Chapter 877 Xin Zhuo, your death has come
The breeze blew on the faces of Ji Pixuan, Zhou Waner and Bai Xuanji with the sparkling lake surface. The three of them looked at Xin Zhuo with a bit of scrutiny, trying to see Zhuo's panic, this seems to be a very interesting thing, but it is destined to be disappointed.
Xin Zhuo didn't have too many expression fluctuations, and didn't even blink his eyelids. He was still focused on fishing.
What he had been worried about finally happened. However, it was impossible for him to leave before getting accurate information from Da Gan. The "ace" is the confidence, so he wants to take a gamble. If he doesn't dare to gamble in life, what is the difference between it and salted fish?
What's more, even if he is a quasi-sage master, he is not completely incapable of leaving. After months of tinkering, there are all ways to escape under the government office!
In addition, he understood that Gou Xianhe and Xue Ji, although the news they delivered was terrible, they had at least calculated the time, which meant that they still had quite a while.
So, there is no rush!
"You..."
Ji Pixuan seemed to realize something, and the gloating on his face disappeared little by little, "It's not good..."
Xin Zhuo did not answer, Instead, he suddenly picked up the fishing rod, tightened the fishing line, and a three-color giant carp jumped out of the water and shouted: "Come here!"
A dozen eunuchs and guards ran out from behind the rockery in the distance. They hurriedly grabbed the carp and hurriedly sent it to the kitchen.
Xin Zhuo threw the fishing rod, waved his sleeves, turned around and said with a smile: "Let's go!"
Ji Pixuan and the other three followed him silently, their moods were particularly complicated. Why do people have so much courage? Is it really the ancient emperor, the supreme clone or the reincarnation?
The back kitchen is not far away, and it arrives in a blink of an eye. A group of cooks have already respectfully killed the fish and prepared the condiments.
A palace maid carefully tied Xin Zhuo's apron.
Ji Pixuan was dumbfounded and asked in disbelief: "Not to mention the old and sour talk of a gentleman far away from the kitchen, now so many masters are coming to kill you, why are you cooking fish here?"
"Shen Zhou Thousands of sails are passing by, and thousands of trees are springing up in front of the diseased trees!" Xin Zhuo said calmly.
Zhou Waner and Bai Xuanji tasted it for a while, their eyes brightened slightly.
Ji Pixuan frowned and said: "Good poetry. It is said that Qi has written all over Confucian classics. He is good at poetry, poetry, and military affairs. It is interesting, but what does this have to do with what I asked you?"
“Good question!” Xin Zhuo skillfully poured animal oil into the pot, “What does my cooking of fish have to do with you?”
Ji Pixuan opened his mouth, then simply kept silent and put his hands in his sleeves as if to watch.
“Zizzi...”
“Whoosh...”
After half a stick of incense, a fat girl’s big carp was burned to the fullest flavor. After putting it on the plate, Xin Zhuo personally picked it up, walked into the middle of an elegant courtyard, and placed it on the jade table that had been prepared.
Sit down elegantly, pick up the chopsticks, take a bite, chew and taste slowly, then pick up the wine glass and drink it.
This is an extremely ordinary thing, and it has no appeal to Yuanji realm masters who have been living in the world for many years. However, Ji Bixuan and Bai Xuanji looked at it with a bit of greed.
Xin Zhuo waved his hand in a please gesture.
Zhou Waner and Bai Xuanji looked at each other, sat down, picked up their chopsticks to taste, their eyes lit up, it obviously tasted good.
Ji Pixuan originally wanted to show off, but he couldn't hold it back. He sat down opposite him, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite, and said calmly: "The three-color carp in the center of the lake is brewing with the spiritual veins in the ground. Raw, the meat itself is delicious, then cooked and fried in animal oil, supplemented by star anise, dog's son, Huilingxiang, Zuixianma, folk old sauce and mature vinegar, well, not bad, it has a unique flavor, if you can survive , it’s not bad to be a chef at Daqian Restaurant!”
Xin Zhuo said: “Whether I can survive or not depends on you”
Ji Pixuan's face froze, and the fish in his mouth suddenly lost its flavor.
"Whoosh whoosh..."
At this moment, the kings and ministers of Dazhou, Daluo Dayan disciples, Ferry father and son, Yuan Yourong, Qingxuan and others quickly entered the hospital and fell into the hospital one after another. , all of them looked pale.
