Facing the gazes of Long Hu and others, Zhu Li acted as if he saw nothing.
After being stopped by Gai Songtao, there seemed to be a hint of confusion in his eyes for a moment.
If someone looked closely, they would find that after the daze, his innocent and ignorant eyes suddenly became sharper and clearer.
After being tempered by the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the Wuqi Tree immediately fed back the first wave of vitality essence to him; spiritual objects like tonics have the best effect when taken for the first time, and vitality essence is no exception.
Zhu Li's body absorbed this wave of life essence, and it immediately produced immediate results.
In just a short moment, his mind grew from that of a two or three-year-old child to that of a six or seven-year-old child, and his eyes were naturally much clearer.
The Wuqi Tree is indeed a divine object. Legend has it that the number of citizens of the Wuqi Kingdom has not changed from the beginning to the end, and the number of citizens has remained almost constant. This strange phenomenon has even puzzled many scholars in later generations.
The Wuqi Wood is a sacred tree unique to the Wuqi Country. Whenever the people of the country are about to die, as long as they hold the Wuqi Wood in their hands, incredible things will happen. Their aging lives will immediately be rejuvenated like a dead tree coming back to life in spring, and they will be able to continue to survive.
The Classic of Mountains and Seas collected the Wuqi Wood, refined it into its vitality essence, and fed it back to Zhu Li, allowing Zhu Li's mind to grow to that of a six or seven-year-old child in an instant.
Children aged six or seven are already somewhat familiar with the ways of the world and have their own way of identifying the gazes of outsiders.
Facing the gazes of these people from Longhu Palace, especially the last six, the way they looked at Zhu Li made him very uncomfortable.
"Are you Zhu Li, the great general Zhu Li from Huaihua?" Gai Songtao glared with his tiger eyes, stepped forward with a knife in his arms, looked at Zhu Li suspiciously, and asked directly.
But before Zhu Li could respond, countless ghost guards all around suddenly raised their sleeve crossbows and aimed at all the people in Longhu Group without saying a word.
These ghost guards were ordered to protect Zhu Li. They would regard anyone who might bring harm to Zhu Li as a threat.
Not only the ghost guards surrounding Zhu Li aimed their sleeve crossbows at Long Hu and the other eight men, but those ghost guards hiding in the dark, on the eaves and in corners, also made the same move at the same time.
Before Gai Songtao finished speaking, the eight people including Long Hu immediately felt an inexplicable crisis. The threat was like a thorn in their back and was almost everywhere.
Feeling all this, Li Tianfu frowned and thought to himself, as the overlord of the Northern Frontier, how could Zhu Li be a silly young man
When Wenlan and Yangguang first mentioned Zhu Li, they really thought that this young man was Zhu Li. Whether it was his age and appearance, or the array of guards around him, it all showed that this young man had a prominent status and must be an extraordinary person.
However, when they met each other's eyes and heard Wenlan and Yangguang chattering about the whole incident to their two senior sisters, Li Tianfu and others gradually became suspicious.
Once doubts arose, as Long Hu's eldest senior brother, Li Tianfu had to assess the situation.
There are definitely a lot of people guarding Zhu Li, both in the open and in the dark.
Once they attack Zhu Li, the other party will inevitably release crossbow arrows recklessly. Under the hail of arrows, Li Tianfu cannot guarantee that all of his eight brothers and sisters can escape unscathed.
In the case of being unsure of Zhu Li's true identity, it is hard to disobey the master's orders, but putting all the fellow brothers and sisters in danger is definitely not a wise move.
At this point, Li Tianfu had already decided to retire; but at this moment, Zhu Li suddenly raised his head, looked at Gai Songtao without giving in, and said in a sonorous voice: "So what, do you want to fight?"
A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger, but he probably doesn't know how to write the word "afraid" yet; although Gai Songtao is domineering and imposing, Zhu Li, who is only six or seven years old, will never allow himself to be scared by others.
The current situation is equivalent to a stubborn country boy who, in order to show his strength, does not allow himself to be intimidated by others.
But don't forget that Zhu Li's body is that of a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. What's more, he dared to contradict Gai Songtao, which made the fourth senior brother very unhappy.
Gai Songtao, with his tyrant sword, has traveled the world, experienced life and death several times, and suffered countless disasters. In today's Tang Dynasty, he has been able to brazenly make a name for himself as the Yunyin Tyrant Sword, which shows that he is definitely an extraordinary person.
However, such an extraordinary person was contradicted by a stupid boy in a small frontier town. How could he feel at ease
"Boy, be polite to your seniors. Although you have a lot of subordinates and they look intimidating, if a fight comes, I can kill a dozen wild boys like you with just one slap, believe it or not." Gai Songtao narrowed his eyes, looked at Zhu Li coldly, and lectured him in a slightly depressed tone.
"How outrageous." Facing Gai Songtao's scolding, Zhu Li had not yet responded, but Jing Ming on the side got angry.
With Zhu Li's previous attainments in martial arts, even in the entire Tang Dynasty, no one, not even a figure like the Five Immortals of the World, would dare to say that he could slap Zhu Li to death.
"Who are you to be so arrogant? If my husband had not suffered a serious injury, you would not even be worthy of carrying my husband's shoes." Jing Ming glared at Gai Songtao and retorted sharply.
