When Lin Wangbei arrived, Wen Zhengrong was already dead.
The death was extremely miserable.
His heart was completely stabbed, his eyes were gouged out alive, and there were countless penetrating wounds all over his body, and his flesh and blood were blurred.
But judging from the remaining expression on his face, when he was dying, he only had anger, not despair.
So Lin Wangbei looked to the side, the Xuantie killer with a dagger in his hand and blood all over his body. "You did it?"
The Xuantie killer nodded silently, threw away the dagger in his hand, and didn't know what he thought of. He smiled and said: "Marshal, do you know that I have done things for him for more than ten years, those dirty things? I have participated in every one of them. Over the years, I have worked for him and saved his life. I thought I was his confidant, but in his eyes I am just a waste."
"A piece of trash that is easy to use but can be thrown away at any time."
His tone was a little sad, but also as if he was relieved: "Now that he has been killed by a loser like me, he must be extremely unwilling to go to the Netherworld."
After saying this, he stood up straight, with a lifeless expression, and said with a smile: "But I can die in your hands, which is a lot stronger than him."
"When did I say I was going to kill you?" Lin Wangbei glanced at him, and then raised his hand. The storage ring on Zhengrong's body immediately flew up. He held it in his hand and looked at it for a moment, and then asked: " May I have your name."
The Black Iron Killer was startled for a moment, and then realized: "Marshal... are you asking for my name?"
Lin Wangbei put away the storage ring and said: "I heard that Zhengrong was killed by you. You have made great achievements in suppressing the rebellion. I will tell your leader the truth."
"I… "
He opened his mouth and hesitated for a long time before saying, "My name is Fang Xuan."
"Is that Fang Xuan? I've written it down."
After Lin Wangbei finished speaking calmly, he chopped off Wen Zhengrong's head with a knife, held it in his hand without any scruples, and turned around to leave.
Fang Xuan, on the other hand, looked puzzled. He watched Lin Wangbei's back disappear, and finally realized that he was not dead!
After facing Lin Wangbei twice, he actually didn't die!
At that previous moment, he had actually been prepared to die, and even had a sense of calm facing death.
But when the death disaster was over, Fang Xuan felt that all the strength in his body had been drained, and he suddenly collapsed on the ground and was stunned.
Not long after, his joyful laughter could be heard in the dense forest.
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boom!
When Su Liu was closing her eyes and adjusting her breath, a human head suddenly rolled in front of her. She immediately opened her eyes and looked at the angry face. After a long silence, she raised her head and saw the face standing not far away. Lin Wangbei said: "Thank you."
"You deserve this, and he was not killed by me."
Lin Wangbei smiled, "If I had killed him, I wouldn't have left such a complete head."
After the knife attack just now, Su Liu deeply agreed with this point and was silent for a while before saying: "What do you want?"
Hearing this, Lin Wangbei waved his hand and said, "I said, I didn't kill him, so the previous agreement doesn't count."
After saying that, he looked at Su Liu and said after a deep sigh: "Although your Xuanmen is not broken, it has also damaged its foundation. Don't fight with others until the injury recovers."
However, Su Liu said stubbornly: "You haven't said what you want me to do yet."
Lin Wangbei was stunned, and looked at Su Liu for a moment. He noticed that her stubborn eyes did not seem to be fake, and asked doubtfully: "You... don't know me?"
"You are a strong man." Su Liu said calmly: "And I heard them calling you Marshal Lin. Is your surname Lin?"
Hearing Su Liu's answer, Lin Wangbei knew that this little girl should not care at all about everything in the Tiantian Holy Kingdom. Logically speaking, although the name Lin Wangbei was only circulated among the upper echelons of the Holy Kingdom, as a local assassin, there was no reason why he should not know his name.
For the first time, Lin Wangbei felt very frustrated. He smiled bitterly and said, "My name is Lin Wangbei. Remember this name. We will meet again."
After saying that, Lin Wangbei was about to leave when he heard Su Liu say: "Wait!"
