brother is right

Chapter 463 It's Time to Kill!

"Prince Prince?"

As if he heard Wang Fugui's words, a group of people with swords on their backs not far away looked this way. One of them stretched out his two fingers, and the long sword was unsheathed behind him, wrapping himself with a ray of sword light, and suddenly increased his speed , rushed here quickly.

The man's temples were gray and his face was a little bit vicissitudes. Judging from his age, he should be in his fifties or sixties. Song Yin thought he was a fourth-tier man, but his lifespan did not grow at all, and his face was also equal to his age.

"Long time no see, Mr. Wang, he has grown up a lot." The man smiled.

"I've seen Master Xu, my father has been thinking about you, and also thinking about when you will come to Yandu again as a guest." Wang Fugui cupped his hands.

"Well, after the Ascension Ceremony, I will choose another day to visit, but I will disturb you then." Master Xu said with a smile.

"The Wang family will definitely be waiting for you." Wang Fugui lowered his head, very humble.

Head Xu nodded, and then looked at the others. His eyes passed Qian Sansi and Wang Shangde, and he stared directly at Song Yin and his party, showing surprise.

"These are."

"Master Xu, these people are from Jinxianmen." Wang Fugui said.

"Golden Immortal Gate? I haven't heard of it."

Master Xu took a closer look at them again, "They are nice people, why don't you join my Wanjian Sect, and my Wanjian Sect will be the leader of the righteous way in the future, and we can join in the grand event together."

His eyes were mainly on Zhang Feixuan and the other four.

The man in brocade clothes is handsome and handsome, and his son is like jade. At first glance, he is a good seedling of cultivation.

The one who looks like a cow is really a strong man, and his physique looks extraordinary.

His tall and thin temperament is cold and arrogant, in line with the standards of his Ten Thousand Swords School.

And that little girl, like a fairy boy, is beautiful and endearing.

No matter how extraordinary he looked, he was obviously qualified.

As for the farmer-like one, he ignored it.

This kind of ordinary people, with ordinary appearance, no temperament, and no fluctuations in mana, look like they have no qualifications, and they are nothing eye-catching.

"Senior brother, can I beat him?" Wang Qizheng rubbed his teeth, his fists clenched loudly.

Ordinary people are fine, if they don't understand or understand, the senior brother is still present, so he can't get angry with ordinary people.

This ignorant dish that also refines Qi, is actually prying a corner here?

"rude."

Head Xu looked at Wang Qizheng with even more disdain, and shook his head, "If you figure it out, you can look for me after the Ascension Ceremony, and I won't accept you if it's too late."

The sword light flashed again, and he returned to the team without looking at them any more.

"The Wanjian Sect is like this. They are very proud. Of course, they also have the qualifications to be proud."

Wang Fugui said: "The leader, Xu Nan, exists in the Mahayana period, and he is still in the late Mahayana period. After Zheng Zongzhu ascends, he will be the strongest today. At that time, Wanjian Sect will return to the position of leader of the righteous way."

With a smile, he looked at Song Yin and the others: "This is an opportunity, how many people should accept it?"

Zhang Feixuan laughed and said: "Forget it, I'm a small family of Jinxianmen, I'm afraid I won't be able to climb high."

"Is it a small door?"

Wang Fugui smiled and shook his head: "In my opinion, you are all the proud sons of heaven. In time, I will definitely be famous for my big Yan. When the time comes, the small family will become a big family."

"Then let me borrow the prince's good words." Zhang Feixuan bowed his hands and smiled.

Wang Fugui's smile became even brighter, "If you need any help, just ask. Although I'm not a cultivator, I still have some influence in this world."

"Easy to say, easy to say, all thanks to Brother Wang."

"Don't dare, brother"

"Surname Zhang."

"Brother Zhang is an outstanding talent!"

