"Tolerance is a virtue."

"Generosity is a human quality."

Sure enough, there is no simple one who can achieve the position of the city lord's palace.

You still underestimate yourself when it comes to dealing with it yourself!

"Xu Xiaoshou, please leave first!"

Seeing that no one spoke, Shiti could only wave his hands helplessly.

At this time, the injuries of the patients are obviously more important.

After all, there is more than one payment bank here, and too many people have been treated to wake up. It is estimated that if Xu Xiaoshou takes one more look, he will faint on the spot.

"Oh okay……"

Xu Xiaoshou rubbed the soles of his feet and wanted to help in some way.

It's all because of Zhang Taiying, who triggered some kind of spiritual formation for nothing, and the city lord's mansion was destroyed.

It's all his fault!

"You really don't need my help to do something within my power?" Xu Xiaoshou rubbed his hands and said apologetically.

Everyone on one side froze for a moment, feeling their hearts skip a beat.

To the best of our ability...

"Brother Shou, you'd better leave first. My fool's mind is not very firm. I guess I won't be able to see you in a short time." Fu Zhi said with a stiff face.

"Jiang Zi."

Xu Xiaoshou also knows what kind of psychology these people have. Generally speaking, he has some skills.

In this case, withdraw!

"Little junior sister."

"Um?"

Mu Zixi crouched, watching Fu Xing and other patients on the ground with interest from behind, obviously not wanting to leave this lively and interesting place.

"gone."

Xu Xiaoshou, however, grabbed the little girl's ponytails and walked away.

"Attracting attention, passive value, +1240."

"Cursed, passive value, +1, +1, +1, +1..."

…

Outside the city lord's palace.

It is very far away from Tiansang City.

In the Eighth Palace.

It is sad when the wind and sand blow, and it is frightening and sad when the birds and animals sing.

This is an extremely remote town. Perhaps in the past, this place had its own glory.

But because it is close to the White Cave, and because of the opening of the dimensional space a few years ago, the place is basically cut off from the smell of fireworks.

But at this moment.

This small town, which was supposed to be deserted, actually regained a trace of dust and color.

Different from the farmers at that time, all the passers-by now are spiritual refiners.

The number is quite a lot!

Inside a small inn that has been revitalized.

Lan Xinzi, who was wearing a black dress, and He Yuxing, who was wearing a magic pattern on his face, were sitting cross-legged on the bed in the room.

"how do you feel?"

Lan Xinzi's gaze moved down, away from the magic pattern on He Yuxing's face, and landed on a carving in this guy's hand.

"It can still hold up."

He Yuxing had scarlet lust in his eyes.

He tried his best to endure it and keep his tone calm.

"The 'Sacrificial Falling Diao Pian' is too powerful. The sword intent contained in it is simply not something I can fully comprehend now."

"But even a little bit is enough."

"I feel like I am more than a little bit better at this moment than I was before."

He Yuxing clutched the bronze sculpture in his hand for dear life.

This carving is only the size of the fingernail of your little finger.

But the ability contained within seems to be truly endless and majestic.

Just restraining the trembling of his body would cost him all his strength.

"enough."

Lan Xinzi said indifferently, "Today has reached its peak. If you continue to comprehend, you won't be able to hold it anymore."

She spread her delicate hands and signaled He Yuxing to return the carving to her.

This is something from Zhang Xinxiong.

The two "sacrificial sculptures" owned by the Zhang family were both obtained from the White Grotto.

The big piece should be on Zhang Taiying's body, or hidden somewhere in the Sutra Pavilion.

The little one was naturally handed over to Zhang Xinxiong for enlightenment.

But this thing seems to really only be related to sword intent.

Even if Zhang Taiying gave it to Zhang Xinxiong, this guy wouldn't understand anything.

Looking back at myself and He Yuxing, it seems that they are more destined to this thing.

Especially He Yuxing!

Lan Xinzi admired in her heart.

Even if she gets this "Sacrificial Sculpture" from Zhang Xinxiong, it will be difficult for her to realize too many things.

But what a blessing...

This guy's swordsmanship is terrible.

Sure enough, Su Qianqian's brilliant achievements at such a young age really covered up too many geniuses in the spiritual palace.

At least, given He Yuxing's current state.

I'm afraid that even if Su Qianqian possesses "Tomb Name City Snow", it will be very difficult to resist a sword strike.

After all, in the past few days, the number of strong masters who died directly under He Yuxing's sword just because they tried to provoke him has almost reached double digits.

"Luckily, he sacrificed the fallen sculptures..."

Lan Xinzi used his spiritual energy to hold the carved piece that fell back into his hand, murmuring in his heart.

This combination is your guarantee for entering the White Cave.

Although she didn't know much about the thing in her hand, she also knew that the Zhang family had spent a lot of effort to get it out of the white cave during the last opening.

Although it was only such a small piece, the terrifying sword intent and killing intent inside it made Lan Xinzi suspicious.

This thing is absolutely inseparable from the "Four Swords" that went viral recently.

There are prerequisites.

How could anyone be lucky enough to be such a swordsman?

If you can win the "Four Swords"...

Lan Xinzi's beautiful eyes rolled around, her red lips lifted slightly, and murderous intent bloomed in her eyes.

She thought of how when Zhang Xinxiong died, she had to cry out in fear, just to survive.

This humiliation will be unforgettable for a lifetime!

"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?"

"Kill Zhang Xinxiong, and you should also get a spot in the White Cave. Come to the White Cave."

"It's a pity that you didn't get this 'sacrificial sculpture'!"

…

"Huchi, Huchi..."

The snoring in front of him became louder and louder. Lan Xinzi, who was thinking, raised his eyes and saw He Yuxing's scarlet eyes, which had unabashedly fallen on his shoulders.
To be continued...