Facing Lin Wangbei's doubtful eyes, Su Liu stood up, unbuttoned his coat expressionlessly, revealing his white underwear.
Lin Wangbei's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "What are you..."
Su Liu's movements continued, unbuttoning her inner shirt, and her delicate collarbone and half of her shoulders were exposed. Lin Wangbei immediately understood what she meant, and quickly raised his hand to send out a blast of infuriating energy, and flicked Su Liu's hand away.
Su Liu was silent for a moment and said indifferently: "Don't you want this?"
"You misunderstood." Lin Wangbei smiled bitterly, avoiding his eyes, and said helplessly: "I just see that you are very talented, and I want to accept you as my successor. Why did you think of that?"
"Trouble that a strong person like you can't solve, and I don't have that kind of strength. So I thought this is what you want."
Su Liu's tone was calm, as if he was treating himself as a piece of trading goods.
"Get dressed quickly."
Lin Wangbei was a little angry, turned around and said, "Don't do this again."
Su Liu's body trembled, she pursed her lips, then put on her clothes as instructed, and then said: "I promise you."
"What?"
"I promise to be your successor."
Su Liu said: "I want to learn your sword skills and become stronger."
When Lin Wangbei heard this, he was about to turn around, but then he lowered his eyelids as if he remembered something, and showed a smile: "Answer me next time we meet again."
After saying that, he hurriedly left in the air.
Su Liu looked up for a moment, twitching the corners of his mouth, and then suddenly remembered his big knife and murmured: "My knife."
Then he quickly turned back to find the big knife he had left behind.
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"Dean Li, the inheritance of the upper world is of great importance. We can't give up just because of your words, can we?"
"If we must believe it, then please ask Dean Li to put down the book box and search it for us. If there really is no inheritance from the upper world, we will naturally apologize to Dean Li."
In the underground palace, Li Wuming was surrounded by a group of warriors from aristocratic families. He looked at the leaders helplessly: "There really is no inheritance from the upper world here, so please don't embarrass me."
It turned out that when Lin Wangbei was chasing Wen Zhengrong, in addition to Li Wuming, various aristocratic families in the imperial capital also sent out Mingyou Grandmasters. Counting Li Wuming, five Mingyou Grandmasters gathered here. But because Li Wuming was the first grandmaster to enter the underground palace, he was blocked by four other people at this time, insisting that he hand over the inheritance from the upper world.
But the moment Li Wuming entered the underground palace, he knew that there was no inheritance from the upper world at all. After a little careful consideration, he confirmed his previous thoughts. It was all just a carefully arranged conspiracy. But the mastermind behind the scenes has accurately calculated the greed of people. Even if there is a slight chance, these people will not give up the inheritance of the upper world. Hence this farce involving several Mingyou powerhouses.
Among the four people who stopped Li Wuming, three were from aristocratic families, but there was one who had not spoken yet simply because he was a powerful master from the academy.
This silent middle-aged man observed for a long time, and finally stood up and said: "You should not embarrass Mr. Li. In my opinion, there is indeed no trace of the inheritance from the upper world here. Even if there were, it would have been taken away by others long ago. gone."
"Mr. Li just entered the underground palace one step ahead of us. Even if there is indeed an inheritance from the upper world, he doesn't have time to find it."
The middle-aged man said this and smiled at Li Wuming: "Mr. Li, am I right?"
"Mr. Zhang is right." Li Wuming sighed and had to admit, "There really is no inheritance from the upper world here. If you don't believe it, you can think about it. Is the news about the inheritance coming too suddenly?"
"If there really is a heritage, how could it spread so much in such a short period of time?"
Hearing Li Wuming's words, the remaining three masters of the aristocratic families frowned.
One of the old men sneered: "Several major academies have always had a close relationship with Wu Zong. Who knows if you are covering for each other? Dean Li, in terms of age, you are older than me. At our age, if you want to You know how difficult it is to go further. If you really get the inheritance from the upper world, we will only borrow it to gain enlightenment and will never take it as our own, how about that?"