The two came and went, greeting each other, while Wang Fugui was talking, he suddenly froze for a moment, and subconsciously looked at Zhang Feixuan, only to see that the latter was also looking at him meaningfully.

This glance made Wang Fugui laugh dumbfounded.

"Brother Zhang, you don't need to be like this, you are all practitioners." He held back a little bit of false temptation, and said with cupped hands.

"Get used to it, get used to it."

Zhang Feixuan waved his hands and said, "Brother Wang is worthy of being born in a noble family."

Just as Wang Fugui noticed that Zhang Feixuan, a practitioner, was not of low background, Zhang Feixuan also thought this person was quite interesting. He was young, and his speech was full of holes, so he stepped into it without paying attention.

At his age, he is certainly old enough to be his father, but it is quite a feat that he did not take advantage of him in a verbal confrontation.

These people have a dirty heart.

Too bad it's a dreg.

Zhang Feixuan sighed secretly in his heart.

Otherwise, if he introduces the door, with his ingenuity, he will definitely be a big help. In this case, he will not need to use his brain alone for many things.

"Brother Zhang is a wonderful person."

Wang Fugui stopped laughing, looked to the side, leaned over and whispered to Zhang Feixuan: "I want to tell you, you should be the senior brother."

While speaking, his eyes kept turning to Song Yin's side, Zhang Feixuan also looked over, and found that the senior was staring at the Wanjian faction in a daze.

"You junior fellow apprentices are all proud, but on the contrary, you, my senior fellow apprentice, are so fascinated by this."

"This"

Just as Zhang Feixuan was about to speak, Wang Fugui gave an 'I understand' look and sighed:

"That's right, senior brother, it doesn't necessarily mean that you have good aptitude, maybe it's just an early entry. It's a pity that I am not in power. If I am the prime minister in the future, I will definitely suggest that your majesty change the rules of this sect. Those who are capable It’s fair to those who come after me, rather than looking at qualifications.”

"I'm a kind person, so I don't see people who are ranked according to their seniority. Otherwise, with Brother Zhang's qualifications, he must be"

"It's also junior brother, junior brother!"

Zhang Feixuan shouted: "Junior brother is enough!"

Fair enough.
Jinxianmen is fair enough.

The senior brother is a typical late comer, so it is not the top. The former senior brother was beaten up, and the master was suppressed so much that he did not dare to speak in front of his face. If they want to be fair and fair, they will wipe their necks.

"Brother Wang, this Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

Song Yin turned his eyes away from the Wanjian faction, and said to Wang Fugui, "Is it different from others when you ascend? Don't you leave your body?"

"Indeed."

Wang Fugui said: "I heard from my father that the last Ascension Ceremony was when the former head of the Wanjian Sect ascended, leaving his body behind, and a sword that he had practiced all the year round flew up into the sky. They all said that he was already a human sword. Flesh."

"Should kill!"

As soon as these two words came out, Wang Fugui inexplicably felt a little cold in his body, which made him shiver.

"Song, Brother Song...?" He stammered and asked.

Song Yin's eyes were cold, and he said slowly: "Evil way should be killed!"

"Brother is right!"

The four of them hurriedly bowed their heads and stood there solemnly, not daring to speak.

If you don't cultivate your body and internal organs, then it's not the Baiyumen and Hongye sect's cuisine, but you specialize in the soul, so what kind of game is it to control the sword with the spirit.

If it is a true practice of Taoism and Qi refining, then there are still considerations.

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This is obviously Qinglianzong's dish.

Turn into a sword and soar?
Flying into the hands of the Qinglian Sect, and then swallowing its soul, and the cultivation method that has spent a lifetime of painstaking efforts, I am afraid that it will not be used in the hands of people.

Song Yin quickly thought of the first time he saw the Qinglian Sect member, it seemed that he was also holding a sword.
It's not enough to deceive others and take their blood for your own use, but you also have to eat the clean things of people and their souls.

How not to kill? !
(End of this chapter)