: The Four Questions
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? A boring night of practice passed unknowingly. Xu Qing was surprised to find that the coolness in the Xuanyuan Tianjing could be completely absorbed by his eyes, and this time the amount was large, a hundred times more abundant than any other colored gas absorbed, and even allowed
For the first time, he felt that the lens was a little bulging, as if it would explode at any time if it absorbed it any more. Fortunately, no abnormality occurred in the end.
It wasn't until nine o'clock the next day that Xuanyuan Tianjing stopped delivering cool air. It seemed that even the luster on the surface had dimmed a bit. Xu Qing stood up and walked into the bathroom. Suddenly, he found that there were too many things in the mirror in front of him.
A pair of bloodshot rabbit eyes looked several times worse than suffering from pink eye. In shock, he quickly poured a basin of cold water, moistened a towel and applied it to his eyes.
The wet towel seemed to have absorbed a lot of heat and started to emit wisps of mist. Xu Qing could only wet the towel over and over again and apply it coldly. After repeating it dozens of times, it felt better.
Just then the doorbell rang, Xu Qing had no choice but to walk over and open the door with a towel on his face. He Shang came in. The guy was panting and sweating on his forehead.
"It's bad, boss. A bunch of bastards came from the Holy Blade. The leader is said to be Huan Zun, and...ahem!" He held his breath mid-sentence, and the guy covered his mouth and coughed violently.
Xu Qing grabbed the towel from his face and said displeasedly: "Come here as soon as you come, I don't care what kind of rice respect he is, I'll just slap him if he's unhappy."
He Shang quickly added: "One venerable is nothing. The problem is that four of them came at once. Now the boss is still dealing with them. Let me inform you to stay away for the time being."
Xu Qing frowned and whispered: "Four? These guys really think highly of me. Do they want me to stay in the Tibetan house and be a turtle?"
There are only six venerables in the Holy Blade. They have spent enough money on Xue Jiamao's death this time, and Ren Bing probably won't be able to hold on for long.
He Shangyi gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you go hide at my place first and come out after these guys leave."
Xu Qing smiled proudly and said: "The person named Xu never behaves like a coward. Four of them came just to send him two pairs. Let's go and have a look."
If he hides as He Shang said, Xu Qing will never feel at ease in his life. He really doesn't believe it. In the territory of Chinese martial arts, some kind of rice master will be allowed to show his power. At worst, the noise will be bigger, just
Don't be afraid that no one will take care of you.
He Shang opened his mouth to say something more, but Xu Qing stopped his words with a wave of his hand, patted the dagger on his waist, slammed the door and walked out.
Each Chinese Wuhun team has its own activity area, entertainment room, restaurant, conference room, gym... In short, all the facilities in this area serve the five teams.
Now two groups of people are confronting each other at the door of the fifth team's conference room. One side is composed of seven members of the fifth team except Ren Bing and He Shang. The other group is obviously twice as many in number. Presumably they are members of the Holy Blade.
The leaders were talking inside, and tensions were already rising outside.
There was a silver-gray metal conference table in the middle of the huge conference room. On one side sat Ren Bing and Qiu Biese, and on the other side sat four gloomy-looking old men in Tang suits. These four people were silent, but there was a mountain-like atmosphere.
The momentum spread from them to the surroundings, as if it was going to fill the entire space.
Qiu Bieli held a copper pipe in his hand and smoked dully. Ren Bing, who was sitting next to him, felt that his whole body was enveloped by an invisible pressure, and even his breathing became a little depressed. Fortunately, he was sitting next to Qiu Lao.
From time to time, a burst of energy would pass by, dissipating the depression around him for a few seconds, but it would gather again within a few seconds.
The four old men in Tang suits are the god-like figures in the Sacred Blade. They are Feng, Huan, Yan, and Lei. As for their names, they rarely use them anymore. They just use their abilities and attributes plus the word "Zun" for their titles.
"May I ask why the four venerables mobilized their troops and came to my martial arts base? It's not just to show off their power, right?" Qiu Bieli knocked on the cigarette pot at the corner of the table and said in a neutral tone.
The fifth team's killing of Xue Jiamao has been reported. The General Staff has asked Yi Qiu to act as a mediator. At the same time, he is also negotiating with the top management of the Holy Blade. It is true that Xue Jiamao is at fault in this matter, but he is already dead anyway, and he killed someone.
This is a new Earth Realm warrior who has joined the fifth team, so this matter has become complicated.
An old man with red hair raised his eyebrows: "Humph! Old man Qiu, please stop being careless. Yesterday, Huan Zun's good grandson died at the hands of Junior Wuhun. The four of us are here today to seek justice."
The red-haired old man, Yan Zun, has the same personality as his superpowers, as fierce as fire. Once they step into the ranks of the venerables, the secular laws have no more binding force on them. The Holy Blade and the Chinese Martial Spirit believe in the same thing.
㊣(4) The strong are respected, and killing is nothing. The prerequisite is that the murderer must have the strength to make it impossible for people to seek revenge.
Qiu Bieli smiled calmly and said: "What's fair is that you four old guys who played with magic fireworks came here to challenge us? Didn't you bully my Wuhun base because there is no one in it?"
In the eyes of ancient warriors, these gifted superpowers are all outsiders. Even if they have extraordinary martial powers, they are not the right path. They are the same as magicians and the like, and they look down on them from the bottom of their hearts.
The flesh on Yan Zun's cheek twitched, and he was about to glare. Unexpectedly, a palm came out from beside him and patted his shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Huan Zun.
Huan Zun has the appearance of an elder with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and a long goatee under his chin. It is difficult to associate him with the word "Sir" just from his appearance. When Huan Zun was young, his family was
It is said that a wealthy gentry married a twelfth-century concubine and had many heirs. Later, he even couldn't remember how many heirs he had. The murder of Xue Jiamao did not feel too heartbreaking for him, but it was equivalent to raising his head.
A big slap on his face.
It's okay to kill people, but not to slap someone in the face, especially if an old man who prides himself on his superior status is slapped in the face by an unknown person, no wonder he goes crazy.
"Qiu Bieli, are you deliberately trying to protect that murderer?" Huan Zun glanced at Mr. Qiu calmly, with two misty lights flashing in his eyes, and his eyes did not look old at all.
Qiu Bieli smiled disapprovingly and said: "Protect the juniors? Even if you four old men fight alone, you can only stretch your neck to be slaughtered." He already knew that the murderer was Xu Qing. If the Earth Realm warrior faced the Venerable
Level 1 superpowers are still slightly stronger, of course, this is only in a one-on-one situation.
Huan Zun looked at Qiu Biejie, then suddenly smiled and said, "Really? It seems that Wang Tiangang's disciple is really quite good. If so, why hide your head and tail and let an old guy like you come out to meet people?"
Chapter completed!