Chapter 180: Touch my face as soon as you finish kicking...
Su Bei naturally took Sword Girl's little hand and walked towards the Sword Sect's station, but Sword Girl lowered her head, wishing she could hide her head in Su Bei's shadow.
The eyes of the female Jian Sect disciples following behind were filled with tears, as they looked at the figure in front of them in white shirts embroidered with begonias.
Everything he said in Jian Zong at that time, he really did.
It's just to distinguish a few trash from other people's mouths.
At this moment, in their hearts, even if this man asked them to do anything, they would not refuse.
The breeze blew gently at the wrong time.
The streets that were supposed to be lively became more and more silent, and everyone was silent in the words Su Bei just said.
Everyone who enters the mountain gate, regardless of their background, is a disciple of the Sword Sect.
Is there really such a sect that treats all disciples equally? No discrimination?
Liu Changqing stared at Su Bei with narrowed eyes.
Su Bei's words just now were still echoing in his ears. He took a long sigh, turned around and left, and said to himself:
"This Elder Su might get along with that guy Yuwendu..."
"Speaking of which, has he experienced anything?"
"..."
...
When they arrived at Jian Zong's station, Su Bei looked at the shy girl.
The sunlight shone brightly, and the sword girl's overly slender figure was hidden under the large sword shirt. The proportions looked slightly funny, but it did not look ugly. Instead, she felt more like a doll, and her fair skin showed cherry blossoms.
The color red made her body filled with an indescribable beauty.
Although there were no other thoughts in Su Bei's eyes, they were full of appreciation!
——At least that’s what I think.
The direct gaze made the sword girl almost lower her head to her knees, and her fair cheeks were rosy, as if they were being roasted on a fire.
"Sword Girl, this scabbard is really good!"
Su Bei picked up the scabbard in front of her eyes, shook it, and the Qingping Sword was inserted into it.
Sword Lady nodded slightly, a blush spread from her neck to her back. Then she somehow summoned up the courage to gently hold Su Bei's big hand, with tears shining in her eyes.
, gesturing:
"Don't hurt anyone for Sword Girl anymore."
Su Bei looked at her in astonishment, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, and asked softly:
"Don't you hate Scarface? If I didn't come, you might..."
The scarred face never felt the slightest sense of guilt from beginning to end. His sword was under his conscious control. Even if he was lucky enough to wake up, he would probably lose all his cultivation.
Sword Girl bit her thin lips gently, nodded, but then shook her head.
Su Bei sighed, held this kind woman in his arms, felt her weak body, touched her hair, and murmured softly:
"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony, so you have to work hard."
But I was sighing in my heart. In this Wucheng, it seemed that prejudice was much greater than I imagined.
After greeting all the disciples attending the opening ceremony, Su Bei encouraged them a few words, then left, returning to his courtyard again.
As soon as he opened the door, he found Wenren Pingxin sitting lazily on the bed, raising his slender legs and carefully repairing the toenails on his feet.
He raised his head and saw that it was Su Bei who didn't mean to avoid anything. He didn't stop moving his hands, and Tan opened his mouth and said:
"Beibei came to the Holy Land, but he didn't stop much."
"That's not right. Senior sister can't call you Beibei now, right, Nineteen Old Men!"
"..."
Looking at Wen Renpingxin's laziness, Su Bei looked embarrassed. It was noon, and the sun shone through the window grille in the room. The light green gauze on Wenren Pingxin's body looked a bit transparent, with a layer of faint red.
The light shone on Wenren Pingxin's snow-white shoulders, and the cherry blossoms were flushed. This extremely unsightly action gave people a strange impulse.
"What, is there something on Senior Sister's face?"
Seeing Su Bei looking at him unblinkingly, Wen Renping looked a little suspicious. He lowered his head and saw that his two slender jade legs were gently open.
A blush slowly crept up his cheeks. Wen Renping glared at Su Bei, lowered his legs, covered the hem of the gauze skirt above his knees, then thought about it and stretched it towards Su Bei.
