I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years - 396. 65. Shang Liren's mouth and face

Bai Li followed the two followers of the Blood Joy sect disguised as small noodle vendors, and turned left and right in the middle of Tuzhou City, and finally came to a small boat docked in the middle of the river outside Tuzhou City.

Here, he was ordered to wear a white mask painted with strange symbols on his face by the two brothers who sold noodles. Then, in the cabin, he successfully saw dozens of bloody joys who participated in the operation. Believers of the Discovery Sect-of course they all wear masks.

However, this method of covering only his face naturally couldn’t hide from Bai Li, his almost invincible consciousness spread out, and he quickly saw through the faces of these cultists.

When a group of cultists squeezed in the boat and listened to the cult leader’s explanation of the key to this operation, Bai Li focused on doing two things. 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, and let the cultists present to disperse, and he himself performed light work, stepped on the waves, and disappeared on the other side of the river.

This posture is a bit like the light work of the master that Mo Chen described to me at the beginning…

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

“Let’s go back too.”

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

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

“Of course, two brothers.”

Bai Li smiled at them upon hearing this.

“It just happens to be here. When we go back together, how about chatting? In fact, I still have a lot of words about our gods and our doctrines. I want to have a good conversation 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 worked hard to expand their belief in the building of the Heavenly Venerable among the local community of people. Li Jinyao specifically selects the kind of knights who are happy with each other, but are hindered by face, shyness, or opinion. .

Relying on her superb skills in observing words, observing colors and extremely keen sense of gossip, the little witch finds someone to start, basically a quasi-child. In just ten days, she not only found ten or twenty believers for herself, but also contributed to more than ten. The pair of heroes received a lot of gratitude from people in the rivers and lakes.

Tang Ruowei would go to look for those who look more outlier, more inferior, and most importantly women with bleak breasts. These days, the steel plate has successfully pulled several aircraft carriers.

Bai Qiuran is even more arrogant. He focuses on those who have lost in private fights, and he succeeds in starting. He also teaches others how to slap their faces back. For more than ten days, although the people who were fooled by him did not lose their minds. They retaliated on the spot, but they actually took a sigh of relief in their hearts. They wanted to come to the conference on the day that 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 sword god of Shangli. This honest man walked out, but he didn’t fool around, but was reversed by some suspicious vendors in Tuzhou. He spent money to buy a lot of unknowns. After that time, Bai Qiuran and the others simply told the old sword god not to go out by themselves, and stayed in the inn to adjust their mentality and cultivate sword energy.

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

Everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, and finally came the day of the conference on the sword.

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The venue of the sword meeting was set by the 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 the gentle mountain top has been built into several arenas and The square is specially used to discuss martial arts.

On the day of the event, countless people from the rivers and lakes flocked to Yuanqingshan. Every mountain road here was full of excitement. The traffickers and pawns were endless, which also showed the national strength of Daxia from the side.

At this moment, a group of weird foreigners also walked all the way from the foot of the mountain to the place where the Lunjian Club was registered.

They behave strangely, with bright clothes and arrogant complexions, but they can’t help but look at the prosperous sceneries and novelties on Yuanqing Mountain. Their arrogance seems to be deliberately pretended, whenever there is a big summer person. Looking at them, they would hold their heads up and talk in a language that Daxia people could not understand.

This is a group of Shangli people, they are contestants from Shangli country.

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

The middle-aged man headed by the head shook the fan in his hand, and said to the cronies next to him in a sigh of relief:

“It’s a pity, if it’s prosperous, I’m better at Shangli. Everyone said, right?”

“Yes, yes, although this big summer is big, it is still not as good as our Shangli. After all, our Shangli is the number one power in the world.”

“If we talk about the abundance of products and the outstanding people, we still have a better Smecta than Shangli.”

The cronies around the middle-aged man quickly agreed.

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

“Furthermore, this time the sword god abdicated to the virtuous. We think that the new generation of sword god must belong to your Highness. How can this Great Xia Kingdom find a swordsman that can rival you?”

“Hahaha, that’s right.”

If the prince is a big summer, even if his subordinates are very good at flattering him, he should be humble now. Unfortunately, he is a beautiful lady and doesn’t know how to write the word self-effacement at all.

So he laughed loudly and said to his cronies and the warriors who followed in Liyu:

“Yes, this time without Li Xianjing, I think we can play more comfortably. Everyone play well. This time, we will try to get back all the firsts in this forum.”

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

“It’s noisy…”

Shang Liguo’s new self-proclaimed sword god, Wang You, who was born in the royal family, naturally understood this complaint, so he immediately turned his head and cursed at the group of Samurai warriors in a fluent Daxia language:

“What are you looking at? The Japanese thief!”

“What did you say?”

The group of warriors immediately became angry and drew their knives one after another. Speaking of Daxia language that was not fluent, they yelled at Wang You:

“Kill…Kill you!”

“Fool! This is not a Daxia!”

However, the samurai who took the lead was obviously very experienced. He stopped his subordinates, then used Liyu, sneered at Wang You and the others:

“Shameless Shanglizhu, dare not even use his own mother tongue, scum.”

After all, the samurai wiped his neck with his thumb, acting provocatively.

“What did you say?!”

At this time, the crowd in Shang Li was excited. Seeing that the two sides were about to clashed, several Daxia soldiers on the side suddenly walked over and shouted with an unkind expression:

“What are you doing?”

The samurai of Shangri and the samurai of Eima calmed down.

“Warning you, private fights are forbidden during the registration period, and offenders will directly invalidate the qualifications of the competition.”

Several Daxia soldiers scolded:

“I’m going to fight when you sign up, and go to the sword club ring to fight!”

“Humph.”

After several Daxia’s soldiers had left, the evil horse’s warriors also let out ruthless words.

“See you in the ring, Shang Liren, I will cut your head and make you pay for your rudeness!”

After all, they also left here and went to the other side to sign up, not seeing or worrying.

“Humph.”

Watching the backs of the Samurai warriors disappear, Wang You stood in place and sneered to himself.

“Idiot, my people will get rid of you before you stand in the ring.”

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

“let’s go.”

After thinking of the samurai who could solve the evil horse kingdom, Wang You was in a good mood. He took his trusted followers and continued to walk towards the place where the Lunjian Club was registered.

When the Shangli people came there, there was already a long queue of applicants, and they couldn’t see the beginning and the end at a glance.

“There are too many people in Daxia, right?”

Wang You frowned and said:

“Really able to give birth.”

“His Royal Highness, do you want me to join the team?”

The subordinates immediately said diligently.

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

Wang You scolded:

“If you want to jump in the queue, that’s your own business. Whoever you want to register for is also your own business.”

His subordinates knew, left immediately, ran to the front and jumped in the line.

Wang You, standing with his back on his back, leisurely standing in place, gazing gazes, he thought he looked at the group of great summer knights who had signed up, suddenly, he saw a familiar back in the crowd, let He was surprised.

Half-white hair, thin but tall back, and the simple but clean sword behind him, it was Li Xianjing who was in front of the sword god Li Xianjing.