"You are mentally ill!" Bei Xiongwu cursed unceremoniously: "We have worked hard for eighty years and finally became the king of the world. It is the time to enjoy victory. Everything in this world, you and I, decide with one word, no matter what.
Is it happy? Why seek death?"
"Hahaha..." The voice laughed loudly: "So you will never be as good as Song Zheng."
"So what?" Bei Xiongwu said proudly: "He died in the depths of the Nine Abyss, but I became the king of the world step by step!"
The voice seemed uninterested in this: "Okay, I'm leaving, you have to be ready."
When he left, a trace of anger flashed in Bei Xiongwu's eyes: You are just a lost dog, but you dare to laugh at me! After tomorrow, I will find an opportunity to kill you too.
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The night passed quickly, and when the sun rose, the Holy Capital City located on the high Lingjue Cliff was shrouded in a veil-like white mist.
Lingjue Cliff is 1,800 feet high. The wind is as strong as a knife all year round, and the huge snow particles blown by it are like steel pellets. The surface of the cliff here is full of craters.
Before Du Twelve, no one had ever thought of building a city here. Although everyone knew that the three thousand miles around Lingjue Cliff were extremely rich in various mineral deposits.
The environment here is really too dangerous, and there are all kinds of strange and rare spiritual beasts, all of which are as powerful as immortal saints.
But after leaving Piaomiao City, Du Twelve considered again and again and chose to build the city here. Without him, he had the courage to deal with Qiu Changtian.
Only by building this city can you prove that you, Qiu Changtian, are already the best weapons master in the world, or at least a weapons master that you don't want to compete with that guy Xuan Zhigu.
Qiu Changtian held back his energy and spent three years building this holy capital city, which shocked the world. Then Fatty Qiu ran away in Changshuang. He couldn't stay in such a miserable place.
The Holy City is booming in wealth.
In addition to those mineral deposits, Du Twelve used the unique spiritual beasts around to cook various elixirs and elixirs, which were sold all over the world at high prices.
If only in terms of wealth, he is second to none among the old and new forces who can reach the level of "Holy Lord".
Even Bei Xiongwu, who possesses the art of nectar, is not as good as him.
This morning, he stood on the highest "Viewing the Sky Terrace" in the Holy Capital City, thinking quietly. Behind him stood a woman with a slim figure and not a stunning appearance, but she had a certain charm. The more she looked at her, the more attractive she became.
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This is Bai Xin, the only disciple he accepted thirty years ago. However, in the past ten years, the relationship between the two has undergone subtle changes. Bai Xin is actually his wife, but she has not announced it to the public.
The sun is rising higher and higher, and the white fog around the Holy City is being dispersed.
Bai Xin finally asked: "You haven't decided whether to go or not?"
Du Twelve shook his head gently: "If I had just come out of Piaomiao City, I would have gone there without hesitation. But now... behind me is the entire Holy Capital City.
Beixiong Wu has already established his wings, and this time he is planning carefully, and his plan is definitely not as simple as Su Yunji. He is afraid that there will be a big war.
Although he has concealed himself very well over the years, we all know that he has already colluded with the old forces.
If I go, the Holy Capital City will cease to exist once the battle is defeated. These people who come to the Holy Capital City are all poor people. If they can't survive, who would be willing to come to such a dangerous place? I can't bear to harm them."
Although protected by the Holy Capital City, the area around Lingjue Cliff is still very dangerous, and every time you leave the city to mine, you run the risk of never returning.
Half of the residents in the Holy Capital City are desperadoes striving for wealth, but the other half are miserable people who can no longer survive and come here to earn a future for their descendants.
Bai Xin walked to the edge of the rooftop viewing platform, stood side by side with him, and gently held her hand: "No matter what you decide, I will face it with you."
Du Twelve showed a smile, thought for a while and said: "No matter how I deal with it this time, we will hold a wedding afterwards, and I must give you a title."
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Today's Xionghu City looks peaceful. Those people who are running around for a living have been waiting behind the city gate early in the morning and flocked out as soon as the city gate was opened. They are as busy as ever.
But those who are careful will find that there are powerful life soul warriors hidden in the dark near each city gate, watching them. They seem to be waiting for someone.
When the city gate opened, a motorcade entered the city outside the east gate and went straight to the most lively "Wanhua Building" in the city. This is the center of the entire Xionghu City. It consists of a total of seven tall buildings, with flying buttresses in front of each other.
Connected by wooden bridges, there are all kinds of food, drinks and entertainment inside, and they are all the top places in Xionghu City.
Su Yunji's motorcade entered the Wanhua Building and booked the "Top of Ten Thousand Mountains" teahouse on the top floor of the central main building. Everyone else was on guard downstairs. She sat alone by the window, almost waiting.
It was almost noon and no one came.
Bei Xiongwu's spy kept reporting back: "No one is coming."
"It's almost midnight and no one has come yet."
Gui Shenjing accompanied Bei Xiongwu to drink and wait in the mansion. He couldn't suppress his joy: "Sure enough, no one will come. This Su Yunji is just a paper tiger, she can be broken with just one poke, hahaha!"
