When the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect and the followers of Princess Linglong felt that their future was bleak and cried bitterly because of Yue Linglong's death, Ye Xiuwen, the evil god, ran back unprepared and appeared in front of them mysteriously.
The disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, whose hand tendons and hamstrings were still broken, were unable to resist Ye Xiuwen and could not help but wince.
They saw Jun Xiaomo dressed in red in Ye Xiuwen's arms. Jun Xiaomo's face was pale and his breath was weak. They couldn't help but think that something happened to Jun Xiaomo. Ye Xiuwen was the evil god. Are you going to come back and continue to avenge her? Almost everyone present had such an idea, and this idea made them seem to see the end of their lives.
"Bang!" After a muffled sound, a man whose appearance could not be seen clearly was thrown at Ye Xiuwen's feet. Immediately, an old man jumped to Ye Xiuwen's side. "Oh, this guy doesn't know what he ate to grow up. He's dead from weight. Pity my old bones." The old man rubbed his shoulders and said. He must have been carrying this human-shaped object all the way here.
Soon, the disciples of Qingfeng Sect recognized the clothes on the "humanoid object".
"Look! Well...it seems to be Senior Brother Zou." One of them shouted in surprise, and the others looked at the man on the ground.
"Looking at his clothes, he looks like Senior Brother Zou."
"Did Senior Brother Zou also be killed by this person?"
"It's so abominable, do you still take our Qingfeng Sect seriously?!"
Finally, everyone unanimously cast their angry gazes at Ye Xiuwen, who was looking at them calmly. However, when they met Ye Xiuwen's emotionless eyes, they couldn't help but shudder. , even the Qingfeng Sect disciple who just criticized Ye Xiuwen did not dare to speak anymore.
They simply couldn't afford to offend this evil god who even dared to kill Senior Brother Zou Zilong and Princess Linglong.
Ye Xiuwen glanced at everyone indifferently, and after a moment, he said: "The guy named Zou at my feet is not dead yet, but he is not far away. If you don't want to watch him die in front of you, If so, you'd better tell me how to remove the chain from my wife's wrist, otherwise, you'll just wait to collect his body."
Disciples of the Qingfeng Sect, you look at me and I look at you, and you can see some hesitation in each other's eyes.
Ye Xiuwen narrowed his eyes and added: "You'd better not make any trouble for me, otherwise, I don't mind carrying the lives of a few more Qingfeng Sect disciples."
Finally, after hesitating for a moment, a Qingfeng Sect disciple took the initiative and said cautiously: "Senior, it's not that we don't want to give you the key to the chain, but the only way to open the chain is Princess Linglong and Zou. Only Senior Brother and Senior Sister Zhuang know, we don’t know either.”
Princess Linglong has been killed, and Zou Zilong is also half-dead now. Even if he wakes her up, the other party may not be willing to tell him how to open the chain. For the current plan, the only way to find a third person is.
"Senior Sister Zhuang?" Ye Xiuwen frowned.
"Just... it's Senior Sister Zhuang Lenghui. Can we help you find her?" the Qingfeng Sect disciple asked boldly, his voice still trembling.
"Ask." Ye Xiuwen replied calmly. The Qingfeng Sect disciple breathed a sigh of relief, and had a faint hope in his heart that Zhuang Lenghui's arrival could change the current situation.
He did not use the transmission talisman, but directly sent an emergency message to Zhuang Lenghui. This kind of text message is generally used within the sect and is used in emergencies so that support can be obtained as quickly as possible.
Sure enough, not long after this Qingfeng Sect disciple sent a distress message, Zhuang Lenghui appeared. She hurried to the small courtyard with another group of Qingfeng Sect disciples.
She had also heard a little bit about Princess Linglong and Zou Zilong's arrest of Jun Xiaomo. For her, this was really not something worth paying attention to, so she quickly put it out of her mind. back.
What she didn't expect was that Yue Linglong and Zou Zilong actually got angry this time, offended the wrong people, and even lost their lives.
Zhuang Lenghui rushed here and saw the wounded, sick and disabled generals everywhere, and he roughly understood what happened.
