Su Bian Cultivation World

After Luo Jiujiang helped Chen Buduo distinguish between chives, green onions and round onions, he wanted to do it directly, but was stopped by Dong Shuangyu.

"The rules of the White Tiger School prohibit private fighting." Dong Shuangyu said gently, "So if you want to go through the formal process, it will inevitably be a little troublesome."

This troublesome "some" was quickly realized by Luo Jiujiang.

Dong Shuangyu took Luo Jiujiang, Feng Xue and the others around, passing by countless picturesque scenery, four narrow trails made of crushed stones, and a quiet forest of dripping water Guanyin, and finally came to a flat snow-white, bursting landscape. On the arena, the lines are regular and complicated.

"Because we are both the eldest sons, I rank among the eighteenth eldest sons, and the difference between Chen Buduo and Chen Buduo's eldest sons is within three places, so if I invite a battle with my identity card, he will not be allowed to refuse."

After a short pause, Dong Shuangyu added: "By the way, because this is a battle of the eldest sons, all the eighteen eldest sons of the White Tiger Sect must receive the news."

Luo Jiujiang felt troublesome when he heard it: "It's so complicated."

Dong Shuangyu smiled slightly when she heard the words: "There are more complicated ones."

Apparently, he had received the news that Luo Jiujiang was about to compete with Chen Buduo. The big arena had been emptied and cleaned to make room for it. Many people had already occupied the seats in the box surrounded by it. Luo Jiujiang looked up to see , and even saw several teams of grand guards of honor.

"The sixteenth eldest son is attached to the eighth eldest son, and the eighth eldest son has formed an alliance with the third, tenth, and fifteenth eldest sons. Among the eighteen eldest sons, there are four positions. At the same time, the thirteenth eldest son under the first eldest son has recently And the eighth sect secretly kept a close relationship with the eighth sect... Besides, the sixteenth sect didn't like me, and he didn't deal with the fourteenth sect, and the fourteenth sect was a fierce general under the second sect's command."

"In short, due to this competition, the sixteenth eldest son Chen Buduo will appear in person, so this may be related to a major reshuffle of the wrestling between the eldest sons, so there are already nine eldest sons present."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

Dong Shuangyu mentioned these things with ease and at his fingertips, and just listening to his tone, he even felt that it was funny like an adult watching a child play house.But he had a "digital eldest son" on the left and a "digital eldest son" on the right, which really made Luo Jiujiang dizzy.

And also said that Luo Jiujiang was hungry.

Luo Jiujiang really wanted to ask him if it was customary in the White Tiger Realm to eat zongzi, whether they should be stuffed with candied dates, or could they be filled with salted egg yolk and pork belly.

But since Dong Shuangyu has always had a very out-of-the-way air, and his style has always seemed too high, Luo Jiujiang is not ashamed to ask.

But he really wanted to eat meat dumplings dipped in sugar.

"Compared to the arena." Dong Shuangyu suddenly stopped, raised her head to watch the red flag raised by the tall pole.

On the red banner, there are three big characters Bidouchang, dripping with ink. When people look at the word Dou at first glance, they have the illusion that it will come out, but when they look closely, they find that it seems to be forcibly suppressed.

In terms of the feeling that this word gives Luo Jiujiang, it is the same as all the landscape gardens of Baihuzong, every stroke is neat enough, almost reaching the extreme of human diligence.It's a pity that there is still a little bit of natural freedom and aura missing.

"The three characters of Bidouchang were written by Lord Baihu himself." Dong Shuangyu paused for a moment, and smiled meaningfully, "Our suzerain is handsome and elegant, and his calligraphy is just like his own, which fully shows the majesty of the master of a sect."

Luo Jiujiang looked at the fluttering flag, and felt that the word was indeed in its own right and beyond reproach.

It's just that he can't figure it out... Is it necessary to hang a flag in a place like the arena?Isn't it like erecting a monument or nailing up a plaque or something?

