Chapter 1495 The Jade Capital is revealed to the world in a big gamble, and the only one who hides suffering asks for a fight.

"came back!"

There was a burst of noise in Yujing City, and everyone pointed to the bright space mystery formation high in the sky, excited.

After a while, Ye Xiaotian came back and brought three people with him - he successfully crossed the two realms!

"Is this the secret of space..."

"Look! The one in front is Seven Swords Immortal Feng Tingchen! Oh, he's from the previous year."

"Is that Mr. Yang? I've seen a portrait. The old swordsman with the goatee is of the same generation as Mr. Siren?"

"Where is that young man?"

"I don't know, but it's not important."

"Hmm, here comes the Feng family, and the battle of the Sword Immortal can begin!"

…

The random flowers are gradually charming the eyes.

The prosperous Jade Capital City and the dilapidated battlefield outside the city formed two extreme contrasts, which made Feng Zhongzui look at them in shock.

Fengjia City is also thriving.

But if you really want to compare it with a big place like Kyoto, it still pales in comparison.

"Mr. Siren."

As soon as Feng Tingchen showed up, he took the lead in bowing to Mei Siren with fists in his hands, and at the same time pointed his eyes at the young man behind him.

"Oh, I've met Mr. Siren. I've been admiring you for a long time!" Feng Zhongzui greeted as he took out a small mirror from the space ring.

He still knows his own job, and will convey the pictures and shock he saw when he first came here to everyone in the five regions, so that they can also feel the same.

The voice paused.

The drunken and wet hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and the sword intent spread out and poured into the preaching mirror.

"Buzz!"

The whole city was filled with wind and cheering birds chirping.

Xu Xiaoshou felt the gentle trembling of the swords around him, and suddenly looked back, with surprise in his eyes.

"Kendo Throne?"

The people from Meisi looked at it similarly, and with a sound of surprise, they looked squarely at this good seedling.

There is a special freedom and ease in Feng Zhongzui's sword intention, as if he has never really cared about anything in the world, including the greeting he just gave to his fellow Meisi people.

Respect is respect...

In this person's eyes, greeting is secondary, and his job is the key - the preaching mirror cannot be dropped!

"A descendant of the Feng family is drunk in the wind. He is naughty by nature. I brought him here to polish his temperament." Feng Tingchen turned around and introduced the Meisi people with a smile on his face.

"How old is it?" Mei Siren grabbed the fan.

"sixteen."

"Okay!" The fan flicked out, and a "Boy can be taught" came out.

The wrinkles at the corners of Feng Tingchen's eyes suddenly deepened.

Sixteen-year-old Kendo Throne... Xu Xiaoshou was in a trance. Putting aside himself and not comparing himself, this is Xiao Wanfeng's age. Su Qianqian's talent has been realized!

At least the King of Swordsmanship has the starting qualifications to challenge the Seven Swordsmen. But Feng Zhongzui comes from the Feng family. Doesn’t he know the swordsmanship well?

The Throne of Swordsmanship, just like the Throne of Soul Refining, encompasses three small realms.

Sword Immortal can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship. Mr. Siren who can kill Jiang Buyi before being canonized can also be regarded as the throne of swordsmanship.

The water in this realm is too deep!

There are many people hiding, and everyone wants to be a dark horse, but they can't see through others until they take action.

After Xu Xiaoshou was sighing, he just praised it sincerely: "Yes, it is indeed a good seedling."

Feng Tingchen looked over and his expression suddenly became strange.

This young man said such old-fashioned words...

He didn't know this young man with white hair and nine tails, but his face looked familiar. He had probably seen a portrait somewhere.

But judging from the atmosphere of the battle, the North Sword Immortal who has to contend with each other all relies on this son.

He is Xu Xiaoshou?

"This is an old student, Xu Xiaoshou."

The Meisi man pointed it out at the right time. No more description was needed, he just gave a name.

Feng Tingchen's expression became solemn, he cupped his fists in the distance and nodded in salute.

"Master Shou?"

Feng Zhongzui's eyes lit up, and he pointed the preaching mirror at the demon king whose name he had admired for so long.

