Chapter 227

Yuheng Pavilion.

The jade Hengge in the afterglow of the rising sun is sacred.

Compared with the turbulence of Kaiyang Pavilion and Yaoguang Pavilion, Yuheng Pavilion appears very calm. Where there are people, there are disputes, and Xu Huang, the leader of Yuheng Pavilion, wiped out these disputes with his huge sword. It is hard to imagine that Xu Huang turned Yuheng Pavilion into a whole with his own strength and charm.

Hundreds of Yuheng Pavilion disciples sat on the martial arts square discussing swords and telling their own experiences.

A figure hurried around, nodded and bowed, and shamelessly asked these disciples for some cultivation experience.

Lin Jinxuan came slowly, looked at the figure and gently called, "Yang Xiu."

The clear and graceful ethereal sound made the square quiet. In the crowd, Yang Xiu trembled slightly. He turned and looked at Lin Jinxuan standing in the wind. His face was filled with ecstasy and immediately greeted him. When he noticed the smell on Lin Jinxuan, Yang Xiu looked slightly happy: "elder martial sister Jinxuan, you have broken through."

Looking at the pinch marks and dust on Yang Xiu's face, Lin Jinxuan frowned: "you don't have to beg them like this. If they really want to point out the problems of cultivation for you, they won't tease you like this."

Wiping the dust on his face, Yang Xiuwei shook his head and said with a smile: "Elder martial sister Jinxuan, you know my aptitude is not good. I have been an internal disciple for several years, and my accomplishments are still like this. Those arrogant lecturers in the lecture hall will not answer these simple cultivation experiences for me. You are closed again, so I can only ask these martial brothers for advice. Besides, I can train myself with these martial brothers and sisters."

Lin Jinxuan suddenly sighed, "his death is not your fault. Why do you torture yourself like this."

"Elder martial sister Jinxuan," Yang xiusurong said: "I didn't come from a prominent family like many martial brothers. However, people living at a lower level like me know more about the cold and warm in the world. In this world where life is like grass, no one cares about me even if I die. But under such circumstances, martial brother Su Bai still protected me. If he hadn't protected me all the time, I would have died in the sword tomb."

"Once, I thought that an ordinary person like me could not achieve any proud achievements no matter how hard he tried."

"But now I don't want to be so ordinary." Yang Xiu looked down at his rough palm, on which there were several shocking scars. This scar destroyed Yang Xiu's needle and the whole hand beyond recognition. Yang Xiu said in a low voice: "Elder martial sister, you once said that fate is like palm prints on the palm of your hand, which were born to be doomed. I destroyed all these palm prints and destroyed the ordinary destiny in order to create a new destiny and control it in my own hands."

Yang raised his head and Yang Xiu looked firmly at Lin Jinxuan: "become stronger. One day, I will personally break into the tomb of a famous swordsman. I want to see people alive and dead. Even if Su Bai died in the sword tomb, I don't want him to be abandoned in the sword tomb. I want to bring him back to my family."

Yang Xiu's voice was sonorous and powerful, like an oath.

"Well said. I don't believe Su Bai will die in the sword tomb either." a loud and powerful voice sounded behind Yang Xiu.

Lin Jinxuan saluted slightly: "I've seen senior brother Ximen."

"Senior brother Ximen." Yang Xiu turned around and looked at Ximen qiuzui, who was coming through the crowd. Compared with dozens of days ago, Ximen qiuzui was a lot haggard. Ximen qiuzui looked at Lin Jinxuan with bright eyes and said: "Younger martial sister Jinxuan, I haven't seen her for several days, and her style is still the same. With five levels of cultivation, younger martial sister, you can now have the strength to attack Langya sword Pavilion. Younger martial sister, you might as well go to Langya sword pavilion to have a try?"

"Elder martial brother Ximen, I haven't seen you for a long time." Lin Jinxuan asked Ximen to get drunk. Yingying smiled and said, "elder martial brother Ximen, why haven't you picked up the leak recently?"

