Chapter 986 Emperor Hanging
"Don't talk too much nonsense with him."
"Hurry and take him and see if the bitch shows up."
The woman wearing a bell on her wrist walked to the door of the teahouse and blocked the swarthy man's approach.
A pair of gorgeous eyes looked at him carefully.
It was as if he wanted to see through what was different about this man.
When she moved to the ordinary face, the woman curled her lips coldly: "In the past few days, I have observed that he is either handling cases or mediating, just trivial things."
"She can really get her hands on anything."
"Such a boring ant can hook up and play with it."
Long Qi had already taken off his Taoist attire and changed back to his appearance as a young master.
He said calmly: "The first-class warriors in the Forbidden Land are not unbearable. To be able to reach this stage at the age of thirty is a genius outside. It's a pity..."
"Genius is just the threshold to see me."
Shou He, who was holding the Blood Divine Halberd tightly, stared at the three of them with his sharp eagle eyes, and said in a deep voice: "My wife has a grudge against you?"
"It's not a grudge."
"It's just a conflict between left and right."
Shou He turned his eyes, looking for flaws in the three of them.
He has done this many times with one against three.
The more times this happens, the less likely you are to be carried away by anger. You must be calm and calmly look for opportunities to kill them: "The injustice has its owner, and the debt has its owner. You can come directly to intercept me."
Long Qi's eyes were always calm and he said: "If you were a monk of Wanfa Sect, I would be willing to explain to you why I took action, and I would also be willing to accept the punishment. It would only be three drinks as a penalty and some spiritual stones as compensation, but you are not , you are just a mortal stuck in the first step.”
"Not even a member of my Taoist order."
"Now put down your weapons and pick up paper and pen to write a letter."
"Please, my wife, come alone. You can live."
"If you don't obey, I will have to take off your head and talk to her personally."
Shouhe laughed ferociously.
The running blood surges into the ocean tide, and the surge turns into smoke.
Turn it into a robe and wear it on your body.
The Blood God Euphorbia.
Asked: "I wonder what the lifespan of a foreigner is?"
Just as Xiong Sheng was about to make a move, he was stopped by Long Qi and said: "Since you are so stubborn, I will answer your doubts about the last words. The first step of the limit for outside monks is called 'Golden Pill', which has a lifespan of five hundred years. The second step is to live for one thousand two hundred years.”
"how about you?"
"I'm different. I'm a dragon monk."
"How long can you live?"
"long time."
Shou He laughed loudly and said gloomily: "It's a pity that you won't live long."
Long Qi shook his head helplessly after speaking.
He thought these ordinary people should talk better.
After all, the ants still live in vain.
He is also willing to give the ants a chance to live.
However, there are always ants who think they are seeing the real sky.
So he waved his hand and said: "Kill him."
"It should have been so!"
Xiong Sheng roared loudly.
Countless energy and blood surged around the body, and hard thick rock armor grew out of the body.
In just a moment, he turned into a tall bear-man about ten feet tall.
Roaring and roaring.
Quick as the wind.
In three steps, he was already in front of Shou He.
"Zhu Qinghui, you also help him."
The woman was originally unwilling to be the boss. In her opinion, a stupid bear would be enough to take action. They have not been living in the forbidden land for the past few years. They have long been familiar with the so-called qi and blood movement method. Now they can suddenly become the top. The warriors, coupled with the extraordinary body, no one can match them.
Since it was Brother Long who spoke, Zhu Qinghui could only take action together.
"When a lion fights a rabbit, he also uses all his strength."
Long Qi didn't watch the show either. He stood up from the table.
The body is quickly covered with scales.
In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a tall but strong dragon man.
What appeared in his hand was a magic weapon that was a short weapon but turned into a spear under the stimulation of Qi and blood.
…
"Someone is dying."
Tu Shanjun, who was flipping through the Qi and Blood Movement Chart on the wicker chair, heard the mournful voice and couldn't help frowning and looked over. He saw Yan Tianjun, who was considering himself under the statue, looking compassionate.
He couldn't help but turn over, put the operation chart aside, and asked: "Who is going to die?"
"The detective you like."
"Shouhe."
Tushanjun sat up and began to calculate.
Yan Tianjun smiled and said: "You can't calculate the secrets of this place."
"In order to guard against me, you took me back from that kid. Without the medium of the Soul Flag, I'm afraid you will only feel it when he dies."
"However, maybe it will be too late by then. Without the mobilization of Qi and blood, you should be no different from ordinary weapons, right?"
Tu Shanjun's black and red eyes darkened.
"Why does Tianjun have to tell me that when Shouhe dies, no one can stop Tianjun from taking the peach."
Yan Tianjun smiled and said, "Do you think that half-dead peach can make me stand up?"
"If it's a complete and ripe peach, it's almost the same."
"You and I are grasshoppers on a rope now."
Saying that, Yan Tianjun looked into the cup.
But it is not clear wine but a mirror twisted into a whirlpool.
The other side of the mirror reflected the fierce battle in the teahouse.
Shou He's injuries became more and more serious under the siege of three first-class warriors who could be said to be the forbidden land of God.
Tushanjun walked to the table and sat down, took out a gourd and poured himself a glass.
The lowered eyelids did not move or speak, just watching quietly.
