Vol 3 Chapter 1070: Compensation (1)

　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan, the master of the Great Ming Dynasty, was a well-known master of the twelve life style two thousand years ago. Together with the other masters of the dynasty, they are called the Double Saints of Great Ming and Ming. In this world, the only ones who dared to come to the White Tower alone to find Lan Xihe and learn from each other were the masters of twelve fate.
　　 They got news that Lan Xihe of the White Tower was injured, and the injuries were serious.
　　 Coincidentally, the opponent of the White Tower is Motian Pavilion.
　　 The Black Tower suffered a collective downgrade incident, including the tower owner, who were recuperating. The Great Circle Royal Court and the Hei Yao Alliance did not dare to act rashly.
　　How to analyze it is a good time to take the opportunity to win the White Tower!
　　 It's a pity that I still lost.
　　 The cold snow water ran down the cheeks, like an ant crawling, cold and itchy.
　　 He hasn't felt this feeling for a long time.
　　 He felt the biting cold infiltrate the five internal organs along his chest...The surging power of that palm was still exerting its surplus power, nailing him to the ground fiercely.
　　 The already numb sense of touch made him miserable.
　　 He actually had a twisted psychology. He wanted to enjoy the pain of this palm and wanted to remember this feeling.
　　 All the pain is far greater than the numbness caused by failure and loss of life.
　　 When he flew out of the dojo... his astrolabe was dark.
　　 This is worse than death!
　　……
　　 Lu Zhou is very calm, his heartstrings are not fluctuating.
　　 This kind of scene is not strange, it is only one life, six thousand points of merit.
　　 It's reasonable to take Tai Xuan's fate with one palm of Ge Tai Xuan.
　　 This series of operations made Lan Xihe and Si Wuya amazed.
　　 Lan Xihe can't do this. Even in her heyday, it was impossible to stand still, carrying all of Gongsun Yuanxuan's big moves.
　　 Lan Xihe couldn't help but raise his hands and applaud.
　　 "Admire, admire... admire..."
　　 Three times in succession, Lan Xihe, who looked languid, may be in a mood, and his face has improved a little.
　　 Si Wuya, the blue-clothed waitress, and other waitresses came to the railing of the dojo and overlooked Gongsun Yuanxuan, who was lying down facing upward.
　　 "It's almost done." Si Wuya said through voice transmission.
　　 Eighty-one floors, not short.
　　 If you are not a practitioner, you can barely see if you look down from the sky.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan heard this, but his chest became tight and he vomited a mouthful of blood.
　　 A familiar sentence... If you listen to persuasion, how can you end up like this?
　　 "Come up." Si Wuya shouted, then returned to the dojo.
　　 Below the white pagoda, many practitioners in white clothes hovered in the air, looking at Gongsun Yuanxuan lying on the ground.
　　 "Guo Shi, are you okay?" Ning Wanqing flew out from the crowd with empty eyes.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan ignored Ning Wanqing.
　　 He clapped his hands suddenly, sat up, glared at Ning Wanqing, and said, "You also come to laugh at me?"
　　 "How am I that kind of person." Ning Wanqing said, "I just feel worthless for the national teacher."
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan coldly snorted: "Fake benevolence and hypocrisy, it is the master Lu of the Motian Pavilion who defeated me, not your White Tower."
　　 "I know it is Pavilion Master Lu."
　　Ning Wanqing is blind. He never judges a person based on his appearance, nor can he see other people's facial features.
　　 "So you guys have colluded together a long time ago."
"If you want to live longer, I suggest you constrain. You guessed your opponents, giving me the illusion of talking to pigs... You are a national teacher, a master of the twelve fate, and stupid people deserve In this status. If you think anger can solve the problem, please do it..." Ning Wanqing said.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan was about to get angry when he heard the word "pig", but the second half of the sentence was like a basin of cold water, extinguishing all his anger.
　　 Can anger solve the problem?
　　 Obviously not.
　　 He climbed up tremblingly like an eggplant beaten by frost.
