First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 273: 10 Fangge’s decision

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"Definitely!"

Wang Zhuo's words are eloquent.

Su Yi thought for a while and said, "Do you have a pen and paper with you?"

Wang Zhuo immediately took out a pen and paper from a treasure bag and handed it over.

Su Yi flicked his pen and hurriedly wrote a note to seal it, then took out the black copper whistle that looked like a snail and placed it on his lips and blew it.

Om!

A strange rhythm resounded, reaching the sky through the rain curtain.

In just a moment, a swift light sparrow burst into the air, its wings were pale gray, like a small goshawk, with a pair of blue eyes and a pair of bright red claws.

Su Yi threw the note in his hand, Jiguang Que's figure flashed, and the note was in his mouth before breaking through the air.

"You can leave now."

Su Yi turned to look at Wang Zhuo.

Wang Zhuo seemed to be in disbelief and said, "Young Master Su is sure you want to release Wang?"

"You still think about how to go in the future."

Speaking, Su Yi held the oil-paper umbrella and walked towards the distance.

The rain gradually became smaller, and the mist filled the mountains and fields, and soon Su Yi could no longer be seen.

Wang Zhuo stared blankly at this scene, only to be sure that he had escaped the catastrophe.

He couldn't help laughing at himself: "I'm still one of the top ten innate martial sects in this week. Compared with real practitioners, I'm just an ant in the mundane world..."

With a long sigh, the ruler of the Tianxing Academy stood up and walked away, lonely.

……

The night is like ink.

The summit of a lonely mountain.

The bonfire was raging, and a skinny old man with scribbled beards sat on the ground, holding a scroll of ancient books, quietly studying by the firelight, with a leisurely demeanor.

Not far away, a middle-aged monk wearing a cassock, with a shiny bald head and a fat body, was sleeping soundly on the soft straw, snoring like thunder.

On one side of a vigorous pine tree, sitting cross-legged, a black-robed man with an old-fashioned and serious appearance, his eyes were slightly closed, and his breath was long.

And on the edge of the cliff, there was a young man in white robe sitting there, holding a brown and oily roast chicken in his hand, eating his mouth full of oil, and his delicate face was full of enjoyment.

Suddenly, in the far-off night sky, a swift-light sparrow came through the sky.

The white-robed boy who was eating chicken reached out and pointed at the thin old man by the bonfire, and said vaguely, "Go find him."

Shhh!

The dazzling sparrow landed on the shoulders of the skinny old man.

The skinny old man reluctantly put away the scroll in his hand, took out a round and clear bronze mirror from his sleeve robe, made a tact in his hand, and lightly moved towards Jiguang Que.

Shout!

The body of the swift light bird trembled, and the pair of green pupils shot out a magnificent and colorful light, and when it was reflected on the round copper mirror, a scene suddenly emerged.

That is the scene of the battle that took place in the Longqiao Station.

"So soon?"

The skinny old man was surprised.

Soon, when he saw the scene where Su Yi killed the girl who played Fuqin with his sword in the air, the skinny old man couldn't help but be moved and muttered:

"What a terrible swordsmanship!"

As one of the seven elders of Shifang Pavilion distributed in Dazhou, the skinny old man naturally knew that this woman playing the qin was a congenital martial sect from Daqin.

His name is Huang Duanyu, titled "Qin Sword Master", proficient in swordsmanship and piano skills, and his strength is placed in the Dazhou territory, which is enough to be a king and a minister.

But it was such a congenital Martial Sect who was split in half by a sword!

The **** scene made the skinny old man gasp.

"I'll take a look."

The boy in the white robe leaned over with the half-eaten roast chicken and stared at it with smart eyes

Looking at the scenes, my face was full of curiosity.

Soon, when he saw Tie Kong and the eighteen figures forming the "Qi Gathering Formation" attacking, the white-robed boy clicked his tongue and exclaimed:

"This battle formation is so powerful that the strength of Tie Kong's 'Violent Violent Ape' has at least doubled, and he can compete with Wang Zhuo."

But not long after he finished speaking, the white-robed boy was stunned, holding the roast chicken in his hands, his delicate cheeks filled with shock.

The skinny old man on one side also had his eyes straight.

Another sword, slashing the iron sky, breaking the battle formation, and piercing the earth!

"This is what a person with the second level of the master can do?"

A strange cry sounded. I don't know when, the fat monk who was lying there and sleeping soundly, also came over. When he saw this scene, his fat cheeks shook violently, his face full of surprise. .

The boy in white robe murmured, "This sword is not easy!"

The skinny old man said: "Su Yi's background is even more terrifying!"

Speaking, they and the fat monk looked at each other, and both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

This is also the first time the elders of the Shifang Pavilion have seen Su Yi's battle, although they have already learned about Su Yi's details through various means.

But when they actually saw this scene of **** battles that could be called crushing, they couldn't calm down.

