Wen's sect's scumbag junior brother is back

The heat in the pill room was still hot, Xu Chaoqi bent down and put dozens of bottles of pills into the storage bag.

The black hair hangs down, dangling in front of Xu Chaoqi's eyes, blocking his vision.Before he could free his hand, the big hand picked up his black hair and stroked it behind his back.

His scalp was tightened, his hair was tied up, and the cold hosta passed through it to hold it in place.

Xu Chaoqi looked at his upright reflection, his hair was neatly tied up without a trace of mess, and he looked like a gentleman.

He took a few extra glances, and the person behind him looked at his back, and said in a low voice, "Is the Yangjing still there?"

"Yangjing?" The young man was stunned for a moment. He touched his neck and curled up his fingers, as if he had pinched something.

"Still."

He took off his hand and gradually loosened it, only to see a cold jade emitting red-golden light lying quietly in his palm.

Countless people in the world have this cool jade, but it is a container for the magic vessel of natal life.The cool jade in front of him is a high-grade yellow-ranked jade, which is even more uncommon.

But at the moment Liangyu appeared in the air, there was the sound of the cold sword unsheathing in the alchemy room, and then the mountains and rivers trembled, the earth hummed, the water flow for thousands of miles became turbulent, and even the high mountains and rivers retreated back.

Xu Chaoqi realized something and looked back at his senior brother.

"It's Yin Po!"

The Yang Jing in Xu Chaoqi's hands also began to shake, obviously only the low-level Huang class, but it seemed to have a soul, as if it was responding to something.

In the lower realm of Yingtianzong.

The hall is ten feet high, and four white jade dragon-patterned giant pillars prop up the dome, and the fragrant mist comes out from the incense burner, which is the unique atmosphere of Yingtianzong.

There are dozens of black wooden chairs in the hall, and the people sitting on them are dressed in different clothes, some of them are wearing black robes embroidered with complicated patterns, drinking tea from cups in their hands.

Someone was wearing a jade ring and resting his finger on the side of his face, chatting happily with the people around him with a half-smile.

There was also someone who sat upright, meticulous, twisting the Buddhist beads in his hand, and the servants around him did not dare to move.

But Fu Xuandao, who was very humble in front of Xu Chaoqi before, was sitting high in the hall, looking down at everyone.

He tapped the back of the chair with his fingertips, a slight smile appeared on his lips, but his eyes were drooping, with an incomprehensible expression.

At this moment, the mountains and rivers trembled, the sun and the moon faded, and everyone present heard the indistinct sound of swords.

"It's the Yin Soul Sword!" Someone stood up and exclaimed, his eyes revealed thick fear and fear mixed with the depths of his soul.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he stepped back, avoiding the people around him who were looking at him.

"It's Yin Po. I've lived for thousands of years, and I can't even hear this sound wrong." As soon as these words came out, there was no sound in the hall, and invisible pressure gathered around everyone.

A middle-aged monk pressed his fists to his lips, his voice was calm and serious, "The Yin Po sword has not been drawn out of its sheath for a thousand years..."

Immediately, he raised his head and looked at the hall: "Fu Changzong, you Yingtianzong has a big deal recently? Otherwise...how could Sect Master Wen even draw his sword?"

Fu Xuandao's eyes darkened, and he looked down at the crowd, smiling unabated.He stared deeply at the person who spoke, the person trembled, and he lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze.

Fu Xuandao narrowed his eyes, lowered his head and smiled.

There are so many big things, how would he know which one?

As for drawing the sword... what is it?The head of the sect can roll up his sleeves and cook for others, what else is impossible?

He leaned forward, stroked his train of thought and said: "There is a big event, this century competition..."

He paused, and everyone looked up at him.

He said sternly: "In this century-old competition, I, the head of the Yingtian sect, will watch the lower realms. To show the importance we attach to the disciples of the 27th realm, my sect will reward the leader of this competition with a heavenly magic weapon; the top ten , the top-grade magic weapon of the earth rank; the top one hundred, the lower-grade magic weapon of the earth rank."

If it was in the past, when the people sitting in the hall heard the word "Heaven-Rank Magical Artifact", their eyes would have turned red, and they wished to fight for their disciples and defeat all sects.

But now, when they heard that the head of the lower realm, the tea drinker accidentally spilled the tea all over himself; the person twisting the Buddhist beads almost crushed the Buddhist beads; Even breathing became short of breath.

As for what Fu Xuandao said later, it has long been blurred in everyone's ears.

"Is this true?" I don't know who asked what everyone was thinking.

Everyone was short of breath, and their palms were already wet with sweat.

Fu Xuandao glanced at everyone in the hall and laughed.

"I don't dare to say whether it is true or not, but after two days, my sect will lead the young sect and the elders of the sect to pick me up together."

There was commotion in the hall, and even the most calm people couldn't help but have flushed cheeks at this moment, their expressions were different, and there was excitement in their eyes.

Fu Xuandao tapped the back of the chair with his fingertips, the sound was not loud, but the rhythmic sound made the hall gradually quiet down.

His voice echoed throughout the hall.

"When the sect receives the head, there should not be too many people from the outside world. Discuss with each other, and the total number of people should not exceed 50."

After finishing speaking, he got up and left regardless of the reaction of the people in the hall.

The hall was silent at first, and then became more chaotic.

Two days later, above Asgard.

Two days ago, his senior brother helped Xu Chao to tie his hair, which made him addicted. He was going down the mountain today. In order to impress others, he deliberately got up early to tie his hair.

