The silver-white thread seemed to fade away bit by bit after Shi Ruolan's injuries were fully recovered.
On top of the city wall, even Zong Shou himself was equally astonished. Last time when he used the Fantasy Heart Mirror to test Shi Ruolan, he had already noticed that there seemed to be something hidden in this little girl's soul sea.
The little bit of spiritual energy that was penetrated just now was also intended to trigger. But he never thought that he could accidentally attract such a powerful thing.
His heart became even colder, knowing that he was probably too optimistic about Shi Ruolan's situation these days.
Even though his body has such strong recovery power, it is still full of scars. It can be seen how much abuse this girl endured during the twenty-odd days that she was away. If it had been an ordinary person, she would have died long ago.
I was really stupid. I should have thought of Shi Ruolan's tribe, but in fact they didn't want to see her.
It's actually stupid. Throw this little girl back to the Snow Lion Clan and ignore her. She thought that in this way, she could take care of her close relationship with Zhi. But it didn't make sense that Shi Ruolan's so-called blood relative would treat her like this.
"This is the Snow Seal of the Wild Lion!"
An old voice suddenly sounded on the city wall. It made everyone's minds and hearts wake up slightly.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows and looked towards where the voice came from. I saw two old men walking tremblingly towards this side. The appearance of one of them is somewhat similar to Shifatian. Even though he is old, he is no less tall than Shifatian. The aura is majestic, the strength is unfathomable, and the status seems to be quite noble. The other person, dressed as a sacrifice, was the one who spoke. The divine light in his eyes skyrocketed, and he looked at Shi Ruolan with excitement.
Crazy Lion Snow Seal
Zong Shou was slightly startled, but then he didn't care much. I guessed in my mind that this snow mark was similar to my own star mark.
With a faint glance at the two old men, Zong Shou withdrew his gaze and said with a smile: "Ruolan, does it still hurt? Do you hate these guys? How about I help you kill them all?"
The two old men were both breathless. He looked at the young man with some panic. I felt that although the tone of this person just now was calm, it was extremely serious.
It seemed that with just one word from Shi Ruolan, the sect guard would wipe out their snow lion clan, but Shi Ruolan shook his head decisively: "Kill? Kill like those blood civets in the mountains before? Xueer doesn't want it." Xue'er is in pain, but it doesn't matter. Mom said before that Xue'er is too weak. As long as Xue'er becomes stronger in the future, my father and brother will treat Xue'er well. Also, big brother, what is the meaning of hatred? ?Are you angry?"
He finally spoke, but his tone was choppy, jerky, and incoherent. It seems that saying these words is extremely difficult.
Zong Shou heard that his teacher Ruolan was like this because he rarely talked to others. His gaze became increasingly cold and cold, like a knife, directed at everyone here.
Then he curled his lips helplessly. Although he had expected it, he was still unwilling to do so. He thought to himself, who is the mother of this little girl? This is a bit too weird.
With such a concept, it's no wonder that this little girl will always stick to these bastards. Even though he was completely deprived of military power in the future, he still did not betray, and was eventually buried with the Snow Lion clan.
"What about your mother?"
"Mother, brother, are you talking about mother? Mom, she is no longer here, just like those blood civets. She no longer knows how to speak, and she no longer accompanies Ruolan."
Looking at her hands again, Shi Ruolan's expression became increasingly gloomy: "Ruolan counts every day, and today it was exactly forty-seven times. From now on, Ruolan can hardly count anymore."
Chuxue and Yiren were already crying when they heard this, knowing that Shi Ruolan was talking about her mother, who had been dead for four hundred and seventy days.
Zong Shou suddenly had an enlightenment and understood Shi Ruolan's mentality. Maybe this girl doesn't really like these guys. It's just that I long for family affection too much.
A little guy who is bullied every day and ignored by no one, even if someone gives him a little warmth. This teacher Ruolan would probably hug him tightly, like a drowning person who would never let go until he was completely desperate. For some reason, Zong Shou only felt a throbbing pain in his chest. The violent thoughts that had subsided just now surged again.
There was a smile on his face, caressing Shi Ruolan's head.
"Ruolan, you really want your father and brother? Let's do this. They hate not wanting you. I want you! How about I be your brother's relative from now on? My brother likes you very much."
Shi Ruolan's eyes suddenly brightened, and she turned back to look at Zong Shou in surprise. But he was a little timid and scared, and he seemed to be unable to believe that the scene in front of him was real? Is there anyone in this world who would really like her
Zong Shou stopped talking and tore off the expensive fur worn by Hu Zhongyuan and wrapped Shi Ruolan's thin body tightly.
Then his gaze coldly glanced at the Shifatian, murderous intent flashed slightly, and then he suppressed it instantly: "I took this little guy away today. From now on, he will be my sister-in-law Zong Shou. She will come back in ten years." , inheriting the position of leader of the Snow Lion Clan."