After a while.
He picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
He did not look like he was going to help.
Yan Tianjun's eyes flashed with suspicion.
Did he guess wrong?
Shou He was not the owner of the Zunhun Banner.
Someone else controlled the Zunhun Banner.
Or did the spirit of the weapon not care whether people died or not.
"Zunhun Banner is like a magic sword kept in a box. If the knife for cutting tofu is not convenient today, you can take out the magic sword to cut tofu. If the axe for chopping wood is not sharp tomorrow, you can take out the magic sword to chop trees."
"Over time."
"Farmers can't farm, woodcutters can't chop wood, and warriors can't do martial arts anymore."
"The magic sword will wear out one day."
"When the magic sword is really needed, it is found that the sword has rusted and can't cut people."
"Before he got the Zunhun Banner, he was also a strong man who fought through life and death."
Tu Shanjun finally spoke.
"You want to train him?"
Yan Tianjun suddenly realized that this was indeed the truth. As long as it was not a case of bullying or a situation where there was no hope, the banner master should not be allowed to develop the habit of asking Tu Shanjun to intervene in everything. Or, it should be said the other way around. Tu Shanjun should learn to let go.
You cannot help with everything.
If you have to take action in everything, how can you break through?
You will forget how to walk if you use a cane too much.
"You actually think so?!"
Yan Tianjun did not know whether he should admire Tu Shanjun's inaction or good luck, but he still explained: "Don't you think it's a coincidence?"
"Coincidence?"
"Yes."
Yan Tianjun crossed his hands: "After I sent away the true disciples of the Taoist sect and the West, the enemies of your banner master's wife came to the door. It was so coincidental that it seemed like someone had guided them to come here, hoping to find a breakthrough from this mortal. It would be best if they could force you to take action and see your steps clearly."
"Are you saying that someone is setting up a plan?"
Tu Shanjun's eyelids moved slightly.
It was no problem for him to train the banner master.
But if you are in the game, it will be different.
"Of course." Yan Tianjun shrugged and crossed his legs.
Just a nest.
Said: "Someone moved the secrets of heaven to let this group of people find this place early. In fact, under normal circumstances, these people will also come here, and then, well, there will be a fierce battle."
"Then someone died."
Tu Shanjun did not ask who died.
"Who?"
"The people of Taoism, Xitian, Tianxialou, or..." Tu Shanjun thought of the young monk who followed the old saint and was let go that day. He didn't offend many people when he came to the forbidden land of the gods. The two most powerful families among the four directions were brought by Yan Tianjun, not that Tu Shanjun had a grudge against them.
Tushanjun looked at Yan Tianjun and said, "Your Majesty, don't you have anything to say?"
"Don't look at me. The people from the Dao Sect and the Western Heaven Sect are too arrogant. Even if Xiao Niubi investigated you, he wouldn't use this method. The little bald guy didn't see your magic at all."
Yan Tianjun laughed and said, "This bald guy with two knives can't catch up with the one in the city who leads the little monk."
"Is it like this in previous years?"
Tushanjun felt that something was wrong.
All of them are true disciples of major sects, and each of them has a mysterious luck.
At least they must be the backbone of the future, and some even have the opportunity to become high-level.
The talents in this Central Plains are too prosperous.
Compared with them, the East Wasteland is really shabby.
Of course, the Taoists in the East Wasteland are also good. After all, using the third step is better than the second step. Those top young people in the third step did not participate in the treasure hunt that year.
This is also the result of the lack of information and the Yu family's deliberate elimination of influence.
Otherwise, there would be a chance to meet those top saints.
"High-level cultivators compete and stir up the world, which will naturally become a world of great contention."
"Only moments like this will attract the top young generation."
The implication is that this may have happened before.
But this time is indeed unusual.
Because the real move of Yuan Sheng Sheng Mo is rooted in the forbidden land of the gods.
The master who is facing him will certainly not be willing to lose.
Yan Tianjun raised his hand like a referee and made a move.
In front of him, the aura connected and turned into a huge chessboard. A chess piece appeared between the two fingers that were originally empty, emitting a burning inspiration.
He said in a serious manner: "The pawns crossing the river, fall!"
"Now the pawns he drives are surrounding and killing your pawns, how do you feel?"
Tu Shanjun tucked his sleeves: "I don't know how to play chess."
"What can you do?"
"Extract the soul and refine the spirit."
Yan Tianjun's expression froze and said: "This is a method, but it won't last long, and you will be chased like a stray dog."
"What can last long?"
"You must have never seen the glory of the ancient God Court."
Tu Shanjun really hadn't seen it.
He didn't ask Yan Tianjun why he lost.
When the time comes, the heaven and the earth will work together, and when the luck is gone, the hero will not be free.
Not only heroes, perhaps even gods are not free.
Yan Tianjun stared at Tu Shanjun and lowered his voice. His originally deep voice sounded a lot hoarse, as if he suddenly had extraordinary magic power, enough to make everything in the world obey his orders, and even concentrate on listening.
"The throne is still hanging!"
Ding Dong.
The ripples in the mirror in the wine glass interrupted the conversation between the two.
Yan Tianjun did not try again, and Tu Shanjun did not take up the conversation.
The two of them looked at the wine cup at the same time.