Quick Wear: The Beautiful, Strong and Tragic Path of a Swordsman

Chapter 250 God, God's Messenger, and the Godly Tree 17

Jingkongmen is far away from us.

A handsome man with white hair and beard was lying in a rocking chair in the sun in an ungainly posture. He waved one hand gently, and rows of small swords made of spiritual power changed their positions according to his fingertips, forming mysterious and sharp formations, which were full of murderous intent.

"Ah!"

A sudden sneeze dispelled all the strange visions. The man raised his hand to stroke his beard, but suddenly remembered that he had shaved off his long beard in order to look cool in front of his sweetheart. He then silently turned to tidy up his handsome and flowing hair.

"What sweet little kid is thinking of me?"

He muttered something, then counted on his fingers subconsciously.

A mouthful of blood spurted three meters away.

"Sweet... Sure enough, you don't expect me to order something good..."

"Master!"

The Taoist boy's voice came from afar.

The man immediately wiped away the bloodstains with a wave of his hand, put away the recliner, stood under the tree with his hands behind his back and his eyes slightly closed, looking majestic.

"What's the matter?"

The little Taoist boy ran so fast that he suddenly stopped in front of the man, knelt on the ground respectfully and replied, "Big Brother sent an emergency message, wanting you to come out of the mountain, Master, because it concerns Big Brother Xu."

"Oh."

The little Taoist boy waited for a long time but got no response. He raised his head, his young face full of confusion, "Master?"

"I know, I know. Just go down and don't worry about it." The man waved his sleeves impatiently.

"Ah? Oh." The little Taoist boy scratched the back of his bald head and walked away with his short legs.

After the little Taoist boy walked away, the man covered his chest and coughed several times. He leaned against the tree trunk in exhaustion and smiled bitterly, "That's not something I can control."

"The disaster should be over."

The last sentence sounded so light that it seemed like an illusion.

......

Logically speaking, Yu Ze, who had already won the 'first place', did not need to continue to participate in the next trial, and he also wanted to coax Xu Yan to leave with him early.

This selection was meaningless from the beginning, as the identity of God's Messenger could only belong to Xu Yan.

But Xu Yan refused, saying that he was afraid that Yu Ze would be criticized as an unfair god, and he himself was too lazy to always deal with those who caused trouble.

So Yu Ze had no choice but to follow Xu Yan obediently and accompany him through the process.

It was only when Xu Yan, who was not far in front of him, suddenly disappeared that he suddenly realized from the happiness of being together with Xu Yan again that this damn trial could be transmitted randomly.

But now he was using the shell of an ordinary human being, and he couldn't even cheat as easily as before.

"Grass."

Xu Yan didn't expect that the god would get lost. As soon as he turned around, the person disappeared.

He stood there waiting for a long time, but all he could see was yellow sand. There was not even an ant. Although the jade on his wrist protected him from the heat and dryness of the Sand Prison Trial, it no longer emitted green light to guide him forward.

It seems that although this god claims to be partial and corrupt, he is actually quite fair and strict.

Xu Yan evaluated it in his mind and walked forward according to his feeling.

Little did he know that a lost god was rushing around looking for him like a dragon who had lost its treasure.

And for some unknown reason, the two of them were running in opposite directions, the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

The light emitted by the jade leaf on Xu Yan's wrist became dimmer and dimmer, and finally it turned yellow as if it had withered.