It was just a kiss, I held Mo Qing's cheeks, and he tied my waist tightly. It was time to move on to the next step... But my eyes drooped, and I saw Luo lying on the ground, a dead man with a white face. Ming Xuan glanced again at the enemy who was slowly climbing up around him, gritted his teeth, and resisted the impulse in his heart.
No, these people who are in the way have not been finished, the Hall of No Evil has collapsed, and there is no place to do business.
I have traveled through mountains and rivers through untold hardships, and finally managed to find my body. These bastards are actually getting in my way now. I was very angry.
Mo Qing knew my heart. He loosened his arms a little and let go of me. I looked up at him, and saw that he also glanced at the group of guys next to him with cold eyes. I understand him, he is just like me, Think they are in the way.
I stood out from Mo Qing's arms.
They were fighting fiercely just now, and there was not a single scoundrel around, just right, I like this, cutting-edge dialogue, quiet and convenient, simple and quick, to save the chattering discussion below, which seems noisy.
I swept my eyes around them, Yuan Jie's old eyes stared at me, completely stupid, and the An Luo Guard next to him was no different from him. Those eyes stared straight at me.
He stared at me with such a pure expression, which made me feel that his vagueness was a little familiar... But I couldn't remember who he was, so I took another look at the successors of the Four Immortal Sects. Just like the disciples of Qianchen Pavilion before, they all stared at me as if they had seen a ghost, looked at each other and said nothing, as if whoever spoke first would be taken away by me first.
In the end, I didn't expect that, among so many people who knew me, I thought the one who should know me the most, was the first to call my name: "Lu Zhaoyao..."
I turned to look at Jiang Wu.
The little short hair was not clearly injured by Mo Qing's previous blow. He covered his chest, a mouthful of blood, and his facial features were extremely complicated. The eyes are full of stunned and confused, and the mouth is constantly muttering: "Lu Zhaoyao, Lu Zhaoyao, I remember it, so it is, so it is..."
remember what? What was it that turned out to be so
I'm very puzzled. My real body has nothing to do with this Jiang Wuli, right? He also became famous from this arena after my death. Besides, when I was still in Zhiyan's body, I went to Jiangcheng to burn paper. After hearing my name, he only said one sentence—
"I heard it's beautiful, and it's hard to tame."
I have heard this desperate sentence strangely, so it has been remembered to this day. Judging from his performance at the time, he should also be unfamiliar with me.
But now, when I saw my real body, I kept talking about it as it was.
No one else said a word, and he was the only one who was whispering like crazy, so after a while, not only me, but Mo Qing, Beishan Lord, and those in the immortal sect also looked at him.
But he stared straight at me, the confusion and stunned eyes gradually faded away, and gradually showed a bit of murderousness and inevitable... Possessiveness
"Lu Zhaoyao." He spat out my name, covered his chest and stood up, crooked the corners of his mouth and grinned, still so wild and presumptuous, but in that smile I vaguely sensed a slightly different danger from before. , "You will be in my bag."
What's in the bag
These four words make me feel particularly unhappy.
And before I expressed my dissatisfaction, Mo Qing's Wan Jun sword, carrying his breath, had already rolled out a wave of anger, and slapped Jiang Wu's knee, who had just stood up, and bent directly in front of me. Get down on one knee.
Jiang Wu put one hand on the knee that had not yet knelt down, and the whole person was restrained by Mo Qing's huge force, just like the last time he wanted to take Zhi Yan's body and I left, but Mo Qing rushed to stop me.
Mo Qing didn't kill him, but made him kneel down. First, he discounted his pride by seven points, cut him by five points, and let him speak with three points of humility.
But Jiang Wu was unwilling to be humble. Under the enormous pressure brought by Wan Jun Sword, even the bricks and stones under his feet were pressed down to the lower limit, inch by inch.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at him, "What's in the bag? No one has dared to say such a thing to me."
He was still laughing: "I just love being the first."
"You are the last one." Mo Qing's voice was cold, and he fell down. With the sword energy of Wan Jun Sword, the pressure in the air turned into thousands of blades, and Jiang Wu was chopped into pieces of mud.
The people of the Xian family couldn't see such a ruthless means, and when they turned their heads, they spit out a "wow".
However, I quietly watched those flesh and blood turn into flying ashes and dispersed with the wind. Jiang Wu's voice was still floating in the air: "Lu Zhaoyao, wait for me to come to you."
Hey, it's a puppet again, where is the real body of this little bastard hiding!
When I turned around, I saw Mo Qing looking at the distance where the flying ashes had dissipated, his face full of chills, and that stern aura made me a little stunned. When I came back to my senses, Mo Qing's murderous Wei Xiao's eyes touched me.