The skinny old man pondered: "It seems that we need to re-evaluate the fighting strength of this son Su Yi."

The white-robed boy sighed: "I suddenly feel a little sympathetic to those guys who plan to **** Su Yi's fortune..."

The fat monk snatched half of the roast chicken from the hands of the white-robed boy, took a bite, and said with a stirring of his cheeks:

"It's a good thing,

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If this kid wasn't taken by some old monster, I wouldn't believe the monk was killed! "

Just as he was talking, the man in the dark robe who was sitting cross-legged on the pine tree came over, his stern and serious face was full of displeasure: "Shouting, what a formality!"

Speaking, he frowned and saw the scenes of Wang Zhuo killing the thin old man and the other eighteen strong men, and couldn't help but say: "King Qingxun actually confessed?"

The skinny old man looked complicated and said with emotion: "It is understandable to save his life. After all, his opponent is too terrible."

And when I saw the strange scene after Su Yijian killed the black civet cat, the expressions of the four elders of the Great Zhou Shifang Pavilion all changed.

"This black civet cat has a ghost attached to it!?"

"The origin of the ghost is destined to be difficult."

"Unfortunately, I can't understand their conversation..."

Because these scenes were all seen by Jiguang Que from thousands of meters away, they could only see the picture, but could not hear any sound.

So much so that the four skinny old men didn't know that the wisp of demon soul was actually transformed by the soul of a great spiritual monk who called himself "True Monarch Pomegranate Fire".

But even so, such a strange scene surprised them all.

At this point, all images disappear.

The skinny old man put away the round copper plate, glanced at the other three, and said, "Do you think the details of such a battle should be announced to the public?"

The black-robed man spoke first and said, "If you do this, you will definitely offend Su Yi. After all, these battle details will most likely be used by his enemies."

The boy in white robe couldn't help reminding: "Don't forget, we have sold Su Yi's trace as information this time. If I were Su Yi, I must have hated our Shifang Pavilion."

The fat monk touched his shiny head and couldn't help complaining:

"I don't know what the boss thinks. If you have to mix it in, you have to exchange Su Yi's trace for money. It's just getting into the eyes of money."

The others were silent for a while.

Among the seven elders of the Shifang Pavilion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the first elder is the number one person.

The Great Elder is good at everything, but there is only one problem, that is, he is too obsessed with accumulating money.

Like this trace of Su Yi, it was sold by the elders as top-secret information.

The boy in white robe muttered, "If the boss knew the details of this battle, he would regret taking Su Yi's whereabouts to make money."

The other three said in unison: "The boss will definitely not regret it!"

They know too well that as long as they can make money, there is nothing that the boss dare not do.

At this moment, there was another sound of breaking in the night sky in the distance——

A swift light sparrow flew over and landed on the shoulders of the white-robed boy.

"Hey, there's a note."

The boy in white robe took a note from Jiguangque's mouth and opened it.

Everyone put their heads together.

Just see the text on it: "Take the trace of someone Su to make money? Yes, but you need to give me 90%, otherwise, don't blame me for coming to the door to settle accounts in the future."

"Furthermore, don't say anything evil, see no evil, next time I find out that there is a light sparrow watching my battle, I will definitely kill it."

Signed: Su Yi.

The handwriting is elegant and flying, the iron painted with silver hooks, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, just like a series of sharp swords that are vertical and horizontal.

"He... how dare he threaten us?"

The white-robed boy said blankly.

The fat middle-aged sighed and said, "Look, I said it, this Su Yi is obviously dissatisfied with our Shifang Pavilion!"

The black-robed man said sharply: "But he didn't stop us from leaking his tracks."

"But... how could the boss promise to share 90% of the wealth."

The skinny old man shook his head.

The black-robed man said: "Let the boss decide on this matter."

"Alright."

The other three readily agreed.

They don't want to provoke a scumbag like Su Yi, who is suspected of being taken over by the old monster.

Soon, this note from Su Yi was taken by Jiguangque and flew away.

Time ticks by.

Until the night fades and dawn will break.

The skinny old man and the others received a letter from the Great Elder of Shifang Pavilion.

There is only one sentence in the letter: "Do as he says."

Seeing this, the skinny old man and the others were all surprised. When was the boss willing to spit out the meat he had eaten in his mouth?

The fat monk scratched his head: "This is not the style of the head."

The white-robed boy gloated and speculated: "The boss must be afraid of being targeted by a stubborn guy like Su Yi... Although the boss is very strong, Su Yi may also be an old demon who was taken away. Who can Aren't you afraid?"

The black-robed man frowned and said, "The boss must have noticed something to make such a decision."

"What are you thinking about~IndoMTL.com~ The most urgent task is to quickly reply to Su Yi, no matter what you think, monk, I don't want to be targeted by such a dangerous guy..."

The obese monk urged.

Seeing this, the other three nodded.

Soon, a swift light sparrow took the Shifang Pavilion's reply and left.

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