Chapter 539 Dog thing fire unicorn
Looking at Liao Wenjie riding away in the wind, standing majestically on the glacier, he had complicated thoughts and did not move for a long time.
After a stick of incense, a red light flashed at the entrance of Lingyun Cave, and a figure shot out of the air, flew across the water at low altitude, and fell to Xiong Ba's feet like water.
Nie Feng.
A handsome boy is a handsome boy, even if he is unconscious, even if he smells of burnt protein, and even if there is a black handprint on Xiaobai's face, it will not affect his long flowing hair.
Seeing that Liao Wenjie had not lied and had really sent his 'loved disciple' out, Xiongba immediately narrowed his eyes to cover up the cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"The roar of the dragon in the sky is shocking, and the wind and clouds will make you swim in the shallow water..."
Xiong Ba recited his criticisms for the rest of his life and sneered: "Only in the stormy times can the dragon swim in the shallows. If there is no storm, the dragon will always be the same dragon and will always be in the sky."
Just when Xiong Ba raised his hand to smash Nie Feng Tianling, he vaguely noticed a line of sight looking at him with pity. He frowned and looked towards the source. He only saw the giant Buddha looking into the distance, his eyes lowered, and his face was blank. Peaceful.
Xiong Ba's expression changed and he became suspicious. He suspected that Liao Wenjie was warning him.
On second thought, if Liao Wenjie didn't want Nie Feng to die, there was no reason to inform him of the criticism, let alone send Nie Feng to his feet who had no power to fight back.
To kill or not to kill?
Xiongba pondered for a moment and decided to observe Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun again. He was just criticizing them. There was no reason to destroy the two good knives he had cultivated for such illusory things.
"I, Xiongba, have achieved what I have achieved today, all because of self-improvement. All destiny and circumstances are all bullshit!"
After saying these harsh words, Xiong Ba kicked Nie Feng on the lower back, knocking him off the ice field and plopping him into the river.
"Gululu----"
Bang!
There was an explosion on the surface of the water. Nie Feng lay on the ice in a state of embarrassment. He blinked in confusion, his eyes focused on Xiong Ba's face, and he asked doubtfully: "Master, why are you here?"
"Evil disciple, you still dare to ask!"
Xiongba pointed his swords together and scolded: "My master asked you to find the Clay Bodhisattva, but I didn't let you fall into a trap. Why did you follow Emperor Shitian into Lingyun Cave? Do you know how much I paid to redeem you?" ?"
When he reached the point of extreme anger, Xiong Ba's face turned red. He lowered his head and covered his mouth and coughed a few times. His fingers spread out and his palms turned bright red.
With this acting skill, I will refuse to watch the next version of Fengyun without him playing himself!
"Master!!"
Nie Feng was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly stepped forward to help Xiong Ba, but was pushed away by the latter. He stood there aggrieved and at a loss.
Xiongba had a clear view of this scene and secretly thought that Nie Feng was stupid and ignorant. He could play with the applause with just a few tricks, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
Thinking of this, Xiong Ba's expression improved a lot: "Feng'er, why do you have such a coquettish posture? I am worried about your life and death for my teacher, and I am so angry that I can just spit out this blood."
"Master..."
When Nie Feng heard this, he felt even more regretful. Although he didn't know what Xiongba's so-called price was, he was so moved by the deep love of his master that he couldn't help but shed tears of dissatisfaction.
"The master of Tianxiahui Shenfeng Hall, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. Even if he cries like this, he is not afraid of being laughed at."
Xiongba snorted coldly, put on a strict teacher's attitude, raised his hand and patted Nie Feng on the shoulder: "Tell me, what kind of injustice did you suffer in Lingyun Cave? How can my disciple, Xiongba, let others bully him? He must repay it." return."
"Master, I have not been wronged."
Nie Feng said with an aggrieved look, recounting what happened in the past few days from beginning to end.
For example, Liao Wenjie's martial arts skills are rare in the world, such as the bones of his Nie family ancestors in the Lingyun Grotto, such as the Blood Bodhi, and the dog-like fire unicorn.
When mentioning the Fire Qilin, Nie Feng gritted his teeth and trembled with anger: "Although Senior Emperor Shitian has a weird temper, he still treats me very well. He guided me into Lingyun Cave to find the opportunities left by my ancestors, and gave me three pieces. Blood Bodhi is just in case something unexpected happens, and I only hate that piece of shit like Fire Qilin, it is simply... not human at all!"