At this moment, the illusive and ethereal figure on the major preaching mirrors in the five regions of the mainland solidified.

…

In the Eighth Palace.

The Feng family specially erected an extra missionary mirror in this small town because Master Shou came from Tiansang Ling Palace.

It's really lively in the Eighth Palace right now.

Fu Xing from Tiansang City, Fu Yinhong, and the elders accompanying him...

During the relocation of Tiansang Ling Palace, Xiao Qixiu also brought all the disciples from the inner courtyard to watch and study, Zhao Xidong, Rao Yinyin, Tan Ji...

The guy who was having fun together at that time was now in the mirror, and I was in front of the mirror, out of reach.

Most of the people who could come from the nearby spiritual palaces and counties came here, and the crowds were so crowded that their heads were bleeding.

"What a big change..." Zhao Xidong was still holding a piece of grass in his mouth and squatting on the stone with his eyes in trance, looking at it. He couldn't believe that the guy with white hair and nine tails was Xu Xiaoshou who once bombed the Lingzang Pavilion.

"I almost don't recognize him anymore." Xu Xiaoshou's stand-in Tan Ji, No. xx "Xiao Shi Tan Ji", said that he didn't recognize this guy at all, even though he had been punished by the Holy Temple for his nonsense.

Cross-examined many times.

"Jade Capital City..." Rao Yinyin looked at the preaching mirror, looking at the important figures around Xu Xiaoshou, her beautiful eyes were a little dim, and she murmured silently, "You still owe me a throne pill..."

Fu Xing pointed at the man in the mirror, and said with regret and some joy: "I knew at that time that he was definitely not a thing in the pool!"

Fu Yinhong stared coldly, knowing that this brother would not have anything good to say.

Fu Xing smiled again and said: "Fortunately, you didn't successfully match you up. It's not a good thing if your husband is too strong. I'm relieved now."

"Shut up!"

Mr. Fu sighed: "Oh, after listening to the legend for so long, I can finally see him fight with my own eyes. It's a pity that I couldn't see the Eighth Sword Immortal..."

…

Sword burial mound.

A bright missionary mirror is like a demonstration in front of the mountain.

The guys who usually worshiped the mountain devoutly disappeared one by one. They gathered around the preaching mirror and pointed:

"Master Shou!"

"Northern Sword Immortal!"

"Come, come, there are Mr. Si Ren, Senior Feng Tingchen, Mr. Gu, Yang Xizhi... Sword Immortal Liu Fuyu is also here, my God, is this a hodgepodge? They are all sword immortals!"

"Gu Qing Er San is here, hey, the boss is not here? Gu Qing Er, Gu Qing Er, Lao San, what do you think of this battle?" Someone pointed to the rear.

The crowd parted, and Gu Qing'er walked over without saying a word, carrying a sword wheel with nine swords hanging on his back, and sat on the big stone in front of the preaching mirror, feeling depressed.

Gu Qingsan was able to smile openly and waved in response to everyone: "I think Xu Xiaoshou wins. He is too strong. After all, I taught him some tricks back then."

"Oh? The point of Three Thousand Swordsmanship? Do you still have such a connection?"

"Yes, my second senior brother was also saved by Xu Xiaoshou on Void Island, so we have a close relationship..."

Gu Qinger immediately glared over.

"Hahaha!" Gu Qingsan scratched his head and smiled, pointing behind him, "Actually, you should ask my junior sister these questions."

Everyone looked behind them and saw a little girl in white walking over with a heavy black sword in her arms.

"Su Qianqian!"

"She was so lucky. When she was in the Yunlun Mountains, she was accepted as a disciple by Wen Ting and Wen Jianxian... Oh my god, I want it too!"

"Look, look, look, is that the Demon Ancestor of Ten Thousand Weapons? I heard that the Holy Temple offered a heavy reward at that time, and if you find the person who turned it in, you will rise to great heights... But what fool can find the person who will turn him in?"

"I know that the Demonic Sword went specifically to find Su Qianqian, and made many twists and turns to bypass the search net of the Holy Temple!"
To be continued...