Rebirth of the Urban Mad Immortal

Maybe Kong Zixuan felt that it was almost time for Jiesong and the others to buy Kongming lanterns, so she moved her little head down from Du Hao's shoulders with nostalgia, as if she wanted to remember the temperature. . .

However, the two of them held hands tightly and never let go.

Neither of them spoke, looking at the sky, wondering what they were thinking.

"Come on, come on, Haozi, Zixuan, I have bought the Kongming lanterns. Unfortunately, there are only three left. Let's make do. You and Zixuan can write on one."

At this moment, Jie Song handed a red Kongming Lantern to the hands of the two of them, as if he was afraid that they would snatch it from them. Ning Fan and Jie Song quickly picked up a pen and wrote themselves on the Kongming Lantern in their hands. New Year's Outlook.

Kong Zixuan was a little stunned, and gave a blank look at Xie Song, which was rare in embarrassment.

But Du Hao smiled at Jie Song's approach.

How could there be only three places like this left? This was clearly because Jie Song wanted to create opportunities for himself and Kong Zixuan.

After seeing through it, he took out a pen and handed it to Kong Zixuan, indicating that she should write first.

Kong Zixuan was stunned, her little face was a little rosy and she said: "Is it really okay to write them together?"

Du Hao nodded slightly: "There is a Buddha in this world."

The answer seemed to be wrong, but it shocked Kong Zixuan's body, and a layer of mist gradually formed in her eyes.

Before, she asked Du Hao, is there a Buddha in the world who can realize her wishes?

Now Du Hao's answer has proved what he had in mind.

It is no longer about whether the Buddha is there or not. What is relevant is only one person's questions and one person's answers.

Kong Zixuan smiled shyly, picked up a pen and wrote down the New Year's outlook on the red Kongming Lantern.

While writing, I did not forget to turn my back, deliberately not letting Du Hao see it.

Seeing Kong Zixuan like this, the smile on Du Hao's face was very gentle.

Just like when she was a child, Kong Zixuan secretly wrote a diary in front of the two of them...

"Now, it's written. Don't read it. Write on the other side." Kong Zixuan threw the pen to Du Hao. She covered what she was writing with one hand and folded the Kongming Lantern awkwardly with the other hand.

Du Hao took it, thought about it, and wrote something down very carefully.

Kong Zixuan looked around and found that it was probably because the light was too dim that she couldn't tell what Du Hao was writing.

But she didn't care. As long as she and Du Hao could write on a sky lantern, she would be satisfied.

Bang!

The solid alcohol was ignited, and in the flames, the Kongming Lantern gradually expanded, vaguely gaining the ability to float.

Under the illumination of the flames, Kong Zixuan's little face turned red, with a very happy expression on her face.

Perhaps, this is the happiest year she has ever lived.

"Are you ready?" Du Hao asked.

Kong Zixuan nodded slightly, her face full of excitement.

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

The four people shouted in unison, and finally threw the Kongming Lantern in their hands into the sky.

Looking at the Kongming Lantern gradually flying high into the sky, it seems as if it is sending its wishes to the sky, and my heart is full of expectations.

Du Hao could vaguely see two lines of writing on the Kongming lantern he and Kong Zixuan had:

"I hope I can stay with Du Hao forever, even if I'm not a lover."

"I hope Kong Zixuan's dream comes true..."

…

This night is destined to be sleepless.

Whether it's Du Hao, Kong Zixuan, or other forces rushing to Nanzhou, they all have reasons to be excited.

In Duhao, they drove down the mountain.

While the next entertainment item was being carried out, the auction also kicked off at the Main Hall.

It is indeed as Cheng Ji said. This auction is held by people in the martial arts world. The purpose is to obtain the treasures they need to enhance their combat effectiveness before the secret realm where the demon sword Murasame is left opens. I am more confident when I capture Murasame.

Although these people are considered competitors, they still dare not take action in this auction.

After all, there is an unwritten rule in the martial arts world. No matter what kind of auction it is, anyone who breaks the rules at the auction site will be hunted down by the entire martial arts world!

Not only China, but also people abroad knew about this, so they did not dare to make mistakes in any auction organized by Wulin.

For the sake of privacy, everyone who comes here is arranged in a small private room.

Fortunately, the underground auction venue is very large, and it is located exactly under the Tathagata Buddha statue in the Main Hall, which plays a role in suppressing the luck of the entire audience.

Quan Jixiu was sitting here, tapping the tea cup on the table very dissatisfied and complaining: "What a broken place, forget about the local garbage, why is there not even decent water? The Chinese people don't have the money to do it." Is it the auction venue?"

Facing this eldest lady, everyone in Jian Tomb around her had a wry smile on their faces.

It's just helpless that although the status of the Kwon family in South Korea is average, the identity of Kwon Ji-soo is not.

She is a close disciple of the current sword master of Jian Tomb, which shows her identity!

If we really want to say it, Quan Jixiu's status in Jian Tomb can even catch up with the Seventh Son of Jian Tomb!

