Douluo Wuxian

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As Wei Wuxian expected, although the game was extremely difficult, they won in the end.

Although he said that he was not worried about the results of this game, after all Lan Zhan was on the field, Wei Wuxian had no reason not to sit in the spectator stand and watch Shrek's game.

But Wei Wuxian ran out and wandered around for a long time.

Wei Wuxian has never been a big-hearted person. On the contrary, he is talented, bold, and careful. If he ran out at such an important moment, he naturally had something important to do.

He had not forgotten the whistle he heard when he was unconscious, calling for the murderous corpse - that was a sound that Wei Wuxian would never forget for the rest of his life.

It was definitely no accident that he could hear this voice.

It's true that he is the ancestor of ghosts, but he is not so arrogant that he thinks that no one who practices ghosts in the future can compare with him.

As for those who practice ghost ways, although they are quick and powerful, they have an unknown advantage over monks who follow the normal path, but there is nothing so cheap in this world. Cultivating ghost ways does have quick results in the early stage, but then It is the resentment borrowed from ghostly things.Ghost monks can drive ghosts by feeding them with their own or other people's energy.

High-level ghost monks can control evil corpses at will because their souls have been infected with countless resentments and hostility, enough to make all ghosts surrender.

However, this also exposed a weakness of the ghost monks - the spiritual energy of the righteous monks is generated by their own cultivation and does not interfere with each other; the ghost monks borrow the resentment of ghosts. Although most ghosts recognize their masters, they can use this small loophole to influence Others can still do it with a little effort.

Wei Wuxian couldn't tell about the others. As far as he knew, and with some previous reasoning, he could easily guess who the person who interfered with him was and what he wanted to do.

Wei Wuxian put his hands behind his head and strolled down the busy street with a relaxed and comfortable smile on his face.

Perhaps it was because the Soul Master Competition was being held and there were so many people in the market.The bustling crowds, the shouts and shouts of the stores, and the voices of buyers and sellers bargaining are all mixed together. Although it is noisy, it is the most peaceful life.

This made Wei Wuxian couldn't help but think of the time he and Lan Zhan spent traveling in the mountains and rivers when they were semi-retired.

Wei Wuxian licked it until he was drunk and bought a candied haws.The sweet and sour taste of candied haws made him couldn't help but squint his eyes.

He suddenly missed his semi-reclusive life.

After finishing eating the candied haws in his hand, Wei Wuxian threw the bamboo stick into the trash can nearby and looked at the one-armed boy in black not far away with a smile.

"Long time no see, little bastard." Wei Wuxian said with a smile, but there was no smile in the eyes of the man opposite him. Instead, there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"It's been a long time indeed." The man opposite, Xue Yang, also looked at Wei Wuxian with a smile, and when he spoke, he vaguely showed two small tiger teeth, giving people a cute feeling.

But at the same time, Xue Yang's eyes were also cold, and his seemingly sweet smile concealed a lot of malice and murderous intent.

The two of them just laughed face to face for a while, and finally Wei Wuxian made the first move.

“Let me tell you, little bastard, you didn’t use this method to lure me out just to have a laugh with me, right?” Wei Wuxian said, while quietly putting his hands behind his back, gathering a small amount of resentment.

There are no walking corpses in this city. When Wei Wuxian is suppressed, Xue Yang will definitely be affected as well.What's more, judging from Xue Yang's appearance, his own strength is probably greatly reduced. Even if Xue Yang, a little bastard, is waiting for an opportunity to attack, he will not say that he is defenseless.

"Hahaha, of course not." Xue Yang waved his hand, "Of course I have important matters to discuss with you, ancestor."

Xue Yang turned slightly sideways and made a "please" look.

Wei Wuxian sneered and slowly followed Xue Yang.The two of them walked side by side - it's not that they have a good relationship, it's just that neither one trusts the other, and neither one dares to expose their back to the other.

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The slightly yellow tea water rippled slightly in the tea cup, and the tiny tea leaves floated up and down in the tea water, exuding a light tea fragrance.

Wei Wuxian tilted his head slightly, seeing the excellent scenery. He couldn't help but secretly marveled at how good this little bastard was at choosing a seat.

"You little bastard, now you can tell me what you want from me." Wei Wuxian leaned back on the chair and relaxed, as if he wasn't worried about Xue Yang's tricks.

Isn't it just the Hongmen Banquet? Wei Wuxian can't afford it.

"Senior Wei, it would be a waste not to drink such good tea." Xue Yang picked up the tea cup. Because he was one-armed, he could not produce the kind of tea-drinking charm that only a handsome gentleman has. Whether he himself has this charm is still a question. .

"Bah! It's so painful!"

Wei Wuxian couldn't help but smile as he watched Xue Yang take a big sip of tea, then spit out the tea leaves he accidentally drank with a disgusted expression on his face.

He picked up the teacup, put it to his lips, and sipped it slightly, showing off his gentlemanly demeanor - Wei Wuxian didn't like tea. I'm afraid only the Lan family would like tea, but In order to develop this gentlemanly demeanor, he drank three large teapots!

"I'm here to see you, senior. I mainly want to ask you to help me." Xue Yang held his head with one hand, his tone rising slightly, as if he was coquettish, but the sticky malice behind it made Wei Wuxian straighten up. Goosebumps.

"No, no, no! Don't speak in this tone!" Wei Wuxian quickly interrupted Xue Yang with his hand, "If you talk about your living corpse, there is no need to talk about it. I will never practice like Wen Ning again. The murderous corpse was dead."

"Senior, don't worry." Xue Yang poured himself another cup of tea, as if he didn't care at all that he was interrupted by Wei Wuxian.

"As for me, I mainly want to invite seniors to study with me -"

"How to summon this person's complete soul through a faint residual soul."

As soon as these words came out, Wei Wuxian's eyes hardened, and the originally harmonious atmosphere between the two suddenly became tense.

"I didn't expect you hadn't given up yet." Wei Wuxian lowered his voice, but he couldn't suppress the anger and murderous intent in his tone.

"Haha, why should I give up?" Xue Yang held his belly and laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke.

"Wei Wuxian, if you don't want to come and help me, you can." As if he had laughed enough, Xue Yang's dark eyes stared at Wei Wuxian, and he rushed toward Wei Wuxian with overwhelming malice that he could no longer hide.

"I remember, your brother - his name seems to be Tang San, right? He seems to have a deep grudge against the Spirit Hall?"

"I don't know what will happen to him then."

After hearing these words, Wei Wuxian stared at Xue Yang for a while, and suddenly smiled. The smile could vaguely see the demeanor of the Yiling ancestor who was all-powerful back then.

"threaten me?"

Wei Wuxian stood up and looked at Xue Yang condescendingly, his eyes full of cold murderous intent.

"Okay, let's see what happens then."

Watching Wei Wuxian walk away, Xue Yang played with the tea cup in his hand, his eyes dark, unable to tell his true inner thoughts.

Wei Wuxian, Wei Wuxian, please don’t underestimate Wuhun Palace.

The end of the Soul Master Competition was the day Tang San died.