Chapter 4190: : Thirty-eight thousand dollars! !

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"Haha, Chongshan, your mood is calm, you have improved."
The white-clothed man smiled slightly, his unpredictable eyes looked at the monster heavy mountain, and the monster heavy mountain showed respect.
The man in white did not veto the opinions of the monster Chongshan, obviously he had already acquiesced.
He looked at this cloud and mist, his eyes were inexplicable, and he didn't know when he once again showed a faint smile: "This Ye Wuque is quite mysterious. Even the two first adults can support him, and I wasted my ancestors' accumulation. A chance."
As soon as these words came out, it proved that the identity of the man in white was...Hua Teng!
"Brother Hua, both Xiao Yuanqing and Hua Tian were involved in this matter. I think they must be very uncomfortable now."
The monster Zhongshan said cautiously.
"It's just that it's uncomfortable. One Ye Wuque stirred up the situation of the Nine Veins of the Ancient League. It hasn't been so lively for a long time."
"Three million meritorious services, really an amazing number!"
"'Universal Light Realm' the Great Soul Sage of Nirvana, ha ha..."
As if thinking of something, Huateng smiled again.
"But among these people, the most uncomfortable one is probably all day long."
"Sparse shadows and slanting water are clear and shallow, and a dark fragrance floats in the moonlight..."
"It is indeed a good poem! It seems that this Ye Wuque is indeed fascinated by An Qingqian. Maybe, after ten days, there will be a good show in the coronation ceremony."
The monster Zhongshan also reacted, and also showed a grinning smile: "According to the temper of Tiantiandu, Ye Wuque will end up miserably!"
"I don't know how many Jiumai disciples who pursued An Qingqian at the beginning, but how many of them will be intact in the end?"
"All day long, An Qingqian has been regarded as his own thing, whoever dares to get involved will be worse than dead, and be crying for his mother!"
"Maybe, it's not just all day long..."
The smile on Huateng's face became stronger and deeper, and there was a deep look in his unpredictable eyes.
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Next to Linghu, there are ten chessboards.
At this moment, there was only one person sitting quietly on a rock.
It was a man in black robes who played against the top ten chess masters, but if he saw him, he would respectfully yell...Brother Xiao!
Because he is Xiao Yuanqing!
Among the nine veins of the Ancient League, one of the most qualified disciples.
brush!
Xiao Yuanqing's closed eyes suddenly opened, and there was a calm inside, and there was a sense of Zhizhu holding it.
"A chess piece, wanting to jump out of the board."
"But, do you have this qualification?"
Xiao Yuanqing whispered softly, a faint arc slowly flowing out of the corner of his mouth.
And because of the curvature of the corners of the mouth, Xiao Yuanqing's whole person instantly became extremely mysterious!
An indescribable terrifying aura radiated from his body, and the Linghu lake not far away was shaking slightly.
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"Sparse shadows and slanting water are clear and shallow, and a dark fragrance floats in the moonlight..."
In a sea of ​​flowers, at this moment, a beautiful figure is slowly pacing forward, but the two lines of poetry are constantly chanting in his mouth.
Until a certain moment, this shadow suddenly stopped, and a beautiful face appeared.
In terms of appearance alone, this woman is slightly inferior to the An's sisters, but she is also very beautiful, and this woman has an indescribable temperament all over her body, like a flower god, and her body is beautiful and graceful. The colorful martial arts skirts hunt in the wind, which is very moving.
"Sister Qian..."
At this moment, a female disciple came quickly from far and near, and stopped respectfully at a distance of a hundred meters away, before continuing to speak: "Senior Sister Qizhen Qian, Senior Brother Bai is visiting, just outside."
In the sea of ​​flowers, that Qianying gently squeezed a beautiful blooming flower and held it in her hand. After a slight sniff, a faint smile appeared on her beautiful pretty face.
With a wave of her delicate hand, the flower in her hand immediately flew up, the petals shattered, and finally turned into three words again in the void... Ye Wuque!
Looking at these three words, this woman stepped out of the sea of ​​flowers.
The moment this woman walked out of the sea of ​​flowers, the three words "Ye Wuqi" formed by petals in the void instantly shattered, turning into powder and dissipating.
The female disciple who came to report followed behind, but at the moment she felt nervous.
She knew clearly.
Senior Sister Qian never picks flowers by herself.
If she does, that name means someone is going to...unlucky!
However, this female disciple looked at the beautiful shadow in front of her, but there was a deep longing in her eyes.
Because she is Qianhui!
Among the countless disciples of the Nine Vessels of the Ancient League, one of the most powerful people competing for the title of "Quasi Lingzi".
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Chi Chi Chi Chi...
Under an ancient tree, there was a constant piercing roar at this moment, which made people very uncomfortable, because it was the sound of sharpening a knife.
A figure is sitting in front of a huge whetstone at this moment.
A sharp long knife sharpened gently!
The blade's blade shone more and more, and the cold breath continued to radiate, as if the ice was everywhere.
Until a certain moment, the sharpener suddenly stopped and raised Xueliang's long knife. The blade was transparent, like a mirror. At this moment, a pair of scary and permeating eyes were reflected.
"Only rubbed thirty-eight times?"
The voice of a man with a trace of dissatisfaction sounded softly, it was from the sharpener.
"Don't you mean that I can only chop Ye Wuque with thirty-eight dollars?"
"Too little...too little..."
"He looked at Qing Qian so many eyes, and even touched Qing Qian's body, and cut him at thirty-eight times. I would be very unhappy..."
"Not enough, far from enough..."
"A maggot-like thing has tarnished the pure holiness. At least 38,000 knives would have to be cut to barely enough..."
Whispering to himself, the sharpener put down the knife again and began to sharpen the knife again.
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"Senior Brother Ye, from here, all the mountains behind to the back are all blank and uninhabited. Brother Ye can choose one of them and hang up his identity tag. From now on, that mountain will belong exclusively to Brother Ye has you."
Before the beautiful mountains, Wang Qiu stopped, and at this moment pointed to the front and spoke respectfully.
For more than an hour in the past, under the leadership of Wang Qiu, the four of Ye Wuque had a general understanding of the basic situation of the profound veins. In the end, Wang Qiu brought them here and chose his own mountain.
"Understood, thank you Junior Brother Wang."
Ye Wuque spoke politely.
Hearing this, Wang Qiu was a little excited, and he waved his hand quickly and said, "It should be! Then Brother Ye, you can retire first!"
Immediately, Wang Qiu left.
Ye Wuque flew slowly above the void, looking at the many mountains in the distance, his bright eyes kept scanning, seeming to be choosing.
After three to five breaths, his eyes lit up slightly.
"From the location point of view, this one is the most suitable..."
Shoo!
Mu Daoqi and the three immediately followed Ye Wuque into the sky, and soon the four fell on a mountain peak.
This mountain is located on the edge of the group of peaks, isolated from the rest of the mountains. It is a bit remote, but it is b