Sword Sovereign Evil Emperor

Chapter 112 My name is Wanyue
Huang Wenlong was completely stunned, staring blankly at Zhan Buge, staring at Zhan Buge's eyes without moving, as if he wanted to see something from this face.

But he was disappointed, this face was very strange, and there was no trace of familiarity.

Under Zhan Buge's superb spirit sword with twelve sword intents, he finally withdrew his sword, turned around and wanted to retreat without saying a word.

"I told you to withdraw your sword, but I didn't let you go. Just like them, get out."

The voice of Zhan Buge suddenly came, and Huang Wenlong exclaimed, a piece of cold scabbard had already hit his cervical spine, paralyzing his body for an instant, and then a strong force came, and his whole body It has already flown out, just like the seven people before, rolling and falling down.

All the people on the eighth floor were silent, no one dared to breathe heavily, staring blankly at Zhan Buge.

The green-clothed girl who had just come up now covered her mouth in shock.

"It's really like what he said, his way is on the ninth floor?...Oh my god, he can have the strength to enter the ninth floor at the age of 20. Among the younger generations of the four major domains, only the four rare monsters can have the supreme honor ..."

"Then, is it true that he has slaughtered millions of people as he said?"

"This, this is too scary. Even if the twelve sword intents are fused together, it is impossible to have such a shocking deed. This information is not credible."

"What a strange genius, where did he come from, and which sect is he a disciple of?"

The girl in green was full of doubts in her heart, and she wanted to speak but was frightened to show off her ability to sing, so she didn't dare to speak.

It's not just her who thinks this way, everyone thinks this way in their hearts, and they are all curious about who Zhan Buge is.

The eighth floor was extremely quiet, but the floors below erupted like waves of shock.

Everyone could see that Huang Wenlong, who was being touted by them to go to heaven, was extremely embarrassed at the moment, spitting blood from the mouth of the eighth floor, rolling down all the way to the first floor.

The strength of Zhan Buge spread all the way to them, until these people rolled to the bottom floor to regain their control, so along the way, from the seventh floor to the first floor, everyone saw this appalling scene.

Just now, the person who was rumored to be like the bright moon in the sky, in their mouths, rolled down the stairs like a dead dog in the next moment, and finally crawled on the ground, in a state of embarrassment.

Teng Teng Teng, a figure quickly came down from the fifth floor, with a terrified expression on his face.

It was Huang Wu, who was praising his brother just now, but in the middle of speaking, he was horrified to find that his brother had rolled down. He didn't dare to hesitate and rushed out to visit his brother.

But at this moment, on the first floor, the young man who had been slapped several times by Huang Wu just now looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

Huang Wu was still bullying him just now, and it was Huang Wenlong who relied on him, but now Huang Wenlong lay on the ground more miserable than himself, got up like a dog, and left in a hurry.

Huang Wenlong lowered his head all the way, and hurried away. He felt that the whole world was watching him, and felt that his face was being slapped one after another by invisible slaps.

A deep-seated hatred burned in his heart, and when he reached an empty corner, he looked up to the upper floors of Qifeng Tower, where there seemed to be a figure looking at him.

As for the people around him, they all looked at Qi Fenglou in dismay at this moment, their eyes were full of disbelief, the strength of Zhan Buge exceeded their expectations.

In the end, Huang Wenlong gritted his teeth, and with strong hatred in his heart, he retreated in embarrassment surrounded by many people.

In Qifeng Tower, there was an astonishing sound wave at this moment, and everyone was whispering to each other to find out what happened just now. They didn't know what happened, but they made random guesses, and it was extremely noisy.

On the eighth floor, Zhan Buge glanced at the surrounding crowd. Although the people here all have the strength of the peak of foundation building, they can't threaten him. There is not much challenge. Put the sword behind his back. Turn around silently and walk towards the ninth floor.

When he was leaving, a weak voice came from behind: "Excuse me, what's your name?"

Zhan Buge was taken aback, his name must not be told to others now, he pondered for a moment, then raised his head and uttered two words: "Wan Yue."

"Canyue?" Many people were startled, such a feminine name without a surname must be a false name fabricated casually, but even if it is a false name, how could such a strong person be called such a weak name?

Only the woman in green savored the meaning of the name carefully for a while, the waning moon...

Zhan Buge turned around and went upstairs, he was the only one who knew the meaning of the name.

"The Crescent Moon and the Stars" He is the crescent moon, and Shan Xingmo is the star.He missed Xingmo.

Before the ninth level of restriction, Zhan Buge's spiritual power was running. His spiritual power was blessed by the twelfth-grade lotus platform, and then condensed by stepping on the sky. In terms of purity alone, it was not weaker than the spiritual power of a Golden Core cultivator.

The spit out of this spiritual power immediately tore the restriction on the ninth floor. Under everyone's gaze, he disappeared on the eighth floor and climbed to the top floor of the Qifeng Building.

