Chapter 963 – Sage Order, Hundred Races Abyss

Chapter 963 – Sage Order, Hundred Clans Abyss

Chopstick thick hand rolled noodles, placed in a celadon large flower bowl, poured with thick cow bone soup that had been boiled for five hours, topped with a spoonful of stewed soft and flavorful beef cubes, plus chopped green onion, coarse salt and chili peppers, this flavor don’t mention.

Fourteen saints, one bowl for each hand–

This is the great event that Ying Shi Ren and the others are talking about.

Just eating beef noodles to fill up one’s stomach is definitely a first-class event for ordinary people.

But for the saints, who have been cultivating their stomachs for many years, it’s more or less a bit awkward, at least for the couple who owns the noodle shop, standing not far away from the restaurant and looking on, how can they look at it, how can they feel that it’s not coordinated?

Although they do not know what these people in front of them, but the men are all handsome to the extreme, temperament, elegant and indifferent, every move has a special charm; the women are all slender, beautiful as heavenly fairies, skin such as condensed grease jade, eye waves gently picking, almost let a person fainted.

Such a group of people should not come to eat beef noodles.

“Although I have been abstaining from the valley for many years, but with the fine rain falling from the sky, sitting in the bamboo forest of a small mountain and eating such a bowl of folk beef noodles, I really wouldn’t exchange it for a god!” Li Chunyuan smiled and signaled the crowd, “Please!”

Zhao Tong’er also played with the hair on her ear, laughed: “We in the Trapped Sea last time the Holy Prosperity of the Abyss from the last time, together to become a saint of the earth, for the heaven and earth and human saints, transcendent, in the future, will not be born, old, sick, the body such as heaven and earth true, instantaneous disappearance of 100,000 miles as a probe, is not a kind of fate, I do not know if there is a chance to meet again in the future, today, jointly eat a bowl of beef noodle, it is also the right time to eat a bowl of beef noodle. ”

“Hehe ……”

The crowd laughed softly, and each held their own chopsticks and ate the noodles.

Xin Zhuo sat between Folding Feiyan and Yam, shaking his head, “Graduation ceremony” ah.

Folding Feiyan’s long hair sits in a flying fairy bun, a green dress, looks extremely competent and handsome, especially because of the cultivation of the delusion-breaking art, after becoming a saint, a pair of eyes hazy as a smoky rain, like a fairy, but it seems that she doesn’t like to eat beef, and she simply gently clips it up and puts it into Xin Zhuo’s bowl.

A side of yam a tight black clothes, long hair coiled sitting simple ponytail, waist a seven star dragon abyss sword, the whole person valiant and heroic, a pair of blue eyes exceptionally bright, see the situation also clip up the bowl of beef, into Xin Zhuo bowl.

Opposite the bear paw as elves, but after becoming a saint a few more points of holiness and solemnity, see the two women so, simply also clip the beef into the Xin Zhuo bowl, which is not enough, their mouths ate half of the beef also spit out, with a little bit of pulling, put into the Xin Zhuo bowl, very charming.

Graceful, dignified, but also seems to hold great power, a pair of fox eyes is fearful of Cui Ying’er now eyes have been staring at Xin Zhuo, seems to want to say something, simply also put the beef clip to go.

Then, the four women froze together.

Eyebrows water flowing flower tin, with a few holy, a red dress, waist slender, chrysanthemum quality orchid, like the orchid in the empty valley, Su Miao Jin, clamped up the beef, raised in mid-air, it is difficult to say whether it is trying to eat by itself, or what it is going to do, the eyes glanced over Xin Zhuo and the four women.

Xin Zhuo looked at a big bowl full of beef piled high, full of appetite, all of a sudden disappeared most of the time, how many meanings?
“Huh-” Jiang Wufei’s cheeks twitched and tsked his mouth.

“What are you eeking about?” Cui Ying’er and Folding Feiyan spoke in unison, their eyes icy cold.

“Hot mouth!”

