"I know! I also know that the entire Su family challenged the Eighth Sword Immortal in turn and died in battle... Alas, I can only say that there are no cowards in the Su family, and they are all proud!"

"Shh..."

Su Qianqian walked calmly amid the discussion.

Just as his senior brothers could protect her at the beginning, but now they are no wonder.

She also slightly realized what it means to not be happy with things or to be sad with yourself. She is worried about the past, but she no longer has excessive obsession with it.

"He will win." Su Qian raised her eyes indifferently, looked at the mission mirror, and spoke softly.

"Oh? You are also standing on Xu Xiaoshou? Oh, I forgot that you still have the old ones... By the way, where is your senior brother?" Someone turned around and asked again.

"He is preparing for the war."

"What kind of battle?"

"The next battle, the past battle we met at the top."

...

Shenyue Fairy City.

Blood flows all over the field and dry bones are all over the ground.

Xiao Kongtong held the Kongtong Wuxiang Sword and fought out a bloody path, rushed to the preaching mirror, looked at the figure on it, laughed, turned around and killed it back.

...

Dongtian King City.

Pilgrimage Square, Pilgrimage Building, in front of the former site of the first floor of the sky.

Dong Ling of the Alchemist Association, Shiti, Nangong Yin of the Night Cat, Yuan Haisheng, Guiyin Pavilion, the new head of the Daxian Tianzong, the sect leader... looked forward to it.

...

Half Moon Bay.

The eight masters, storytellers, Taoist Qiongcang, Gou Wuyue, Wei Meng and others, each of them stood arm and looked at the figure together.

"I guessed it."

"Shut up!"

"This greedy God, let me tell you the truth. At that time, my temple expected that it was either not contracted or properly contracted..."

"Don't fart, okay? Either die or live. Isn't living a contract? You've finished telling you both possibilities. You're called finger-pinning? Then my brother will do it."

"It's hard to raise women and villains."

"Daoqiongcang, what do you mean? I'm scolding someone as a villain?"

"A gentleman doesn't scold him, he should say something."

"you!"

...

Siling Mountain.

On Leiming Peak, there were too many old guys scratching their heads sitting around in front of a single missionary mirror.

Long Rongzhi, Lou Yu, Chi family, big arrow, small arrow, Mu Lin...

The younger ones are only Bai Zi and Hua Yan, who can come here to play for the sake of the ancestor Long Rongzhi.

Above the sky, there was a white dragon full of jade entrenched, and a little girl was grabbed on the dragon's head.

She was wearing a purple dress, with a tender face, and a pair of buns. She was playful and cute, but she spoke in an old-fashioned manner:

"He is Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Yes." Lou Yu pointed over, then moved his finger, "This ignorant disciple is Ye Xiaotian! But he is the mystery of space..."

"Then don't call him a rebel!"

"Oh, Lord Zi Chong is willing to protect him. The ancestral tomb of Ye Xiaotian is experiencing blue smoke. He can survive after the war."

"Watch the play."

"Okay, Lord Zipeng."

...

From the acquired spirit refining to the semi-saint holy emperor.

Xu Xiaoshou didn't expect that one day the dream would be realized so naturally, and the whole world would pay attention to it.

At this time, he saw the mission mirror aiming at him, baring his teeth and cheering at the world, and then moved back his eyes and looked north and north:

"There is such a big situation, and I have invited so many old seniors to come and watch the ceremony. The ending was a disrespect to everyone here and everyone in front of the camera."

"Let's do it, let's add some lottery, how about?"

Feng Chuan grabbed the mission mirror and magnified the expression of Beibei in time.

Beibei's face was a little stiff and his expression was very unnatural.

Obviously she understood the meaning of the missionary mirror better, and she knew better how many people were watching her at this time.

"What, what's the lottery?"

As soon as these words were said, Beibei turned his head and spat, "Xu Xiaoshou, please stop pretending, what does it mean to solve me in just a few strokes? Be careful that the wind will flash your tongue!"

Xu Xiaoshou sighed and said, "You and I are fighting to protect Yujing City. If you win, you can get fame and profit, and you will be granted a title; if I win, I can only turn around and leave, and I can't get anything. This is unfair."

After saying that, he looked at Feng Tingchen again: "Senior Feng, do you think so?"

Feng Ting Chen's eyes look at the nose, his nose looks at the heart, and he said to you, boy, don't pull me into the water, "You decide for yourself, just say it, Feng Zhongzui will record the battle process, and the sword tower will give the evaluation result."

Beibei was nervous and held up the Emperor Jian Duzun: "Xu Xiaoshou, the war has arrived, what else do you want to do?"

"The emperor takes turns to do it, and he will come to my house next year!" Xu Xiaoshou laughed and pointed at Yujingcheng, and said:

"If you win, it should be yours, it is all yours. I will no longer pursue your Lord Xuan Ji's fault, just retreat."

"But if I win, this Yujing City will belong to me!"

Yujing City suddenly fell into silence.

Everyone in front of the missionary mirror was also puzzled and could not hear what this meant.

"What he meant is that he was in charge of the Kyoto formation?" Fang Xingzhi understood so much.

"His first floor in heaven should be rooted in Yujing, or like the Alchemist Association, open a branch in Kyoto and be recognized by the Temple of the Holy Spirit?" Shi Ti's thoughts were active.

"He also wants to settle down?" Xin Gugu was stopped by a mission mirror while heading to Zhongyuan to invite the holy beast.

Beibei frowned and glanced down the city: "What do you mean?"

"Literally!" Xu Xiaoshou spread his hands, "I won, the land of Yujing City belongs to me, the formation belongs to me, the wealth belongs to me, and people belong to me... Everything belongs to my first floor in heaven, and no longer belongs to Yujing City or the Temple of the Holy Spirit."

"You are dreaming!" Beibei's eyes turned red, and Xu Xiaoshou's stomach was so big.

"Anyway, the Lord of Xuan Ji does not protect you, and he also wants to use the gods to worship Liu to swallow you. Instead, Ye Bansheng protected you several times, and I also protected you several times..." Xu Xiaoshou looked down and said.

Yujing City suddenly felt a low voice.

What Xu Xiaoshou said is not without reason.

Compared with Ye Bansheng, Lord Xuan Ji is simply the enemy of Yujing City!

It would be fine if the formation could not protect everyone. I lost control before, and I really wanted to draw the living person to provide vitality for her to survive alone.

"I agree."

"I don't agree!"

"I think Master Su is mainly better than Xuanji Palace."

"You are a traitor! You are protected by the Temple of the Holy Spirit and eat the spiritual essence gathered from the Kyoto Array. How can you turn your elbow out?"

"But Master Su said it well. The emperor took turns to do it. When you come to my house next year, I will follow whoever can make me live a better life!"

"You are presumptuous!"

"You fart!"

“…”

There are dissatisfactions everywhere in the city.

Not only the people in front of the mission mirror were shocked, but also Beibei.

She never thought that someone in Yujing would be moved by Xu Xiaoshou's proposal... Just as she wanted to say no to her, a soft voice came from her ears.

The wind was drunk in the wind watching the battle with great enthusiasm, and his eyes suddenly moved, "There is something!"

He amplified the expression of the North Sword Immortal, and focused on her ears that had moved slightly, and explained to the preaching mirror: "You may not be able to see clearly, but I am at the scene and can tell you exactly that someone has just sent a message!"

Feng Tingchen was numb. He looked back and was about to get angry when he saw Feng Zhongzui holding a mirror and pointing it at him.

He immediately became gentle, his chest was taller, and his expression became unfathomable.
To be continued...