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Chapter 582 Xuanxin is authentic, the secret of the seven generations of resentful couples!

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    Inside the inn, Bu Feifan was about to bandage the white fox, but a group of people rushed in outside the door.

    "Your Excellency, please hand over the white fox!"

    The young man in brocade clothes led a group of five followers, and shouted at Bu Feifan in a domineering manner.

    "What if I don't pay?!"

    Bu Feifan didn't know this young man, and he had no grievances or enmities with him. If this guy talked to Bu Feifan well, Bu Feifan might think about it.

    But Bu Feifei would never accept such an arrogant attitude.

    "This is my white fox, why don't you hand it over?"

    The young man said in a deep voice, the long sword straddling his waist was slightly unsheathed an inch, and the azure blue sword edge pierced a gloomy cold light.

    Acquired Spirit Treasure?  !  Bu Feifan looked surprised, and Shen Gongbao standing behind him also frowned, stroking his mustache, ready to watch a good show.

    "Do you think I'm blind? Or are you used to being full of lies?"

    "This white fox is obviously afraid of you, and the wound on its body must be caused by you!"

    Seeing Bu Feifan's sneer, the young man gritted his molars and creaked. If he hadn't been afraid of Bu Feifan's faint aura, the young man would have already started.

    "Are you shameless?!"

    "How could a little piece of trash like you give me Bu Feifan's face?" Bu Feifan looked indifferent.

    "Do you know who I am?"

    The young Houtian Lingbao-level long sword extended another inch, the sword energy was sharp, and the curtain in the lobby of the inn was automatic without wind.

    "Who are you to care about me?"

    "Looking for death, my son is the authentic young suzerain master of Xuanxin. I will give you a chance to obediently hand over the white fox, kneel down and kowtow, and do obeisance to parents. I will spare you!"

    As soon as the young man's voice fell, the expressions of the onlookers in the inn or the common people in the market had all changed.

    "Xuanxin is authentic? This is a well-known sect in the Northern Wilderness. It is rumored that the cultivation of the ancestor 'Master Jinguang' has reached the realm of quasi-sage!"

    "This is not the scariest thing. I heard that the backer behind them is one of the five emperors of the Eastern Heavenly Court. It is extremely terrifying!"

    "This Zhuge Liuyun is the most outstanding disciple of Xuanxin Zhengzong's generation. It is said that his cultivation level has reached Luotian Shangxian, and he was established as the young suzerain by Master Jin Guang."

    "Tsk tsk, Xuanxin's orthodox suzerain 'Yan Chixia' has just stepped into the realm of immortals, and this young suzerain has already attained the level of a heavenly immortal."

    "These two people are unlucky. They should be casual cultivators in terms of their attire, but they dare to offend Xuanxin Zhengzong!"

    "Zhuge Liuyun's 'Xuan Xin Xuan Miao Jue' has reached the level of Xiaocheng, and his swordsmanship is even stronger. This young man in Confucianism is probably going to die here!"

    Hearing the noisy voices around him, Bu Feifei was taken aback.

    He had just entered the prehistoric world, and the first stop was when he met Xiaoqian at Lanruo Temple.

    At that time, he fought side by side with Yan Chixia of Shushan, and killed the thousand-year-old tree demon.

    Later, the Pushan Ambassador of Tianyin Temple descended from the sky and injured Yan Chixia from Shushan Mountain. Later, one person rescued Yan Chixia and Ning Caicheng with a colorful sword array.

    Later, Bu Feifan also understood a little bit that the person driving the colorful sword array was Yan Chixia, Xuanxin's orthodox disciple.

    There is Yan Chixia in the Xianmen of Shushan, and Yan Chixia in Xuanxin Zhengzong, they are not the same person.

    After Lanruo Temple, and then to Jiuxiao Shrine, Bu Feifan had already learned about the resentful couple of the seventh generation, so he felt that Yan Chixia and Ning Caicheng had no good intentions when they appeared in Lanruo Temple.

    Now I just met Xuanxin's authentic young suzerain, maybe I can ask something from his mouth.

    "Do you want me to kneel down three times and knock down nine times for you?"

    Bu Feifan held the white fox in one hand and the green bamboo in the other.

    "Do you want to kowtow, or do you want to live?!"

    Zhuge Liuyun looked at Bu Feifan with a gloomy smile on his lips.

    "Of course I want to live!"

    Bu Feifan's words made the onlookers boo and contemptuously.

    "I thought I was going to see a good show, but I never thought that this Confucian shirt boy is also a soft bone!"

    "Xuanxin Zhengzong is so powerful, and with the backing of the Eastern Heavenly Court, this kid is naturally no match!"

    "Hey, it's not a waste to come here to eat if you can see three kneeling and nine kowtows!"

    Some people who like to be lively, already have eyes full of energy, eating melon seeds, with a relaxed face.?Ready to watch Bu Feifan kowtow to Zhuge Liuyun.

    "I Bu Feifan really want to live, but I won't compromise with anyone!"

    After the words fell, Bu Feifei chanted three sacred poems at the same time in his heart: "Seeking the Devil", "Early Hairing Baidi City", and "Poems of Dapeng".

    Luo Tianshangxian's realm went straight to Daluo Jinxian all the way, blessed with thirty times the speed, and the concession was extraordinary and approached Zhuge Liuyun in an instant.

    "not good!"

    Zhuge Liuyun's face changed wildly. Before he could react, a green bamboo with a huge force had already hit the top of his head.

    "Boom!"

    After this shot, Zhuge Liuyun's head was stabbed, and the bones of his legs cracked under the weight, but his knees softened, and finally he knelt heavily in front of Bu Feifan.

    "Fuck, what's going on!"

    "Am I not mistaken? A piece of bamboo actually knocked Xuanxin's authentic young master to his knees?"

    "Who is this young man? Even Xuanxin Zhengzong and Dongfang Tianting don't pay attention!"

    The surrounding crowd were all stunned, with horrified expressions on their faces. They backed up again and again, afraid of being affected by Bu Feifan.

    "Young Sovereign!"

    The five guards reacted, and each of them drew out their long knives and slashed at Bu Feifan's head.

    "Zheng!"

    Bu Feifan swung the green bamboo, and all five long knives were blown up in the air, and the hard debris flew like a goddess scattering flowers, splashing in all directions.

    The green bamboo stabbed out, and all five guards were pierced through their chests and died unexpectedly.

    "Killer!"

    Some common people in the market howled miserably, and they all ran away, and some even rolled and crawled, using both hands and feet, and escaped from the inn.

    "Who the hell are you!?"

    Zhuge Liuyun's face was covered with scarlet sticky flow. He looked at Bu Feifan's question word by word, with horror in his eyes.

    "Who am I? You have no right to know!"

    Bu Feifan waved away the blood on the green bamboo in disgust.

    Originally, he was going to let the green bamboo drink blood for the first time, at least he had to be a strong man of the Daluo Jinxian. He never thought that a few ants who had transformed into the thirty-sixth heaven would become the first batch of dead souls under the green bamboo.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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