Her eyes passed over everyone, and fell on Ye Xiuwen, who was standing in the center of the field. She raised her eyebrows in surprise - she didn't expect that this man who looked ordinary in clothes and didn't have much power behind him looked like one. This young man is actually so capable that he has injured all the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect like this. You must know that among the disciples lying on the ground, the average strength has reached the golden elixir stage or above, which is not so easy to deal with.
Zhuang Lenghui's own strength had only reached the late Golden Core stage, and there were faint signs of breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage recently. She roughly evaluated Ye Xiuwen's strength and believed that she was not a match for him yet.
Zhuang Lenghui is not a brainless fool. She knows how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages better than Yue Linglong and Zou Zilong. Therefore, even if Ye Xiuwen hurts so many Qingfeng Sect disciples, she still treats Ye Xiuwen politely. Xiuwen made a bow and said: "This master, I don't know what is wrong with our disciples of Qingfeng Sect, and I have offended you. As the daughter of the master of Fenglai Peak of Qingfeng Sect, I apologize to you in advance. .”
Zhuang Lenghui's status in Qingfeng Sect is even higher than Zou Zilong's, so her apology is also very weighty.
After meeting a sensible person, the coldness in Ye Xiuwen's eyes finally faded a lot.
"This is my wife. You disciples of the Qingfeng Sect captured her without asking any reason and locked her in a woodshed. You threatened to destroy all her cultivation and sell her to the mortal world. -Column- In the courtyard, as a husband, I couldn't get angry, so I gave some of you Qingfeng Sect some color to show you. Isn't this an exaggeration?" Ye Xiuwen explained lightly.
"Of course this is not too much. Our Qingfeng Sect's lax discipline of our disciples has made the master laugh." Zhuang Lenghui made another bow.
"That's good. My wife's wrists are still bound by your chain. I want to untie this chain. I heard that only you can do it. What do you think?"
"I'll help the master get it open," Zhuang Lenghui said calmly. She took out a small sign from the storage ring, dropped a drop of blood on it, and performed a hand trick. She only heard a "click" and the chain on Jun Xiaomo's wrist was opened with a clatter. fell to the ground.
Zhuang Lenghui waved, and the chain that fell at Ye Xiuwen's feet returned to her hand.
"In this case, I wonder if the master is satisfied?" Zhuang Lenghui put the chain into the storage ring and asked Ye Xiuwen with a faint smile.
"Okay, then this person will be returned to you." After Ye Xiuwen said that, he kicked Zou Zilong to Zhuang Lenghui's side, then turned around and flew out of the yard with Jun Xiaomo.
Because Ye Xiuwen used Feng Lingbu, Ye Xiuwen disappeared before the old naughty boy could react.
"This apprentice! I really have a wife and forget about the master. I'm so angry!" The old naughty boy said angrily, and followed Ye Xiuwen to fly out.
In the blink of an eye, these three people disappeared from the sight of Zhuang Lenghui and the others. The injured and disabled people left on the ground will prove what happened here.
"Senior Sister Zhuang, are we going to let them go like this?" One of the Qingfeng Sect disciples asked a little unwillingly.
This man killed Princess Linglong one after another, maimed senior brother Zou Zilong, and injured so many Qingfeng Sect disciples. It was obvious that Qingfeng Sect did not take them seriously. Should we let this man go like this? It’s so frustrating!
"What can we do if we don't let them go? Even your Senior Brother Zou has become like this. Do you think I can beat that man?" Zhuang Lenghui said with a sneer and glanced sideways at the disciple.
What Zhuang Lenghui said made sense, and the disciple remained silent.
"What about Senior Sister Zhuang and Senior Brother Zou?" A disciple behind Zhuang Lenghui glanced at Zou Zilong who was in miserable condition and couldn't help but ask Zhuang Lenghui.
Zhuang Lenghui slowly walked to Zou Zilong's side, stepped on his wound, and rubbed it several times with her foot.