Following the voice, Gai Songtao looked towards Jing Ming. In his pair of tiger eyes, there was a violent flame of rage that was constantly rising.
The feeling Jing Ming gave Gai Songtao was like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark night. Not only was he eerie and scary, but he also had a sense of viciousness and fearlessness. People like him were generally not good people.
Gai Songtao had no intention of provoking the other party, but that didn't mean he was afraid of the other party. Since the other party had come to him and was so rude, how could he not be angry.
He glared at Jing Ming in response and said coldly, "Who are you? Did you say that just now? Humph, I'm not even worthy of carrying shoes for this idiot, so why don't you come over and try to see if I, Gai Songtao, am worthy enough."
Upon hearing this, Jing Ming walked in front of Zhu Li without hesitation and blocked him behind him. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Gai Songtao in a tit-for-tat manner, saying coldly, "I really want to try it out. You idiot, how dare you scold my husband?"
Before Jing Ming finished his words, the situation between the two sides became more tense and on the verge of a storm.
Gai Songtao insulted Zhu Li. As Zhu Li's subject, Jing Ming could not sit idly by. He had to defeat the other party openly and get back face for Zhu Li.
Facing Jing Ming's disdain and rebuke, Gai Songtao looked at him coldly and said no more. A master never proves himself in verbal disputes. The most direct way is to show his true strength with his own hands.
The two men are bound to confront each other, and a knife and a sword will inevitably clash together.
The sword is the king of all weapons; the knife is the lord of all weapons.
Jing Ming used a sword, Gai Songtao used a knife, and the king and the tyrant fought each other. Before the swords sounded, the momentum was already booming.
Suddenly, the wind in the open space in front of Yi Ji BBQ Restaurant seemed to become even stronger; under the strong wind, the fallen leaves and dead branches on the ground rustled, and there seemed to be rubble that was shaking continuously.
Suddenly, Gai Songtao's tiger eyes focused and he shouted: "The sword is the weapon of the brave. Once the sword is out, there is no turning back and no regrets."
Before he could finish his words, everyone suddenly felt a silver light that could tear apart the sky and earth, suddenly shooting out.
The silver light was extremely bright, like the ray of light before dawn that separates heaven and earth, day and night. It was extremely dazzling, and wherever you looked, the sky and the earth were covered in silver white.
The moment the knife came out, it seemed that apart from that extremely bright silver light, everything between heaven and earth ceased to exist and time stood still.
The sword light was extremely bright and it was swung extremely fast, so fast that the blade, in the instant it left the scabbard, had already reached above Jing Ming's head.
The simple move of drawing the sword and slashing revealed the power, and Gai Songtao lived up to the name of the tyrant sword.
There is no doubt that Gai Songtao's swordsmanship has reached an extremely high level. Looking across the world, there are probably not many people who can be compared with him in swordsmanship.
But he is fast, and Jing Ming is not slow either.
Do you remember that in Fuping City, there was a strong man who cut his flesh to feed his mother. That man was none other than Jing Ming.
It is precisely because of this that Zhu Li has always trusted him. A filial person, even if he is a bad person, can never be that bad.
As soon as Zhu Li got the Seven Killing Sword, he gave it directly to Jing Ming.
Over the past four or five years, in order to repay Zhu Li's trust, Jing Ming has been practicing diligently. Now, he has already mastered the Seven Killing Sword to the pinnacle.
Almost at the moment when Gai Songtao drew his sword, Jing Ming also swung out his sword.
The sword came out like water, just like a pool of clear and vivid autumn water, the autumn water fell to the sky, and the water curtain was shining.
The dazzling knife light and the murderous aura of the long sword caused the surrounding temperature to suddenly drop by ten degrees.
The Seven Killing Sword is a killing sword. Once the sword is out, it will kill and will not return until it kills.
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The knife is like the aurora, the sword is like a startled wild goose, and when the sword and the sword collide, there is a crisp sound.
The turbulent air current had not yet had a chance to wreak havoc before the two of them were already running away in an instant.
The people watching the fight had their long hair flying and their clothes fluttering. Yang Zhengjian and Li Wenyi suddenly raised their hands and pressed on their veils to prevent them from being blown away by the sudden strong wind.
The wind is getting stronger and the shadows are becoming more and more complicated.
Amidst the hustle and bustle of figures, long swords were whistling and sharp swords were flying across the sky. The two figures were as fast as dragons and their swords were as swift as shuttles. Few of the onlookers could see their moves clearly.
“Dang, dang, dang…”
The dense collision sounds made people's ears numb.
The two men fought from the ground to the roof, and then from the roof to mid-air.
Song Tao is like a knife, Jing Ming is like a sword, the swords compete for brilliance, dragons fight tigers; not to mention how powerful their moves are, just the body skills and speed displayed by the two of them are beyond the reach of 99% of people.
Among the crowd of onlookers, only a limited number of people were able to concentrate and watch carefully, but among these few people, Zhu Li was one of them.
Although he is mentally handicapped, his eyesight is still there.
The severe injury to his chest caused him to forget many things, even the sword and spear techniques that Wu Dao taught him. However, the martial arts instincts formed through years of training in martial arts were still there, and his superior eyesight and the insights he had gained had long since become part of his talent.