Chapter 277
There are those who are friendly to the human race, and there are those who look on indifferently.
But no matter what your attitude is, when you enter Tingchao Tower, you must abide by the rules of Tingchao Tower.
"So, you are all half-demon?" Jiang Chen looked around carefully and sighed inwardly.
This time he stabbed the monster's nest...
There were hundreds of people present, and most of them had greatly changed their appearance.
"That's not entirely true." Shunfeng Er pointed at himself.
As the person who introduced Jiang Chen to Tingchao Tower, he was actually a pure-blooded human race like Jiang Chen. However, he had extraordinary ears and talents since he was a child. In addition, he later practiced specialized martial arts. He was considered to be one of the few special ones among the human race. constitution.
"Xiaodie...you should have noticed that she is a painted-skinned demon. She usually only wears a layer of man's skin."
"And Shi Lei..." Shunfeng Er pointed at the two-meter-tall burly man with stone-like skin huddled in the corner of the crowd:
"He's a half-stone demon."
"What is a half-stone demon?" Jiang Chen became more and more confused.
This so-called stone demon should be a spirit monster transformed from stone.
Half-demon is the hybrid descendant of human and demon.
As for the half-stone demon?
"I advise you not to delve into this issue." Shunfeng Er glanced at the two-meter-tall man and saw that he was drunk and his eyes were blurred, so he whispered:
"I heard that a scholar encountered a heavy rain on his way to take an exam, so he rested in a cave he passed..."
"That stone mountain is his mother..."
Jiang Chen:
He felt that his brain was a little weak today.
Anyway.
Tingchao Tower is a place where such a group of strange people live together.
They have no real position, and if they do have one, it is only on two sides.
"So that's it. This must be the reason why Tingchao Tower is still standing today." Jiang Chen thought thoughtfully.
Don't fight for hegemony, don't be a monster, just listen silently to the ebb and flow of the world.
Tingchao Tower is not a pure martial arts force.
But then he thought about it... It is said that in the ancient times, the demon clan was once able to compete with the human race cultivators, but later it was no longer the same.
Whether it is for human cultivators or human warriors, monsters and beasts are treasures.
The former can be used to refine a magic weapon from the body of a great demon, and the latter... the demon beast has strong energy and blood, which is far superior to that of a mortal martial artist. Naturally, it is also a great tonic and beneficial to the advancement of martial arts.
"Jiang Chen." Shunfeng Er reminded:
"It's rare to see the original poster. If you have any other questions in your mind, you can also ask them."
After Shunfeng'er was treated so little, Jiang Chen remembered the reason why he was brought to the main building of Tingchao Building by Shunfeng'er.
When revising the martial arts rankings, he had objections to the presence of many half-demon tyrants on the strength rankings. He questioned the value of the strength rankings and doubted whether Qingli, the demon spearman who ranked first on the strength rankings, was qualified to compete with Jian Banxian, Yan Taizu, etc. People are juxtaposed.
Looking back now...this power list is almost turning into a demon list, which is naturally related to the fact that Tingchao Tower is a half-demon force.
"When Wu Shengren didn't destroy Tingchao Tower, could it be because there were masters in the building that Wu Shengren was afraid of?" Jiang Chen expressed the doubt in his heart.
"In today's world, how can it be so easy to live in peace with the world?" This time, the host Nian Chaosheng said it himself:
"If you don't have the ability to protect yourself, you won't even be qualified to sit quietly in a corner and listen to the tide."
The poster said these words of Chaosheng, which can be regarded as a disguised admission.
Jiang Chen couldn't help but scan the surrounding area.
Although these half-demon claim to be useless and mediocre people with no ambitions.
But if they were really all trash, how could they survive as half-demon in today's troubled times?
I can't be the only one who is really mediocre...Jiang Chen couldn't help but have this thought passing through his mind.
After a long time, where are these half-monsters in Versailles?
It may be true that you have no ambition, but you must have the ability to protect yourself.
"Master, Tingchao Tower's strength list is almost the same as the demon list. Is this biased?" Jiang Chen asked again:
"Is that Demon Spear Qingli really qualified to stand alongside Jian Banxian, Yan Taizu and others?"