His hands are not stupid, but he tied his hair in front of the mirror all morning, and it was never as good-looking as his senior brother helped him that day.

He pondered for a while, and finally decided to give up, and asked his brother to help him tie his hair.

The hairpin that the senior brother used to hold his hair that day was gone, the senior brother glanced at him and took out a black jade hairpin.

The ink jade hairpin has fewer patterns, but the jade is clear, and more importantly, the hairpin matches his black robe very well.

Xu Chaoqi looked at the hairpin a few more times, and then looked up at the hairpin on top of his senior brother.This hairpin is the same style as the previous hairpin, but it is different from the hairpin of the senior brother. All the hairpins that the senior brother has brought these days are another style.

just like……

Brother has a set of hairpins, and prepared another set of hairpins that he has never used.

For this reason, he raised his head, but his senior brother pressed his head down.

The senior brother's strength was extremely light, he looked at the reflection, maybe it was because the senior brother specially tied his hair today, the hair he tied was more beautiful than the previous two days.

After a while, a jade crown was placed on top of his head, with black jade inlaid with silver borders, and the silver borders were engraved with the phoenix pattern of the phoenix.

After tidying up, he stood up and faced the mirror. The person in the mirror was wearing a simple black robe and a black crown. He didn't look like an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, but more like a little fairy who had gone through many calamities in the world.

At noon the sun was scorching hot, Xu Chaoqi followed his senior brother down the ladder step by step.

He looked around at the surrounding flowers and plants, and asked curiously, "Brother, we don't leave until noon, will the people below be waiting in a hurry?"

The senior brother seems to be neither fast nor slow, but his steps are always bigger than Xu Chaoqi.Therefore, every time Wen Zhaoxi walked a certain distance, he would always stop and look back at Xu Chaoqi.

"Then let them wait."

Xu Chaoqi: ...

He finally reached the same step with his senior brother, and upon hearing this, he looked up at his tall senior brother's back.

Brother really has a reputation.

In the past, they traveled thousands of miles to meet the monk Yijian, who was a Nascent Soul cultivator. This was an insurmountable mountain for them at that time.

They stood in front of the mountain gate to meet them, but the monks deliberately did not see them. It happened to be a heavy rain, and they were drenched for three days and three nights.

The senior brother held him in his arms, took off his coat and covered his head.

They thought that the monk was trying to hone their character, but who knew that the monk was making a bet with his friends on how far these two idiots at the door could go in pursuit of art?Even if they survived the torrential rain, there are still countless obstacles waiting for them.

He didn't want his brother to wait any longer, so he went in to ask the monk.

When the monk saw his eyes lit up, he smiled and said that it was not impossible to teach sword skills, if he could drink three glasses of wine, he would teach his senior brother sword skills.

He lowered his head and agreed, and when he was about to take the wine glass, a sword shadow pierced the wine glass.

His senior brother came at some time, the rain dripped down his hair, he kicked over the table with a cold face.

"Even if I, Wen Zhaoxi, don't use a sword in this life, you don't want to touch him!"

The memory gradually came back, and the petals floated before Xu Chaoqi's eyes.

Seeing him coming, the senior brother continued to walk down.

He followed the footsteps of his senior brother, looked at Yaoyang, the sunlight made him squint his eyes.

"Brother, how long do we have to go?"

"There are three cups of tea."

They didn't have to go, the senior brother could take him directly to fly down.

It's just that he is in poor health and walks a lot every day, so today the senior brother accompanied him down the steps.

He lifted the hem of his clothes and ran down quickly to avoid tripping.

When he got to the side of the senior brother, he stopped, reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the senior brother.

His fingertips paused when they touched the fabric, he thought for a moment, and quietly stretched his hand inward until his fingertips touched the hot palm, he paused, and finally took hold of the opponent's big palm.

The palm covered with sword cocoons seemed to pause for a moment, Xu Chaoqi was puzzled, he looked up, but his palm was held.

The wide palm wrapped his right hand, and the other party seemed uncertain about the strength, at first it was tight, and then slowly loosened.

Xu Chaoqi didn't feel strangled, but the other party's grip was very firm, and he wouldn't shake it off easily for a while.

The senior brother's palm was very rough, he looked at his senior brother's hand, the senior brother held his palm in a strange posture.

"Brother, are you used to holding a sword?"

The senior brother held him in the same posture as holding the sword, except that he was not a sword, and what the senior brother swung out was not the sword light, but himself.

Wen Zhaoxi seemed to realize something, she turned her head and looked down at the palms they held together, the wide palms moved, and they finally became the normal way of holding hands.

Facing the scorching sun, the senior brother was in front and he was walking behind.

Xu Chao raised his eyelashes. In fact, before he came back to life, he and his senior brother often held hands.

Under the ladder, hundreds of elders and disciples of Yingtianzong waited again.

The sea breeze blows, and a group of monks in white robes hunt around.Everyone looked serious and their nerves were tense.

Only Fu Xuandao dared to raise his head among the disciples of Yingtian Sect present, and the rest bowed their heads to salute the air.

The disciples of the Reflecting Sky Sect took the main seat, and the other 27 Realm Masters and others stood on both sides. They had long lost their arrogance and dignity in front of others.

The head of the Yingtian Sect is now above Long Live, the generation of "Chao".

In terms of seniority, he is not only the patriarch of the Yingtianzong disciples, but also the patriarch of the entire 27 realms.