N-A-A Chapter 196
Chapter 196
Nan Jue Grand Master's Mansion.
A servant knelt down tremblingly.
Sitting opposite him was an old man with white hair and beard, with an angry look on his face.
"Master." The servant shouted.
"How many times have I told you to call me Grand Master." The old man slapped the table beside him hard, and with a snap, the table broke into pieces.
"Grand Master." The servant shouted again.
The Grand Master mentioned by the servant was the master of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, the Poison God.
Who would have thought that this old man was a hundred-year-old man.
For some unknown reason, he disappeared from the world with the Ten Thousand Poison Sect. He hid in the southern border of Nan Jue and concentrated on the study of poison.
Now he reappeared, he has become the famous Grand Master of Nan Jue.
A poison player became the Grand Master of a country.
You can imagine how confused their emperor was.
But the fact is not so. This poison god also has the surname Ao, and is the uncle of the current emperor of Nan Jue.
The reason why he came out of the mountain is because he calculated that Li Changsheng would leave.
Without Li Changsheng's protection, Beili would be a girl with open legs.
Almost thirty years ago, this poison god led the Wandu Sect and the major sects of Nan Jue to the north, but was stopped by a white-haired boy with dozens of Beili masters at the city wall, and finally failed.
Later, he took several Nan Jue swordsmen to Tianqi City to challenge Li Changsheng.
Still failed, which made Nan Jue switch to swords from then on.
But he, the poison god, switched to poison, specialized in poison techniques for decades, and became the best poison technique in Nan Jue.
Now he is going to make a comeback.
Moreover, he is very sure.
If he is not sure again, he will die soon.
The Poison God touched the sword in his hand and murmured, "Tell me, what's the matter?"
"Grandmaster, Master Poison..." The attendant's voice became lower and lower.
"What happened to him?" The Poison God drew out the sword, and the blade was blue, obviously a lot of poison was smeared on the sword.
The Poison God's eyes were stern: "What happened to him?"
"Dead!" said the attendant.
"Dead?" The Poison God stood up suddenly: "Yan'er is dead? How could Yan'er be dead?"
The Poison God suddenly inserted the sword into the ground, and a crack appeared on the ground.
The loud bang scared the attendant to fall to the ground and spit out a few mouthfuls of blood.
"Master died in Luopu Town." The attendant groaned in pain.
"Who did it?"
"A young man who called himself Tang San."
"Tang Sect?" The Poison God's eyes shone, "Should we call him Old Master Tang now? It was him who opposed our sect... Grand Master. I'll remember this grudge."
Soon the Poison God regained his calm demeanor, thinking, it's better to die. Although this kid is one of my disciples, he is the son of the former sect master. He was always thinking about making merit and taking back the position of sect master. Now he died at the hands of the Tang Sect, which is just right to shut up those old men. What's wrong with being united against the outside world?
"Send someone to Nan Jue to find this young man named Tang San immediately." The Poison God raised his head and closed his eyes, "Kill him."
"Grand Master, he is in the border town, and many masters have gone there." The attendant whispered.
"Oh?" Grand Master was puzzled.
"Because of Yu Sheng Mo." The attendant replied, "He has returned to Nan Jue after a big fight in Tianqi, but there has been no movement."
"Yu Sheng Mo? Yu Kuangtu, I haven't heard of this name for many years." The Poison God narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Who will go to Border Town this time."
"Swordsman Lingyun."
"Badao Tan Tai Po."
"Interesting." The Poison God smiled, "It's time for us to make some moves in the Ten Thousand Poison Sect and let the vampire monster go. Haha. For those who play with poison, except for Wen Lin of the Wen family, I, Ao Bai, have never been afraid of anyone in the world."
"Yes!"
There is a long street outside the Border Town Tavern, and it started to rain at this time.
The rain was drizzling, the so-called drizzle, this is the rain in the early morning in the south.
The street was lined with shops, and it was very busy during the day.
Maybe it was because it was too early today, except for a few shops selling breakfast, the rest were closed.
The tavern where Wen Jiutian and his friends were was the first one on the street.
A roar came.
Yu Shengmo glanced and whispered, "I didn't expect you to come."