Nie Feng is kind-hearted and has a gentle temperament. He can bully people, but it is really difficult for him to curse people. This sentence is something he came up with after much searching.
Xiongba rolled his eyes when he heard this, and he didn't care about Nie Feng even more. He said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, what happened, what did Fire Qilin do to you?"
"Master, don't be anxious, just listen to me slowly."
Nie Fengshen said mysteriously: "Master, you don't know that the famous Blood Bodhi can not only cure all kinds of diseases and improve one's skills, but also has the effect of filling the stomach. Just one pill can fill ten bowls of rice."
Xiongba: "..."
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but I haven’t seen him for a few days. Nie Feng is not the same Nie Feng as before. He is sick.
Crazy Nie.
"Senior Di Shitian gave me three Blood Bodhisattva and asked me to find my own opportunity. I knew that the Blood Bodhisattva had the miraculous effect of increasing my power, so I was reluctant to eat it and hid it in my arms, and then..."
Nie Feng looked miserable as he talked about the tragedy of being tortured into a dog by a dog in Lingyun Cave.
With three Blood Bodhis in hand, the first thing Nie Feng thought of was Shuangshi Chest and Yunshi Chest, which happened to be one for each of the three brothers.
Then I thought about it, there is also the gentle and lovely little wet girl Kong Ci, I can't treat one favorably.
But there were only three Blood Bodhis, and if they were given to Kong Ci, one of Qin Shuang and Bu Jingyun would not be able to taste the sweetness. The palms and backs of their hands were all flesh, and Nie Feng could not make a choice.
Just when he decided to give his Blood Bodhi to Kong Ci, he thought of the forgotten Xiongba again...
Three Blood Bodhisattva, five people, how can this be done?
Fire Qilin spoke up and came forward to help Nie Feng solve the problem. Dragon Crash + War Rhythm + Energy Pour, three consecutive moves, took away a Blood Bodhi from Nie Feng's hand.
The next day, with calm energy and ease, he repeated his old skills and took away another Blood Bodhi.
Today is the third day. Liao Wenjie caught Xiong Ba under the Giant Buddha, and Fire Qilin squeezed Nie Feng dry in Lingyun Cave, leaving the unlucky child hungry for three days.
"In other words, you didn't eat any of the three Blood Bodhisattva?"
Xiong Ba's eyes twitched, and when he saw Nie Feng nodding awkwardly, he shook his head speechlessly. The threat of Fengyunjihui was gone, and Nie Feng was unlikely to succeed, so it didn't matter if he left it alone.
"What about your Nie family's ancestral martial arts, the Six Aohan Jue and the Snow Drinking Knife?"
"..."
Nie Feng scratched his head and smiled, saying nothing.
The Snow Drinking Knife was in Liao Wenjie's hands. He had earned it from his labor and was a favor to the deceased King Nie and Nie Ying. Nie Feng had no way to snatch it, nor did he have the strength to snatch it.
As for the graves of the two of them, Lingyun Cave extended in all directions, and there were dogs watching eagerly. He ran wildly for three days without encountering a single grave.
The only good news is that in order to protect the Blood Bodhi, Fengshen's leg skills have greatly increased.
"Feng'er, you...you are such a good disciple."
Xiong Ba said something serious and said something that only he could understand. He didn't bother to look at Nie Feng, not to mention that he hadn't eaten or drank for three days. He only just drank a belly of water and turned around to go back to Tianxiahui.
"Wait a minute, Master."
Nie Feng quickly followed Xiong Ba: "Let's leave here. What will happen to the Clay Bodhisattva? Master is looking for him, isn't he?"
"Let's go..."
Xiong Ba sighed and said, "To redeem you, I swear to Emperor Shitian that I will never see a Clay Bodhisattva again in this life, otherwise I will be punished by God. Although it is an expedient measure, a true man keeps his promise, how can he break his word!"
"Master, you are so kind...it's all my disciples who fail to live up to expectations."
"Stop talking, it's better for you to be in peace than anything else."
"Master..."
Nie Feng lowered his head and felt deeply guilty, and secretly swore in his heart that if there was a chance, he would enter Lingyun Cave again and find a way to bring out the Clay Bodhisattva.
