Chapter 78 The fish takes the bait
Thunder Drum Mountain,
Su Xinghe was lying on a bamboo lounge chair, swaying leisurely.

He drew the blueprint for this chair and asked his apprentices to make it.

Very comfortable.

Just then, a thin man with a half-black and half-white beard walked in.

"Master! I have completed what you asked me to do."

Su Xinghe opened his eyes and saw that the man was Xue Muhua, known as the "Enemy of the King of Hell".

"Master, please take a look."

Xue Muhua made way, and there was a coffin behind him.

Su Xinghe stood up, walked to the coffin, took a look, and nodded.

"Well done, take it away."

"Yes, disciple, I'll take my leave." Xue Muhua left with the coffin.

This was in ancient times. Without telephones and the Internet like we have today, it was very difficult to transmit information.

Although Su Xinghe asked Feng Asan to send out the invitations, half a month had passed.

Apart from a few disciples who have returned, it will probably take some time for the other invited people to arrive!

Wuyazi was still studying the "Shenzhaojing" in the cave, and his temper was getting worse and worse. Su Xinghe didn't want to get into trouble.

If he didn't call these eight disciples back, Ding Chunqiu would probably find them one by one and bring them to him. It would be better for him to call them back himself.

Su Xinghe was still very satisfied with these disciples.

Even Guo Jing, the disciple, was not as comfortable as these eight disciples.

These eight disciples are very filial and loyal.

Not only that, they are all very rich.

No one has Guo Jing's strong sense of justice, nor does anyone have the habit of stirring up trouble and doing evil.

Basically, they would not hesitate to do anything Su Xinghe asked them to do.

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The next morning,
Duan Yu was the first to arrive at Leigu Mountain.

"My humble disciple Duan Yu greets Mr. Congbian!"

Su Xinghe nodded and signaled him to play chess.

He actually knew how to play chess, but his skills were not very advanced. Later, when he obtained the memories of his original body, his knowledge of chess was naturally inherited by him.

Duan Yu’s chess skills are still very good, but unfortunately this Zhenlong chess game cannot be solved by common sense.

The two of them made more than ten moves.

He began to fall into a state of deep thought and was unable to make a move.

While we were playing chess, a few more people came.

"Boy named Duan, you've already lost, so stop wasting time." The person who came was Bao Bu Tong, the foul-mouthed man next to Murong Fu. He really couldn't stand Duan Yu, so when he saw a chance to ridicule him, he naturally wouldn't give up.

Duan Yu took a long breath, shook his head and said, "The treasure that the old man presented is so profound and ingenious that I cannot decipher it."

"It's okay. This chess game has stumped countless people. It's normal that it can't be solved." Su Xinghe said nonchalantly.

Duan Yu picked up the ten or so white pieces he had placed from the chessboard and put them into the wooden box. Su Xinghe also picked up the ten or so black pieces. The chessboard still remained in its original position.

Duan Yu glanced around and spotted the beautiful figure in the crowd. The depressed mood he had just felt after losing the game disappeared instantly. His eyes lit up, a smile appeared on his face, and he was about to go over to say hello.

But suddenly a person appeared and stopped Duan Yu.

That person was Murong Fu.

"Gusu Murongfu, I'm here to meet Senior Su."

"Yeah!" Su Xinghe nodded and pointed at the chessboard, telling him to stop talking and play chess quickly.

Murong Fu was unhappy with Su Xinghe's attitude, but he still had to maintain his composure, suppressed his unhappiness, and started playing chess. After a dozen moves, Murong Fu began to sweat.

His chess skills are not as good as Duan Yu's.

Moreover, his mind was too confused and he could easily be affected by this exquisite chess game.

He went crazy in an instant, yelling and slashing with a sword on the field.

Duan Yu was afraid that the girl in his heart would get hurt, so he used the Six Meridians Divine Sword on Murong Fu, knocking the sword out of his hand and causing him to fall to the ground.

This fall brought him back to consciousness.

Sitting on the ground, looking at the crowd around him, this was simply a scene of social death. He immediately stood up and was about to leave with his people in disgrace.

"Xingxiu Old Immortal has boundless magical power, Xingxiu Old Immortal is the best in the world, Xingxiu Old Immortal has unparalleled martial arts..."

The noisy sounds coming from outside the valley eased Murong Fu's embarrassment and also made him temporarily give up the idea of ​​leaving.

Among the new arrivals, a man got off a sedan chair.

This man had flowing silver hair and a shoulder-length beard.

"Brother! How are you these days?"

The person who came was Ding Chunqiu, whose appearance he had seen in his memory.

"Junior brother! How can I be well if you are not dead?"

"Huh? You actually broke your oath. If you speak today, you will commit suicide. Don't blame me." Ding Chunqiu was very surprised that his cowardly senior brother was not afraid of him today.

"Junior brother, I have missed you for a long time. Come and see my big baby!"

Su Xinghe didn't waste any time with Ding Chunqiu and directly took out the giant iron sword behind him.

This huge sword without a peak, weighing 130 kilograms, 1.8 meters long and 30 centimeters wide, suddenly slapped Ding Chunqiu.

Ding Chunqiu never expected that this honest senior brother would start a fight over a disagreement. He was also very afraid of the big sword and knew that if he was hit by it, his bones would definitely be broken, so he quickly dodged.

But how could Su Xinghe let him get away? He waved the giant iron sword and stuck to Ding Chunqiu tightly.

Ding Chunqiu was also very angry. Seeing that he could not escape from Su Xinghe's attack range, he covered his palms with thick true energy, avoided the direction of the sword blade, and slapped the sword body of the giant iron sword. He knew that his senior brother's internal strength was not as good as his, and this palm could definitely knock the iron sword away.

A huge "bang" sound was heard.

To Ding Chunqiu's surprise, what flew out was not the giant iron sword, but himself.

His body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and only stopped when it hit several disciples behind him.

The people watching the show were also extremely surprised and could not react to the sudden changes on the scene.

The thin figure who was playing chess so politely just now, now took out a sword like a wild man...

Do not!
Is that a sword?
How dare you call me Jian?
That's the door panel!
If that thing hits your body, it will definitely cause a comminuted fracture.

Murong Fu looked at the sword in his hand and thought to himself, "Why do I feel like I'm holding an embroidery needle?"

At this moment, their three views were a little shattered, because no martial artist had ever used such a huge and heavy weapon.

Su Xinghe used the teleportation technique to dodge to Ding Chunqiu's side and chopped him down on the head with his sword again.

He was so frightened that he dodged again in a panic, but the disciple behind him was in trouble.

He was hit directly by a sword.

"Crack!"

The scene was unbearable to watch, red and white shot...

Ding Chunqiu's eyes also shrank.

Although he had killed many people, this was the first time he had seen such visual stimulation and violence. This made him understand the power of this sword even more.

Ding Chunqiu tried to fight Su Xinghe head-on, but his palms were numb from the needles, and he was totally unable to resist.

"This old guy! Where did he learn such a powerful sword technique? Could it be that the old villain Wuyazi kept it from me? No! This is different from the style of the Xiaoyao Sect!" Ding Chun couldn't help but complain.

(End of this chapter)