Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Everyone was silent. Some of the sword cultivators who followed the two came from the Kunlun Sword Sect, but more... all came from the Land of Prison Wind.

When they heard Li Changsheng's words, they couldn't help but look at those teacups.

Let Lu Qingshu drink this kind of tea with sediment?

Everyone looked strange.

If Lu Qingshu really drinks it today, he is afraid that his sword will be completely destroyed and he may lose the possibility of advancement.

"Li Changsheng, what do you mean?"

Lu Qingshu said coldly, his eyes cold.

Li Changsheng said nothing, but glanced at Mr. Xun's arm. Lu Qingshu's eyes moved, and a look of shock immediately flashed in his eyes.

That spiritual treasure! ?

It is no longer in the Land of Prison Wind, it has returned here! ?

In an instant, Lu Qingshu thought of several possibilities, the most likely being Pu Yuanzhu!

This spiritual treasure may have been brought back by Pu Yuanzhu!

Second-level Loose Immortal, plus a spiritual treasure...

Even if they are against sword cultivators of the same level, they may not have much advantage. No matter how strong the natal flying sword is, and no matter how defiant the sword domain is, it is estimated that they will only be 50-50 against Lingbao.

"Why don't you come down for tea? Do you have to invite me in person?"

Mr. Xun smiled.

Lu Qingshu's expression changed continuously, he was silent for a few moments, and then he suddenly sneered:

"Don't be so arrogant. With my master's strength, I can crush you to death with just one little finger."

His master! ?

Ouyang Xuanzhen and others took a deep breath and looked at Li Changsheng and Lu Qingshu blankly.

There is a stronger sword cultivator behind these two people! ? How can this be……

They had also heard of the Prison Wind Land, but they had never had the chance to go there. But from the news they got, they could tell that the sword cultivators in the Prison Wind Land were not as arrogant as here.

Even... the situation is worrying!

"Then let your master come here in person. I'm afraid that even if he is here today, he will have to drink a drink before he can leave."

Mr. Xun said calmly.

"Xun Guozhu, you are so brave."

Lu Qingshu looked gloomy.

"I hate it the most when people call me by my first name, let alone a low-class guy like you."

Mr. Xun's face darkened, and he waved his hand to grab it. A black light flashed, and the Black Xuandingtian Flag swept out instantly.

Lu Qingshu burst out with terrifying immortal energy and tried to break it with his sword. As a result, his offensive was completely suppressed. When he came back to his senses, he had been tightly wrapped by the Black Xuanding Tianban and knelt in front of Mr. Xun. .

His complexion turned blue and white, and then turned red visibly to the naked eye. The other party actually humiliated him like this in front of so many ants! ?

The sword cultivators who came with him all used flying swords and stared at Mr. Xun, but without Li Changsheng, they did not dare to take action.

"This person's strength..."

There was a chill in the hearts of the nearby Immortal Kings. The Yituan Sword Cultivator, who was almost invincible in their hearts, was easily manipulated by the other party.

This kind of strength has exceeded their imagination. Perhaps only by visiting the realm of Sanxian can they realize how powerful it is.

"You guys, bring him some tea."

Mr. Xun glanced at Zhou Bufan and others.

Zhou Bufan's expression changed, and his eyes fell on the beggar Taoist, "Didn't you hear what the senior said?"

"you……"

The beggar Taoist could neither move nor move. He could only stare at Zhou Bufan bitterly.

The other party made him take the blame. He would rather drink clear soup and water here for hundreds of years than give tea to an ancestor.

This is no longer a matter of death. In the future, the outcome will most likely be worse than death, ten thousand times worse than today.

"You dare to humiliate me!?"

Lu Qingshu roared and tried to stand up from the ground.

Mr. Xun directly stretched out his legs and put them on his head, making him kneel firmly on the ground and unable to move even half a minute.

"What can you do to humiliate you? Why don't you try to bite me? You can't bite me.

I still gave the person behind you some face today, otherwise, let alone humiliation, you would be dead now. "

Mr. Xun smiled lightly and said: "You think this is really a rural place, and you can do whatever you want without paying any price? I am not Pu Yuanzhu.

He couldn't afford to offend you, so he moved away the Shinto religion, but the ancient Araji religion has been passed down here for countless years.

Even if you have the upper hand, if the fight is really going to be fought to the death, I can still stay with you until the end. "

Lu Qingshu felt the breath of death approaching him, and immediately swallowed back the next curse words, staring at Mr. Xun without saying a word.

"Li Changsheng, you deliberately brought me here today just to see me make a fool of myself, right? I will ask Master to make the final decision regarding this matter!"

Lu Qingshu pointed his finger at Li Changsheng.

Everyone was stunned.

Ouyang Xuanzhen took a deep breath. Li Changsheng never thought of targeting the Three Thousand Dao Sect, he just deliberately wanted to make this person look embarrassed! ?

If the other party's conjecture is true, there is... a big problem here.

"Nonsense, if you weren't arrogant and arrogant everywhere, why would you do this?"

Li Changsheng shouted coldly, and then he hugged his fists at Mr. Xun: "Old man, can you give me some face and spare him for once? How about letting someone else drink this tea for him?"

No one felt there was anything wrong. This was a normal plea. Only Ouyang Xuanzhen felt a tremble in his heart and silently stepped back half a body, hiding behind Immortal King Gu Xi.

"Why should I give you this face? I heard that Bai Qingming did not die on the Sword Burial Ladder."

Mr. Xun chuckled lightly: "Besides, you took away this boy Fang Chen and didn't bring him back intact. Your face is no longer valuable to me.

The old man once said that compared with Li Jingnian, you... are too preoccupied and will never achieve anything. "

Li Changsheng's expression changed slightly, and then he fell silent and stopped talking.

King Xianyue's expression changed, and he said respectfully: "Mr. Xun, how did my son die?"

"Bai Qingming died miserably. He was chased by a third-level Loose Immortal. Before he died, he had already comprehended the very powerful Sword Sutra at the end of the Sword Burial Ladder. It's a pity, it's a pity."

King Xianyue nodded lightly and retreated to the side of the people without saying a word. It seemed that his purpose was very simple, he just wanted to know how Bai Qingming died.

"Where's the tea?"

Old Xun glanced at Zhou Bufan and others, "Do you just ignore what I said? Do you think that drinking tea here is not enough, and you want to go to the deserted courtyard to drink tea for thousands of years?"

Zhou Bufan and others' hearts trembled. He immediately stared at the beggar Taoist sinisterly and said through a message:

"If you don't pour this tea today, you will definitely die. If you pour it, there is still a glimmer of hope!"

The beggar Taoist clenched his fists, filled with anger and nowhere to burst out. He could only endure the humiliation, poured a cup of tea, and came tremblingly in front of Mr. Xun.

Mr. Xun raised his eyebrows: "You want me to feed you?"

"..."

The beggar Taoist handed the tea cup to Lu Qingshu's mouth and said in a trembling voice: "Senior, please have some tea..."