Xian Dynasty Era

Chapter 201 Qin Bingxiao

In front of the Wuya Pavilion——

As soon as Su Zhao said that, no matter whether it was Qin Bingxiao or Luo Zhen from the Three Yin Demon Sect, they all cast their amazed gazes.

After sizing it up, I suddenly realized that I hadn't noticed before that this young man in white clothes dressed as a sword fairy seemed to have the golden core, so young... Could it be that he is also a disciple of the three religions and nine sects?

But, why do you look so tense?

As for Xie Cang beside him, judging from his appearance and attire, he was regarded as Su Zhao's bodyguard, and few people took him seriously.

This side, after Su Zhao finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, but just walked towards the Wuya Pavilion.

The pavilion is seven stories high, and the interior is luxuriously decorated. A woolen carpet is laid on the floor. The pearls and precious jades on the beams and pillars glow in circles, and the precious jewels permeate the air.

"This should be a treasure pavilion evolved with the help of a fairy pavilion palace tie." Su Zhao looked around and thought.

But before he pondered for too long, he heard a soft and ignorant voice from behind, still childish, "You, as soon as you come in, you look around like a bumpkin."

"Jian Jia, don't be rude." Qin Bingxiao frowned and frowned, her red lips parted slightly, she stopped drinking, stared at Su Zhao for a moment, but there was a slight buzzing of the yin and yang in the sea of ​​gods. , but quickly calmed down, as if he had made a mistake.

At the beginning, before Qin Bingxiao went down the mountain, Qiu Xian, the head teacher of Taizhen, said that the mirror of yin and yang has the power to reflect the dragon's aura, and it can be seen from the sky. Some changes in the yin and yang clutch mirrors have been introduced.

However, because Su Zhao had the rising dragon cauldron to cover up his aura after all, it did not arouse the full perception of the yin and yang separation mirror.

Su Zhao chuckled lightly, and a flash of inspiration flashed all over his body, which caused the little loli Jian Jia to exclaim in surprise, clearly someone pinched her pink face severely.

"I think your bulging face looks like a steamed stuffed bun?" Su Zhao joked, not only did she think that little Lolita's face was as smooth as water, full of collagen, and full of youthful vitality.

Jian Jia's big ignorant eyes were full of anger, and she was ashamed and annoyed: "Okay, you apprentice! How dare you take advantage of me!"

Su Zhao: "..."

Qin Bingxiao: "???"

Little Lolita scolded, a pure white feather fan appeared in the palm of the hand, above the fan surface, the white rainbow light surged like water, was poured with mana, but suddenly fanned towards the place where Su Zhao was standing .

As soon as the fan is raised, there is a black flowing wind, which appears on the ground, seems to come from all directions, penetrates everywhere, and the coldness spreads everywhere. It is a biting chill that soaks into the soul, and almost makes everyone present. I shuddered.

"This is Bi Feng!" Xu Qiuming said in surprise, his handsome face was full of astonishment.

The wind blows from the fontanel into the six internal organs, passes through the pubic region, penetrates the nine orifices, the bones and flesh are weakened, and the body dissolves itself.

The wind disaster, one of the three disasters, can be said to only affect the soul and body of the Jindan monks, and it is extremely powerful, but there is still a gap between this wind and the three disasters of the world.

"Jian Jia, stop!" Qin Bingxiao, who was on the side, changed slightly, and said softly, even if his shot landed on the shoulder of little loli Jian Jia, it blocked the power of little loli Jian Jia's spells.

This woman was originally the master of the gods, and she shot the black wind with ease.

"Sister Qin, he... pinched my face..." Jian Jia said angrily.

Qin Bingxiao looked coldly at Su Zhao, and said in a cold voice: "This fellow Taoist behaves frivolously and frivolously, it's really rude."

Su Zhao looked at the fairy surnamed Qin on the opposite side, and said: "Fellow Daoist, what you said is so unreasonable, it is clear that this little girl made the first bad words, and Zhao was just joking with her just now, but she didn't know how to be rude. What are you talking about?"

Qin Bingxiao looked at Su Zhao with a pair of clear eyes, and said, "Your Excellency is acting so turbulently, and I don't know which sect you are from? Do you dare to tell me about your master?"

If she knew about this person's mastery, she would have to write a letter, asking how the Xianzong taught this younger generation of disciples?
When questioned by Qin Bingxiao's condescending attitude, Su Zhao's voice could not help turning cold, and he retorted: "There is no family, no sect, just a casual person, it's hard to get into the eyes of a fairy, but a fairy, with his nostrils upturned, looks like a disciple of Xuanzong's great sect." With a proud appearance, do you think he has a lot of background?"

Hearing this, Qin Bingxiao couldn't help but look at Su Zhao with more and more disgust at this moment, his cherry lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

At this moment, Luo Zhen could not hear the voice of joy and anger, and said: "Fairy Qin of the Taizhen Sect can be so angry that you have nothing to say, you are really brave."