I always feel that the style is not well matched, which is really a bit strange.

He and Dong Shuangyu are admiring calligraphy here, while Chen Buduo over there has already walked back and forth under a guard of honor in a certain place in the auditorium.

When he came back, he was already full of confidence, and the first thing he did was to throw his brand name to the disciples in Bi Arena.

"Since the Eighteenth Ancestors want to fight, I will fight with you!" Chen Buduo replaced a new fan in his hand, and now he unfolded it proudly, flapping it up and down twice, "Take my fan All the contribution points are pressed—I want to start the wheel battle!"

Dong Shuangyu's usually calm face finally showed a different expression.

He raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

Seeing Chen Buduo's expression, Luo Jiujiang guessed that this "wheel battle" might have another mystery.

He asked Dong Shuangyu, "Is your wheel war different from other places?"

"If he gets all the points, then both sides will send out five players. Each round will change, and the one with the most games will win, that's all."

Dong Shuangyu wrote lightly, "The only thing that makes him feel confident may be that among the eighteen eldest sons, I have always been alone and have no allies...and the five eldest sons take turns to challenge me, so I may not be able to find anyone to come Help."

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

He understood why Dong Shuangyu showed an unexpected expression.

Because even Luo Jiujiang himself couldn't help showing a rather strange expression at this time.

Feng Xue patted her thigh, and sighed in surprise: "What's going on, does this person have any ideas? Does he know that he is about to face a seraphim with many wings!"

Luo Jiujiang: "..."

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Of course, Chen Buduo's faction considered that the people Dong Shuangyu arranged to live with might also be his friends.

However, those few people are all of high status, either Young Master Youjia, Qinglong Envoy, and Divine Dragon World Master, each of them has a dignified status and will never end easily.

And the most important thing is, precisely because the identities of these people are too important, there are quite a few of them at this time, and they are all consumed in the first secret meeting of the White Tiger Sect Master.

As far as the eighth son knows, this secret meeting was not well-attended, and the sword pointed at the Lord of the Dragon World, trying to force this son of the Dragon, who has disappeared for more than 1 years in the three thousand worlds, to bend his back, keep his eyes open, and see clearly the present Case.

Therefore, the Dragon World Lord, who has been troubled by many parties, will never get out quickly, and the secret meeting will never end early.

At this time, the suzerain is all about going out to eliminate heresies, while the few of them are going in with their blades to clean up the door. Isn't it a great thing to unite pearls and jade to welcome the suzerain?

No matter what kind of calculations the two sides have at this time, as the source of the competition, Luo Jiujiang and Chen Buduo have already entered the field at the same time.

Feng Xue didn't worry about Luo Jiujiang at all - Nascent Soul faced Jindan, instead of worrying about Luo Jiujiang, she might as well burn incense for her opponent.

For this competition, she is not very interested, and now most of her attention is still on Dong Shuangyu.

"Dong Daoyou, I'm going to talk shallow and deep, to put it in a harsh way, how did your sect do this?"

Dong Shuangyu still had that unshakable calm face, and he said solemnly: "Everything about the White Tiger Sect is shrouded in the will of the White Tiger Lord. Our Sect Master's life is the entire incarnation of the White Tiger Sect."

Feng Xue: "..."

Her first reaction was that she almost blurted out: "You are a cult." But after she thought about Dong Shuangyu's words twice, she suddenly felt something was wrong.

"The chaotic relationship and management method of your sect...how come I am so familiar with it?"

Feng Xue frowned and confirmed again: "I said, Dong Daoyou, you are a sect of cultivating immortals, you are not engaged in imperial politics?"

The White Tiger Sect Master monopolizes power and centralizes power; the eldest sons have different plans for each other, fighting each other left and right, as if a political means to maintain the White Tiger Lord's absolute rule.

Feng Xue's imagination was relatively rich in the first place, and within a few words, her brain circuit went straight to the drama of "Nine Dragons Seizing the Inheritance" in the Qing Palace.