It almost hurts to look at it! The disciples behind Zhuang Lenghui couldn't help but shed a few drops of cold sweat.
"Well..." Zou Zilong slowly woke up from the extreme pain. The moment he saw Zhuang Lenghui, he shuddered hard.
His master and Zhuang Lenghui's father were each other's rivals for the position of sect leader. Naturally, he and Zhuang Lenghui had never dealt with each other. Now, appearing in such an awkward posture in front of his opponent, Zou Zilong was simply ashamed and angry. die.
If there was a river beside him at this moment, he might rather jump into the river and die than fall into the hands of his opponent without any resistance like now.
He has always been very clear that Zhuang Lenghui's heart is colder than anyone else's, and the so-called "softness" will only be shown when necessary.
"You... what do you want?" Zou Zilong endured the pain and fear and asked Zhuang Lenghui with a glare.
"What do I want? Didn't you guess it?" Zhuang Lenghui chuckled and said without a smile in his eyes, "If you die, your master will be so angry that he will go crazy, right? I heard recently that he is Retreat? I wonder if after he heard the news of your death, he would accidentally go crazy while practicing, and be crippled like that."
"You! Are you going to kill me?!" Zou Zilong's eyes widened and he looked at Zhuang Lenghui in disbelief.
"Tsk, tsk, it's not me who killed you, but Jun Xiaomo's senior brother, Ye Xiuwen, the first disciple of Lintian Peak Master." Zhuang Lenghui raised the corners of her lips and said slowly, "You are because of being with someone else. He robbed a woman and was killed by others. This is a good enough reason, right?"
"I'm not dead now!" Zou Zilong said angrily.
"He's going to die soon, isn't he? Our Qingfeng Sect doesn't need a waste." Zhuang Lenghui said, her eyes falling on Zou Zilong's chest.
There was a big bloody hole in his Dantian, which was obviously caused by someone crushing the golden elixir.
"Zhuang Lenghui, how dare you?!"
"What am I afraid of? Anyway, I won't be the one who kills you, and it won't be me who your master wants to take revenge on."
Zhuang Lenghui's smile was cold and strange. She ordered another Qingfeng Sect disciple: "Ah Cheng, go over and send Brother Zou on his way."
"Huh? Me?!" the Qingfeng Sect disciple called "A Cheng" asked in disbelief.
"You are the only one here who is the Wind Spirit Root Warlock, and the only wound you have caused will least arouse suspicion. Go, go quickly." Zhuang Lenghui urged.
Ah Cheng was reluctant, but after meeting Zhuang Lenghui's cold gaze, he shuddered violently and walked over tremblingly.
"Senior Brother Zou, I'm sorry. It was Senior Sister Zhuang who gave the order. I hope you don't blame me..." Ah Cheng said with his hands clasped together, mumbling.
At Zhuang Lenghui's last urging, he closed his eyes, and with a cruel move, he released several wind blades towards Zou Zilong.
These wind blades cut through Zou Zilong's arteries in several places, and blood spattered out, scaring Ah Cheng and taking several steps back.
Zou Zilong made a sound of "ho... ho..." from his throat and stared at Zhuang Lenghui, as if he was a ghost and wanted to seek revenge on her.
There was a chilling smile on Zhuang Lenghui's lips, and she kept looking at Zou Zilong until he died.
"Remember, when the peak leader of Stone Blade Peak asks, he will say that he was killed by Ye Xiuwen." Zhuang Lenghui said calmly to the Qingfeng Sect disciples around her. Although she killed a fellow disciple, in her eyes No ripples.
"Yes, I will obey Senior Sister Zhuang's instructions." The Qingfeng Sect disciples present hurriedly knelt down to express their loyalty.
Zhuang Lenghui curled her lips and smiled.
She never likes to kill people with her own hands, but likes to kill people with borrowed knives, and this trick has always worked.
Ye Xiuwen, if you want to blame me, it’s because you still want to snatch the lotus seeds of the seven-color lotus from me, Zhuang Lenghui thought with a sneer, almost foreseeing the ending of the snipe and the clam fighting, and the fisherman getting the benefit.