I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Chapter 396

[65. On the face of beauty]

Bai Li followed the two Blood Pleasure Sect believers who were disguised as small noodle vendors, turned left and right in Tuzhou City, and finally came to a small boat docked in the middle of the river outside Tuzhou City.

Here, he was ordered by the two brothers who sold noodles to wear a white mask with strange symbols painted to cover his face, and then in the cabin, he successfully met dozens of blood lovers who participated in the operation. Followers of the Discovery Sect – they all wear masks, of course.

However, this method of only covering his face naturally could not be concealed from Bai Li. His almost invincible consciousness spread out, and he quickly saw through the faces of these cultists.

When a group of cultists huddled in the boat and listened to the cult leader explaining the key to the operation, Bai Li did two things with one mind. While writing down the information, he also wrote down the breath and face of everyone present.

After saying these things, it looked like the existence of the cult leader, so he let the cultists present disperse, and he himself performed light work, stepping on the waves, and disappeared on the other side of the river.

This gesture is a bit like the master’s Qinggong that Mo Chen described to me at the beginning…

Standing by the river, Bai Li watched the leader of the cult and the rest of the cult members disappear, thinking silently in his heart.

“Let’s go back too.”

The two noodle-selling believers who brought him here before asked Bai Li:

“Little brother, you might as well act with us next.”

“Of course you can, brothers.”

Bai Li smiled at them when he heard the words.

“There is a chance here. When we go back together, how about a chat? In fact, I still have a lot to say about our God and our teachings. I want to have a good chat with the two brothers.”

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The time soon came to mid-May.

During this period of time, Bai Qiuran and the others have tried their best to expand their belief in the establishment of the foundation of Heavenly Venerate among the local people in the world. Li Jinyao has specially selected the kind of chivalrous person who loves each other, but is hindered by face, shyness, or sage. .

Relying on superb observation skills and extremely keen gossip perception, the little witch found someone to start with, basically grabbing a right one. In just ten days, she not only found one or twenty believers for herself, but also contributed to more than a dozen. The right chivalrous hero has received a lot of thanks from people in all corners of the world.

Tang Ruowei would go to those female heroes who looked out of place, had inferiority complexes, and most importantly, had relatively bleak breasts. These days, after pulling down the face, the steel plate still managed to pull a few aircraft carriers.

Bai Qiuran was even more arrogant. He chose to attack those who were defeated in private fights, and he succeeded. He also taught them how to slap their faces back. After so many days, although those who had been fooled by him did not lose their senses. They went to retaliate on the spot, but they actually held their breath, thinking that on the day of the sword discussion, the number of people who signed up would exceed the organizer’s estimate.

In addition to these three guys, there is also Li Xianjing, the god of swordsmanship. This honest man went out. He didn’t fool anyone. Instead, he was sold off by some suspicious traders in Tuzhou, and he spent money to buy a lot of unknown reasons. After that time, Bai Qiuran and the others simply told the old sword god not to go out by himself, stay in the inn to adjust his mentality and cultivate his sword energy.

As for Comrade Bai Li, who broke into the enemy’s interior, these days, they have not met each other. Only at night, Bai Qiuran and Bai Li will communicate with their spiritual sense. During the communication, Bai Qiuran learned that Bai Li’s The division and instigation work went very smoothly.

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, and finally came the day when the Sword Discussion Conference was held.

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The venue for the Sword-Discussion Club was set by Emperor Daxia on the Yuanqing Mountain on the outskirts of Tuzhou. Under the power of the imperial court, this barren mountain has now been thoroughly developed, and several arenas and arenas have been built on the gentle top of the mountain. The square is dedicated to martial arts.

On the day of the event, countless people from the rivers and lakes poured into Yuanqing Mountain. Every mountain road here was very lively, and there was an endless stream of vendors and pawns, which also showed the national strength of today’s Daxia from the side.

At this moment, a group of strange foreigners also walked all the way from the foot of the mountain to the registration site of the Sword Discussion Club.

Their behavior is weird, they are clearly dressed in bright clothes, and their faces are arrogant, but they can’t help but look at the prosperity and novelties on Yuanqing Mountain. Their arrogance seems to be deliberately pretended. Looking at them, they will hold their heads high and talk in a language that Daxia people can’t understand.