Jiang Wufei looked calm, leisurely eating noodles, he had always been iron blooded and overbearing, unruly, or how else would he have dared to kill so many experts of the same realm in the first place? However, facing several Xuan Yuan Saints, he didn’t dare to be reckless, especially with Xin Zhuo as a pervert.

Jiang Nuying look at this look at that, smiled and rounded off the scene: “All sisters are not only uncle mirror flowers and water moon old friend, more together to establish the friendship of sainthood, really polite!”

Said with a wink, said to Xin Zhuo: “Uncle, if you can’t finish it, you can share some with me.”

Xin Zhuo said, “No need, I came here specifically to eat beef, thank you for the treat!”

There were some emotions in his heart, except for Sai Qingzhu, Win Jianying and that worst strength North Underworld House Qing Xuan, the deceased Jiang Clan members back then were all together.

Who would have thought that the “mountain bandit subordinate”, “son”, “blue-faced confidant”, “concubine”, “concubine” of the year “Concubine”, “Concubine”, have all become saints?

He casually asked, “Are you all waiting for the arrangement?”

“Exactly!”

Northern Underworld Mansion Qing Xiao, a woman with a slightly larger mouth but extremely attractive, Qing Xuan’s eldest elder sister, said with a straight face, “The matter of us ‘Saint Prosperity Rising’ becoming True Elemental Saints and Brother Xin entering the Mixed Elemental Thunderstorm Saints has long since been spread throughout the Great Realm, and the world says that we are the strongest of all the Human Saints, and the elders and ancestors above, naturally put us We are the strongest of the human saints, and the ancestors and elders above us naturally put us last. I have nothing to do, and I heard that Brother Xin is living temporarily in this town, so I’ve come for a while.”

The big disciple of Trapped Sky Sea, Si Wu Ren’s face was full of sorrow and bitterness, it was said that he came from a peasant family, and he only started to cultivate at the age of thirty-six, and his temperament didn’t match well with the elegant name of “Si Wu Ren” and the cultivation level of a True Elemental Sage, and he also said, “I think it’s just after this bowl of noodles, today. ”

The crowd stopped talking and ate their noodles in silence.

A moment later, a person in the distance swept in at speed, landed at the foot of the mountain, and walked step by step.

The crowd put down their chopsticks in unison.

Here it comes!

“Latecomers have met all the saints!”

The man arrived outside the noodle shop and bowed respectfully, then held up the jade plate with both hands, “Duke Jiang Wufei receives the order to go to the Fire Frost Cave, 370,000 miles to the east!”

Fire Frost Cave, the land of bitter cold, the forefront of the Ten Thousand Races!

“Come when you say come.”

That Jiang Wufei got up, a trace of lingering love had flooded his face, looked at the sky, and sighed lightly, “Precious to you all!”

Even if he is the son of the family of the gods on the mountain, his status is superb and his strength is strong, but the three paths of the mountain are sealed, the ten thousand tribes do not recognize what you are, and life and death are also common.

All of them got up and arched their hands to send off, “Precious brother Jiang!” “In the coming year, if you bear the ambition of the clouds, it is only a husband who destroys all the ten thousand clans!”

Jiang Wufei grew up as a non-reader, not highly educated, and wrote a whole crooked poem, but it was filled with a sad, strong man who will never return and a ten thousand-foot bravado that will never be compromised.

Until Jiang Wufei disappeared into the sky, the crowd only sat down in a melancholy mood, however, before they had time to say a word, people once again came from the distance.

“Please, Senior Brother Si Nobody, head to White Cloud Mountain, forty-one million miles to the east!”

White Cloud Mountain was an extremely dangerous place for the Ten Thousand Races, and this trip would result in nine deaths.

The country bumpkin looking Si Wu Ren didn’t say anything facetious, he just laughed lightly, grabbed the sign, and headed straight into the distance, sparingly and calmly.

Next is Qing Xiao, Ji Pizong and Li Chunyuan, all the most forward of the dangerous place.

The fifth is Yam, her pair of light blue eyes with a bit of sadness, bowing to Xin Zhuo, no one knows what this bow counts for.

The sixth is the bear’s paw, her eyes already have some tears in her eyes, earnestly cupped her fist to the crowd, and suddenly violently grabbed Xin Zhuo’s hand, took a bite, and ran straight into the distance.

The seventh and eighth were Ying Siren and Zhao Tong’er, both of them didn’t say anything either, they just finished their beef noodles, not even leaving a drop of soup behind, and disappeared into thin air in the blink of an eye.

The ninth was Folding Feiyan, before she left, she looked at Xin Zhuo for a long time and smiled miserably, “Will you remember me?”

Xin Zhuo softly said, “Always remember!”

Folding Feiyan breathed a sigh of relief, as if a piece of heart, grabbed the sign and ran straight into the distance.

The eleventh and twelfth are Cui Ying’er and Jiang Nuying, that Cui Ying’er did not say anything, seems to not know what to say, but it is Jiang Nuying red eyes, softly said: “I am my father’s commoner daughter, my mother died early, since childhood no one loves, is uncle in the mirror flower water moon taught my niece a lot of reasoning, nieces heart grateful, never forget.

Uncle is afraid that you do not know, why do we people come to see you on purpose, because …… we are standing on the ground with you to become a saint, and we know best how scary you are at that moment, your cultivation is the most eccentric, your talent is the highest, your battle power is the strongest, and your luck is good.

The elders and ancestors have to fight the experts of the ten thousand races, if we are all gone, I hope …… you can protect this side of heaven and earth!”

Saying that, he turned around, tears pounding down his face, grabbed the jade token, and disappeared into the sky.

The fine rain was like silk, and the sky and earth were hazy.

Under the awning of the Beef Noodle House, only Su Miaojin and Xin Zhuo remained.

The landscape was picturesque in the distance.

The beef noodles had already cooled and floated with a layer of butterflakes.

Xin Zhuo lost his smile and said, “It has risen to this level?”

“Yes!” Su Miaojin whispered back.

Xin Zhuo looked at her, “The Sacred Land Cave is said to have Saint King level experts and Imperial Extreme Three Dao experts?”

Su Miaojin said, “There are, but there are more experts from the Ten Thousand Races.”

Xin Zhuo was speechless.

Su Miaojin suddenly said seriously, “Actually …… although the Ten Thousand Races are terrifying, they are far less terrifying than the Human Race.”

Xin Zhuo asked, “What do you mean?”

Su Miaojin said, “Do you know the three thousand small formations, where is the most treacherous?”

Xin Zhuo shook his head, “I have not studied it!”

Su Miao Jin said, “The Hundred Races Abyss! Anyone who goes there as a Saint will die ten deaths without a chance of survival, there is where the ten great tribes gather, there are at least ten or more alien Saint experts and ten million people of the ten tribes, and all of them are bizarrely terrifying, bloody and incomparable aliens!”

“So?”

“The Healer Emperor has stirred up heavenly trouble… You’re his disciple… You’re a Mixed Sage… Your talent is too terrifying…
Your character is destined to be uncontrollable, it’s hard not to be scornful, sending you there is most appropriate.

If you strongly defend, there is a danger of perishing! If you don’t defend, there will be trouble!”

“Are you sure I’ll be sent to the Hundred Clans Abyss? To die?”

Xin Zhuo laughed lightly, he had never believed the words of those on the mountain and the Sacred Cave Heaven experts.

Su Miaojin was silent and looked into the distance.

A figure there quickly swept in, surprisingly, it was a Pseudo-Saint expert who personally passed on the order, his attitude was incomparably polite, and he smiled, “Sage Xin, the Ancestors have arranged a very general small formation for you, there’s no great danger, you can cultivate while holding down the fort!”

Saying that, he handed over the jade token with both hands.

Xin Zhuo glanced at it, a line of large characters on it:
“Hundred Clans Abyss, Xin Zhuo, 550,000 li southwest!”

(End of chapter)