Yan Xiaotang ignored the long sword in his throat, just looked at Su Baiyi in the iron cage curiously, and said to himself: "It's really amazing. Rather than being obsessed, it's better to say that it is real like this now.
he."
Nangong Xi'er gently raised her sword: "What are you talking about?"
"His name is Yan Xiaotang. He used to be called Tang Xiaoyan. He was one of the most outstanding disciples of the Tang Sect. When he was in the Tang Sect, he was in the Huisheng Sect and treated many Tang Sect members who went crazy." A voice suddenly came from behind them.
After hearing the news, Nangong Xi'er raised her head and saw a man in golden clothes slowly walking toward them.
"Don't ask." Nangong Xi'er said angrily, "What are your intentions?"
"Miss Nangong, the city lord has no ill intentions." Zhao Xiaqiu walked beside Mo Wen and said in a deep voice.
Nangong Xi'er raised her sword towards Zhao Xiaqiu again: "Junior brother and I chose to believe you, but you actually deceived us."
Zhao Xiaqiu shook his head: "Miss Nangong misunderstood."
"I misunderstood you." Nangong Xi'er swung a sword at Zhao Xiaqiu. Zhao Xiaqiu frowned slightly and nodded to avoid the sword energy. Nangong Xi'er immediately withdrew to the edge of the iron cage.
It was a sword aimed at the iron cage. But there was only a "clang" sound, and only a white mark was left on the iron cage. The Good Man's Sword is also one of the most amazing swords in the world, but it cannot cause any damage to the iron cage.
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"This cage is made of black iron. It cost me a lot of gold. How can it be broken with just one punch and one sword?" Mo Wen said with a smile, and walked slowly to Nangong Xi'er's side, "Miss Nangong,
Be patient and don't be impatient."
With a "bang" sound, Su Baiyi punched the cage, and the iron rod made of black iron actually protruded outward.
Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, looked down at the iron rod, and sighed: "In terms of strength alone, I am not as good as him now."
"Drink!" Su Baiyi bared his teeth and shouted at Mo Wen.
"Maybe Miss Nangong doesn't believe it. Back then, I saw people who were as obsessed with Master Su as they are now, and I even almost lost my life at their hands." Mo Wen patted the iron railing, "That was in my life.
Nightmare days."
Nangong Xi'er raised her sword and pointed it at Mo and asked, "What is the relationship between those people and Su Baiyi?"
"They all practice the same martial arts." Mo Wen replied.
"Book of Immortals?" Nangong Xi'er asked confused.
"Yes, Immortal Book." Mo Wen nodded.
"Since practicing the Immortal Book will make you look like a human being or a ghost, then why do all the sects want to get it so much?" Nangong Xi'er frowned.
"Because there are four of them who are the leaders of these people. Those people are dressed in white, their feet are in the clouds, their faces are as handsome as jade, and their voices are as clear as the moon. Their wisdom is far beyond ordinary people, they talk well, and they claim to have lived two hundred years.
Yu Sui." Mo Wen said slowly.
"Are you talking about the Immortal?" Nangong Xi'er thought for a while and replied.
Mo Wen looked around the iron cage at the grinning Su Baiyi, pacing slowly: "Back then, on the coast of the South China Sea, between the clouds and mist, an island that had never appeared before suddenly appeared. The vegetation on the island was lush, and there were trees in the sky.
Surrounded by skylarks, it was as misty as a fairyland. At first, people thought it was just a mirage, but the island got closer and closer. Finally, one day, the island leaned on the shore. The people I mentioned walked down on it.
, with white clothes like snow and a face like the bright moon, he is just like the immortal in the painting. The people on the coast of the South China Sea thought that the immortal was coming and knelt down to worship him. And those people called themselves visitors from Yingzhou."
"Yingzhou? One of the five legendary mountains?" Nangong Xi'er asked.
"Yes. But what the immortals say, the Taoists are willing to believe, but how can we, the charlatans, believe it? When we hear these rumors, we just think that they are some charlatans who have used some tricks on the coast of the South China Sea. But it was not until later that Yingzhou
As the power gradually expanded from the shores of the South China Sea, we realized that something was wrong. The legendary immortals should have mercy on the world, but these visitors from Yingzhou seemed noble and noble, but in fact they were cold-blooded and cruel. Anyone who disobeyed orders would be killed.
Su Han was the first person to realize that these visitors from Yingzhou were terrifying, so he secretly summoned elite experts from various major sects and went to the coast of the South China Sea."
"Weilong Alliance?" Nangong Xi'er's back was dripping with cold sweat. She felt that Mo Wen was telling herself a terrible truth through his understatement.
"It's the Weilong Alliance, but it's different from what is said now. The alliance at that time was extremely secretive. The first reason was that it involved ghosts and gods, so they were afraid of causing chaos in the world, and the second reason was that they were afraid of alerting others. However, those immortals
It's far more terrifying than imagined. Except for Su Han, who is number one in the world, and the old city lord of Jimo, the Sword Immortal, none of us are a match for those four immortals, and I am not even a match for those monsters who have lost their minds." Mo.
Ask pointed at Su Baiyi, "There are dozens of such monsters."
"But the Weilong Alliance, isn't it an alliance to conquer the Demon Sect?" Nangong Xi'er's face was gloomy.
Mo Wen curled his lips and continued: "We were considered good players in the major sects at that time, but we were defeated in the first battle. After that, Su Han wrote a letter and sent someone to invite the Confucian Sage of the Academy and the Taoist Master of the Heavenly Master's Palace.
Jun, and Nangong Yunhuo, the leader of the Tianmen Holy Sect, came to help. The Tianmen Holy Sect where Nangong Yunhuo is located is not far from the coast of the South China Sea, so he came with all the elites. Without them, the war would probably have been ours.
The loser. Yan Xiaotang, can you see clearly from such a distance? Do you want to get closer?"
"It's almost done." Yan Xiaotang stretched out his hand, and a silver needle flew out of his hand, scratched Su Baiyi's cheek and nailed it to the pillar. He took out a small wooden cup from his arms,
He handed it to Zhao Xiaqiu and said, "Help me remove the needle."
Nangong Xi'er glanced at Yan Xiaotang outside the house, then at Mo Wen: "What next?"
"Don't be anxious, the story will eventually be told, and your days in Castlevania will be long." Mo Wen gently pressed the sword in Nangong Xi'er's hand, "We can talk slowly."
"Why are you telling me this?" Nangong Xi'er asked tremblingly.
"Because I do all kinds of evil in Castlevania." Mo Wen said something incomprehensible.
"I don't understand." Nangong Xi'er shook her head.
"Shanglin Tiangong believes that all the stories turned into what they are now are the greatest kindness to the world." Mo Wen turned around and walked outside the house, "I don't need these kindnesses, so the stories I tell here are for you to listen to.
It looks like Mr. Su is tired, let him have a good sleep."
"Follow the Lord's order." Yan Xiaotang threw a bullet into the iron cage. The smoke filled the air. When it dispersed again, Su Baiyi had already fallen asleep in it. Zhao Xiaqiu walked to the side of the house and pulled the
An iron chain pulled up the cage. Nangong Xi'er hurriedly walked in, checked Su Baiyi's breathing, and found that he was really just asleep.