Chapter 167

The sea breeze blows.

On the tall building boat, Chu Youwei holds the strange mirror and stands on the top of the building, with a tangled look.

Watching the three people disappear in the mirror, but now they are missing, anyone will feel surprised.

The boat was moving slowly, but the disciples of guantianzong didn't notice the change. They just kept their own position, silent and calm.

Holding the mirror for an hour, Chu Youwei finally collapsed.

Are these people in the mirror? What's in the mirror? Why not come out yet?

There are many strange things in the world, especially this year.

Since I met Su Chunsheng, I have constantly refreshed my understanding of the world. It turns out that a woman's sect is so strong, a monk can become a Buddha immediately, and the cultivation of Kendo is so strong.

It turns out that a seemingly ordinary mirror can fit three big living people!

Chu Youwei is finally a little impatient. He is going to go downstairs to find other disciples of guantianzong to inquire about the situation.

But just after Chu Youwei turned around and took two steps, the mirror in his hand gave out a strange light, and then there was a strong flow of Qi.

Chu Youwei, who is scared, stops in a hurry and almost drops the mirror.

A white light rises suddenly, and the next moment, three figures appear in front of Chu Youwei.

Chu Youwei, who was already frightened, screamed and left the mirror in his hand to withdraw a few steps backward, with a look of panic.

The white light gradually dissipates, Chu Youwei finally sees the face of three figures, which can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Su Chunsheng, Xin Zi and Xiao ningyue, the leader of guantian sect, are standing in front of him in good condition.

But Xin Zi had a blue sword in his hand.

Su Chunsheng breathes out and smiles.

Xin Zi looked down at the sword in her hand, stunned. The previous trauma is as good as ever, but the Qi in the body increases instead of decreasing.

Since then, this ancient sword has become Xin Zi's sword.

Xiao ningyue doesn't seem to be in a good mood. After walking out of the patio mirror, she doesn't pay attention to others. Instead, she squats down slowly, picks up the fallen patio mirror, and looks down at the mirror, a little disappointed.

Everything has a spirit. Xiao ningyue thinks she has good knowledge, but today she really understands the strangeness and power of the world.

"Mr. Su..."

Chu Youwei lost his mind for a moment, then hesitated and went to Su Chunsheng's side.

Su Chunsheng waved his hand and said, "I know what you want to say."

Chu Youwei was stunned for a moment.

But Su Chunsheng walked to the edge of the building, looked up to the north, and said calmly, "I can't control your own way."

Chu Youwei frowned.

Su Chunsheng said slowly, "go north or go south. If you want to go, you can go."

Chu youthfulness attaches great importance to key points, and has a firm look.

The building ship is going north, and Su Chunsheng is finally going north.

The hinterland of the Central Plains.

In the qintian Pavilion, which has always been secret and strict, an old man walked out of the towering Pavilion and slowly stopped in front of the white jade steps.

Behind him, there is a short eccentric man, swaggering from the pace, and then careless sitting in the old man's side.

"What do you think, old man sun?"

The short eccentric man leaned on the jade steps and scratched his crotch with his hand. He seemed to feel uncomfortable. He changed his posture and continued to scratched a few times. Then he lay down on his back with a fresh face.

"I don't want to hear whether I like to say it or not."

Seeing that the old man didn't pay attention to himself, the short man rolled his eyes, put his hands behind his head, and said, "the Su family boy is going north. Are you afraid that the boy will tear down qintian pavilion? Or is that kid going to kill you? "

"Don't be afraid, the poor cultivation of the Su family boy, can you come here. If I really want to kill you, I will bury you well and give you a big wreath. "

The little man chattered on.

The old man, who had been silent all the time, raised his head calmly and said in a deep voice: "no matter whether you can come here or not, you and I will die. It's just the difference between early death and late death, and you must die in front of me. Do you believe it or not?"

The little man was stunned for a moment, then suddenly got up, jumped up, and said angrily, "old man sun, what's your mother's calculation? Do you believe that Laozi has demolished your qintian pavilion? "

The old man, who was called old man sun, was not someone else, but Sun Lushan, who was in charge of qintian Pavilion.

But Sun Lushan didn't bother to take care of the short man. He said calmly, "you can have a try. More than two years ago, there was a swordsman in fairyland who could do it. I'd like to see if you could do it, too. "

The short man suddenly lost his arrogance and sat down on the ground, whining: "there is no justice, no law! Old man sun, you are so deceiving that you have to die! "

Sun Lushan turned to look at the wailing man and said, "can you live well? When the jiuxiao sword clan was destroyed, you didn't get much money. Otherwise, with your little luck, you could enter the celestial realm? "

The little man suddenly stopped talking, sat on the ground with a sigh, and murmured: "Alas... What a mother's retribution. I knew that there was a fairy in fairyland behind the Su family. I shouldn't have been involved in this mess. "

Sun Lushan said, "it's late."

The little man was silent. After a long time, he got up and patted his ass and said, "OK, OK, I really admire you old man sun. We can't wait to die. I'll go and have a look."

Sun Lushan nodded.

Continue to look up south, dazed.

The southwest is densely forested.

On the top of a towering and simple city, a famous young man leaned against the towering and magnificent city, gently wiping the sword in his hand, slowly and carefully.

The young man looked young, but he was very patient. He wiped it for half an hour before he stopped.

Then the young man waved his sword and grinned.

"Chunsheng, it's time to go north."

The man turned slowly and looked to the East. He said quietly, "biete Niang died in the Dashuo Dynasty."

"Of course, I won't die among ghosts. We'll both come back alive and have a few drinks together. "

At this point, the young man grinned.

"Gone!"

The next moment, a body soared and went straight to the West.

Under the head of the city, ten thousand swords sing together.

On the top of the city, there are hundreds of peerless swordsmen. They look up and look excited!

The land immortal sword, this sword, will let the ghost not live in peace!