How could a sword cultivator be promoted to the third turn!? There has never been even a second turn sword cultivator in this world...
Unless... there is a sword cultivator who is promoted to the second transfer without reporting, and is hidden but not revealed, he will escape the eyes and ears of all parties!
Chen Qingtai and others looked extremely solemn, and their eyes were full of horror.
Three-turn sword cultivator...
They couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying means would such a sword cultivator have!
"Qingyu, you are my wife. When I joined the Long family, I valued not the Long family that could give me the fairy crystal and help me get promoted, it was just because of you."
Li Changsheng looked at the woman in plain skirt with sincere eyes:
"In the past few years, you should understand my intentions, so don't worry, what I do will not hurt the big room at all."
"Husband, I'm very confused. What do you... want to do?"
The woman in the plain skirt grabbed Long Xuan's palm tightly and looked at Li Changsheng with a complicated expression.
"There is nothing else, I just want a dignified road for this sword cultivator."
Li Changshengdao.
Lu Qingshu and others looked at the Long family monks, and a faint cold light flashed in their eyes.
"For countless years, those who seek eternal orthodox life regard us as a wrong way, but in fact they are jealous and afraid that we will be above them, so they have put many restrictions and suppressed them by all parties."
Lu Qingshu said lightly: "This kind of day will never happen again. Today is just a prisoner wind, and the next day, Longyuan, Fox, and Four Beaks and Three Places will be very different.
Our sword cultivators are the right way here. So what if you live long? Among the same level, who can compete with the sword cultivator?"
Chen Qingtai and others looked a little ugly, but they didn't dare to speak at the moment, and the other party's words were rough and not rough.
Among the same level, orthodox monks cannot be compared with sword cultivators.
And from Lu Qingshu's words, they heard a deeper meaning!
The matter between the Long family and the Sun family is just the beginning, not the end!
"Li Changsheng, these people from the Long family... should be controlled, right?"
Lu Qingshu said lightly.
Li Changsheng didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.
In an instant, except for a few sword cultivators with a confused look on their faces, ninety percent of the sword cultivators were controlled by Lu Qingshu and others.
"You are going to rebel!?"
Long Ao and others were shocked and angry.
Bang-
Lu Qingshu walked up to him, slapped him in the face, and looked at Long Ao's incredible eyes, and he smiled:
"Yes, this kind of look is no different from what I imagined."
"Lu Qingshu, you..."
Long Ao stared at Lu Qingshu: "What do you lowly sword cultivators want to do!"
"The word "lowly" will be used on you in the future."
Lu Qingshu said lightly.
The third room, Dongfang Haojie grabbed Long Wu's hand tightly and stared at the three room sword cultivators who betrayed one after another, not understanding what was going on.
"Don't worry, husband, I will keep you in good faith."
Long Wu looked solemn, and she did not forget to comfort the catastrophe in the East.
As soon as the words were finished, a sword cultivator walked towards them, trying to take Long Wu away from Dongfang Haojie.
"What are you doing! My brother is Fang Chen! Don't do anything randomly!"
Dongfang Haojie grabbed Long Wu's arm tightly and shouted with a fierce look on his face.
Several sword cultivators looked at each other, remained silent for a few breaths, and then turned around and left.
The fourth room, Long Ying and others looked depressed. When they looked at the sword cultivator who had been servile and now they were raising their swords to each other, they were still a little angry at them. After several thoughts, they suddenly felt that the situation was serious and they felt a little more panic.
The same thing happened to the Sun family.
Sun Susu, Sun Yi, even Zuo Xu, who was watching the fun today, was slapped by a sword cultivator, making him a little confused.
"It's over, what happened? Are these people crazy?"
Sun Yi squatted in the corner, looking at the scenes in front of him in a daze.
Sun Susu squatted not far away, his face pale.
"I am Zuo Xu, and my father is Xiaoyao Immortal Lord!"
Zuo Xu shouted quickly.
"Your father is Xiaoyao Immortal Lord? Oh, then you can go aside."
When a sword cultivator heard this, he nodded slightly at Zuo Xu.
Zuo Xu finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that they were only targeting the Sun family.
In the void, Zhao Yunlu saw all these scenes. He did not stop the sword cultivators on both sides, but took out a messaging talisman. When he saw the news above, he immediately fell into silence.
Burial of Sword Palace.
Zhu Kexiu withdrew his gaze and looked at Zhu Yunchen blankly: "Dad...what happened? How dare they, the group of sword cultivators... attack the master's family!?"
Zhu Yunchen smiled without saying anything.
Zhu Kexiu said anxiously: "Don't you take action to stop him? This is the following offense!"
Zhu Yunchen said lightly: "You forgot that I am also a sword cultivator."
“…”
Zhu Kexiu subconsciously looked at the nearby sword cultivators and saw a hint of excitement on their faces.
His heart skipped a beat, and he felt that the land of Prisoner Wind was about to undergo a huge change!
Burial sword ladder.
Fang Chen had already reached the ninety-eighth ladder. Suddenly, he looked up and saw that his grayish-white pupils had no gloss.
"Junior brother, what's wrong?"
Bai Qingming noticed something strange and asked.
"I feel like someone is staring at us."
Fang Chen Dao.
Bai Qingming looked strange: "You mean the end of the Sword Burial Sword Ladder, someone?"
"Um."
Fang Chen nodded slightly.
"This is unlikely... Could someone have arrived at the top in advance and kept leaving?"
Bai Qingming looked suspicious.
"I'll take a break."
Fang Chen suddenly said.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, the soul walked out of the body, and just a thought came to the end of the Heavenly Ladder of the Burial Sword.
This is a large and small island, and what comes into view are countless sword monuments.
It looks like a cemetery.
A young man with a wine gourd around his waist was leaning against a sword monument, with a leisurely posture, patting his knees and humming a little tune in his mouth.
The minor tune is frivolous, and it seems to be the most common tune in brothels.
Fang Chen walked up to him and stared quietly.
Logically speaking, if you reach the end of the ladder, your cultivation can slowly recover, but there is no trace of cultivation in front of you, just like an ordinary mortal swordsman.
Half an hour later, he seemed to be tired of singing, and fell asleep in a drowsy manner, and was still snoring with a rhythmic snoring.
After watching for a while, Fang Chen finally turned around and left.
When he reaches the top, he will know the origin of this person.
Time passes day by day.
It's another year of spring.
It was the third year since the gambling battle started. Fang Chen pulled the vine and turned over and landed steadily on the ground.
“Many sword monuments…”
Bai Qingming looked strange, and then he also saw someone sleeping soundly in front of a sword monument.
"There are really people!"
He gasped in disbelief.
Fang Chen reached the top.
The Sun family and the Long family also saw this scene, but they had already lost their original mood at this moment.
The Sun family and Long family suffered an accident, and this bet...no longer means anything to them.
On the contrary, monks from all sides paid more attention. At this moment, some dealer cried and some dealer were overjoyed.