——Not to mention, the White Tiger Sect has sealed so many eldest sons, which is really similar to the brothers counted by groups in Qing palace dramas.

"Emperor in the world?" Dong Shuangyu read it softly, and smiled thoughtfully, "It seems that regardless of the race and cultivation level of the superior, the desire and means in this regard are always repeating old stories."

After he said this to himself, he stopped talking and turned his eyes to Bai Yu's competition stage.

Feng Xue followed his gaze for a look, then she couldn't bear to look directly and turned her head.

The form on stage was one-sided hanging and beating, Luo Jiujiang didn't even draw his sword.

As expected, Chen Buduo directly killed him to the end. Not only did he first instruct his disciples to trouble Feng Xue, he blatantly called Luo Jiujiang a countryman. He said "bump".

Luo Jiujiang generally doesn't care about others, but since this person has repeatedly taken the initiative to seek death, of course Luo Jiujiang has no choice but to help him.

The moment the two passed by each other, Chen Buduo was holding a long sword in each of his left and right hands, his sword energy was like a seal, but the unarmed Luo Jiujiang easily slipped through the gap in his attack.

In just an instant, Luo Jiujiang appeared behind him and grabbed the man by the collar.

He easily picked it up with his index finger, and Chen Buduo's belt fell off in response.The next moment Luo Jiujiang's wrist flicked, Chen Buduo involuntarily leaned back, and the whole robe appeared in Luo Jiujiang's hands like a magic trick.

Feng Xue was dumbfounded, not sure how Luo Jiujiang would take off his clothes after a fight.

But she understood in the next moment: Luo Jiujiang picked up a corner of Chen Buduo's robe, covered Chen Buduo's entire upper body, and then twisted the sleeves of the robe, pulling Chen Buduo even his clothes. Bring the whole body down to the ground.

"The first style of bumpkins," Luo Jiujiang said with a calm smile, "cast a net to catch fish."

Covered by his outer robe, Chen Buduo struggled violently twice, but was suppressed by Luo Jiujiang.

"What are you in a hurry for?" Luo Jiujiang smiled slowly, but his movements were unambiguous, and he swung Chen Buduo neatly.

Chen Buduo coughed twice in his clothes, and said angrily, "Put me down!"

Luo Jiujiang was easy to talk, so he nodded immediately and said: "Okay." Then he raised his arms and threw Chen Buduo far away, "The third type of bumpkin is fishing with bait."

Feng Xue: "..." Miserable is just one word, it was so miserable that she covered her eyes and couldn't bear to watch it again.

"Do you still fight?" Luo Jiujiang laughed, "I'm a bumpkin from the countryside, and I would like to create another trick for Xiongtai."

"No more fights! I admit defeat!" Chen Buduo said anxiously.

The disciple who made the verdict judged Luo Jiujiang's victory without any doubt. Only then did Chen Buduo struggle out of his robe, panting, and get rid of the fate of being continuously ravaged by Luo Jiujiang's newly created "buggy style". .

Now he was only wearing a middle coat, his hair was messed up like a chicken coop, his demeanor was completely lost, and he was completely ashamed.He gritted his teeth and pointed at Luo Jiujiang and said bitterly: "Okay, hello! I want to see who else you can send in the next wheel battle!"

"Oh?" A voice sounded not too high or low, with a well-measured politeness, "May I ask what is going on with this Chakri Zhan faction?"

Feng Xue turned her head suddenly, and saw Han Qianling and another tall man in white standing side by side in a straight line. The man in white had complicated and gorgeous clothes and a jade crown on his head. He was obviously the Lord of the White Tiger.

Han Qianling's lapel was still sprinkled with a few drops of bright red wet blood, and behind him, You Su and Yin Banshi seemed to be both there.

In front of the White Tiger Lord, Han Qianling asked some of the eldest sons of the White Tiger Sect for advice: "I wonder if anyone can explain to me the wheel battle? I'm really interested in it."