Everyone was silent. Some of the sword cultivators who followed the two came from Kunlun Sword Sect, but more... all came from the Prisoner Land.
When they heard Li Changsheng's words, their eyes couldn't help but look at the teacups.
Let Lu Qingshu drink this kind of tea with sediment?
Everyone looked strange.
If Lu Qingshu really drinks it today, he will be afraid that his sword will be destroyed and may lose the possibility of advancement.
"Li Changsheng, what do you mean?"
Lu Qingshu said coldly, his eyes cold.
Li Changsheng didn't say anything, but just glanced at Mr. Xun's arm, and Lu Qingshu's eyes moved. When he saw it, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
That spiritual treasure!?
It is not in the place of Prisoner, it has returned here!?
In an instant, Lu Qingshu thought of several possibilities, and the one with the highest possibility was Pu Yuanzhu!
This spiritual treasure may have been brought back by Pu Yuanzhu!
The second turn of the immortal, plus a spiritual treasure...
Even if a sword cultivator of the same level is facing each other, he may not have much advantage. No matter how strong the flying sword in his natal is and how unpredictable the sword domain is, he will probably only be able to open 55 against the spiritual treasure.
"I haven't come down to have tea yet, can I ask this old bone to personally invite you?"
Mr. Xun smiled.
Lu Qingshu's face changed continuously, and after a few breaths of silence, he suddenly sneered:
"Don't be arrogant. With the strength of my master, you can kill you with just one little finger."
His master!?
Ouyang Xuanzhen and others took a breath in their hearts and looked at Li Changsheng and Lu Qingshu blankly.
There are stronger sword cultivators behind these two people! How is this possible...
They also heard about the Prisoner of Wind, but they had never had the chance to go there, but from the news they received, it can be judged that the sword cultivators in the Prisoner of Wind were not as arrogant as here.
Even... the situation is worrying!
"Then let your master come here in person, I'm afraid that he will have to drink a drink before leaving when he is here today."
Mr. Xun said lightly.
"Xun Guozhu, you are so brave."
Lu Qingshu's face was gloomy.
"I hate it the most. Others call me my name, let alone a guy like you who is not a good guy."
Old Xun's face darkened, and he waved his hand and grabbed it. A black light flashed, and the black Xuanding Heavenly Flag swept out instantly.
Lu Qingshu burst out with a terrifying immortal essence and tried to break it with a sword, but his offensive was completely suppressed. When he came to his senses, he was already wrapped tightly by the Hei Xuanding Heavenly Flag and knelt in front of Mr. Xun.
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His face turned blue and white, and then it turned red with the naked eye. The other party actually humiliated him in front of so many ants!?
The sword cultivators who came with him all used flying swords and stared at Mr. Xun, but without Li Changsheng's words, they would not dare to take action.
"This person's strength..."
A chill in the heart of the nearby immortal kings. The sword cultivator who was almost invincible in their hearts was underestimated by the other party.
Such strength has exceeded their imagination. Perhaps only by reaching the realm of scattered immortals can one experience its strength.
"You guys, come here to drink tea."
Mr. Xun glanced at Zhou Bufan and others.
Zhou Bufan's expression moved, and his eyes fell on the beggar Taoist, "Didn't you hear what you said to senior?"
"you……"
The beggar and Taoist are neither moving nor moving. They can only stare at Zhou Bufan with resentment.
The other party asked him to take the blame. He would rather drink the clear soup and water that had been safe for hundreds of years here than give tea to a ancestral ancestor.
This is no longer a matter of dying. It is very likely that life will be worse than death in the future, and it will be ten thousand times more tragic now.
"You dare to humiliate me!"
Lu Qingshu roared, trying to stand up from the ground.
Mr. Xun stretched his legs and put them on his head, making him kneel firmly on the ground and unable to move for a moment.
"What can you do to humiliate you? You can try it if you bite me? You can't bite it.
Today I still gave you some face to the person behind you, otherwise, let alone humiliation, you are dead now."
Mr. Xun smiled faintly and said, "I thought this was really a countryside. You can do whatever you want, without any cost? I am not Pu Yuanzhu.
He can't afford to offend you, so he moved away Shintoism, but the old sacred sect has been passed down here for countless years.
Even if you have the upper hand, you really have to fight to the death, I can still accompany you to the end."
Lu Qingshu felt the breath of death approaching himself, and immediately swallowed the next swear words back, staring at Mr. Xun without saying a word.
"Li Changsheng, you are deliberately bringing me here today to see me behave badly, right? After returning to the prison wind, I will ask my master to make the decision!"
Lu Qingshu aimed the signs at Li Changsheng.
Everyone was stunned.
Ouyang Xuanzhen took a deep breath in his heart. Li Changsheng had never thought of targeting Sanqiandaomen, but he just deliberately wanted to make a fool of himself!?
If the other party’s guess is true, there will be a big problem here.
"If you weren't arrogant and arrogant everywhere, why should you do this?"
Li Changsheng shouted coldly, then he hugged Mr. Xun and said, "Old man, can you give me some face and spare him? Why not let others drink this tea for him?"
No one felt that there was anything wrong. This was a normal plea, but Ouyang Xuanzhen's heart trembled, silently retreated half of his body, and hid behind the Immortal King Gu Xi.
"Why should I give you this face? I heard that Bai Qingming was not dead on the Sword Burial Ladder."
Mr. Xun chuckled: "Apart from that, you took Fang Chen away and didn't bring him back in full. Your face is worthless.
I once said that compared to Li Jingnian, you are too stingy and can’t become a climate.”
Li Changsheng's expression changed slightly, and then he fell into silence and stopped talking.
The King of Xianyue's face moved and said respectfully: "Old Xun, how did my son die?"
"Bai Qingming died miserably and was chased by a Sanzhuanxian. Before he died, he had already realized the very powerful sword scripture at the end of the Sword Ladder of Burial Sword. What a pity."
The Immortal King nodded gently and retreated to the side of the few people without saying anything. It seemed that his purpose was very simple, just to know Bai Qingming's way of death.
"Where is the tea?"
Old Xun glanced at him and fell on Zhou Bufan and others, "I'm saying that, you think it's in front of me? Do you think it's not enough to drink tea here and want to go to the wasteland for thousands of years?"
Zhou Bufan and others' hearts trembled. He immediately stared at the beggar Taoist viciously and said in a voice:
"If you don't fall down this tea today, you will definitely die. If you fall down, there will be a glimmer of hope!"
The beggar Taoist clenched his fists, and his anger was full of nowhere to erupt. He could only endure humiliation, poured a cup of tea, and came to Mr. Xun tremblingly.
Old Xun raised his eyebrows: "You still want me to feed him?"
“…”
The beggar Taoist handed the teacup to Lu Qingshu's mouth, and his voice trembled: "Previous, senior, please have tea..."