Chapter 1070 Compensation (1)

Gongsun Yuanxuan, the national teacher of the Great Ming Dynasty, was a master of the twelve fates who became famous for a long time two thousand years ago. Together with another master of the dynasty, they are collectively known as the Great Ming Shuangsheng. In this world, the only people who dare to come to the White Tower alone to find Lan Xi and discuss with him are the masters of the twelve lives.

They got news that Lan Xihe of Baita was injured, and the injury was not light.

Coincidentally, the White Tower's opponent is Motian Pavilion.

The black tower suffered a collective downgrade event, including the tower owner, who are all recuperating. The Great Circle Royal Court and the Hei Yao Alliance did not dare to act rashly.

No matter how you analyze it, it's a great opportunity to take the opportunity to win the White Tower!

Unfortunately, it still lost.

The icy snow water flowed down his cheeks, like ants crawling, cold and itchy.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time.

He felt the biting cold penetrate the five internal organs along his chest... The surging power of that palm was still exerting its residual power, pinning him to the ground ruthlessly.

The already numb touch made him miserable.

He actually had a twisted psychology, he wanted to enjoy the pain of this palm, and wanted to remember this feeling.

All the pain is far greater than the numbness of failure and loss of life.

When he flew out of the dojo... his astrolabe darkened.

It's worse than dying!

...

Lu Zhou was very calm, his heartstrings did not fluctuate.

Such a scene is not surprising, it is only one life, six thousand merits.

Mange Taixuan's palm took his life, which is reasonable.

This series of operations surprised Lan Xihe and Si Wuya.

Lan Xihe couldn't do that. Even in her heyday, it was impossible to stand still and carry all of Gongsun Yuanxuan's great moves.

Lan Xihe couldn't help but raised his hands and applauded.

"Admiration, admiration... admiration..."

Three times in a row, Lan Xihe's dejected expression improved a little, probably because of his mood.

Si Wuya, the blue-clothed maid, and the other maids came to the railing of the dojo, overlooking Gongsun Yuanxuan, who was lying on his back facing the sky.

"Almost got it." Si Wuya voiced.

Eighty-one floors, not short.

If it is not a cultivator, looking down from the sky, it is almost impossible to see clearly.

Gongsun Yuanxuan heard this, but his chest became tight and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

A very familiar sentence... If you listened to persuasion, how would you end up like this?

"Come up." Si Wuya shouted and returned to the dojo.

Below the White Pagoda, many white-clothed practitioners suspended in the air, looking at Gongsun Yuanxuan lying on the ground.

"National teacher, are you alright?" Ning Wanqing flew out of the crowd, his eyes hollow.

Gongsun Yuanxuan ignored Ning Wanqing.

He clapped his hands suddenly, sat up, glared at Ning Wanqing, and said, "You come to laugh at me too?"

"I'm not that kind of person." Ning Wanqing said, "I just feel worthless for the national teacher."

Gongsun Yuanxuan snorted coldly and said, "Don't be hypocritical, the one who defeated me was Pavilion Master Lu of Motian Pavilion, not your White Tower."

"I know it's Pavilion Master Lu."

Ning Wanqing is blind. He never judges a person based on his appearance, nor can he see other people's facial features.

"It turns out that you two have been together for a long time."

"If you want to live longer, I suggest you restrain yourself. Your guessing opponents gives me the illusion of talking to pigs... You are a national teacher, a master of the twelve lives, and stupid people are not worthy. Adopt this status. If you feel that anger can solve the problem, then please do so..." Ning Wanqing said.

When he heard the word "pig", Gongsun Yuanxuan was about to get angry, but the second half of the sentence was like a basin of cold water, dousing all his anger.

Can anger solve problems?

Obviously not.

He stood up trembling like an eggplant hit by frost.

Stretching off the residual snow on his body, he raised his head and glanced at the white pagoda that was inserted into the clouds.

When did the dignified national teacher and the strong twelve life style become so petty?

A sigh.

Hey.

Seeing him calm down, Ning Wanqing said, "I have a piece of advice for you."

"Go ahead, I'm listening." Gongsun Yuanxuan said.

"Don't use common sense to speculate on the Magic Heaven Pavilion. They are far stronger than you think. It stands to reason that I really want you to die, but such an outcome is not good for Baita. Just do it yourself." Ning Wanqing turned and disappeared.

Gongsun Yuanxuan was taken aback.

He was actually trained to be speechless by a younger generation.

...

White Pagoda, in the dojo.

Lan Xihe looked at Lu Zhou's back and said:

"Which one is the real you?"

She was puzzled and incomprehensible.

Lu Zhou turned around and said, "It's not important."

Si Wuya relieved the siege and said:

"Master of the Blue Tower, you can stay young forever, and your teacher's cultivation base is not weaker than you, so you can naturally do this."

Lan Xihe nodded and said softly, "That makes sense... It's just that the last time we met, it was a little difficult for me to get used to it."

Probably because I have lived for a long time, I no longer measure a person by appearance. Although Lan Xihe looks very young, in the past many years, more people have regarded her as an "old witch" for tens of thousands of years.

Lan Xihe said again:

"Pavilion Master Lu, why didn't you kill him? He'll have a grudge for one less life."

Taixuan has been exhausted, and the rest can only be killed, which is of little value.

Lu Zhou did not answer her question directly, but said, "This trick of yours to kill with a knife is a good use."

First, use the blue crystal containing the aura of Taixu to attract Lu Zhou's attention, and then use the knife to kill.

Lan Xihe said:

"I admit that I'm a little selfish... Pavilion Master Lu won't die, right?"

Lu Zhou said, "You have overlooked a key issue."

"what?"

"Since the old man can kill Gongsun Yuanxuan, he can also kill you."

Lan Xihe was at a loss for words.

Intrigue, conspiracy and intrigue are as crisp as paper and meaningless in the face of absolute power.

At this time, Gongsun Yuanxuan flew up and landed outside the dojo.

He clutched his chest and walked in with an ugly face. He came to a stop more than ten meters away from Luzhou, bowed and said, "Thank you, Pavilion Master Lu, for your mercy."

Strength can destroy all doubts.

Gongsun Yuanxuan has completely regarded this seemingly young Luzhou as the all-powerful Motian Pavilion pavilion master.

"I knew this earlier, why was it in the first place?" Lu Zhou glanced at him.

"Pavillion Lu taught me... I also asked pavilion master Lu to let me live." Gongsun Yuanxuan was straight to the point, honest and servile.

He felt his heart throbbing more and more, and it was very uncomfortable.

Lu Zhou thought for a while, then glanced at Lan Xihe with a smile... This Lan Xihe is not simple.

How can she be allowed to take advantage of the fisherman.

"If you want to survive, you can. One hundred copies of obsidian essence will be sent to Motian Pavilion." Lu Zhou said it directly.

Hearing that, Gongsun Yuanxuan's eyes widened.

The lion speaks up!

Who can come up with so much obsidian essence.

The bag just now was only 20 servings.

Baita has accumulated for so many years, at most more than 100 copies.

"Pavillion Lu, can you use other items instead? One hundred copies of obsidian essence, I really can't get it out!"

Gongsun Yuanxuan bowed his body and continued:

"It will take at least a thousand years of production. In the past, obsidian mineral resources have always been in the hands of Baita."

Luzhou said:

"This is your business. Of course, the old man can give you one more choice."

He took out the blue crystal from his sleeve and gave Gongsun Yuanxuan a look,

"Find one, which can be worth half of the obsidian essence."

"Blue Crystal?" Gongsun Yuanxuan turned his head and glanced at Lan Xihe... secretly said, so willing.