The eyes met, he restrained a little, and turned his head.
He said to the people who took over from the Four Immortal Sects: "If you want to retreat with your whole body, ask your disciples to hand over all your magic weapons, otherwise, you won't even get out of the Wanyu Sect, and you won't have a chance."
Pay the magic weapon...
Well, it doesn't seem to hurt people's lives, but in fact this trick is extremely insidious.
There are a lot of people from the Four Great Immortal Sects. When they came to attack my Wanlu Sect, they would definitely bring the elites of the sect, and the elites of the sect would naturally also bring first-class weapons and magic weapons.
Let them disarm and hand over the magic weapon, one is to ensure the safety of Wanlumen people when they withdraw. The second is a symbol of my Wanrumen repulsing the enemy. The third is the magic weapon of Xianmen. It may take ten or decades for the refiners to refine a fine product before it can be effective. The seizure of their weapons is tantamount to weakening the strength of Xianmen in a short period of time. At least in the next few years, there will be no more waves.
Then again…
We Wanlumen have received the weapons, and they can still sell them. If they want to buy back the original magic weapons, we can make a lot of money by charging a high price.
For these immortal gates to operate, they also have to pay for money. It is also reasonable to hurt their money and damage their strength. In short, just don't make them feel better.
Although this method is more euphemistic and gentler than my previous "closing the door to kill", it is much more sinister.
I can be considered a person who has died once. I know the rules of the ghost market. I still don’t want Mo Qing to carry those life debts. If he pays the magic weapon, he will pay the magic weapon, and let these people from the fairy sect go back in despair, and never again. Dare to provoke Wanlumen easily, the effect is the same without delay.
After listening to Mo Qing's words, the four successors of the Immortal Sect gritted their teeth, with dark hatred in their eyes.
Yo, looking at it like this, you are not even willing to hand in the magic weapon. Today's young people are really less sensible than they were back then.
I walked to Mo Qing's side, leaned in his arms, stood lazily, stared at them with a sneer: "If you think Li Chenlan's method is not right, then just follow my previous rules. That is, the result is the same anyway." I patted Mo Qing's chest, "What do you think?"
Mo Qing responded very cooperatively with one word: "Okay."
I crooked the corner of my mouth and smiled, very happy.
But those young people were very dissatisfied: "Lu Zhaoyao, you!"
"What about me?" I held my hands. "When you come to your door, be prepared to be bullied. Abandon the sword, or die, choose one."
Finally, there was one who was afraid of death, stood up, patted the hem of his clothes, threw the sword in his hand on the ground with a bang, and turned to go down the mountain. Seeing this, the other few people looked at each other in dismay, and finally stood up one after another, unwilling to do so, but reluctantly threw their swords away.
I turned my head and glanced at Yuan Jie: "Go, take the blame and make merit, escort them down the mountain for me, and hand over the swords and magic weapons of the immortal disciples down the mountain."
"Impossible..." Yuan Jie didn't seem to come out of the shock, he stared at me in shock, "Impossible, impossible, if the sect master is alive, it is impossible that he has not been seen for five years..."
"I did die." I replied, "Yuan Jie, when you were murdered by an enemy family and your family was ruined, when I accepted you into the Wanlumen, I made you swear that you will be absolutely loyal and will never betray you. "I squinted my eyes and stared at him, "If one day I die and I can't come back, will you treat Wanlumen like this? Let it be divided into two parts, combine with foreign enemies, humiliate the people, and resurrect mine. Enemy?"
I randomly kicked Luo Mingxuan, who had been sleeping on the ground, "Do you know how much effort I spent to make him like this? You know how much anger I have endured now to restrain myself and not kill. you?"
Yuan Jie crawled on the ground, with an old face and tears in his eyes: "The sect master... belongs to... subordinates think..."
"I know what you think. But no one can use anyone's name to hurt Wanlumen." I said, "After finishing this matter, you will go to the dungeon to think about it for ten years."
Yuan Jie kowtowed three times on the ground: "Subordinate, take orders..."
Yuan Jie was ordered, wounded, and turned to leave. My eyes fell on the last Captain Anluo.
He was the one who Mo Qing recruited, this matter should be handled by Mo Qing, I glanced at him and didn't speak, but he knelt on the ground and gave me a deep kowtow: "Sect Master, An Luowei Lin Ziyu, kowtow. doormaster."
what…
Lin Ziyu.
The name is so familiar.
Lin Ziyu... Lin Ziyou...
"Ah." I suddenly understood, "You are Ziyou's brother."
He raised his head in surprise: "Sect Master... Know Ziyou?"
After a long time, it turns out that we are all acquaintances. They are all acquaintances!