"Father/Your Majesty..."
Ji Yu, Su Wuji, Jian Jiuqing, Shui Qingliu and others were extremely frightened and desperate.
"Zhuo'er!"
Liu Qingfeng said hurriedly: "Why don't you leave? The Battle of Tianque in the Central Plains is over, and a large number of masters suddenly arrived!"
"Brother Xin, please be kind and grant me Wait for the antidote!" Xiao Jingyi, Ferry Father and Son, Yuan Yourong, Guizhizi, Wujiang, Bai Qingqing and others saluted sincerely and helplessly. This time they were afraid that Xin Zhuo would survive. If he died, without the antidote, everyone present would be buried with him. , this is really nonsense.
Ji Pixuan, Bai Xuanji and Zhou Waner also tightened their expressions and looked at Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo is still eating fish, and you can't even see any emotional fluctuations in his eyes and face.
"Buzz——"
At this time, the breeze around suddenly stopped, as if it was sucked away by some powerful force.
It was deathly quiet in all directions, except for the rapid breathing of countless people.
Then one, two, three... dozens of pressures came, and dozens of thoughts locked tightly here.
These pressures and thoughts are not overwhelming, but they are enough to kill everything and strangle everything. Even the thick city walls and buildings cannot bear it, making a slight "creak" sound.
In a trance, three human faces were bigger than mountains, covering the sky in the east, west and south. A kind-faced old man's face, an old woman's face full of wrinkles and sinister eyes, and a face in her fifties manly face.
Three big faces look straight down, giving people a sense of fear coming from giant things.
"Above" the three faces sat three octogenarians in the void. Their faces were thin and sharp, and their eyes were tightly closed.
At a slightly lower position, there are thirty-six figures, some male and female, some old and some young. They are all wearing wide robes and long sleeves. They are dressed in medieval or ancient clothes. They have a dark aura, and they are surrounded by collapsing mountains. The Martial Saint Weapon of the Sea!
Dongfang, Mie Ling, Dayan Quasi-Sage Seventh Degree, three great powers, nine superior saints and saints from the major cave heaven holy places, and twenty-seven elders have arrived!
This sky full of empty and oppressive postures looks like the sky full of gods and Buddhas coming to earth!
Any one of them seems to be stronger than Xin Zhuo when he was at his strongest.
These people represent the strongest power under the super sects with hundreds of thousands of miles around and the saints in the Holy Land. Even the most arrogant people can only be horrified!
Some people in the courtyard with weak ambitions and shallow cultivation knelt down on the spot, trembling with fear.
Xiao Jingyi, Supreme Birdman, Yuan Yourong, Ferry and his son also trembled with breath and bowed in panic!
Bai Xuanji at the table also stood up quickly.
Only Ji Pixuan and Zhou Waner were still sitting, continuing to look at Xin Zhuo with strange eyes.
"Crunch!"
The fish plate and wine glass couldn't bear it and suddenly broke, splashing soup and wine all over the floor.
Xin Zhuo's skin and fingers instantly became dry and cracked, and he had no choice but to stop and look up.
In fact, he had expected this scene many times. Daluo Dayan and the major holy places Dongtian were not fools. Once they found out their whereabouts, experts would naturally come and kill them with one strike. The layout was all child's play, and he even thought that he might escape back to Dazhou.
It’s just that he really didn’t expect that the battle in Zhongyuan Tianque Canyon would end so quickly. Would the ancient clan die?
"Xin Zhuo, they are here to find you. As you said, a real man walks in the world and does what he does and what he does not do..." Ji Bixuan persuaded sincerely and earnestly.
"Xin Zhuo! Your death has come!"
A loud bell-like sound came from above, causing the surrounding buildings and rubble to buzz.
There was no anger or any other emotion in this voice, as if it was saying something natural.
This is indeed a matter of course. If this lineup still cannot kill Xin Zhuo, it will be the biggest joke in the world. "Bang!" Prince Jing and the descendants of the Ji family on Yishan Mountain are in my hands. Even if you take action, he will not be able to survive if I die. If you force me to do it, when the Ji family on Yishan Mountain goes crazy, you will not be able to live either.”
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Although Ji Pixuan had expected it, he was still confused and couldn't help scolding: "Xin Zhuo, you are really not a fucking thing. What does this have to do with me? I finally understand. , you catch ghost fish, you are thinking about this day!”
(End of this chapter)