This is a group of Shangli people, they are the participating warriors from Shangli country.

“I didn’t expect to see such a situation in Daxia again after the troubled times.”

The middle-aged man in the lead waved the fan in his hand and said to the cronies next to him in a eloquent voice:

“But unfortunately, in terms of prosperity, I am better than Shangli. Everyone said, isn’t it right?”

“Yeah, yes, although this Daxia is big, it is still not as good as our Shangli. After all, we are the world’s most powerful country.”

“In terms of abundant products and outstanding people, we, Shangli, are better than Smecta.”

The cronies around the middle-aged man quickly agreed.

After a pause, the more nimble cronies began to flatter him again.

“And this time, the Sword God abdicated to become a sage. We think that the new generation of Sword God must be your Highness. How can this Great Xia Kingdom find a swordsman who can match you?”

“Hahaha, that’s right.”

If this prince is from Daxia, even if his subordinates flatter him very well, it is time to humble himself. Unfortunately, he is a beautiful person, and he doesn’t know how to write the word self-humiliation at all.

So he burst out laughing and said to his cronies and the warriors who followed him in Li language:

“That’s right, this time without Li Xianjing, I think we can play more freely. Let’s play well. This time, we will try to take back all the first places in this Sword Discourse Club.”

His laughter caused some people’s dissatisfaction, and a group of people dressed as Yamaguchi warriors walked past him. Among them, a little girl frowned and said in a low voice in Yamaguchi:

“It’s so noisy…”

The newly appointed self-proclaimed Sword God of Shangli Kingdom, Prince Wang You was born in a royal family, so he naturally understood this complaint, so he immediately turned his head and cursed at the group of warriors of the evil horse kingdom in fluent Daxia language:

“What are you looking at? Japanese thief!”

“What did you say?”

The group of warriors were immediately annoyed, and they drew their knives one after another, and in the Daxia language, which was not fluent, they cursed at Wang You:

“Kill… kill you!”

“Fool! This is not from Daxia!”

However, the warrior who took the lead was obviously very experienced. He stopped his subordinates, and then sneered at Wang You and the others in Li language:

“Shameless Shangli Pig doesn’t even dare to use his own mother tongue, scumbag.”

After all, the samurai wiped his neck with his thumb in a provocative gesture.

“What did you say?!”

The crowd replaced by Li was excited. Seeing that the two sides were about to clash, several Daxia soldiers suddenly came over and shouted badly:

“What are you doing?”

Kamari’s warrior and Yama’s warrior calmed down.

“Warning you, private fights are prohibited during the registration period, and offenders will directly cancel their qualifications for the competition.”

Several Daxia soldiers scolded:

“I’m going to fight and wait for you to sign up. I’ll fight in the ring of the Sword Discussion Club!”

“Humph.”

After the soldiers of Daxia left, the warriors of the evil horse also released harsh words.

“See you in the ring, Shang Liren, I’m going to cut off your head and make you pay for your rudeness!”

After all, they also left here and went to the other side to sign up, out of sight and out of mind.

“Humph.”

Watching the backs of those Yamaguchi warriors disappear, Wang You stood there and sneered.

“Idiot, before you stand on the ring, my people will take care of you.”

He waved his hand, and his cronies immediately understood, and two people left immediately to prepare for the trick.

“Let’s go.”

Wang You was in a good mood after thinking that he could solve the warriors of the Yamaguo. He took his cronies and continued to walk towards the registration site for the Sword Discourse Club.

When the Shangli people came there, the people who signed up were already lined up, and the beginning and the end could not be seen at a glance.

“Is there too many people in this summer?”

Wang You frowned and said:

“Really alive.”

“His Royal Highness, do you want me to jump in?”

Someone immediately said attentively.

“Well, what team? This prince represents Shangli’s face.”

Wang You reprimanded:

“If you want to cut the queue, that’s your own business, and who you want to sign up for is also your own business.”

His subordinates understood, left immediately, and ran to the front to cut in line.

With his hands behind his back, Wang You stood there leisurely, his eyes wandering, he thought he was very “kingly” and looked at a group of Daxia knights who had signed up. Suddenly, he saw a familiar back in the crowd, let him He was startled.

With half-white hair, a thin but straight back, and the simple but clean sword behind him, it was Li Xianjing, the God of Swords.