"Fellow Daoist Luo, Pindao has never been angry." Qin Bingxiao shook his head and said, "It's just a frivolous person."

Su Zhao chuckled lightly, but he didn't know why. He had a little understanding of the arrogance of these great disciples.

Jian Jia snorted softly and stared at Su Zhao.

The conflict on this side seems to have attracted the attention of the stewards in the Wuya Pavilion. Looking at Qin Bingxiao, a middle-aged Taoist in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe suddenly lit up and trotted all the way over, saying: "Fairy Qin, Please come here."

As he spoke, he led Qin Bingxiao and others into the attic and went up to the second floor. Little Lolita Jian Jia made a funny face at Su Zhao before going up.

On the other side, Sanyin Demon Sect Luo Zhen and his party headed towards the direction far away from Wuya Pavilion.

Liu Cheng said: "Zhao Daoyou, let's come here."

Su Zhao nodded, shook his head and smiled, and headed towards the counter on the first floor, where there were several young Taoists gathering jade slips, which obviously recorded the betting matters.

"What? Your Excellency wants to bet fifteen pieces of broken star weapons, sixty pieces of Shaking Mountain level weapons, fifty pieces of Zhenyue level magic weapons, and thirty pieces of acquired medicine?" The expression of the young Taoist behind the counter changed slightly. said in surprise.

Liu Cheng, who was at the side, was also stunned when he heard it, and thought, this fellow Taoist Zhao Su in front of him is actually so rich, if he is not a disciple of the sect, who would believe it?
No, it's not just the disciples of the Great School, it's moving out the sect's treasure house, right?

Facing the suspicious gaze of the young Taoist, Su Zhao nodded, and said, "It's certainly true, I wonder if your house can do this business well?"

"This matter is of great importance, and it is not up to me to make the decision. Fellow Daoist, wait a moment, and I will report to the steward." The young Taoist's face showed a dignified look.

Su Zhao didn't say much, and watched the young Taoist turn around and go up to the second floor. It was clear that the middle-aged yellow-robed Taoist went to Xunfangcai.

Not long after, the middle-aged yellow-robed Taoist came back, with a somewhat strange expression on his face, and said: "This fellow Taoist, poor Taoist, has poor eyesight, I don't know which sect or sect you are a disciple of?"

Su Zhao said: "Zhao Su, there is no sect, no sect."

The middle-aged yellow-robed Taoist, hearing the words, his eyes flashed. He knew that the person in front of him was unwilling to talk about his family's heritage. He must have other secrets, so he didn't ask any more questions. He smiled slightly: "Fellow Taoist, please go upstairs Please, it happens that my pavilion master is entertaining some comrades."

Su Zhao nodded and headed towards the second floor with Xie Cang and Liu Cheng.

At this moment, on the second floor of the attic, Qin Bingxiao, Lu Shouzhen, Xu Qiuming and others were sipping tea and talking to an old man in green robes opposite, who was appointed by Taoist Yi to be in charge of betting matters in Wuya Pavilion.

Lu Shouzhen said: "Pindao still has a Zhenyue-level magic weapon in his hand, so I bet on Su Guo to win!"

"You Daoist Lu seemed to be..." the green-robed Taoist said in surprise.

Lu Shouzhen frowned, and explained: "If you bet on both sides, you will always get something. Why, but Pindao's move is not in accordance with the rules of the court?"

"That's not it, it's just a trivial matter." The green-robed Taoist smiled and said, "If that's the case, I'll sign it for you."

Hearing this, Lu Shouzhen breathed a sigh of relief, no matter what, the two sides will be able to hedge against each other, and it will always be worthwhile.

Although he is the Taoist son of Shenxiao, the sect has its own laws, and neither pills nor magical weapons are in unlimited supply. If he can get some benefits, no matter what, it is better than nothing.

Qin Bingxiao looked at this scene, shook his head secretly, and thought, "This Lu Shouzhen is limited by gains and losses, honor and disgrace, and his appearance and demeanor are not the beauty of the immortal way, but somehow he became the son of Shenxiao?"

When she went down this time, she not only increased her knowledge, but also commented on the people in the world.

With a thought, a golden light surged above the sacred sea of ​​the Lingtai, and a thick treasure book appeared, and the spiritual thought was used as a pen, falling on the blank page, brushing a few times—but secretly giving Lu Shouzhen a narrow evaluation. He is mean and can't tolerate others. It is not God's blessing to choose this person as Taoist.

Looking at Xu Qiuming who was sitting upright again, his eyes were clear, his expression was sublime, and he looked forward to the sky. Thinking of the experience along the way, he also gave him a comment, a modest gentleman, a beautiful jade of immortality, 30 years later, Qingwei will be the first in the three lines Or have a place for this person!
(End of this chapter)