The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

Su Shisan approached Long Aotian and saw that the man's nose was still flaring, obviously he was still alive.Su Shisan patted his face and returned revenge. "Now, my lord, let me ask you!"

Long Aotian's eyeballs moved, but he didn't know if he heard it clearly.There was a violent coughing sound in the throat.Accompanied by coughing, streams of blood mixed with internal organs spewed out.

Su Shisan immediately moved back a bit, so as not to let the dirty blood splash on the white robe on his body.

"I asked who are you?" Su Shisan returned the question without change.

Long Aotian was coughing, but did not answer.

Su Shisan rolled his eyes and said again: "Are you wearing books?"

Long Aotian was taken aback, but the texture on his face didn't move at all.

Su Shisan didn't know this sentence, he had already sold his bottom to the sky.Still proudly holding his whip, he said, "Just assume you're wearing a book. Dude, you're too unkind! Think about it, you're the son of luck and the chosen one here, what do you want?" What's the matter, the harem alone is enviable. But what about you, you are too unkind!"

Su Shisan babbled, filled with emotions.

Suddenly there was a loud explosion behind Leng Buding.Rumbling, as if an earth dragon had drilled out of the ground, and everything under its feet was shaking.

Su Shisan was taken aback.I looked down and saw that where the cloud boots stepped on, the soil was cracked inch by inch, like a tortoise carapace, in uneven lumps.

Su Shisan picked up Long Aotian with one hand in panic.

He was afraid that the blood on this guy's body would stain his white robe, so he deliberately carried it away, thinking that this man would not survive anyway, and there should be no harm, so he turned around and interrogated slowly.

He picked up Long Aotian and ran towards the senior brothers and Qingliu Dalang who had left earlier.

In mid-air, his feet were not stable against the wind, and he accidentally caused the countercurrent wind to deviate from his body, and suddenly loosened his hands.He quickly reached out to grab it, but saw Long Aotian quickly disappeared into the air.It's like a drop of ink falling into the rice paper, slowly smearing, and gradually disappearing.

There is such a miraculous thing? !This operation is too coquettish!

Su Shisan desperately urged the wind under his feet, trying to catch Long Aotian.But the more anxious he was, the more motionless the wind under his feet, he had to watch Long Aotian slip away again.

Su Shisan scratched his head, helpless.Just about to give up, Xia Feng moved under his feet.Silently, he was sent to the side of the white jade arch bridge where he had left.

He looked intently, and there was no arch bridge there!The flowers thrown out of the lotus pond were all broken into dregs.The white robes of the senior brothers were all dyed in colorful colors, and there was a huge footprint on Lingda's waist.Unfortunately, Ling Wu also lost his wig during the fight, and at the moment he was also bareheaded, his handsome face was covered with bloodstains, and he was staring forward with red eyes.

Su Shisan followed Ling Wu's eyes to look forward, but Qingliu Dalang stood with his hands behind his back, standing on a high place.The red robe is still as bright as blood, the white jade mask is flawless, and the whole person looks very refreshing, even the hair is not messed up.

It's clear at a glance who wins and who loses.

Venerable Demon Dragon is worthy of being the top three mysterious people in the original book in terms of combat power!Su Shisan thought to himself.

He was hesitating whether to go forward to say hello, and if he did, whose side would he be on?

Although the senior brothers usually ridiculed him, but when he came out to venture into the rivers and lakes, everyone was in the same group.He considers himself a member of the Jiange, so of course he wants to help the brothers.

But Qingliu Dalang, for some reason, seemed to have no obvious hostility towards him since the first meeting, and he never even lifted a finger towards him.When fighting just now, remember to send him away from the battlefield first.

Su Shisan's thoughts turned and turned, and he opened his mouth to speak.

Everyone below saw him.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, a young man wearing a snow-white disciple robe with his hair draped behind his waist like ink was standing in the wind.There is no flying sword under the feet, nor is there a flying magic weapon, just standing in the wind carelessly and casually, like a picture scroll.

——It's the legendary one, the Wind Rider.

"Thirteen?" Ling San narrowed his slender eyes, apparently surprised.

It was the first time Ling Jiu saw Shisan today, and she didn't usually know the reputation of this little junior, and she thought it was one of the master's housekeeping skills, so she was overjoyed.He raised his hand with a smile, and greeted Su Shisan who was standing in the air: "Little brother, you show your hand well! Come down quickly and help the brothers beat this guy up!"

Su Shisan laughed awkwardly.

"Why do you want to fight?" Lingda had a gloomy face, as if he was going to cover the sun in the sky, black smoke was coming out of his body.

"Now this place is asked to be demolished by us, big guy, think about it carefully, the master is here... how should I explain to him!" Ling Er took the elder brother's words with a straight face, and calmly put the sword into its sheath.

Everyone in the Jiange fell into a strange and enigmatic silence.

"Whose family is in charge of this temple?" Ling Shishi asked weakly.He was born as a scholar, and at the same time, he was also doing odd jobs, helping Ling Fuzi to manage the eating, drinking, and messing of all the young and old in Jiange, and keeping the bookkeeping.As for money, just ask him.

Lingda had a gloomy face and said nothing.

Ling Er's face was not very good-looking either.

Ling Shiyi's heart sank, and his trembling eyes swept over the faces of the brothers one by one.

On the other hand, Ling Shi, because he has always been straightforward, and I don't know why everyone knew it but didn't say it, with two balls of ravaged buns, raised his pointed chin, and sprayed two white air from his nostrils.

Ling Shi scolded Gu Niang carelessly at first, and then said depressedly: "It's the turn to be in charge of the temple this time, isn't it the fairy pavilion!"

The air was as quiet as a chicken.

Dust filled everyone's eyes.From Su Shisan's point of view, he felt that the fight was over, and the brothers seemed to be even more impotent.

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