The street was only a few hundred meters long, and there was a man standing at the end of the street.
And that man was holding a long knife.
"Master, who is he?" Ye Dingzhi asked in confusion.
"The one who killed me." Yu Shengmo looked indifferent.
He casually slapped the dragon umbrella wrapped in oil paper on the table and flew up. He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the oil paper burst.
"The one who killed you is here!"
"On the roof!" Ye Dingzhi shouted.
"Xiaoyu, are these people considered masters in Nan Jue?" Wen Jiutian let go of the girl, stepped lightly, splashed some water, then gently gathered the water with his left hand, and then threw it again.The man on the roof suddenly flew down and hurriedly used his sword to block the oncoming water drops.
He blocked the water drops steadily, but the water drops easily pierced his sword, leaving seven or eight holes.
At the same time, it also pierced the swordsman's chest, leaving seven or eight blood holes.
Blood flowed out, and the swordsman left an unbearable look to the world.
Then he fell to the ground.
Blood flowed and soon mixed with the rain.
"I don't recognize the one on the roof." Yu Shengmo said coldly, "But the one in the inn is OK."
After that, Yu Shengmo threw the ordinary powder in his hand towards the inn.
The girl with the knife on her back stepped back, picked up the steamed bun on her table and smashed it against the window of the inn, clapping her hands: "It was you last night, your snoring kept me awake."
Wen Jiutian looked at the girl and couldn't help laughing: "You are so funny, like a friend of mine."
In the inn across the street, there was a roar, and he broke through the roof and looked down from above.
"Master, I have only been away from Nan Jue for a few years, and you have offended so many people?" Ye Dingzhi sighed lightly, but he swung his sword in his sleeve and blocked Yu Shengmo.
"I couldn't beat Li Changsheng back then, so I practiced the Magic Fairy Sword. My power increased by 60% in a year, but I still couldn't beat him."
Yu Shengmo suddenly shook the umbrella handle, and the rain on the umbrella instantly condensed down.
However, he didn't have the domineering attitude of the past.
Wen Jiutian saw this embarrassing scene and chuckled: "Yu Shengmo can't use the Magic Fairy Sword, so this umbrella seems to be just for show."
Yu Shengmo rolled his eyes at Wen Jiutian and said to Ye Dingzhi: "If you want to be better than the master, don't follow the master's old path."
"Yu Shengmo, it seems that you are really useless."
The swordsman who broke through the roof was burly, dressed in tattered clothes, wearing a hat that barely covered the rain, and had a stubble on his face.
He carried a horse-slaying sword and stood on the roof of the inn like a statue.
"Xiaoyu, what's his name?" Wen Jiutian asked.
"Swordsman Lingyun." Yu Shengmo looked up.
"Is he famous?" Wen Jiutian asked again.
"Yes!" At this time, the girl who had just thrown out the steamed bun whispered, "The swordsman of Nan Jue is one step away from becoming a sword immortal. My master said that his sword is strong but lacks tenderness. This is the sword of a wanderer, homeless and without faith!"
"Okay!" Wen Jiutian raised the corner of his mouth.
"Yu Sheng Mo, it is said that your realm fell sharply after the battle with Yan Lingxia, and after returning to the peak, you entered Tianqi again. Let me see if you are still the Yu Sheng Mo!" The swordsman waved the horse-slaying sword in his hand, raising a piece of rain, and his voice was hoarse.
"Your opponent is me!" Wen Jiutian arrived in an instant.
"Who are you?" The swordsman took a step back and asked.
"Tang San!"
The rain fell, but it did not wet Wen Jiutian's robe: "I came to Nan Jue to challenge the masters of the entire Nan Jue!"
At this moment, Wen Jiutian, with white clothes fluttering, put his sword on the table. He did not intend to use the sword because this opponent was not qualified!
"Just because you are a poor scholar?" the swordsman asked in confusion.
"Ye Dingzhi, do you think I look like a scholar?" Wen Jiutian stretched out his hand and turned around in the air.
The girl looked up and frowned: "He looks a bit familiar, but he looks a bit handsome."
Suddenly.
A shout came from the inn.
"All the soldiers are marching in formation... Who dares to disturb my sleep?"