"Oh? Are you questioning the Wulin Ranking?" Nian Chaosheng said with a smile:
"The half-demon in this world regards himself as a human being and practices mortal martial arts. Why can't he be on the force list?"
"How different are the special physiques of the human race from those of people with the blood of the demon race?"
"Don't talk about these trivial matters and have another drink."
"Today is the day for drinking, so be drunk before you stop!"
Nian Chaosheng raised his wine glass and leaned against the railing, looking at the sea of clouds outside the railing rising and falling like waves, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
got windy.
He turned his back to everyone, and his robes undulated with the surge of clouds and mist.
"Today's world is undergoing major changes that have not been seen in many years."
"The demon clan is hidden between the Hundred Thousand Mountains in the southwest and the vast overseas islands. It has long been no longer the protagonist of this world. The human race cultivators are the masters of this world."
"It's just that the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths have controlled this world for a long time, and the Ten Earths have fallen. Only the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect is left standing, and how long can they stand?"
"Where to go in the future?"
"The founder of the Great Yan Kingdom, who has lived for three hundred years on earth, reappeared, holding the Human King Sword in his hand to intimidate the immortal sect."
"Martial Saint has been dormant for many years, and finally he has the potential to swallow up the sky with gluttony."
"Although the Sword Banished Immortal had a sword that soared to the sky for a moment, its body is now completely destroyed. I don't know if it will ever be unsheathed."
"There are also the most mysterious Qiao family members, who seem to have jumped out of the cracks in the rocks." Speaking of this, Nian Chaosheng had a rather strange look on his face.
Tingchao Tower is very transcendent, and the storytellers in the building are many strange people with clairvoyance and ears.
Therefore, Tingchao Tower’s intelligence capabilities are extremely strong and can be said to be all-encompassing.
For example, the secrets in the Baili Desert are top-secret information brought back by the storyteller Clairvoyant who personally visited the front lines of the battlefield.
They know a lot.
But the more I knew, the more I felt that the Qiao family was too bizarre and too unexpected.
"Don't talk about the Qiao family... just talk about Yan Taizu, Jian Banxian, Wu Shengren..."
"Martial arts leaders from multiple eras have coexisted for a lifetime. Is this a counterattack of human destiny, or is it the last twilight?"
Nian Chaosheng raised his wine glass and did not drink with the many guests behind him. Instead, he looked at the vast sea of clouds in front of him and the vast land under the sea of clouds.
"The group of godly immortal monks from Yanshen Dao in Southeast Prefecture always talk about the impending disaster. Could it be that they are involved in this battle between immortals and mortals?"
"I just don't know who is in charge of the ups and downs of this vast land?"
Nian Chaosheng raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.
He is a follower of trends in the world. Although he also likes to hear about the decline of the Nine Immortal Sects, in the final analysis, victory or defeat has nothing to do with him. What he cares about most is...whether the process is wonderful and interesting.
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Qiao Mu and his party walked through the mountains and forests, passing through the lofty mountains. After many days, they finally saw the boundary marker on the roadside.
There are three characters for Southwest Prefecture on the boundary monument. Entering from here is the land of Southwest Prefecture.
"Southwestern State? I heard that this place is mountainous, vast and sparsely populated. The name of the immortal sect that occupies this place is Yunxiao Sect?" Qiao Mu asked casually:
"Hai Siyuan, do you know anything about Yunxiao Sect?"
Although their profession is not to find trouble with the Immortal Sect, but now that Jiuzhou is in chaos, they must be prepared to become enemies of the Immortal Sect monks.
"Yunxiao Sect." Li Changshi, who was next to him, spoke first:
"I heard that the name of the Yunxiao Sect is taken from the meaning of 'a feather in the eternal clouds'."
"Today's nine major immortal sects each have their own strengths. Zhongzhou Daodao Sect is good at the method of refining Taoist weapons. Among the many Taoist methods, "Bean Breaks the Sky" is the most respected."
"The monks of the Yunxiao Sect are good at controlling beasts. Among them, the top Taoist method, I heard, is called..."
Qiao Mu thought thoughtfully: Could this Yunxiao Sect's unique skill of controlling beasts be called... unscientific controlling beasts?