Ximen wanted to get drunk and stopped talking. He immediately lowered his voice and said, "younger martial sister, younger martial brother Yang Xiu, elder martial brother has taken a fancy to a bet recently. He can definitely make money, but he is shy. It is the so-called money everyone makes together. I'll come to you two for help today." Ximen begged to get drunk, rubbed his hands, narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand to Yang Xiu and Lin Jinxuan: "Hey, hey, you know the glory of the sword Pavilion for several years. Take some contributions from senior brother and bet together."

"Elder martial brother is here to borrow contribution points?" Lin Jinxuan looked at Ximen in amazement and asked to get drunk. He immediately raised his sword card, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "I still have more than 100 contribution points."

"I also have more than a hundred contributions," Yang Xiu said softly.

"Hundreds of points?" Ximen qiuzui's eyes are in vain. What can he do with a few hundred points? Grandma, it's hard not to come true. I want to sell those bets that Su defeated. No, if this guy is lucky to survive, I'll lose these bets. Ximen qiuzui regrets very much. Shit, I shouldn't have taken all these bets and smashed them in my own hands. It's Ximen qiuzui and Yang Xiuxian While chatting, several disciples of Yuheng Pavilion who looked shocked and surprised walked around the square as if they were looking for someone. When they saw Ximen asking for drunkenness, they greeted him one after another:

"Oh, here you are, elder martial brother Ximen. Last time, elder martial brother Ximen said you were short of money and asked me to borrow some contribution points. However, I couldn't get back the funds last time. I took back some contribution points earlier. Come on, elder martial brother Ximen lent you 10000 contribution points."

"Elder martial brother Ximen, didn't you say you wanted to sell your bet last time? Alas, this time I went down the mountain to visit my relatives. It turned out that Su Bai's ancestors had something to do with the family. Just look at the faces of their ancestors, elder martial brother Ximen, your bet. I want a hundred."

Looking at the young people gathered together, Simon asked to get drunk and looked stunned. Grandma, how have these turtle grandsons' attitudes changed.

At this moment, several young people came up and cried to buy the bet in Ximen qiuzui's hand, which made Ximen qiuzui feel more strange. Slightly narrowed his eyes, Simon begged to get drunk and looked at the young people up and down. He said in a cold voice, "are you hiding something from me?"

Seeing Ximen's drunkenness, the young people who made a noise sighed and envied, "senior official, you've made a lot of money. The new leader didn't die. He appeared in the rocking Pavilion before."

"Su Bai is not dead?" Ximen asked Zui Hu to shake his body and his eyes lit up. "I'm angry. Grandma, I know how people like younger martial brother Su Bai died in the sword tomb."

"Younger martial brother Su Bai is not dead?" Yang Xiu and Lin Jinxuan were stunned and couldn't wait to ask.

After questioning, Lin Jinxuan finally understood what had happened in Yaoguang Pavilion. When she heard that Su Bai had swept through many Kaiyang Pavilion disciples and even defeated Gu Xi. Ximen begged to get drunk and said, "yes, absolutely. Younger martial brother Su Bai will definitely rank higher if he goes to attack Langya sword Pavilion this time."

Looking at the spirited Simon getting drunk, all the intestines of those who used to bet on selling at a low price regretted.

"Senior official, don't be happy too early." another disciple of the jade Hengge hurried to the end of the square, panting to Ximen for drunkenness and others, and said in a hurry: "previously, the new leader took this weak chicken to Kaiyang pavilion to pick things. Tut Tut, the collar sleeve of Kaiyang Pavilion didn't plan to break Su's arm."

Go to Kaiyang pavilion?

Ximen begged to be drunk, and the ecstasy on his face suddenly solidified. This feeling like taking a roller coaster made his face pale and terrible. Shit, younger martial brother Su Bai was so restless. As soon as he came back, he was the leader of Kaiyang Pavilion, and the leader of Kaiyang pavilion was cruel enough to break the arm of younger martial brother Su Bai.

"MOTU? He is the one who challenged the leader in the past. He has good strength. The new leader is so smart that he comes to pick things."