Or, Xiong Ba cannot see the Clay Bodhisattva, but he is not told that he cannot. If Xiong Ba wants to ask anything, he can just ask the Clay Bodhisattva instead.
…
In the secluded mountains and fields, strange peaks and mountains in the distance are looming in the clouds and mist.
As the sun rises, the fog dissipates slightly, and the majestic mountains and rivers replace the beautiful artistic conception.
This place has mountains and rivers at its back and a large lake in front. In this Feng Shui pattern of two dragons playing with a pearl, an inconspicuous thatched house is at the head of the dragon.
A group of more than ten people, all dressed in white and wearing linen and mourning, came with swords on their backs.
The leading young man had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and his facial features were vaguely distinguishable. He was once a pretty boy with delicate features.
Dugu Ming.
On the day of Dugu Yifang's sixtieth birthday, he hurriedly hurried and finally arrived at Wushuang City during meal time.
After entering the city, Dugu Ming laughed loudly. He couldn't laugh himself, so he asked his subordinate Jingqi to laugh with him. After receiving the news of Dugu Fang's death, he couldn't laugh anymore.
The court is full of filial piety, the father is kind and the son is filial.
Literally speaking, Dugu Ming was indeed a filial son. Looking at Dugu Fang's body with his head missing, he burst into tears and vowed to kill Xiong Ba and Bu Jingyun so that the world would pay with blood.
Unfortunately……
Without Dugu's suppression, Dugu Ming could not replace his father's position regardless of his martial arts or prestige. He was ignored by a group of second-in-commands and became a dispensable former young city lord.
Everyone only talked about the funeral and never mentioned how to take revenge on Tianxiahui. What's more, after the first leg survived the poisoned wine, the second leg had the idea of turning to Tianxiahui.
When everyone has their own ideas, Wushuang City is no longer Wushuang City, but a piece of loose sand. As long as the world knows how to hook its hands, it will move closer with its tail wagging.
The worst thing was that Dugu Ming found out that someone wanted to imitate Prime Minister Cao and held the emperor hostage to order the princes. He was so angry that he almost fainted on the spot.
Fortunately, the emperor of the Han family was weak, and Dugu Ming was much stronger. At least he could protect himself with his fists and kicks. He gathered several loyal generals and fought his way out of Wushuang City to the secluded place of the Sword Master.
"Uncle!!"
"Senior Sword Master!" xN
Dugu Ming took the lead, and a group of more than ten people knelt down in front of the hut, crying as hard as they could.
"Uncle, my father is dead. He was killed by traitors from the Tianxiahui. His head was missing and he died miserably!"
"Wushuang City is full of ruthless people, and now we are the only ones left!"
"Uncle, you must uphold justice for us and avenge Wushuang City and my father!!!"
"Uncle————"
Amid a heartbreaking moment, 'Sword Master' Dugu Jian came out after calling for thousands of times, expressionlessly looking at the row of people kneeling in front of him.
An old man with white hair and beard had not left the world for many years. His face was cold, his heart was cold, and his spirit was cold, as if the dead man was just a passerby and had nothing to do with him.
"Uncle..."
Seeing the appearance of the Sword Master, Dugu Ming howled and cried bitterly while telling what happened in Wushuang City.
"My father's head was taken away by Bu Jingyun and rewarded by the World Congress. The unparalleled sword that suppressed a city was taken away by a strange man. His whereabouts are still unknown..."
Dugu Ming cried until he lost his voice: "Wushuang City is gone, and everyone can... let others bully me!"
"wack……"
The Sword Master's turbid eyes flashed with light, and as his eyelids slowly opened, his whole body's energy and energy changed drastically, as if the divine blade was unsheathed and the sword energy soared into the sky.
"The weirdo you mentioned is dressed in red and holding a red umbrella."
Is this the Juggernaut?
So scary! !
Dugu Ming was horrified, kowtowed repeatedly and said: "Uncle's magical power is unparalleled, and his miraculous eyes can be seen thousands of miles away. Just as the uncle said, that weirdo really looks like this."
"Anything about unparalleled supernatural powers, or being able to see thousands of miles away, is all nonsense, but these two tricks are not blind."
The sword master snorted coldly and looked at the water of the lake.
There, there was a man in red, holding an umbrella in one hand and an unparalleled sword in the other.
Come walking on the water.
There are two chapters left, I’m writing them, and I’ll post them together tomorrow morning.