As a man, what is most important? Of course, face.
However, when their lives are seriously threatened, some people would rather save face than accept weakness, but some people think that if they can save the green hills, they will not have to worry about having no firewood, and their lives are important. As for whether to save face, we will talk about it later.
Ye Xiaochuan is the latter. Now he is slumped on the ground, holding Xuan Ying's long legs in his hands, begging for his life with runny nose and tears.
Xuan Ying couldn't laugh or cry for such a shameless person. Is this guy really the successor that Situ Feng spent six thousand and five hundred years searching for?
As soon as his long legs moved, Ye Xiaochuan was shaken and rolled back a few times. He got up and hugged Xuan Ying's thigh. When Xuan Ying's deathly gray eyes looked at him, he was immediately frightened and did not dare to step forward.
Ye Xiaochuan was fearless. Even if he encountered a demon sect boss, he would dare to poke a few bloody holes with his sword. The only person he was afraid of was Xuan Ying.
The harm this woman had caused him was too serious.
In particular, Xuan Ying claims to be the last god in the world. This sentence has always been imprinted in Ye Xiaochuan's mind. In his heart, Xuan Ying is a god who does not eat the fireworks of the world, and he is only a mortal. Mortals cannot fight with gods.
Even if you have this intention, it won't work.
Xuanying turned around and walked away with Wangcai in his arms. Ye Xiaochuan did not move. He thought that this time he could only apologize to Wangcai. If he could make Xuanying calm down, what would happen if he gave Wangcai to Xuanying? Both guys have it.
In a long life, it is more suitable to follow Xuan Ying than to follow oneself.
At this moment, Xuan Ying's voice sounded directly in his mind, saying: "Situ, you haven't disappeared yet, have you?"
Situ Feng smiled bitterly and said, "Almost."
Then he said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Boy, don't worry, Xuan Ying won't kill you. Since she shows up to see you, she must have something to ask you. She is proficient in the art of music. This is a good opportunity."
Ye Xiaochuan said angrily: "How do you know she won't kill me?"
Situ Feng said: "To sum it up, you are a great favor to her. It was through you that she saw the fourth volume of the Book of Heaven. This is a great favor. Although Xuan Ying has a lonely and cold personality, she is a person who can clearly distinguish between grudges and grudges.
A person would never harm you, but if she wanted to kill you, do you think you could survive until now?"
Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and thought about the same reason. If Xuan Ying really killed him, he would be killed no matter where he hid.
After thinking about this, he simply let go and followed Xuan Ying.
At this moment, Yun Qiyou in the crowd suddenly looked back and saw Ye Xiaochuan following the back of the previously disappeared woman in sackcloth, and the corner of her mouth moved slightly.
"Xuanying."
She whispered these two words to herself softly.
Yun Qiyou was not like Ye Xiaochuan, who was frightened when she heard Xuan Ying's name. She didn't have much prejudice against Xuan Ying in her heart. For a poor woman who gave up everything for immortality, there was no need to demand anything from her too harshly.
Everyone in the world said that Xuan Ying, the thousand-year-old zombie goddess, was a peerless female devil who could kill without blinking an eye. Yun Qiyou didn't think so. She was a person who believed what she saw and what she heard. At least she didn't see it with her own eyes.
Anyone is killed by Xuan Ying in front of him.
Occasionally thinking of the music of Guan Zizai Peak and the words Xuan Ying said to him hidden in the darkness, Yun Qiyou felt from the bottom of his heart that Xuan Ying did not kill him or Ye Xiaochuan.
meaning.
If Xuan Ying wanted to kill the two of them, they would have never left Mount Sumeru in the first place.
Therefore, at this moment, when she saw Ye Xiaochuan following the figure of the woman in linen clothes, she was not worried at all about Ye Xiaochuan's safety.
The ancient sword pool on the ring is like an elegant scholar. The heavenly sword that blooms with brilliant light seems to be alive in his hands, and the agile sword light flows in every corner of the ring.
His opponent was a young master whose cultivation had reached the peak of out-of-body cultivation. However, he still didn't have much power to resist under the sword of Gu Jianchi.
It is said that Gujianchi reached the realm of Lingji two years ago. There are two dark horses in the realm of Lingji, Yun Qiyou and Du Chun, who serve as double insurance for Cangyun Sect. Now Gujianchi does not need to cover up.
One's own cultivation.
This arena seemed to have become his exhibition stand. A series of exquisite Cangyun Sword Techniques were performed by him like flowing water, with the power increasing from small to large. So far, it seems that he has not repeatedly used the same set of sword techniques or sword techniques.
It amazed countless spectators.
Chu Tianxing in the seventh arena, the number of people watching the battle was not as large as that of his senior brother. As the proud disciple of Wu Xuesong, the leader of Thousand Buddha Peak, one of the four branches of Cangyun, he pointed a Zhanyuan Sword at Bahuang.
He is a man who doesn't know how to show mercy to women, at least that's what his junior brother Chen Mo who was watching the battle below the ring thinks. His opponent is a delicate little girl, but the senior brother shows no mercy at all. The powerful Cangyun Sword Art is in Zhan Yuan's hand.
Under the urging of the fairy sword, he seemed to have become a demon that destroyed the world, forcing the delicate little girl to retreat repeatedly.
The fighting in the ten arenas was in full swing, but Ye Xiaochuan followed Xuan Ying to the southeastern edge of Duantian Cliff. This was where Yang Jiujiu and Ouyang Caiyu fought. Behind them were long wooden boards, covering those in the square.
Sight, no one will notice here.
Xuanying held Wangcai in his arms, gently stroking Wangcai's down, and stood on the edge of Duantian Cliff, looking at the earth beneath his feet.
Duantian Cliff is actually not very high, only two to three thousand feet. It is surrounded by several white snow-capped mountains and glaciers that are five to six thousand feet high. Looking around, you can see Boulder City in the southeast, Blackwater City in the northeast, and so on.
Go to the pure and beautiful Goddess Lake between the two cities.
Ye Xiaochuan stood obediently behind Xuan Ying. Seeing that Xuan Ying didn't speak, he didn't know what to say. He was most afraid of this weird silence, which would make him appear extremely embarrassed.
After a while, Xuan Ying said: "The Taixu Chaos Yin-Yang Liuhe Mirror should be on your body."
Ye Xiaochuan's expression changed drastically, and even Situ Feng, who was residing in the sea of his soul, seemed startled.
Xuanying didn't look at Ye Xiaochuan and continued: "I watched your competition a few days ago. The power that broke the siege of love. I can't be wrong. It was the spiritual power of Liuhe Mirror. It was in the cave.
"Here, I was negligent. You are Situ's successor, so he will naturally pass on the Liuhe Mirror to you."
Ye Xiaochuan smiled dryly and said: "If senior likes it, I can give it to you."
Xuan Ying suddenly turned his head, looked at Ye Xiaochuan with some surprise, and said, "Give it to me? Do you know the origin of the Liuhe Mirror?"
Ye Xiaochuan shrugged and said: "Of course I know, isn't it a magic weapon belonging to Senior Evil God? I've been carrying it with me for half a year, and I haven't found anything special about it. The main function seems to be to counterattack the spiritual power of other people's magic weapon."
