Qu Xiantian sneered. If the old man wants to destroy him, he must first make him crazy. Old bastard, your death is not far away.
...
Outside Luolongpo, there are Twin Peaks.
The Book Sage and Huang Ya Taoist each stood on the top of a mountain peak, no more than a hundred meters apart, looking at each other from a distance.
Under the Twin Peaks, countless people were watching the battle.
"On one side is one of the four saints, and on the other side is one of the three great casual cultivators. I don't know which one is stronger and which one is weaker!"
"I bet on the sage of calligraphy. His pen writes about the Spring and Autumn Period. His pen touches the wind and rain. No one can match him. He is said to be able to follow his words!"
"That's not true. Taoist Huang Ya has a flying knife that kills gods with one hand, and he is always in trouble. He has never failed!"
"In short, this is definitely a battle of epic proportions."
On the top of the mountain three to five miles away from the Twin Peaks, Count Dante stood with his hands behind his hands, looking in the direction of the Twin Peaks and muttering to himself: "Both of them are the enemies of the organization, and I hope they can both lose."
the other side.
On a peak, several men and women stood, each of them breathing extremely deep and long.
These people are all the controllers of the great clans in the Northern Wilderness.
"What do you think of the victory of this battle?" an old man asked, a great elder from a wealthy clan in the Northern Wilderness.
"The two of them will definitely not go all out. They should just compete for a while. Don't forget, Count Dante is still here. If they both lose, the consequences will be serious."
"I think so too."
Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.
Finally, the old man looked at the man in green on the edge of the cliff and asked, "Qu Taixu, what do you think?"
"Just stand and watch. How else can you watch?"
Qu Taixu smiled.
Everyone didn't react at all. They were no longer surprised. They all knew Qu Taixu's temperament. He was wild and uninhibited when he was young. Now he is in his forties and almost fifty and has not changed.
"Taixu, has Xianzhen really fallen?" a middle-aged woman asked.
These words made the atmosphere depressing.
The old man said: "Ji Tinglan and Liang Xiao join forces, and given that Qu Xiantian has been trapped for half a month and has run out of gas, it is really possible..."
"Speaking of what happened to your son, why don't you care at all?"
Qu Taixu turned around and said calmly: "It's not like I was killed by someone from the older generation. What could I do if I was fucked to death by my peers? Could it be possible that I ran to the Ji family and the Liang family pinched Ji Tinglan and Liang Xiao to death? I am not Shi
The chief elder of the clan has no shame to do such a thing."
The middle-aged woman said: "Even so, I still have to ask."
The corner of Qu Taixu's mouth raised, and he said playfully: "You can't do it. You are still thinking about the first level, and I am already on the third level. The more I don't move, the calmer the Qu family becomes, and the more panicked the Ji family and the Liang family become.
All day long. This kind of psychological shock is very fun."
Everyone looked at each other in shock.
The old man smiled and said: "Indeed, the Ji family and the Liang family have been inquiring about the Qu family these days, and they even found me, but I ignored them."
Qu Taixu waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to it, let the matter continue to ferment."
"boom."
As he spoke, two powerful auras shot up to the sky from the Twin Peaks side, shattering the clouds and turning into pillars of air that lingered for a long time.
this moment.
The Book Sage and the Yellow Crow Taoist took action together.
I saw a bronze pen in the hand of the calligrapher, writing the word "zhen" with flying dragons and phoenixes out of thin air.
This big character appears horizontally in the air, like a hundred thousand mountains, suppressing the Yellow Crow Taoist.
However, Taoist Huang Ya calmly took off the golden gourd hanging from his waist, lifted it up, faced the Book Sage with the mouth of the gourd, and shouted solemnly: