Invincible BOSS System

not to mention.

As early as a month or two ago, Chen Xinglie was in Qingyun City. He was only an inner disciple of Qingyangzong, a third-rate sect outside of the evil spirits. Until I went to Feihongzong, I could not come back for revenge.

Chen Xinglie's resume is thick in the early stage and there are too many doubts.

Even if there are no obvious loopholes for the time being.

But these masters in the martial arts world are so many old and cunning people, how can they not have doubts?

Fortunately, Chen Xinglie proved himself every time!

so far.

The momentum is like a rainbow, majestic.

"My son, Qingkong will toast you again."

Shang Qingkong held up the wine glass, and now it was the third glass of wine. Even if it was just a body condensed by martial arts and sword intent, Shang Qingkong could still serve and drink like a normal person.

She raised her glass, drank it, and said, "Qingkong is leaving now."

A slight sword sounded.

Shang Qingkong's figure trembled slightly, and then turned into a stream of light, sinking into her Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword.

The figure disappeared, leaving a mist in the same place.

The scent of clear wine came out.

The mist is the spirit that Shang Qingkong has just drunk.

Huhu!

A light breeze blew by the wine table, blowing the mist into a strand, and poured it into the scabbard of the Wanli Sad Autumn Sword.

This is considered drinking.

In Shang Qingkong's eyes, such a move was a vivid expression of her respect for Chen Xinglie.

But how could Chen Xinglie be satisfied with these formal things?

No matter how many toasts and toasts, it’s not as good as letting the sword of sorrowful autumn stay by my side. Whenever something happens, I will take the initiative to show my body shape and kill the rotten monsters on my behalf. Isn't it higher?

but.

Shang Qingkong's remarks made Chen Xinglie about another matter. With greater certainty.

catalyst!

When Niu Baiye went to Fenghua Street and asked to see Chen Xinglie, he said that he would go to Tushanzong and seek help from Shang Qingkong to refine drugs that could catalyze thunder.

Since Shang Qingkong had this attitude, she would definitely do her best when refining the catalyst with Niu Baiye.

Chen Xinglie glanced at the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword in Lin Daoyuan's hand, then picked up the wine glass and drank it in one go.

Drinking Shang Qingkong's toast, it means that he approves of Shang Qingkong's attitude.

Lin Daoyuan felt relaxed for a while, and he was also drinking.

Chen Xinglie stood up, walked out of the hall, and said casually: "Sect Master Lin doesn't have to think about the King's Tomb Temple. In this world, besides this seat, there is anyone who can decipher the ancient heritage under the ground. The formation from here?"

Temple!

Lin Daoyuan was shocked, and asked in shock: "My guess is that the temple the son is talking about must not be the temple of the land gods. Dare to ask the son, what kind of temple is that?"

Chen Xinglie stopped, his gaze swept past the Wanli Sorrowful Autumn Sword in Lin Daoyuan's hand, and said jokingly: "A land god?"

He didn't say much.

The land gods are not worth mentioning in front of the ancient ruler that Yongye ruled.

And Lin Daoyuan, the Tushan Sect Master, didn't need to know about the ancient masters. The prestige of the ancient masters that dominated this type of master was too far away from Lin Daoyuan.

If Lin Daoyuan cultivates to a land god, one day, he will fly to the upper realm. After a long time, he will gradually touch some secrets about reaching the upper realm, and he will naturally understand what dominance is.

It is useless to know now.

Chen Xinglie walked away, entered the ladder, and walked out slowly from the first floor lobby of the restaurant.

This time.

The whole restaurant lobby was silent.

The drinkers felt the pressure from the sky. They lowered their heads, drank and ate food, all seemed scared, and did not dare to look up at Chen Xinglie. Even if they accidentally saw Chen Xinglie, they would ignore them and pretend not to. .

Everyone is at risk.

No one dared to be presumptuous in front of Chen Xinglie.

Although the restaurant was quiet, but outside the restaurant, there were screams one after another, wailing and sorrowful, and it was extremely painful. Those were all scholars who were hanged up by Tu Shanzong disciples.

"Master Chen, please be merciful, please spare me this time, I will never dare anymore."

"We are just verbal mistakes. The sin is not dead. Master Chen has a lot of people. Let us go."

"Just treat me as a fart, let me go, please!"

Chen Xinglie walked out of the restaurant, shouting loudly behind him.

Those scholars who were indignant for Mr. Taixueshan Changgu pleaded.

Chen Xinglie didn't look back and kept walking.

Not only did he not have the slightest thought of pity in his heart, but his eyes became increasingly cold.

Scholars should have vigor!

In Chen Xinglie's opinion, although the scholars in this martial arts world are far from what they were in ancient China, their status is extremely high.

The sages in the history of China are so strong.

But apart from Gongsun Xuanji and ancestors and grandsons, there are not many scholars in this martial arts world.

How can Chen Xinglie not despise?

At the same time, he also remembered the system task that had been triggered earlier.

"Wencheng Wude!"

The meaning of the task is clear.

Chen Xinglie must not only make achievements on the road of Wushu, but also make progress on the road of Wendao.

If all the scholars in this world are exactly the same as this group of people who have been hung up, then what kind of literary and martial ethics are there?

It's ridiculous!

Chen Xinglie left in strides, his sleeves fluttering, just a few steps, Gu Hu Mei Mei ran over from the roadside, followed Chen Xinglie step by step, and said: "Master, do you want Xiao Mei to take you for a ride?"

Obviously, Gu Huo Meimei has been waiting for a long time.

Chen Xinglie stopped, noncommittal.

Huhu!

The demon wind suddenly started.

Gu Hu Meimei showed its original shape, transformed into a giant bird with wings spreading several tens of feet and more than 100 meters, crawling in front of Chen Xinglie.

Donglai upstairs.

Those scholars who were tied with ropes and hung under the railings closed their mouths together, and the screams of sorrow came to an abrupt end. They were so frightened that they dared not make a sound by the black demon wind that suddenly rose in the street in front.

Until this moment.

This group of scholars can really understand what kind of character Chen Xinglie they offended is.

monster!

That giant bird, full of monsters, rose up into the sky like wolf smoke, it was obviously a great monster!

What's more terrifying is.

Not only could Chen Xinglie surrender a fierce monster fighting monster and act as a mount, but also allow the Sect Master of the Tushan Sect of the Guardian Sect of the Great King Dynasty to act as a dogleg around him and do things for him.

What kind of character...

To be able to do this?

Although Chen Xinglie has left, he has left an endless panic in the Donglai Building!