He picked up a jade foot and said casually:
"That pedicure of yours... give me a massage, senior sister."
Su Bei coughed lightly, moved towards the senior sister, placed the exquisite jade feet that were like works of art on his legs, felt the delicate skin, and kneaded them.
"Sister, this is all an accident!"
As Su Bei's movements became more and more proficient, an inexplicable feeling followed. For some reason, Wen Renpingxin felt that his body seemed to be a little more sensitive than before.
A pair of lazy eyes were half-opened and half-closed, looking at Su Bei with deep meaning and said:
"You went to see the saint?"
Although Wen Renping was surprised by the strange rocks found in Northern Jiangsu, he was not overly shocked.
After all, Su Bei had given her too many surprises, and now she was promoted to the nineteenth elder of the Holy Land.
Su Bei nodded, thought about it and suddenly smiled and said:
"That saint actually likes to eat candied fruits. It's not as mysterious as I imagined."
Wenren Pingxin raised her eyebrows twice, nodded thoughtfully, and continued:
"You have a conflict with Nalindo, which is not a good thing."
After the opening ceremony, the ascension to the Immortal Platform would officially begin. Wenren Pingxin felt a little flustered for some reason. When he came to Su Bei's courtyard to wait for him, Su Bei only went to specifically give him a few words:
"Don't go to the Immortal Platform, Lin Duo is just deliberately irritating you."
She already knew something about what happened last night, and naturally also knew the cruel words Lin Duo said before leaving.
Su Bei nodded and said with a smile:
"I know, then how can I go to Sendai?"
"Junior brother is in the early stages of returning to the void. I'm afraid he won't be able to block someone else's move if he goes up there."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wenren Pingxin stared at him for a while, then nodded and sighed longly:
"Senior sister would never have mentioned this to you in the past. You have a calm temperament and would never do anything risky."
"It's just that since you came back from Mo City, you've always done things that make senior sister terrified. I don't know what you've been through..."
"..."
With that said, he took out the jade feet from Su Bei's hand, gently put on the socks and embroidered shoes.
Su Bei reluctantly let go of his big hand. Although he was not a foot control, it was instinctive to appreciate beautiful women.
"Brat!"
Wenren stood up calmly and slapped Su Bei on the head fondly.
Then under Su Bei's disbelieving gaze, her beautiful eyes smiled, curved, touched his cheek, and said softly:
"It really makes Sword Sect proud!"
This trance-like tenderness actually made Su Bei a little stunned. His throat moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.
The sun shines warmly, and the spring breeze in the south of the Yangtze River is soft.
Watching her leave, Su Bei subconsciously touched the side of his face that she had touched, and seemed to be able to smell her unique fragrance.
After a while, he murmured to himself:
"She...touched my face as soon as she finished kicking..."
...
Dawn breaks, showering endless red.
Today is one of the grandest days in the entire twenty-one states.
The opening ceremonies of each major sect in the twenty-one states were officially held today. Over the past hundreds of years, this ceremony has developed into a complete set of patterns.
All major states can view various aspects of the Holy Land through a huge mirror in the sky above the city lord's palace.
Su Bei yawned, got out of bed, tidied up carefully, and then led his two apprentices to gather at the designated location of the Sword Sect.
There are sect disciples wearing various uniforms everywhere along the way, and densely packed people are gathered here. Everyone's face is filled with a little joy. This grand scene is even for the disciples of various sects.
It's not common either.
After groups of sects seemed to confirm that they were all present, they flew towards the independent palace that occupied a large area.
There is a clear pool surrounding the palace, like a moat river. There is only one royal road for entry and exit. There are no side halls and gates. The temple!
This is the center of Wucheng.
Following the disciples of the Sword Sect, he walked towards the temple. Looking at the cleverly designed hall, Su Bei sighed with regret.