"It seems that the new leader must have fewer arms. Tut Tut, without arms, what strength does he have to attack Langya in the sword Pavilion."

The whispers around made Ximen beg to get drunk and sweat. Younger martial brother Su Bai must not lose. Once he lacks arms and legs, his bet will still be smashed. No, he must dissuade younger martial brother Su Bai from his impulsive behavior.

Yang Xiu and Lin Jinxuan crowded out the crowd and couldn't wait to run to Kaiyang Pavilion.

"Younger martial brother, younger martial sister, wait for your brother, for your brother to come with you." Simon begged to get drunk and ran forward. His fat body trembled. It can be said that he made all his strength to eat milk.

Run hard.

When Ximen qiuzui and others walked into Kaiyang Pavilion, looking at the mess on the ground, Ximen qiuzui burst into a cold sweat: "it's over, it's late!"

The scarlet broken arm lay in a pool of blood. Lin Jinxuan looked at the upper area of Kaiyang Pavilion, "go."

When he rushed to the upper area, Yang Xiu saw Yanjian and others standing in place all the way. This scene made Yang Xiu's spirit more dignified.

Simon begged drunk and wailed, "it's really late. They must have fought."

In the crowd, Ximen begged Zui and Lin Jinxuan walked forward desperately. Ximen begged Zui and muttered, "younger martial brother Su Bai, my rich man, don't have anything to do." Yang Xiu and Lin Jinxuan took the lead in pushing forward and looked at Yan Jian and others. Their bodies were shocked.

Looking at the reaction of Yang Xiu and Lin Jinxuan, Ximen begged to get drunk. His face turned white again. It was over. Younger martial brother Su Bai's arms were cut off. Thinking of this, Simon's pace of getting drunk was a little weak. He pushed aside the crowd and looked dull: "shit, shit!"

In front of the hall, the breeze blew.

When the dust fell to the ground, Su Bai stood in a pool of blood with his sword, and his thin figure seemed so tall at this moment.

Lin Jinxuan's eyes crossed Su Bai's back and there were shocking sword marks all over the ground. It was obvious that there had been a big war here. At the same time, a few meters away, there is a very embarrassed figure, which is the former high spirited MOTU. His clothes were broken and his long hair was scattered over his shoulders. Mo Tu lay on the ground and didn't know whether to live or die.

Su Bai noticed the strange eyes behind him. Seeing Lin Jinxuan, Yang Xiu, Ximen qiuzui and others with stunned faces, Su Bai smiled and said, "haven't seen you for a long time." then, Su Bai walked towards MOTU with Qingfeng ancient sword, condescending, looking at MOTU who didn't know how to live or die, with indifferent eyes.

Shua!

Qingfeng ancient sword lit up a slightly cold sword light and cut it off heavily against MOTU's shoulder.

Poof!

Blood splashed.

Bai Sensen's bones were thrown into the sky, accompanied by a sad cry: "ah......"

"Wake up?" Su Bai bent down and picked the Qingfeng ancient sword on MOTU's neck. "I just wanted to break your arm. At least I'll give you a chance to hold the sword again. But if I remember correctly, you said you wanted to break my hands, didn't you?"

"So what. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit." the sharp pain and anger twisted MOTU's whole face, raised his head hard, and quickly showed a sinister color in his eyes: "do you still want to break my arm? Please do it. If you have seed, you'll kill me."

"Kill you?" Su Baiwei shook his head, provoked the Qingfeng ancient sword in his hand again and cut off Mo Tu's other arm: "your life is not qualified for me to enter the law enforcement tower."

"Ah..." the shrill scream sounded again, and the intermittent weak voice came out in MOTU's mouth: "then I should thank you for saving my life and let me see with my own eyes the scene of the prince of the Western Qin Dynasty breaking you to pieces."

Although MOTU's voice was weak, the hatred filled it did not diminish.

"Unfortunately, the result will disappoint you." Su Bai got up and looked at the distance. At the end of his sight, several figures were speeding up. The terrible breath was like a blade, cutting the wind and snow towards Su Bai