Chapter 1850 Dao Tong Qingxu! Wang Lingtian's backhand!
The huge wings flapped and the strong wind stirred up seemed to make people unsteady on their feet.
The crane was suspended steadily in the square.
There was a little boy sitting on top, who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old.
Wearing a Taoist robe, he has a round face with a smile.
Seeing his arrival, many sword slaves suddenly felt as if they had seen an evil ghost, their faces full of fear and despair.
But no one dared to move, they all stood there blankly.
Ye Xinghe was stunned.
What's going on?
Then, the little Taoist boy took out a small copper bell and shook it a few times.
Ye Xinghe immediately felt that the red collar around his neck was making a sound.
Then it started to tighten, and a sharp pain came!
And there was a huge force on it, pulling him, forcing him to come under the crane.
And obviously everyone in the Jiaziyuan was attracted by this force.
Everyone walked out of their residences one after another, and soon they were all standing in the square.
"You bunch of bastards, I'm here to choose someone again!"
"Look at all of you, you have the same expressions of mourning as if your parents were dead!"
"Why are you crying? It is your lifetime honor to be chosen to make elixirs for our ancestor. It will be worth it if you die!"
After saying this, he let out a vicious laugh.
Someone muttered: "That's not right. We just chose our A-type hospital three months ago. Logically speaking, it is the turn of the B-type hospital this time. Why are you here again?"
"Damn it, this bitch is worse than a pig or a dog, just kill him, he still mocks us like this every time!"
From the discussions of the people around him, Ye Xinghe also understood what was going on.
It turns out that this Taoist boy's name is Qingxu, and the Patriarch he talks about is a transcendent figure in the Divine Sword Sect, named Zhenren Dan. Zhenren Dan often refines spiritual elixirs and makes a furnace every three months.
Every time a furnace is opened, five sword slaves are selected and their souls are used to worship the cauldron.
It is said that the level of elixir refined in this way can reach perfection.
Ye Xinghe gritted his teeth.
This is this cruel world!
Anyone who comes out of the Divine Sword Sect has the power of life and death over them.
The lives of these sword slaves are so despicable that they cannot even compare to elixirs!
Everyone was trembling.
Soon, Qingxu named four people.
"You, you, you, come here."
The four people's faces were full of despair and ashen.
But there was no resistance at all.
Because if they resist, the collar around their neck will explode now, and they will die immediately.
However, there are also many people who look quite relaxed.
Although it is said that five people must be selected every three months, the selection is done in turn by the four houses A, B, C and D.
In other words, you only choose once a year.
Secondly, everyone also acquiesced in choosing disciples with less outstanding talents.
This is equivalent to five people dying in one hospital a year. What the heck!
Normally, in a conflict, more than this number of people would die.
"This is the fifth person."
Qingxu's fingers slid over everyone.
"Is it you, or is it you?"
There was a joking smile on his face.
And everyone who was touched by his fingers was inspired.
Finally, his finger landed on someone.
"It's you!"
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Ye Xinghe.
It turns out that the person Qingxu Boyzi ordered last was him.
Everyone's eyes were full of pity.
Many people even take pleasure in others' misfortune.
"I heard that this kid is one of the stronger ones among the new sword slaves here."
"To be precise, he should be the strongest one!"
"And I heard that he is young and has unlimited potential. It's a pity that everything will be lost once he is selected!"
Ye Xinghe was stunned at first. Why was he the only one chosen among thousands of people?
But then, he suddenly thought of something.
Wang Lingtian's figure flashed past his eyes.
Could this be another arrangement of Wang Lingtian?
Seeing Ye Xinghe standing still, Qingxu snorted coldly: "What, are you stupid?"
"Hurry up and come in front of me!"
Ye Xinghe suddenly raised his head at this moment, not panicking, just showing a smile.
"What if I say no?"
At this moment, he had made a decision in his mind.
Even if I die here today, I will never willingly become a consumable for others to pay homage to the cauldron!
"You're brave and quite fat. It's exactly what Senior Brother Wang said!"
Qingxu said this without hesitation.
Obviously, he didn't care at all that Ye Xinghe knew the truth.
They are like ants, they just take revenge, what can they do?
What can we do if we know the truth?
At this time, Qingxu let out a chuckle.
His eyes were full of disdain: "Even if you are a formal disciple of the sect, you would not dare to disobey the person our ancestor likes, let alone you, a mere sword slave who has just started, come and die!"
The next moment, he flicked his right index finger seven times in a row.
And with these few movements, sword energy was generated out of thin air in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, there were actually seven hundred sword qi lingering around Ye Xinghe.
In an instant, a huge sword formation was formed, directly surrounding him.
No matter how much he rushed left and right inside, he would still be unable to break out of the formation.
Ye Xinghe was shocked.
What kind of wonderful weapon secret is this?
He felt that although Qingxu's strength was stronger than his own, it was not that strong.
But the secret method he used was extremely clever.
The next moment, Qingxu formed a sword formula with his fingers and pointed forward.
Those seven hundred sword energy instantly condensed into a mountain of swords, pressing down hard on Ye Xinghe's head!
Ye Xinghe found that he couldn't resist at all, and his body couldn't help but bend downwards after being pressed.
He roared wildly, gritting his teeth and hardening his bones, not wanting to lower his head at all!
"Oh, I'm still a tough guy. I just like to torture tough guys like you!"
Qingxu's delicate little face was full of ferocity.
He clicked his finger forward again.
In an instant, the pressure on the sword mountain doubled!
Ye Xinghe could no longer bear it at this time.
With a 'squeak' sound, he was directly pressed to the ground, and no one knew how many bones in his body were broken.
Those long swords, as if they had transformed into human forms, crushed his face and trampled him into the dust.
At this moment, Ye Xinghe felt extremely humiliated!
But at this moment, a cold snort suddenly came.
Ye Xinghe suddenly felt that the pressure on his body disappeared without a trace!
Qingxu groaned and leaned back, with blood flowing out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
Then, a sneer came.
"The person who came to Jiaziyuan to touch me, Qingxu, who gave you the courage?"
The visitor is none other than Zhao Huixuan!
He stared at Qingxu coldly without making any movement with his hands.
But that strong pressure made Qingxu unable to move.
Obviously, Zhao Huixuan's status is quite special.
Even this arrogant and arrogant Qingxu boy had a smile on his face when he saw him.
Qingxu bowed respectfully: "I have met my uncle!" "You still know that I am your elder?"