"'The blood of the beast is boiling.'" Li Changshi said seriously.
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PS: There is a clerical error in the previous chapter. The "Southeast State" mentioned should be "Southwestern State". It has been modified. This name also got me involved...
The Yan Shinto in the southeast, the Xuantian Sect in Nanzhou, and the Yunxiao Sect in the southwest.
.There should be a second chapter later, maybe around 12 midnight or later. You don’t have to wait for the update. I don’t know when it will come out.
Chapter 281 Old Friend (4k
The southwest state boundary marker is not far away.
Next to a checkpoint on the edge of the official road.
A giant tiger with two wings on its back and a body length of three to four meters was snoring in the shade under the tree.
Next to the giant tiger, a thin, dark young man about twenty years old was holding his nose and shoveling the giant tiger's feces, and found a place to bury it nearby.
"The more they eat, the more they poop. What a bunch of beasts they are."
The thin, dark young man couldn't help but mumble.
"Xiao Chen, I advise you not to talk nonsense." A middle-aged skinny man sitting next to the sleeping giant tiger was grooming the giant tiger. Hearing the words, he warned;
"The flying tiger raised by the Immortal of the Yunxiao Sect is a spiritual beast and is human."
"If he eats you later, where will you complain?"
This checkpoint is located not far from the boundary monument of Southwest State and near the official road. It can be regarded as one of the important routes from neighboring places into Southwest State.
At present, the Southwest State is in chaos and has lost contact with Zhongzhou, and this simple checkpoint... called a checkpoint, is actually only two or three wooden houses, which is very simple.
Although it is called a sentinel, the thin, dark young man in the sentinel cannot be regarded as a sentinel. He is just a beast slave who shovels shit and feeds flying tigers.
The same goes for the middle-aged man next to him.
There are no sentries in this checkpoint. The person responsible for detecting the enemy in this checkpoint is actually the giant tiger sleeping soundly under the tree.
"You've eaten more than us, why can't I complain?" The thin, dark young man glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was getting thicker, and when he saw the sleeping giant tiger starting to get up, he knew in his heart that it was almost time for dinner.
Turning back into the wooden house, he quickly carried a large bucket of meat over and started feeding the tiger.
"Tsk, tsk, Xiao Chen, you look thin, but you are really strong. How can you lift such a big bucket of meat with one hand?" The skinny middle-aged man next to him praised.
"You're so strong that you can't use it like a bird? Didn't you get caught and shovel shit for this beast?" The thin black young man obviously had a bad temper.
"Not just shoveling poop? These two beasts need us to take care of everything, groom them, feed them, and give them fucking massages according to Professor Xianchang's techniques... I have never had anyone massage me in my life. "Halfway through the words of the skinny middle-aged man, his eyes suddenly froze and fell on the meat bucket in the hand of the skinny black young man.
"This barrel of meat of yours seems to be the last barrel, right? There seems to be no more in the warehouse?" The skinny middle-aged man's voice suddenly became softer.
"It's gone. We don't have anything to eat tonight, so we have to drink from the northwest wind." The thin, dark young man spoke angrily.
"It's not just that we drink from the northwest wind... This beast is easier to get along with on weekdays. If it's hungry or desperate, it will eat people." The skinny middle-aged man was about to break out in a cold sweat.
"Are they really cannibals? Where are the immortals of the Yunxiao Sect? Did they raise them?" The thin, dark young man was surprised and asked with a frown.
"The Immortal Chief of the Yunxiao Sect has always seen the beginning but not the end of the dragon. It takes a long time to retreat for a while, and it is difficult to arrive on time." The middle-aged man also frowned:
"The last time he appeared was half a month ago, right? No wonder all the meat in the cellar was eaten by this beast."
The two beast slaves looked at each other for a long time, their brows gradually tightening.
Feihu next to him was still feasting on the bucket of meat, and didn't seem to notice anything strange about the two of them.
"How about we run away and call the third brother?" the thin black young man asked tentatively.
"Run? You think this flying tiger is blind. This spiritual tiger has human nature. If you really ran, you would have entered his stomach." The skinny middle-aged man shook his head and said: