Xu Xiaoshou looked at the dumb little girl and suddenly became interested. He raised his voice and said:

"Oh? Are you doing the sword salute just to deal with me?"

"What does this have to do with me? Don't you want to pay your respects to Mr. Siren?"

"Me!" Beibei felt depressed. At this moment, his eyes looked like they could kill someone. He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course!"

"What?" Xu Xiaoshou held his face again and said in surprise:

"You really want to pay respects to me, Mr. Siren, from the bottom of your heart? He has already said that he is hostile!"

"Beibei, you are the white-robed ruler of the Holy Temple. In broad daylight, you don't even have to pretend, yet you dare to collude with me, the teacher who is the leader of the dark forces. You deserve to be punished!"

Xu Xiaoshou looked around.

Mainly he glanced at the saints in the Holy Temple, and finally pointed at the little girl Beibei very impolitely and said "sentence":

"If I were Dao Xuanji, she would at least have to break two arms, both arms!"

It's quiet everywhere.

Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head.

Xu Xiaoshou never only kills people, he also wants to kill people's hearts.

His last sentence was even more insinuations for countless people in the Holy Temple!

Mr. Zhong, Fang Wenxin, turned pale.

The people in Yujing City below looked at the trembling and crumbling Beibei, feeling their hearts trembling, and began to whisper:

"Master Shou's mouth..."

"Anyway, if I were Beibei, I would die without a fight now."

"No? Brothers, why can't I understand? Why did Bei Jianxian suddenly stop talking? What are you talking about?"

"Ah, don't you understand this... With your kid's IQ, you can't even keep up with the hot shit!"

Li Fugui was mingling among the crowd. He almost clapped his hands and screamed. When he heard the sound, he turned his head and pinched his fingers to explain the numbers one by one to everyone around him:

"Listen up! What Master Shou means by 'breaking two arms' is..."

"The Judgment Department's punishments are excessive, the Taoist Palace Master sits on the sidelines, the ten-member council does nothing, the Xuanji Palace Master is tyrannical and ignorant, and loves to talk nonsense, and Wuyue Sword Immortal has both merit and hard work.

The dismal ending of being beaten down in the end!"

"If you think about it further..."

"Wuyue Sword Immortal took down the Holy Slave's second-in-command, Wu Xiu, but had one of his arms cut off; Rao Yaoyao died for the Holy Temple, and even after his death, he was criticized at the inauguration ceremony of the Master of Xuanji Hall.

"We won't talk about the first seat of the six divisions, let's just look at the Dao Palace Master..."

"Didn't the Dao Palace Master, who had worked diligently for more than thirty years, have his arms broken in the end? The foundation of the Holy Mountain was taken away, and the position of Palace Master was robbed - they were all stabbed in the back!"

"What does shouye mean?"

"What Mr. Shou means is that you can learn from the past and learn from others - if you don't see the Holy Temple, now the three saints are scrupulous about taking action and dare not fight to the death. You, the Northern Sword Immortal, are the only one who has great ability? Strong cultivation? Deep realm? Brain.

The most brilliant one, dare to draw the sword against our master?"

"fart!"

"Even if she, Bei Jianxian, finally defeats Master Shou for the first time, what is waiting for her? Is it a reward? Is it a carry?"

Li Fugui's face turned red as he spoke, his saliva flew everywhere, he flicked his sleeves and robe, and said impassionedly:

"No! It's two broken arms!"

"Even Mr. Ye Bansheng, Mr. Si Ren, can't take it down. Let's take a Shouye who is in the Throne Realm. It's easy to break both arms. It's possible for her to have her head cut off!"

This profound insight shocked everyone around and made them feel numb.

"Brother, what's your surname? You are... too strong! You are so understanding! I'm willing to give you the upper hand, little brother."

"Wow, if I had a brain like yours and an understanding like yours, why would I worry that Grandmaster can't understand the Tao and break through the 'Yin and Yang Realm'?"

A crowd of people gathered around, almost lifting those among them to the altar. Li Fugui smiled and stroked his fake beard:

"My surname is Zhu."

He also said meaningfully:

"The Tao can be broken, but the human relationship cannot be broken; the body can be killed, but the reputation cannot be killed...it depends on how the North Sword Immortal chooses."

"Master Shou has a saying that is very good. All the old people here have learned it, but Bei Jianxian is still too young to understand it."

"What are you talking about?" Everyone's appetites were whetted.

Li Fugui chuckled lightly, looked into the void, showing his temperament like a magic stick, and said rather sadly: "It's rare to be confused."

Hard to be confused?

At this time, everyone frowned and lowered their heads, each chewing something, and if they had some enlightenment, they said, "Brother, your words are... amazing!"

"It's not me who's great, it's Master Shou who's great."

Li Fugui laughed and said: "There are sword cultivators in the Eastern Region who study the Eight Masters' "One Sword, One Song". I am not a scholar. I have been a scholar of Shou for a year and a half, specializing in studying Master Shou's remarks. You guys follow

It’s not at my pace, it’s normal.”

At this moment, a holy sound exploded from the sky, coming from Fang Wenxin, with a murderous aura:

"Who is talking nonsense down there?!"

With a snap, the shoe flew up in everyone's faces, and Li Fugui disappeared out of sight.

…

Don't say it yet.

Just a joke.

When the whispers in Yujing City died down, Beibei was affected.

Although the understanding of that "student" is exaggerated, the insights are undoubtedly unique and to the point!

Beibei touched the letter of invitation in his hand, hesitating...

Let’s not talk about victory.

If defeated, Xu Xiaoshou's words sound like child's play. Can he really save his own hands?

Behind and to the side, Lian Xier looked at this scene with disdain.

During Mu Zixi's period, she had seen Xu Xiaoshou kill people invisible with verbal and sword skills so many times, so it was difficult for her to feel disturbed again.

But when even the white-robed Taoist Master was drunk, he still felt in a trance.

Bei Bei is indeed not well-known. Only when the new list of Seven Sword Immortals came out, some of her achievements were spread...

But there is no doubt that she is strong.

The Seven Swordsmen's first ranking list will not be random, and no matter how stupid the Holy Temple is, it will not randomly arrange people to be promoted.

Just look at the last white-clad ruler and you will know that Beibei is on par with Gou Wuyue's combat power when he first took office.

But facing Xu Xiaoshou, she really looked like a child!

On the other hand, Xu Xiaoshou...

After this guy finished speaking, boundless ghostly aura erupted from his feet.

He once again sat astride the Ghost Throne, full of arrogance, looking around at the people around him, especially after he burst into tears, and chuckled:

"I am invincible among my peers!"

"I'll give you another chance, and it's also a piece of advice."

"If you retreat now, you can still keep your position as the Taoist Master in White, and you can also keep the face of the Seven Swords Immortal. Think twice!"

When he said this, he tightened his sword in tears and wanted to give it a try.

But he still knew the occasion clearly.

Afterwards, he can challenge Xu Xiaoshou. In front of Yujing City and the Holy Temple, the Holy Slave is a family.

When Beibei heard the sound, he became quiet.

She looked back and saw that Gu Yu and Liu Fuyu were behind, looking at her from a distance.

No one spoke, no one laughed.

But maybe, no one thinks they can win, right?

The city of Yujing was in an uproar. Under the attention of everyone, Beibei smiled, threw the letter of invitation forward, held the sword in a very formal manner and performed the ancient ceremony, and said loudly:

"Seven Swordsmen Beibei officially challenges Xu Xiaoshou."

"This battle is known to all the world and is known to all the five regions. The Feng Family of the Southern Region will supervise the battle. We sincerely invite ancient sword cultivators from the mainland to come to the Central Region to observe the ceremony."

"The location is Jade Capital City, and the time is set in three days."

After a pause, Beibei's eyes were deliberately more provocative, and he glanced at the young man in black opposite:
Chapter completed!