The entire temple almost hangs above the lake, covering most of the lake. It is unknown who is responsible for this majestic building. The base is made of jade, supplemented by the spirit stone formation, which sources the spiritual energy around Wucheng.
Keep drawing from it.
Soon, Jian Zong, led by Xie Nan, a disciple of the Holy Land, arrived at a high platform.
There are ten positions on the high platform, which are obviously specially reserved for the ten strongest sects in the world. There are dozens of passages on the high platform, all leading to a high platform in the center of the temple.
Su Bei randomly found a corner to sit in, with two prodigal disciples following behind him, looking at the Qionglou Fei Pavilion in the distance.
Feeling two pairs of cold little hands massaging his shoulders, Su Bei closed his eyes slightly and rested his mind.
As time passed, more and more people gathered in the entire hall, and then a roar was heard.
boom--
Gun salutes resounded in the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared on the high platform in the center of the temple. He looked around, made some declarations about the opening ceremony, and then retreated.
"Ah! Saint! It's the Saint who has come out!!"
There was a loud noise in Su Bei's ears, and when he looked around, he felt that the whole world was bright, and then he felt that the sky was clear and the earth was bright, the vision was excellent, and he felt relaxed and happy.
Yao Yan was wearing a white glazed gauze skirt and a moonlight veil on her head, with only two eyes exposed, and she walked gently.
I didn't feel that he made any unnecessary movements, but with just one casual step, he had already climbed onto the high platform. His face could not be seen clearly, and then a voice like spring rain gently reached the ears of the 100,000 monks present.
"Welcome to the Holy Land!"
People from all over the twenty-one states looked at the scene in front of them through the mirror above the sky, their eyes full of shock.
Nothing is more holy than this!
"This opening ceremony is different from the past. This time there is also..."
A Holy Land disciple held a sound-transmitting magic weapon in his hand, and loud sounds came from all directions.
"Emperor of the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom, Donghuang!"
"And Queen Lin of the Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom."
As soon as the famous disciple finished speaking, countless eyes immediately turned towards the young man wearing a black gilded dragon robe.
Her face is like a crown jade, her lips are painted with vermilion, her eyes are like ink, and her two hairs hang uniquely on her chest. Just standing there with her hands behind her back gives people a feeling of being in the world.
Ji Nanjue nodded lightly, and Lin Jinyu stood side by side with him in a bright red phoenix embroidered dress.
"This is the legendary Donghuang!"
"Hiss, the Donghuang who does not accept concubines, it is said that his relationship with the queen is unfathomable!"
"Donghuang is so handsome, like a girl."
"..."
I don't know if it was Su Bei's illusion, but I always felt that the eyes of Donghuang and Lin Jinyu beside him were looking in his direction.
Su Bei looked strange. Queen Lin looked at her, but she didn't feel anything. Ji Nanjue herself only had a one-time relationship... She looked at him with strange eyes.
"Emperor of the Ancient Kingdom of Nanfeng, Emperor of the South!"
"And the chief guard of the royal family of the Nanfeng Ancient Kingdom, Mo Liu!"
Nan Huang was similar to Su Bei's impression, a middle-aged man with an elegant appearance.
Su Bei narrowed his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man. He didn't mean anything special, and he looked kind and kind. However, it was a little strange that he couldn't feel any cultivation from him?
As far as I know, the Southern Emperor has been in power for a long time, probably hundreds of years, but how can a mortal's longevity support him to live for such a long time?
The guard behind him had a cold expression. His slightly thin body was only covered in green clothes. His long hair covered most of his face, and his face could not be seen clearly. There was a strange-shaped long knife hanging on his waist, and he seemed to be aware of it.
When he caught Su Bei's gaze, he turned his head and looked at Su Bei.
Su Bei looked calm and saw his slightly unhealthy and pale hand hidden under one sleeve of his robe. There was a ferocious scar on his arm!
"interesting."