At this moment, the informant at the North City Gate quickly sent back the news: "Someone was running from outside the North Gate with a knife, as fast as a galloping horse, with gray mist like a dragon behind him!"
Zhao Mang held the knife in one arm and ran like a gray lightning, rushing into Xionghu City in an instant. He glanced around and saw the Soul Warrior arranged by Bei Xiongwu in the North City Gate to capture the little boy.
He grabbed it like a chicken and asked: "I want to ask you a way: How to get to Wanhua Tower?"
After a while, Zhao Mang sat down in front of Su Yunji, his knife stuck in the downstairs, like a huge ancient monument! He asked angrily: "If there is anything delicious, bring some as soon as possible, and run over here overnight,
I’m about to starve to death.”
Su Yunji showed a smile: "Guan Bao, you will never be as good as the young master and lady."
"That's true." Zhao Mang grinned: "It's easy for me to kill."
In the city lord's mansion, God Gui was surprised: "Someone is really coming."
Bei Xiongwu didn't care: "He's just a reckless man. He only has one crippled arm and is of no great use."
But Gui Shenjing had lost confidence and was restless: "Brother, will anyone come?"
Bei Xiongwu glanced at him: "Calm down! Sit tight, no matter who comes today, your wife is destined to be married."
Gui Shenjing slowly sat back down, still feeling a little unsteady.
Half an hour later, Zhao Mang ate all the food in front of him, wiped his mouth and cursed: "Am I the only one among these bastards who has not changed his mind?"
A voice came from far outside the city: "Zhao Mang, who are you? Do you dare to be behind my back? Are you impatient?"
Zhao Mang raised his eyebrows: "Fat Qiu, are you running slowly because you are too heavy?"
Qiu Changtian walked into Xionghu City with Ming Yuanyuan, and coldly snorted: "You are so disabled that you still have the nerve to call me fat? At least I have a wife, and you are still an old bachelor!"
Zhao Mang suddenly lost the courage to fight back, scratched his head angrily, and muttered: "This damn fat man is so annoying... I don't know how many beautiful women have come forward to come to me over the years, but I have driven them away with a knife.
It's none of your business to be single because of your strength, huh!"
Not long after Qiu Changtian and Ming Yuanyuan arrived, Huang Shan arrived. He took Zhilian with him. The two of them winked and wanted to tell everyone that the master was back, but the master refused to let him know. Huang Shan was so suffocated that he almost lost his breath.
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Song Zheng had actually arrived a long time ago and was sitting in Wanhua Tower, watching with cold eyes.
Wang Jiu held a candied haws in each hand, eating one for himself and feeding the other to Ya Xiaoyan. He asked coquettishly: "Scholar, who do you think will come and who won't come?"
Song Zheng was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Su Yunji ordered someone to prepare lunch and send it to the top of Wanshan Mountain. As soon as she finished eating, a voice sounded: "It's a step too late." But it was Zhang Donglai.
His cultivation is actually the strongest among all the saints present.
Song Zheng watched from afar, and thought for a moment that it was reasonable. Zhang Donglai's qualifications were already very good, and he was a pure soul warrior. He didn't want Qiu Changtian and the others to have other priorities. Huang Shan and Zhao Mang had checked better than him.
One chip.
Miao Yun'er carefully stole a candied fruit from the table and stuffed it into her mouth. It was sour and sweet and delicious.
As a result, Pan Feiyi quietly slapped her hand. Miao Yun'er took a hint from her and glanced at Song Zheng. The scholar's face was not very good-looking, but it was not because of her stealing, but because of Zhang Donglai.
Miao Yun'er shrank her neck and hid behind Pan Feiyi. Pan Feiyi glared at her with hatred: "You are a weakling."
After Zhang Dong arrived, no one came until almost evening.
Song Xiaotian counted on his fingers: "There are still Du Twelve and Xuan Zhigu who haven't come yet."
Song Zheng shook his head gently. Eighty years would indeed change many people. He was about to stand up when he saw a figure. The man walked unhurriedly to the top of Wanshan Mountain, sat down and said: "Come on
It's a little late, and here's Bei Xiongwu, let's go and beat him into a pig's head."
He waved and called the woman standing outside the door in: "Let me introduce you, this is Bai Xin, your future sister-in-law."
Qiu Changtian sneered: "You are an old and ungrateful thing. You are an old cow eating young grass. How can you do it to your own apprentice?"
Du Twelve was already prepared to be ridiculed by Fatty Qiu, and said shamelessly: "You should ask her how she managed to attack her master."
Bai Xin smiled and said: "Old and strong, quite chewy."
Qiu Changtian was defeated: "Okay, you two are a great master and disciple."
Everyone did not speak. Eighty years ago, they knew that one day they would part ways. There were footsteps outside again, and Bei Xiongwu walked in with a smile: "Very good, it has been many years since we all got together like this."
Already."
Zhao Mang said unceremoniously: "We will fight until we die!"