village back then was due to the sale of the sword manual to return to the world?

    Some people immediately thought of Gu Yueye for such a profiteer who took advantage of the fire, and many eyes quietly swept over Jiang Xi's face.

    "Could it be the lonely moon night"

    "Maybe it's the master Jiang's master"

    Li Wuxin was still struggling and rolling in pain underground, ZhenYou should treat him with respect as a teacher.  "

    Chu WanNing raised his eyes.

    "Nangong Si is my apprentice."

    Hearing this, Xue Meng's face was instantly ashen!

    The faces of Mo Ran and Shi Mo were not very good, but they didn't speak, looking at Chu Wanning.

    "If it is true that the father's debt is repaid, then he will be a teacher for a day and a father for life. Since I have received the three worships of Nangong Si, he can call me a master." Chu Wanning said, "He  My master is still there. Therefore, whether seeking revenge or beating and scolding I am here, and I will never resist."

    "Master!"

    "Master——!"

    Mo Ran, Xue Meng and Shi Mo knelt down together, and Nan Gongsi also struggled to get up from the ground. The blood in his mouth did not stop, and he only murmured: "No I don't worship I haven't worshiped  I don't have a master I don't have a master"

    However, at this time, Li Wuxin suddenly let out a long cry, he raised his head to the sky, his beard and hair were like blowing snow, his eyes were open, and blood kept flowing from the eye sockets.

    He howled loudly, cried, choked up, and groaned.

    "Five-nine-nine-billion, it's alright, right? Head Nangongfive-nine-nine-billion If there's a little more, you can take pity on me, an old man, and leave me some money for the coffin okay,  okay?"

    He was in a posture as if he was about to kill him, and finally hissed, his veins burst out.

    "Okay!!"

    Three in a row, okay, Li Wuxin suddenly vomited blood again, the blood was soaring, and there was dead silence.

    Immediately afterwards, he fell to the ground with a plop.

    This is the lord of the lowest sect in the upper cultivation world.  During his lifetime, this old man who was wandering around like a buffoon deliberately curry favor with every possible sect he could associate with.  This is a big joke that spent most of his life, still doing nothing, even three sword manuals can't be redeemed.

    A waste, a mediocrity.

    Just like that, with his eyes open, he fell into the dusty dust.

    died.

    The wind was blowing, and all the beings had different expressions on their faces, and no one spoke anymore.

    It's just that Mo Ran suddenly remembered that there is a treasure in Jiaoshan, which is enough to revive the sect. This is something that even Jiang Dongtang knows.

    Bitanzhuang and Confucianism are so close, it is impossible not to understand what this means.

    After Nangong Liu's death, many big and small factions were chasing and trying to capture Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi alive, saying that it was for revenge, but what they had in their hearts was the idea of ??gold and silver.

    But Bitanzhuang did not.

    Bitanzhuang is just clumsy, thinking of stupid ways to make friends with the top of death and life, and the lonely moon night, hoping to take care of and support each other in the future.

    Li Wuxin didn't even think about the gold and silver treasures of the Confucian school.

    Obviously he is the one who has been bullied and squeezed by Confucianism all his life.

    Perhaps, just because he has been bullied and squeezed for a long time, the old man will understand in his heart that money is desirable, but it is not unrighteous.

    Mo Ran looked at Li Wuxin's old face in the dust, which was so dirty that it was even ridiculous.

    He suddenly understood why there was a sudden change in Confucianism that day, and everyone ran in a hurry, running for their lives in all directions. The old man wanted to escape, but he flinched and never left.

    Obviously he has no great ability, but he bites the bullet and stays in the sea of ??flames.

    A Yujian saved dozens of lives that had nothing to do with him.

    People say that the grandfather of Master Bitan Zhuang had a set of water-cutting swordsmanship, which can cut off flowing water and break through the sky. History calls it a sword master.

    Li Wuxin lacked three books, so he couldn't learn this stunning swordsmanship, nor could he become a sword master.

    What he can do, in the end, is to use an enlarged imperial sword to send those people he doesn't know at all, even the disciples of the Confucianism School, out of the sea of ??flames in the sea of ??flames, and bring them back to the world one by one  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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