Su Bei murmured to himself, for some reason, perhaps due to an illusion, he felt a throbbing from the depths of his soul from that man?
"That man is Nanhuang's capable guard. It is said that his cultivation level is at the half-step Hedao realm."
"..."
Suddenly a cold voice came over. Su Bei raised his head and saw Shan Wulan standing next to him, as calm and beautiful as a butterfly leaf. He glanced at himself and explained.
"ah--"
Then, with a faint exclamation, Su Bei pulled Shan Wulan over and pressed her to his side. Under the shocked eyes of the two apprentices, he held his cheek and coughed lightly.
:
"Since junior sister knows so much, let me introduce you to my brother..."
As he spoke, a pair of big hands restlessly touched Shan Wulan.
Shan Wulan felt his rudeness, bit her red lips, and let him hold her arm, with a slight blush on her face, and gently patted his erratic big hand.
Mo Li lowered his eyes and glanced sideways at the other silver gilded phoenix feather Bu Yao above Shan Wulan's head.
There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he gently pressed the joints of his fingers, making a slight sound.
Xiao Ruoqing's face turned red and she looked at everything in front of her angrily. Did Master think that she was blind and couldn't see?
In the past, you were at least hiding it and carrying it behind your back, but now you are acting openly and openly?
Stomping his feet, he rubbed the catkins on Su Bei's shoulders with all his strength.
"hiss--"
Su Bei screamed subconsciously, and turned around to see Xiao Ruoqing biting her lip with her silver teeth, looking at him with a look of resentment in her eyes full of autumn water.
——Following her gaze, Su Bei looked at his big hand holding Shan Wulan's tender hand.
Just when Su Bei was about to give a good explanation, he saw a stupid man walking towards him, holding several large cups of what seemed to be sour plum soup in his hand, and walked up to Su Bei.
In front of me, I looked curiously at the strange scene in front of me.
The stupid hair above his head shook twice, walked up to Su Bei, and asked obediently:
"Senior brother, do you want some sour plum soup?"
"Well, I have a few more cups here, one for each of you!"
Seeing Shan Wique blinking his eyes with a happy expression, for some reason, it gave Su Bei the feeling of holding a sports meeting in his previous life.
Su Bei quickly took the sour plum juice, took out his evil hand, and before Xiao Ruoqing could react, he pressed it against her chin and poured the sour plum juice in.
"It's sour, drink more!"
Soon the introduction of the Holy Land disciple on the high platform was completed, and then the representatives of the major sects participating in the opening ceremony took the stage.
Looking from a distance, Su Bei could still see Sword Girl standing at the front of the Sword Sect's representative team, her face flushed with excitement.
Because they are disciples of various major sects, there is no elder to lead the team.
Soon after being introduced by the Holy Land disciples, each sect took turns to step forward, which was considered a formality.
The disciples of the Holy Land introduced one by one:
"Bitao Mountain."
"Shuiyun Valley."
"Longyu Sect."
You can hear all kinds of chaotic discussions:
"It is said that the strength of Shuiyun Valley is different from before. Their great elder has broken through to the half-step Hedao realm this time! Maybe he wants to compete for the title of the best sect in the world..."
"How is it possible? The strength of a sect depends on its overall strength. No matter how strong an individual is, it is useless. What's more, this Shuiyun Valley only has half-step Hedao realm, and the rest are all elders of the Transformation God realm.
The sect is also wasted to death..."
"Then according to what you said, why don't you talk about the Sword Sect? Apart from the great elder, there is only a Half-step Hedao, and there are not many people above Huixu. They can still maintain the title of the top ten in the world.
.”
"The Sword Sect is different. Although it is lonely, its heritage is still there. What's more, if the old head of the Sword Sect is not dead for a day, who in the world dares to look down upon him? That is said to be an existence above the peak of transcending tribulations!"
The same situation occurs in the streets and alleys of the entire twenty-one states. Unlike the Holy Land, there are push bars for the Xingyue Sect and the Sword Sect in various places. Countless messages are scrolling on the many push bars in real time like flying.