　　 Stretched Can Xue off his body, raised his head and glanced at the White Pagoda that was thrust into the clouds.
　　 dignified national teacher, a strong man of twelve fate, when did he become so petty?
A sigh.
Hey.
　　Ning Wanwan saw him calm down and said, "I'll give you a piece of advice."
　　 "Let's talk, I'm listening." Gongsun Yuanxuan said.
　　 "Don't use common sense to guess the Devil Heaven Pavilion, they are far stronger than you think. It stands to reason, I really want you to die, but that result is not good for the White Tower. Let's do it for yourself." Ning Wan quickly turned and disappeared.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan was dazed.
　　 He was trained speechlessly by a junior.
　　……
　　 White Tower, in the dojo.
　　 Lan Xihe looked at Luzhou’s back and said:
　　 "Which one is the real you?"
　　 She was puzzled and hard to understand.
　　 Lu Zhou turned around and said, "It's not important."
　　 Si Wuya relief road:
　　 "Lord Lan Pagoda, you can keep your youth forever, and your master's cultivation is not weaker than you. Naturally, you can do this too."
　　 Lan Xihe nodded and whispered softly: "It makes sense... It's just that the last time I met, it made me a little difficult to adapt."
　　 probably has lived for a long time, no longer a person by appearance. Although Lan Xihe looks very young, in the past many years, more people have regarded her as an "old witch" for thousands of years.
　　 Lan Xihe said again:
　　 "Pavilion Master Lu, why didn't you kill him? He is missing his life, and he will certainly hold a grudge."
　　 Tai Xuan has been exhausted, and the rest can only be stuck, which is of little value.
　　 Lu Zhou did not answer her question head-on, but said: "You use a knife to kill people, it works well."
　　 First, he used the blue crystal that contained the aura of emptiness to attract Lu Zhou's attention, and then borrowed the knife to kill.
　　 Lan Xihe said:
　　 "I admit that I am a little selfish... Pavilion Master Lu will not die, will he?"
　　 Lu Zhou said: "You have overlooked a key issue."
"what?"
　　 "Since the old man can kill Gongsun Yuanxuan, he can also kill you."
　　 Lan Xihe is speechless for a while.
　　 Intrigue, conspiracy and intrigue in the face of absolute power are as crisp as paper and meaningless.
　　 At this time, Gongsun Yuanxuan flew up and landed outside the dojo.
　　 He clutched his chest, UU reading www.uukanshu.com walked in with an ugly face. Stopped at a place more than ten meters away from Luzhou, bowed and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Lord Lu."
　　 Strength can destroy all doubts.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan has completely regarded this seemingly young Luzhou as the master of the Demon Heaven Pavilion.
　　 "I knew so, why did you have to?" Lu Zhou glanced at him.
　　 "Pavilion Master Lu taught me...please ask Master Lu to let me live a life." Gongsun Yuanxuan was straightforward, honestly and humbly.
　　 He felt his heart throbbing more and more, and he felt uncomfortable.
　　 Lu Zhou thought for a while, Yu Guang glanced at the smiling Lan Xihe...this Lan Xihe is not simple.
　　 How could she let her take advantage of the fisherman's profit.
　　 "If you want to survive, you can. Send one hundred obsidian essence to the Motian Pavilion." Lu Zhou said very directly.
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan's eyes widened.
　　 The lion has a big mouth!
　　Who can come up with so much obsidian essence.
　　 The bag just now was no more than 20 copies.
　　 Baita has accumulated over a hundred copies for so many years.
　　 "Pavilion Master Lu, can I replace it with other items? One hundred obsidian essence, I really can't get it out!"
　　 Gongsun Yuanxuan bowed and continued:
　　 "This will take at least a thousand years of output. In the past, obsidian mineral resources have been in the hands of Baita."
　　 Lu Zhou said:
　　 "This is your business, of course, the old man can give you one more choice."
　　 He took out the blue crystal from his sleeve and gave Gongsun Yuanxuan a look.
　　 "Find one that can be worth half of the obsidian essence."
　　 "Blue crystal?" Gongsun Yuanxuan turned his head and glanced at Lan Xihe... he secretly said, so willing.