Gongsun Yuanxuan, the national master of the Great Black Dynasty, was a long-standing master of twelve fate two thousand years ago. He was known as the Double Saints of the Great Black with another master of the dynasty. In this world, the only one who dares to come to Baita alone to find Lan Xihe to compete with is the only master of twelve fates.

They received news that Lan Xihe from Baita was injured and was seriously injured.

Coincidentally, Baita's opponent is Motian Pavilion.

The Black Tower encountered a collective downgrade incident, and the tower owner was resting. The Dayuan Royal Court and the Black Yao Alliance did not dare to act rashly.

No matter how you analyze it, it is a great opportunity to take the opportunity to win the White Tower!

Unfortunately, I lost in the end.

The cold snow water flowed down her cheeks, like an ant crawling, cold and itchy.

He hasn't felt this feeling for a long time.

He felt the biting coldness penetrated into the inner palace of the five internal organs along his chest... The surging power of that palm was still exerting its remaining power, nailing him to the ground.

The already numb touch made him feel very painful.

He actually had a distorted mind, he wanted to enjoy the pain of this palm and wanted to remember this feeling.

All pain is far greater than the numbness caused by failure and loss of one's life.

When he flew out of the temple... his fate was darkened on his astrology.

This is even more uncomfortable than dying!

...

Luzhou is very calm, and his heartstrings are not fluctuating at all.

Such a scene is no longer surprising, it is just a fate, with six thousand merits.

It is reasonable to have a perfect palm that takes away his life.

This series of operations made Lan Xihe and Si Wuya amazed.

Lan Xihe asked herself that she could not do this. Even in her heyday, she would not be able to stand still and carry all the ultimate moves of Gongsun Yuanxuan.

Lan Xihe couldn't help but raise his hand to applaud.

"I admire you, admire you... I admire you..."

After three consecutive sounds, Lan Xihe, who was in a weak state, may have improved slightly due to his mood.

Si Wuya, the blue-clothed maid, and other maids came to the railings of the temple to overlook Gongsun Yuanxuan lying down below.

"It's almost done." Si Wuya said in a voice transmission.

Eighty-one floor, not short.

If it weren't for a practitioner, it would be almost impossible to see clearly if you looked down from the air.

After hearing this, Gongsun Yuanxuan felt stuffy in his chest and vomited a mouthful of blood.

What a familiar sentence... If you listen to advice, how could you end up like this?

"Come up." Si Wuya shouted and returned to the dojo.

Under the white tower, many white-clothed practitioners were floating in the air, watching Gongsun Yuanxuan lying on the ground.

"National Master, are you okay?" Ning Wanqing flew out of the crowd, his eyes empty and authentic.

Gongsun Yuanxuan ignored Ning Wanqing.

He clapped his palms suddenly, sat up, glared at Ning Wanqing angrily, and said, "Come on laughing at me too?"

"I'm not that kind of person." Ning Wanqing said, "I just feel worthless for the national teacher."

Gongsun Yuanxuan snorted coldly: "Stop being silly benevolence and righteousness. The one who defeated me was the Lord of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, but not your White Tower."

"I know it's Lord Lu."

Ning Wanqing is a blind man. He never judged a person, and he could not see other people's facial features.

"So you've been colluding together for a long time."

"If you want to live longer, I suggest you restrain yourself. Your guessing your opponent gives me the illusion of talking to a pig... You are a national teacher, a master of twelve fates, and stupid people are not worthy of this identity. If you think that getting angry can solve the problem, please..." Ning Wanqing said.

When he heard the word "pig", Gongsun Yuanxuan was about to get angry, but the second half of the sentence was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing all his anger.

Can anger solve the problem?

Obviously not.

He got up like an eggplant made from frost, tremblingly.

He stretched out the snow on his body and looked up at the white tower that penetrated into the clouds.

When did the dignified national teacher and the twelve strong destiny become so petty?

A sigh.

Why.

Ning Wanqing calmed down and said, "I'll give you a piece of advice."

"Tell me, I'll listen." Gongsun Yuanxuan said.

"Don't use common sense to guess the Motian Pavilion, they are much stronger than you think. Logically, I hope you die, but that result is not good for Baita. Just take care of yourself." Ning Wanqing turned around and disappeared.

Gongsun Yuanxuan was stunned and in a daze.

He was actually scolded by a younger generation and was speechless.

...

White Tower, in the dojo.

Lan Xihe looked at Lu Zhou's back and said:

"Which one is the real one of you?"

She was full of doubts and could not understand.

Luzhou turned around and said, "This is not important."

Si Wuya rescued:

"Master of Blue Tower, you can stay young forever. Your master's cultivation is not inferior to you, so you can do this naturally."

Lan Xihe nodded and said softly: "What he said makes sense... It's just that last time I met, it made me a little difficult to adapt."

Perhaps because she has lived for a long time, she no longer measured her appearance. Although Lan Xihe looks very young, in the past many years, more people have regarded her as an "old witch" for tens of thousands of years.

Lan Xihe said again:

"Master Lu, why didn't he kill him? He would definitely hold a grudge in his heart if he lacked his life."

Taixuan has been used up, and the rest can only be killed, which is not very valuable.

Luzhou did not answer her question positively, but said: "You are using a knife to kill someone well."

First use the blue crystal containing the breath of Taixu to attract Luzhou's attention, and then use a knife to kill people.

Lan Xihe said:

"I admit that I have some selfishness... Lord Lu won't refuse to save him, right?"

Luzhou said: "You overlooked a key issue."

"What?"

"Since I can kill Gongsun Yuanxuan, I can also kill you."

Lan Xihe was speechless for a moment.

Intrigues and conspiracies are as crisp as paper in the face of absolute power and meaningless.

At this time, Gongsun Yuanxuan flew up and landed outside the temple.

He covered his chest and walked in with an ugly face. He stopped more than ten meters away from Luzhou and bowed and said, "Thank you, Lord Lu, for your mercy."

Strength can destroy all doubts.

Gongsun Yuanxuan has completely regarded this seemingly young Luzhou as the powerful leader of the Demon Heaven Pavilion.

"If I had known this, why should I have been there?" Lu Zhou glanced at him.

"What Master Lu taught me is... I would like to ask Lord Lu to let me live a life." Gongsun Yuanxuan was straightforward, honest and bowed his head.

He felt his heart throbbing more and more uncomfortable.

Luzhou thought for a while, and glanced at Lan Xihe with a smile on his face... This Lan Xihe is not simple.

How could she get the benefit of the fisherman?

"If you want to survive, you can. One hundred pieces of obsidian essence will be sent to the Magic Heaven Pavilion." Lu Zhou said it very directly.

Gongsun Yuanxuan's eyes widened when he heard it.

The lion spoke up!

Who can come up with so many obsidian essences?

The bag just now was only 20 servings.

The White Tower has accumulated over the years, at most more than 100 copies.

"Master Lu, can you use other items to replace it? I really can't get one hundred pieces of obsidian essence!"

Gongsun Yuanxuan bowed down and continued:

"This will take at least a thousand years of production. In the past, obsidian mineral resources have always been under the control of the White Tower."

Luzhou said:

"This is your business, of course, I can give you an extra choice."

He took out the blue crystal from his sleeve and glanced at Gongsun Yuanxuan.

"Find one, which can be half the obsidian essence."
Chapter completed!