The top floor, where even the weakest people have the strength of the golden core, is the place where the real arrogance and the strong gather, but Zhan Buge looks around, there is no one here except for an old man who looks like a boss.

As he came up, the old man who was sitting at a counter casually, sipping wine, suddenly said: "There are only three young people who have integrated more than twelve kinds of wood-type swords in Xi Rongyu, but you are not among them. It must be the arrogance of the hidden world sect. He only came here after hearing about the competition in the four regions. It is very extraordinary to have such strength at such a young age. What is even more rare is that forbearance, which is very precious, but what you said What about the massacre of millions of people?"

Zhan Buge stopped, it was originally his unintentional words, but it was overheard by someone with a heart. He looked around the empty floor, and finally fixed his eyes on the old man, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"It's so strong." He was slightly startled, and felt that the old man in front of him, like the descendants of Cangtu he met at the bottom of the sea, had a sense of oppression. Looking at him was like looking at a mountain, heavy and heavy. Unshakable.

"Why don't you talk." The old man started, his eyes turned to Zhan Buge, this glance had a kind of sharp edge, as if he wanted to see through Zhan Buge.

"Speak wildly, senior is worrying too much." Zhan Buge saluted, then changed the topic: "Dare to ask senior, why is there no one on the ninth floor, which has attracted so much attention?"

"Spoken nonsense..." The old man didn't know what he was thinking in his heart. After a while, he felt that the massacre of a million people was too horrifying. Some couldn't believe it, so he let it go, and his momentum became flat.

"People who can reach the ninth floor are either old and strong, or talented and hard-working young people. They will not waste their time here to have fun. What's more, people who come here will not be long. Run away, and they won't come after a long time. In fact, the meaning of establishing the ninth floor is just to give the monks below an upward thought and promote their cultivation." The old man said lightly, and after looking away, the whole person became like a Like ordinary old people, ordinary and simple.

Zhan Buge's eyes flashed, and he felt a bit of the old man's disposition. He should like to urge people to practice, and he doesn't want others to waste time.

Taking another look at the empty floor, Zhan Buge asked, "Then can I stay here?"

"Do you want to live here?" The old man hesitated for a moment, and after hearing what he said about driving people away, Zhan Buge asked to live here without asking why, which made him ask with great interest, "Why?"

"I won't be disturbed here, I like quietness." Zhan Buge's mind was to pay attention to the old man in front of him, this person should be a strong person in the Transformation Profound Realm.

What kind of special ability Huaxuan has, he still doesn't know the details, if he encounters an enemy at the Huaxuan realm in the future, he may have no room to resist except to run away.

"You can stay if you want, but you have to help me clean the table and take care of this place every day, can you do it?" The old man looked at Zhan Buge and said with a smile. If you can have the strength of a golden core at the age of 20, your talent must be extremely high. And geniuses are generally very proud, who can put down their figure to be a sophomore.

"It's natural." Zhan Buge said casually, without any reaction.

wipe the table?Be a sophomore?For a person in the 21st century in his previous life, there was no conflict and no concern about his figure. After all, he was also a human being, not much nobler than others.

Unexpectedly, when he said this, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, and he called out: "It's rare, the young people nowadays are as proud as the king of heaven and Lao Tzu. It's too rare to have someone like you. , you will live here from now on, the old man will never let anyone come in to disturb you."

As the old man said, with a wave of his hand, Zhan Buge felt that the restriction on the stairs leading to here had been strengthened several times and became thicker.

This made him stunned immediately, and the restriction was strengthened. Although people outside could not come in, he couldn't get out either.

"What are you in a daze for? Since you want to live here and practice, don't think about doing other things. I won't let you out until the Grand Competition in three months' time." The old man smiled slyly, his figure flickered It has disappeared here, and there is only a voice that gradually dissipates in the air: "Remember, I have to clean the house for the old man every day."

At this moment, Zhan Buge was completely sluggish. He originally wanted to contact the Huaxuan expert, but he didn't expect that he would be trapped here, let alone that the old man left directly... After he left, Zhan Buge stayed behind. What's the point here? If you want to practice, where can't you practice...

And when he was trapped here, the boy on the bottom floor of Qifeng Building, who was sitting opposite Zhan Buge and was bullied by Huang Wu, made up his mind at this moment, walked to the counter and asked to be the one on the first floor. The only reason for receiving Xiao Er is the meager treatment of 1000 yuan of Lingshi a month.

He was originally an ordinary disciple of a small sect, and his monthly expenses were hundreds of spirit stones earned by his elderly father. In the past, he could not let go of his status as a monk. Everything is just to become stronger, he has a deep intuition that the person who taught Huang Wenlong so badly is the strange monk who sat opposite him before.

(End of this chapter)