brush!

The eight masters in front of the preaching mirror quickly turned around and happened to meet Gou Wuyue, who was also looking at him with the corner of his mouth twitching.

The two fell silent.

The look of embarrassment in his eyes is not faint, but a bit thick!

Soon, both of them turned away and looked back at the preaching mirror, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Um?"

Dao Qiongcang smelled a strange smell in the air and looked over suspiciously, "What are you looking at each other?"

The Eight Masters pressed down on the storyteller, pointing at Gou Wuyue's hand that was ready to move, and said calmly: "It's nothing."

"Absolutely something!"

Dao Qiongcang sniffed, and his eyes glowed with blazing light again.

No one can keep secrets in front of themselves, let alone hide any gossip!

There was no need to ask. I just glanced at Xu Xiaoshou's unruly figure in the preaching mirror and recalled what he said just now...

Dao Qiongcang suppressed a smile and pointed at Ba Zun: "Someone, is it you?"

"no."

After receiving the denial, he pointed at Gou Wuyue, covered his mouth and smiled, "Is it you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

These two ancient sword cultivators are almost carved from the same mold!

Too calm, too cold, and too abnormal!

I definitely guessed it... Dao Qiongcang was so excited that he stamped his feet. After saying "Wow" a few times, his eyes came back to scan the Eight Gou's feelings, and pointed at the preaching mirror:

"First you, then them?"

The eight acquaintances made Gou Wuyue's expressions sink.

Dao Qiongcang was not finished yet, he covered his mouth and continued to laugh, his voice full of strangeness: "The story of the previous generation of saint slaves and the white-robed Taoist master, will the next generation copy it?"

Eight, Gou's face was as dark as ink.

"Hahahaha..." Dao Qiongcang laughed loudly and wildly, looking at Wei Feng with a smile, "You understand what I mean..."

Just when he was about to say something, he saw the old man staring at the preaching mirror with a dull expression on his face, and Dao Qiongcang's smile faltered.

Isn't it just an excuse that Daquan lost once at that time, as for taking it so seriously?

As expected, there is a generation gap between the elderly and the young!

Then he turned to look at the storyteller.

I saw the man in the red dress doing a seesaw movement with the corners of his mouth rising up and down, and he couldn't hold it down.

"You should understand what I mean, right?" Dao Qiongcang's expression was extremely serious.

The storyteller's face instantly returned to calmness.

Dao Qiongcang just stared at him, staring at him, from his eyes to the corner of the storyteller's mouth.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

Suddenly, the corner of his lips curled up, and then he pressed it down sharply.

This bad expression easily pried away the stone blocking the flood, and the storyteller's smile could no longer hold back.

"puff!"

But as soon as he laughed out loud, he was so well-educated that his face immediately turned expressionless.

Don't squint your eyes, don't look at Ba and Gou.

Respect must be given, after all, he is my brother...

"Ha ha ha ha!"

In comparison, Dao Qiongtian seems to have no connotation.

He laughed wildly, even slapping his thighs in excitement, pointing at the storyteller Ru Encountering a confidant and saying, "You know what I mean!"

"Shut up, okay?" Gou Wuyue couldn't bear it anymore, and the demon sword was about to move.

"Hahahaha..." Dao Qiongcang's laughter moved with his fingers, almost widening his face, without saying anything, and his smile gradually became abnormal.

Gou Wuyue took a deep breath, "Boring."

Dao Qiongcang's smiling face froze, then mutated on the spot, and his voice became a bit sharp, "Boring? He said I was boring?!"

He pointed at the storyteller, "He is already in his fifties and sixties, and he only has one sentence left to say: 'boring'. He has nothing to say, wow, wow, wow..."

The storyteller could no longer laugh.

Why is this so obvious, layer after layer of scars?

He looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who was laughing so loudly that he bent over as he smiled in a way that looked nothing like the master of the Taoist Palace in the past, and he suddenly felt great terror.

My brother is right...

This guy has been suppressed by the word "Master of the Taoist Palace" for thirty or forty years, and has been fighting for thirty or forty years, and finally bottomed out and rebounded.

His youthful rebellious period broke out strongly when others were going through menopause.

He took off the mask belonging to the "Master of the Tao Palace" and became himself again, a self that even makes people feel scared when he smiles!

The angel of heaven has a liberated state.

Tao Qiongtian, directly liberating the abnormal form?

"Isn't it funny?"

After realizing that no one was laughing with him, Dao Qiongcang wiped away his tears and sat back in front of the preaching mirror without embarrassment.

There was not even a moment of delay. The smoothness with which he changed the topic was breathtaking. He pointed to the mirror and said to Gou Wuyue:

"The white-robed ruler hasn't lost yet, right?"

Gou Wuyue didn't even move his eyes.

Obviously, he was too lazy to deal with this guy who had lost control and had no one to care about and no one could stop him.

Dao Qiongcang continued to look at the Eight Masters and said calmly:

"If you can defeat an ancient sword cultivator with just one sentence, Lao Gou would have died in the Eighth Palace back then. Beibei will never be able to become an ancient sword cultivator... You think so, the great Eighth Sword Immortal?"

Bazun Shu's right eyelid twitched wildly, and finally he took in a breath of cold air and turned away, "Can you calm down for a while?"

Dao Qiongcang looked back at the mirror in silence.

Just when the people around him thought he could calm down.

In front of thousands of people who were crowded in front of the preaching mirror and discussing in a lively manner, this guy suddenly stood up and shouted:

"What a magic swordsmanship!"

"What a Seven Swordsman!"

As soon as the heated discussion stopped, everyone looked back.

But after attracting the attention of the audience, the Tao Qiongang actor spread his hands wide and sang loudly and passionately:

"Yijian comes from the east, Yijianxian~"

"Drink in the underworld and walk to the blue sky~"

"Don't live in this mortal world~ Don't pull me, let go, let me go!"

"How reckless! Let me see who dares to touch the sky in this palace... Ouch!"

…

Different from the farce in front of the Mission Mirror in Half Moon Bay, the atmosphere in Yujing City at the moment is extremely bleak.

Beibei covered his neck, blood spilled from his fingers, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"I, lost?"

This is just the beginning!

Didn't even touch the sword once!

I tried my best and didn't even use one thousandth of it.

In this world-famous first battle between swordsmen, Beibei imagined that he would lose, but should he lose after trying his best, or because of a single wrong move?

It's definitely not like this now, it just started and it's over.

Everyone is watching!

The Sword Burial Tomb in the Eastern Region, the Feng Family in the Southern Region...the entire world of ancient sword cultivators are paying attention!

Xu Xiaoshou's sword is only of the third grade, and is not even as good as the scabbard of the Emperor Sword Emperor. How could he defeat me with one sword?
To be continued...