bookbashuk Chapter 67 This handsome guy is me!
Chapter 67 This handsome guy is me!
In front of the Qibao Glazed Sect, a handsome young man was holding an ice-blue little fox.
"Stop, this is the Qibao Glazed Sect. Anyone who doesn't care should leave quickly."
"Trouble, please inform Sect Master Ning and tell Jiang Siming to come to see you." Jiang Siming said to the guard with a smile.
"What proof do you have?" the guard asked. After all, if everyone used this rhetoric, Ning Fengzhi would be annoyed to death if he wanted to meet him.
Jiang Siming smiled helplessly and burst out with soaring sword intent.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The guard felt the powerful force erupting from Jiang Siming and immediately released a signal flare.
Dozens of powerful auras came quickly.
Jiang Siming is also very helpless. After all, apart from this method being the most effective, he can't think of any other more effective method for the time being.
Soon Jiang Siming was surrounded by a group of soul sects, and there were also a group of ordinary people on the periphery who were aiming at Jiang Siming with m4a1.Jiang Siming did not see the shadow of Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo among them.He shook his head helplessly.
"It seems that the movement is still too small." Jiang Siming held the little fox with one hand, and the Chaos Clock released the disguised two yellow and two purple standard soul rings.
"The Sound of the Bell." Jiang Siming's third soul ring lit up. Jiang Siming's third soul skill, the Sound of the Bell, had a direct effect on the soul.All the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect disciples suddenly had splitting headaches, but Jiang Siming did not kill him and controlled the power of Zhong Zhiyin, which only caused everyone to faint without causing any actual harm.
Just as Jiang Siming pushed open the door, a sword energy struck Jiang Siming from the back.
Jiang Siming felt the fierce sword energy behind him, and activated the Chaos Bell's first soul skill, "The Control of the Bell."He blocked the unexpected sword energy, but was still affected by the aftershock. He pressed his feet against the heavy door, leaving two deep footprints on the steel door.
Jiang Siming had already guessed that the person arriving must be Sword Douluo. He dared to release the Immortal Sword in a hurry and turned around to return the sword energy.
Sword Douluo ran quickly from a distance and stopped in front of Jiang Siming.
"Who are you? Jiang Siming?" Sword Douluo looked at Jiang Siming doubtfully.
"Dirty old man, am I forgetful when I get old? You can't even recognize me," Jiang Siming said jokingly, and then performed a one-handed cigarette lighting show.
"Boy Jiang, it's really you!" Sword Douluo saw the Xuan Hemen in Jiang Siming's hand, and finally confirmed that the handsome man holding the fox in front of him was Jiang Siming.
"You have changed so much! Why do you seem to be a different person?" Sword Douluo couldn't help but sigh.
"What? Have you become more handsome?" Jiang Siming obviously didn't know that his appearance had undergone earth-shaking changes because of his flawless body, and thought Sword Douluo was just joking.
"You're still such a mean kid, huh? What's that you're holding in your arms?" Sword Douluo walked in and discovered the little fox in Jiang Siming's arms.Although the little fox's shrunken body at this time is very confusing, after all, as a titled Douluo, he can naturally see through the little fox's 7-year cultivation at a glance.
The little fox felt Sword Douluo's malicious gaze and kept trying to get into Jiang Siming's arms.
"You bitch old man, what's wrong, you got a pet? Are you serious?" Jiang Siming saw Sword Douluo's shock. Keeping a 7-year-old soul beast as a pet was simply a luxury.
"Oh, every time I see you, boy, there will be unexpected surprises. A 7-year-old soul beast, what can I say if you keep it as a pet!" Sword Douluo sighed, why is there such a gap between people? How big is it?
"Dirty old man, take me to Uncle Ning quickly and ask him for a favor." Jiang Siming interrupted Sword Douluo without politeness.
"Help? You knocked out so many disciples of our Seven Treasures Glazed Sect when you first arrived?" Sword Douluo said angrily. Naturally, he felt that the breath of the fainted disciple was stable. It was nothing serious, but he would never spare Jiang Si. bright.
"Dirty old man, will you take me to see Uncle Ning?" Jiang Siming said seductively, holding a bag of Xuanhemen in his hand and waving it.
"Ahem, since you are so sincere, I will promise you first for Feng Zhi." Sword Douluo snatched the Xuan Hemen from Jiang Siming's hand.Then he called for someone to send the fainted disciple back to practice, and then led Jiang Siming into the Qibao Glazed Sect.
The two walked quickly to the Qibao Glazed Sect hall, and Jiang Siming saw Ning Fengzhi.
"Hello, Uncle Ning." Jiang Siming said with a smile.The little fox in his arms stuck out half of his head and looked curiously at the magnificent hall of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, with a look of surprise in his little eyes.
Ning Fengzhi looked puzzled at the handsome man holding the little fox in front of her.
"Who are you?" Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo and motioned for Sword Douluo to introduce him.
"Fengzhi, this guy is Jiang Siming!" Sword Douluo explained.
"Oh? Siming? Why have you changed so much?" Ning Fengzhi smiled awkwardly.
"Is it true?" Jiang Siming also began to wonder if he had really changed a lot. After all, it might be a coincidence for one person to say this, but it would be a bit strange for two people.
Jiang Siming didn't bother to look for a mirror and released the Immortal Sword. The image reflected from the sword shocked Jiang Siming.
"I'll go! This handsome guy is me!" Jiang Siming looked at Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi and said in disbelief.
The two of them nodded helplessly when they saw that Jiang Siming didn't know.
"Si Ming, you came to me, it must be about the Soul Master Competition, right?" Ning Fengzhi probably guessed Jiang Siming's purpose.
Jiang Siming nodded.
"I say, Mr. Jiang, I do not recommend you to participate in this soul master competition. This time the Wuhun Palace has given out three soul bones as rewards, which must be your own. If you participate, his Wuhun The golden generation of the palace will definitely not be your opponent, I'm afraid you will be in danger then!" Sword Douluo reminded.
"Of course I know, so I came to Uncle Ning this time to ask Uncle Ning to let me temporarily join the academy under my name anonymously and participate in the Soul Master Competition. I believe in the deterrent power of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect and the Tiandou Royal Family, Wuhun Palace You don’t dare to attack me blatantly yet.” Jiang Siming explained.
"Si Ming, that's okay, but the participating teams from the colleges under the sect have been determined. It will be up to you to fight for it! After all, although I am the sect leader, my Qibao Glazed Sect has always been fair and notarized. For the purpose." Ning Fengzhi smiled maliciously and looked at Jiang Siming.
"Then thank you Uncle Ning! By the way, please also ask Uncle Ning and Senior Jian not to tell the teacher about my whereabouts." Jiang Siming smiled and nodded.
Although Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo didn't understand why Jiang Siming did this, they nodded.
"Okay, we're officially done talking. Then, Mr. Jiang, you can practice with me. Old Man Gu has been busy recently, and no one is fighting. It's almost suffocating me!" Sword Douluo said, dragging Jiang Siming out.
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"Boy, put down you fox. Let me see if your swordsmanship has improved!" As he said that, Sword Douluo released the Seven Kills Sword, and the sword intent wrapped around the body of the Seven Kills Sword, and the sword light flickered.
Seeing this, Jiang Siming patted the little fox's butt and motioned for her to step aside.
"Ah woo" the little fox yelled reluctantly, but he jumped down obediently, ran to the side and lay down quietly, his little head tilted cutely.
Jiang Siming released the Immortal Sword, which did not emit any sword intent, but made people feel extremely sharp, as if it was a sword about to be unsheathed.