Pu Xinxing looked at his junior sister like this and said helplessly: "Miss Quan, we are just here to bid on some things. There is no need to worry about these small things. It's just a short time anyway."

Quan Zhixiu snorted coldly. Although he was dissatisfied, he still chose to sit here.

But it was obvious that she was absent-minded!

Cheng Ji sat aside, always with a faint smile on his face, as if everything was just a trivial matter in his eyes.

Whether it's Quan Jixiu, Park Xinxing, or the sword tomb behind them...

In Cheng Ji's heart, these people were always just pawns of Pan Wan.

"Ah Er, go report to the master that I have successfully entered the auction."

While Quan Zhixiu complained, Cheng Ji sent a signal in his head.

After all, it was an artificial human, and this technology was already very mature for Pan Wan's people, so the people around him didn't notice anything unusual.

Soon, a cold voice came into Cheng Ji's mind: "Master already knows that this mission is a bit difficult. It's a... scabbard!"

"According to the data, this scabbard is most likely the scabbard that originally contained the demon sword Murasame. I have transferred the specific pattern to your brain. You should be able to see it if you check it."

"Remember, we must get this scabbard, no matter what the cost. Because as long as we have this scabbard, we can be more confident in winning Murasame!"

"clear."

After Cheng Ji finished speaking, he cut off the wireless communication and looked into his mind.

It was a very strange scabbard. Although it was not much different from the scabbard of the current Tai Sword, there were some slight differences.

The scabbard is 1.2 meters in total, and the 30 centimeters from the lower part of the scabbard entrance are all covered, while the remaining 90 centimeters seem to only protect the blade surface, while the back of the sword is 'naked' Exposed.

When looking at this picture, Cheng Ji also looked very carefully at what the demon sword Murasame looked like in its scabbard, and he was convinced of the reliability of this information.

The sheath of Murasame's demon sword is equivalent to getting half of it!

Cheng Ji's face lit up with excitement. He thought that if he got the demon sword Murasame, the first thing he would do is to use this sword to cut off Du Hao's limbs and let him enjoy the inhuman pleasure. Torture to death!

"Du Hao, when I get the demon sword Murasame, you will die!"

"Not just you, your parents, the people you care about, and the people in your family are all going to die!!!"

At this moment, Cheng Ji suddenly felt a cold gaze coming from your private room across from you. He was so scared that he tensed up and almost transformed and took out the cannon in his wrist.

However, this look was fleeting, making him wonder if he had just had an illusion.

After glancing at the other side for a moment, he also dropped his gaze.

In a place like this, he was afraid that some old master would take action, see through him, and take him back for research.

After all, in the Grandmaster realm, there are truly strong people.

They are no longer considered people in the martial arts world, but...

Practitioner!

"Hey, artificial man, this is somewhat new, I don't know who 'made' it."

In the private room opposite Quan Zhixiu and the others, Xie Shen glanced at Cheng Ji, his eyes showing interest.

"But no matter who 'made' it, in front of me, it's just a pile of junk."

As he spoke, his eyes glowed: "Tonight, I am bound to get Murasame's scabbard. No one can snatch it from me!"

Not only him, but also many people in other rooms knew the news about the scabbard, so they came to this auction.

Of course, some of them came for other items, with various purposes.

After a while, an old man in very festive clothes walked up to the center and coughed lightly.

After the hustle and bustle in the venue calmed down, he said to everyone: "Ahem, thank you fellow Taoists for coming all the way to participate in today's auction. The rules are still the same, the highest bidder wins, and items of the same price can be exchanged."

“Next, we’ll put the first item on display.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a young boy ran up to him with a panicked look, leaned into the old man's ear and whispered a few words.

The old man's face was shocked, his eyes widened: "What?!"

"Master, this is true." The boy was about to cry. He did not expect such a mistake.

The old man ordered in a deep voice: "Seal all exits and everyone present cannot be let out. Let me check them one by one!"

When everyone was confused, the old man clasped his fists at the people present and said: "Fellow Taoists, I'm very sorry. We just found out that someone stole all of our auction items today. Please cooperate with us in the investigation. I'll wait. Grateful!"

"What?!"

"What?!"

"All the auction items have been stolen?!"

Not only Xie Shen, Cheng Ji and others, but also some other casual cultivators were stunned.

What kind of thief is this? He has a huge appetite...

What did he use to pack so many things? ?

While they were checking one by one at the Main Hall, Du Hao, who had already arrived at the KTV, suddenly had a look on his face and went out on the pretext of going to the toilet.

When he came to a deserted area, he saw a flash of black light, and the Ancient Sword of Chaos appeared in front of him.

After Gao Fushuai came out, he looked excited and said: "Boy Du, we found the treasure!"

As he spoke, he took out a long piece of wood that looked like no one wanted it.

"This is?"

Du Hao could feel that although this piece of wood looked ugly, the aura contained in it surprised even him.

"Hehe, I heard from those idiots that this is the scabbard of the demon sword Murasame."

"Scabbard?!"