Master Fukong frowned slightly: "The head of our clan, only the legitimate son of my master can inherit!"
The words have not yet fallen. Zong Shou's eyes once again glowed with red light. The whole figure suddenly disappeared, and as soon as the lightning exploded, it was already ten feet away, approaching the Master Kong.
The latter also reacted extremely quickly and did not feel timid because he had just been forced to retreat. After a muffled groan, the muscles in his entire body tensed up, and the silver hair behind him stood up like a hedgehog.
Two big hands, like iron pliers, grabbed Zong Shou's hands. After all, I didn’t dare to offend the Heavenly Demon King too much, but with this blow, I was confident that I could temporarily restrain Zong Shou! With a huge strength of nearly eight million kilograms, he also has the potential to gather hundreds of thousands of Snow Lion tribesmen here. It almost climbed straight to the sky, but the strong wind it brought caused the surrounding bluestones to be unable to bear it, and the lions and dragons cracked inch by inch! With these hands, even a real sixth-order dragon could be crushed in front of him!
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Zong Shou's arm was suddenly entangled with another thunder snake, and then thousands of purple thunder converged between the palms of his fingers. The speed of the punch increased several times in a moment, and it passed between his palms in an instant.
"Crazy Thunder Fist Intent?"
At this moment, Shi Fakong was extremely frightened. This Zong Shou has actually mastered the meaning of martial arts!
But there was no time for Xi'en to react, and he only felt a heavy blow on his waist.
It was like being hit in the chest by a giant hammer carrying tens of millions of kilograms of force. Those purple thunders poured into his body and exploded in all directions, spreading crazily. His limbs and thoughts were completely frozen.
The entire figure was also thrown into the air, with the waist almost broken and rolling continuously in the air. Just when he was about to land, Zong Shou's figure suddenly attacked him again. He stepped hard under his feet, slamming down Shi Fukong's head!
There was a loud roar, and countless smoke and dust billowed on the city wall. All the blue stones collapsed.
The old man who looked very similar to Shi Fatian was already a little anxious. Seeing this, he couldn't bear it any longer. He rushed forward and rushed toward the dense smoke. The speed of the figure's flash was not inferior to Zong Shou's before.
Zong Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and lightly wrapped the gun in his hand. But after a moment, the silence returned. Just because of his spiritual sense, he felt that Zong Shou had already drawn his sword in the thickest part of the smoke!
When the sword was swung, a huge purple thunder snake suddenly appeared, like a giant dragon, dancing in the air.
"Kang Ting, kill!"
When the thunder snake completely rushed down and exploded, the sharp sword energy inside was revealed, only then the tip of the iceberg was revealed.
The silver-haired old man's eyes narrowed, followed by a huge roar that shook the mountains and rivers. Both palms were also grasped out, and with each claw shadow, there seemed to be a giant snow-white lion appearing behind him.
It was actually a head-to-head confrontation with Zong Shou’s furious sword energy! Not at all inferior. There were only bursts of air explosions in the air, and the smoke became more and more raging. The strong wind was blowing, and the weaker Snow Lion tribesmen around them had already been blown away into the distance.
Zong Shou also commented slightly, this person's strength is probably only that of Na Yue Guanyun! This is the first time that he can block so many of his swords.
Immediately, there was another cold cry. If he didn't vent his anger today, he would not be able to calm down the overwhelming anger in his chest!
Zong Shou's sword suddenly changed again. It was still the dancing of thunder, but the core within it suddenly changed. Water and fire intertwined, entangled and swirled, and countless lightning lights entangled outside.
As expected, the silver-haired old man's true energy was suffocated. Unable to cope with it, the entire side of his shoulder was penetrated by the true energy of the water-fire spiral, and then a bloody hole was blasted out.
His complexion also became extremely pale in an instant. A pair of iron palms as hard as spiritual soldiers almost completely defeated them.
Just a moment later, there was another dull explosion in mid-air. The figure of the silver-haired old man suddenly retreated.
The whole person looked extremely embarrassed, with broken clothes and numerous wounds.
A pair of big hands with bulging muscles also trembled slightly.
Although he was not seriously injured, his eyes looking into the depths of the smoke were full of shock and fear. The figure was also frozen in place, and there was no movement. The last sword strike had clearly changed its sword intention! A brand-new martial arts idea that he had never seen before. It was similar to the legendary Bingyan Sword Intent!
And there is a vague feeling that this young man just now may not have used his full strength yet!
The strong wind from the clash of swords and palms was still raging. In a moment, the smoke and dust were gone. Completely blown away.
Zong Shou was also slightly startled again, and his estimate of the old man's strength increased by another level. Not just inferior to Yue Guanyun, but not inferior to Yue Guanyun.
After that, he didn't care. If it were before he advanced to the Huanyang Realm Spiritual Master, or he might have left the Qiantian Mountains. This person may bring some threats, but here, this person is only a little troublesome at best. (To be continued)