God of creation's vest magic changes the world

Everything in front of me was absurd and strange.

The white-clothed swordsman who appeared out of thin air, the murderous bronze chariot and horse and "bronze general", the scenes that only exist in fantasy blockbusters stunned everyone.

At the same time, anxiety, panic and fear of facing the unknown are more or less rising in everyone's hearts.

However, the experts and professors have more than ten years of experience than the students. They suppressed the churning emotions in their hearts and quickly calmed down.

The experts with the square face quickly organized the students to avoid the bronze man's pursuit, and at the same time calmed the students' flustered emotions.

The old man in Tang suit flexibly dodged the ferocious bronze man, raised his voice and moved towards the sword-holding swordsman, shouting to the white-clothed swordsman who seemed to join the battle.

"Wait a minute!"

"We didn't mean to offend!"

"If this adult agrees, we will leave here immediately!"

The white-clothed swordsman stopped in his footsteps, and his sharp and cold eyes fell on the old man in Tang suit.

The old man in Tang suit only felt that the cheek being stared at seemed to have been hit by cold frost, and there were waves of stinging pain, and his face, which deliberately raised a friendly smile, froze.

He couldn't see through this man.

As an old fox who has cultivated his sense of words and expressions to the peak, the old man in Tang suit can always judge what others are thinking by observing their expressions, but to his disappointment, the man in front of him did not show any expression other than cold and silent.

He is like a sharp sword.

He has killed people, drank blood, is ruthless and arrogant.

He will never understand what softness is, only understands war and killing, he is a shocking weapon.

The old man in Tang suit had a premonition that his proposal would not be accepted by men.

Because, if the person in front of him is a servant of the mausoleum owner, then he will only behead all intruders and sacrifice the blood to the tomb owner's spirit in heaven.

Sure enough, the white-clothed swordsman just glanced at the old man in Tang suit who was suddenly slumped, and stepped into the battle with his long sword in the blink of an eye.

"Tick-tock-"

The colorful blood fell drop by drop, and the human who had escaped many times because the bronze man was not as flexible as a human was cut several deep wounds by a sword light.

Along with the severe pain of the wound, there was a fear that was so heavy that it was about to crush them.

Unlike the frightened crowd, the old man in Tang suit was deeply relieved.

The swordsman in white didn't kill them directly.

The old man in the Tang suit could clearly see that the swordsman used his killing move instinctively at first, but at the last moment, he seemed to think of something, and forcibly changed into a hurting move.

At that time, he was like a long sword bound by a scabbard, restraining the desire to kill.

Therefore, although they were in unbearable pain at this time, they finally left a life.

But in the next second, the old man in the Tang suit let go of the breath he had just let go, and lifted it abruptly.

Because the swordsman in white came to Ye Lan's side at some point, and the long sword in his hand was pressed against Ye Lan's neck.

"Who are you?"

"How can there be a token of Daoist Xu?"

The swordsman in white, Bai Yu, pulled out the black and white jade beads on Ye Lan's neck with his fingers, and murderous aura shot up all over his body.

Obviously, as long as Ye Lan's answer dissatisfied him, he could make Ye Lan bleed on the spot.

The people who fell on the ground and were held around their necks by the bronze man with a knife were stunned.

The old man in Tang suit was also surprised. Xu Fu, the famous fairy priest in Qin Dynasty?

Ye Lan has Xu Fu's token?

Could it be that Ye Lan has something to do with Xu Fu?

"Master Fu Qin, the younger generation is the descendant of Daoist Xu Fu."

"This token is our family heirloom."

Even though the white swordsman scratched his arm and pressed his neck, Ye Lan was still gentle and calm. He raised his eyes and smiled slightly, with a respectful yet skillful expression.

Ye Lan was full of confidence.

The old man in Tang suit suddenly realized this.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized why Ye Lan was so familiar with that young master Fusu in his words and deeds.

It is even said that there is something else hidden about the son Fusu's past.

Because he is a descendant of the famous Daoist Xu Fu!

He might have learned everything from the family records.

So, who is this white-clothed swordsman in front of him?

"Helping Qin" has always had the meaning of assisting the Emperor of Qin in history and helping the world's fame and righteousness.

So, is this "helping Qin" in front of me the meaning of assisting Qin Chao or...

What do you mean by assisting the young master to support Su and help Chang Qin?

The old man in Tang suit thinks he has both.

Thoughts were flying in the old man's heart, but in reality, only a second passed.

He saw the swordsman in white was silent for a moment, his eyes darkened, and he looked down at Ye Lan thoughtfully.

He is sad!

The old man in Tang suit was terrified.

Maybe he was sad about Xu Fu's death?

After all, things like family heirlooms can only be passed on to future generations only after the ancestors die.

The old man in Tang suit was thinking secretly, when he heard the white-clothed swordsman ask coldly, "Do you know me?"

Ye Lan nodded, "The long sword that descended from the sky was born with a spirit. Later, he chose the master son Fusu to kill foreign enemies, slash conspiracy, and build the Great Wall for him. It is the number one spirit sword in the world."

"This sword was later adopted by the son Fusu as the word Fuqin, in the hope that this sword can assist the eldest Qin Dayi."

"And you, my lord, are the sword spirit of this long sword."

Ye Lan was explaining not only to the swordsman in white, but also to other people present.

But everyone who heard the explanation felt that their perception of Qin Chao was beginning to falter.

Living bronze chariots, horses and generals, sword spirits in human appearance...

Is Qin Chao so, so magical?

Everyone was stunned by this series of events.

However, God seemed dissatisfied, and once again gave them a surprise.

Just when the sword spirit who helped Qin seemed to be recalling something because of Ye Lan's words, he lowered his eyebrows and looked soft.

A warm current rose from the ground suddenly, like the softest cloud, gently caressed the wounds of all the people present, and stopped their bleeding wounds in an instant.

The severe pain dissipated, leaving only warmth.

Everyone was dazed and wary, and then saw a figure gathering in front of the white-clothed swordsman.

He is dressed in black and has black hair, his eyebrows are elegant and gentle, he is naturally noble but has an atmosphere that is tolerant of all rivers.

As the warm wind blew, the man in Tsing Yi turned his side slightly, just revealing the white jade plaque on his waist, on which the word "Fu Su" was engraved.

This person turned out to be Young Master Fusu!

Everyone froze in place.

When they looked at the man in Tsing Yi, who just stood there, it was as if they could see the moon in the water, the fairy in the sky, and they felt a hot blood rushing from the tip of their heart to their whole body in an instant.

Then, the legendary figure who appeared in front of them across the distance of time and space looked at them in a daze.

He bowed his hands to the crowd, his eyes apologetic as he glanced at the wounds on their bodies.

He was apologizing to them on behalf of the swordsman in white.

Everyone was stunned, followed by overwhelming guilt.

After all, they were the first to offend Young Master Fusu when they broke into the mausoleum.

They were dumbfounded, and then they saw young master Fusu smiling apologetically at them, then turned to look at Sword Spirit Fuqin, "Fuqin, I haven't seen him for a thousand years, why is he still so fond of force."

His tone was gentle and with a bit of smile and intimacy.

As he spoke, he approached the white-clothed swordsman, and with his slender fingers pushed away the long sword on Ye Lan's neck.

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