With.
There are even casinos opened by the people, because the Holy Land has not concealed the purpose of ascending to the Immortal Platform, and everyone in the world knows it, both mortals and monks.
Countless people were betting on the rankings of these sects at the beginning of the market. Crowds of people gathered everywhere, looking at the sky:
"The first online casino in Mexico City is online..."
“Beautiful dealer deals cards online.”
"..."
At this moment, the mirror in the sky suddenly turned to a turbulent place in the Holy Land, and everyone looked at the scene that happened in it curiously.
I saw that there seemed to be two groups of people having a fierce confrontation under the high platform. Judging from the clothing of one of them, the Taoist robes were green mountains and white clouds. It was obvious that they were from one of the top ten sects in the world, Wuhuaque.
The other sect is relatively shabby in comparison, wearing plain clothes without any complicated decorations.
One of the Wuhuaque monks squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. His words were extremely mocking, and his eyes flashed with disdain:
"What kind of poor sect is this? Peach Blossom Sect? Have you heard of it?"
A man from Wuhuaque next to him shook his head and laughed:
"Who knows which corner it came from? How dare a bunch of trash come to the Holy Land to recruit students?"
"It's just you who bumped into me, please apologize!"
The Taohua Sect disciple looked at the Wuhua Que disciple in front of him with a livid face, clenched his fists tightly, and roared:
"Why? You obviously bumped into us on purpose!"
The Wuhuaque disciple looked at him with a sneer, walked forward, with contempt in his eyes, and said:
"Why? Then I will tell you why today!"
"Every one of us present is in the realm of the Golden Core. After many layers of selection within the sect, it can be said that all of us are elite disciples of Wuhua Que who are qualified to participate in the opening ceremony of this holy land."
"Some of you are still practicing qi? You are such a waste, what's the use of practicing? Cultivation of immortality is only possible for elite geniuses, not just any trash like cats or dogs can try to find a path to immortality."
"In this twenty-one state, in the world of immortality, strength is everything, you bunch of trash, ants!"
The Peach Blossom Sect disciple's face turned livid in an instant, and he clenched his fists tightly. He felt like he couldn't swallow in one breath, and wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak.
"You! You are insulting people! This is too much!"
A female disciple of the Peach Blossom Sect looked at the person in front of her with tears in her eyes.
"Insulting people?"
Seeing more and more monks gathered around, Wuhuaque disciple sneered, looked around and said quietly:
"I'm just telling the truth. I'm not targeting your sect."
"What I want to say is that all your other sects are just like this Peach Blossom Sect, they are a bunch of trash!"
"You losers with poor strength and talent should die as soon as possible. What kind of spiritual energy are you wasting?"
"..."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the other small sects were filled with anger.
What does this Wuhua Palace mean?
The conflict gradually became bigger, and more and more small sects continued to grow. Seeing that things were getting bigger and bigger, the Holy Land obviously discovered the turmoil here, and everyone rushed towards it in an instant, shouting.
One sound:
"Stay back, everyone!"
It is difficult to tell clearly who is right and who is wrong in this conflict. The Taohua Sect disciples did bump into the Wuhuaque disciples accidentally, but after apologizing, the Wuhuaque disciples refused to give in and even started to insult.
There were thousands of people on both sides, which even alerted the elders of the Holy Land. Two gilded and jade-robed Holy Land elders hurried over and looked at the scene in front of them.
Those Holy Land disciples didn't know how to deal with this matter. Just when they felt a little overwhelmed, when they saw the two elders, their eyes suddenly lit up and they said:
"Elder Yuwen, Elder Liu, you are here..."
The two elders who came were none other than the third elder of the Holy Land, Yu Wendu, and the seventh elder, Liu Changqing, who had a relationship with Su Bei.
After Yuwendu understood the whole story, he glanced at Wuhua Que, snorted coldly and said: