Wentian Sword and Huangquan Dao haven't arrived in Zhongzhou yet, Zhongzhou is already in complete chaos!
Ask Ji Chengzhi, the 339th generation grandson of Tianwu Sage, in Zhongzhou City: Do the descendants of Huangquan Sword Sage dare to fight me
As soon as this sentence came out, I was immediately shocked!
In an instant, hundreds of descendants of Huangquan Sword Sage appeared, scrambling to compete with the 339th generation great-grandson of Wentian Wusheng!
And hundreds of people stood up and cursed: Ji Chengzhi, who are you? I am the descendant of Wentian Wusheng! Here is the ancestral tablet as proof!
So so many "descendants of Wentian Wusheng" fought first, and first fought for a right and proper name...
And hundreds of "grandsons of the Underworld Swordsman" also turned against each other, fighting happily...
From all directions, the rivers and lakes rushing to Zhongzhou City are like crucian carp crossing the river, like the sand of the Ganges River, endless and endless. Many people even started fighting on the road.
The closer this situation is to Zhongzhou, the more intense it will be. As long as you meet on the road and the three sentences don't match, you know that the other party is also going to snatch the Wentian Sword and Huangquan Sword, so you immediately turn your eyes on each other, draw the sword out of its sheath, and make a big kill. After solving a few competitors...
This lively situation reminded Chu Yang of two words: go to the market!
Yes, it's the market, and it's a super big market! I bought it this time, the kind of market that I will never have the next chance to buy things in my life.
This is how Chu Yang and Gu Duxing came along the way—
"Oh also..."
"Ahhh..."
"I rely on..."
"There are so many people..."
"Hey..."
Along the way, the two of them walked over almost with a dumbfounded expression and a dumbfounded emotion, almost cramping all over their bodies.
When they arrived outside Zhongzhou City, the eyeballs of the two almost popped out of their sockets!
I saw a large black crowd outside the gate of Zhongzhou City, with swords, swords and swords, and some holding axes, holding three-pronged forks, holding sledgehammers, dancing with Emei stabs...
Naturally, there are also some empty-handed ones.
Outside the north city gate, there are thousands of people, and there are still people from afar, or groups of three, or teams of five, rushing like shooting stars to the moon.
"Open the door! Open the city gate!" Someone was yelling hoarsely, furiously: "Why don't you let us in?"
"That's it!" Thousands of people clamored together: "Why don't you let us go in?"
"Could it be that you want to swallow Wentian Sword and Huangquan Sword all by yourself?"
"Exactly! If you annoy me, you will rebel!"
The emotions of the people in the city became more and more intense.
In the midst of the commotion, there was a roar like a thunderbolt: "If you don't open the city gate, I will level this Zhongzhou City!" Following the shout, a figure flew up, jumped seven or eight feet, and was almost level with the top of the city. , exhaled in mid-air and said: "Your grandma's land! Open the city gate!"
Before finishing a sentence, he fell down. It fell to the ground with a puff.
Immediately, there was loud laughter outside the city gate, and hundreds of people shouted together: "If you don't open the city gate, this Zhongzhou City will be flattened!"...
Chu Yang looked cramped all over.
At this moment, the six tower-like big men on the periphery of the crowd suddenly turned around, walked towards the two of them in neat steps, and suddenly arrived in front of them: "You two, what are you doing? But you are also here to snatch Wentian Sword Land?"
"No, the two of us are scholars..." Chu Yang hurriedly apologized.
"Hmph, scholars don't have any good things!" The six big men glared at him angrily: "Be honest!"
"Yes, yes." Chu Yang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
The six big men left.
After a while, another group of questioners came, and after seven or eight waves of questioning, suddenly there was a commotion in front, and there was a ping-pong-pong fight.
"Bastard! You are allowed to come but we are not allowed to come? What is the reason for this?" Someone was indignant.
"Just don't! What's the matter? If you are sensible, retreat quickly. If you still want to ask Tianjian and Huangquandao, I will kill you!" A tyrannical voice.
"What's the matter, is it you who asked about the Heavenly Sword?" Someone next to him couldn't see it or hear it.
"What's the matter? Are you not convinced? Are you itchy?"
"Beat you little brother-in-law!"
"Go! Teach him a lesson!"
Immediately, the fight of three or five people expanded to a fight of dozens of people. And then-
"Fuck! Who hit me?"
"Damn it! Who issued the hidden weapon? Stand up!" Someone was so angry that he suffered a catastrophe: "Bastard! I hit my ass, ouch...it hurts me to death, shit..."
"superior!"
"superior!"
"Yellow Spring Knife belongs to Lao Tzu!"
"The Wentian Sword belongs to Grandpa!"
Hundreds of people fought together. Scolding, roaring, screaming, the sound of strong wind piercing the air, the sound of fluttering clothes, the sound of cursing mothers, cursing ancestors... Some people shouted loudly: "I am the 330th son of Xia Huangquan, the sage of Huangquan knife. Xia Bianliu, grandson of the eighth generation! Let me in!"
As soon as this guy yelled, dozens of people rushed up and beat him to death: "Fuck you grandma! Let you fuck! Let you fuck... You are Xia Huangquan's grandson... You are my grandson! You pay three hundred Thirty-eight generations... I think you are a thirty-eighth!"
For a while, there were laughter, cursing, punching and kicking at the North City Gate...
Some people laughed, some wailed, some screamed loudly, some screamed loudly...
For a while, why is it so lively
And this is just the north city gate, the other three city gates are also in such a mess, even... even more chaotic than this side...
"Woo..." A resonant horn sounded from the top of the city, and then someone shouted: "Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"
The gangsters under the city wall gradually stopped one after another.
On the top of the city, an old man in his 40s or 50s was dressed in brocade clothes, standing proudly with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, as if he was about to ride the wind to go home, he looked like a master.
"Everyone! Regarding the matter of Wentian Sword and Huangquan Dao, the Fifth Prime Minister has verified it in detail! The following conclusions have been drawn..." The old man in Jinyi glanced around, and seeing that everyone below was looking up at him, he couldn't help showing a smile Meaning: "Eight thousand years ago, there was no such thing as a Wutian Wusheng, and there was no such thing as an Underworld Swordsman!"
"In other words... this matter is purely a conspiracy! It is purely non-existent... it is purely the conspiracy of King Chu Yan..." the old man in Jinyi shouted loudly.
"Fart your mother!" Before he finished speaking, hundreds of people shouted and cursed at the same time: "Fuck your grandma! What kind of fart are you, you bastard? Conspiracy! Your whole family is full of pubic hair!"
"If you say you don't have it, you don't have it? How old are you?"
"You bastard! Wu Wuqingrou said there is no one, so there is no one? Could it be that this old bastard came back from eight thousand years ago?" Someone yelled loudly.
"After my detailed investigation and verification, I can prove that eight thousand years ago, Wentian Martial Sage did exist! The Underworld Sword Sage did indeed exist!" Someone shouted loudly: "This matter is beyond doubt!"
"This matter is too simple. Wu Wuqingrou wants to monopolize Wentian Sword and Huangquan Dao... Wu Wuqingrou, do you think all the heroes in the world are fools?" Chu Yang squatted in the crowd, holding his nose and shouting a voice.
This voice is more powerful!
The people below were already extremely emotional, like a bomb that was brewing, Chu Yang's voice was completely ignited, and then it exploded!
"****'s Fifth Qingrou... open the city gate quickly!"
"Despicable and shameless Fifth Qingrou! Dirty and dirty Fifth Qingrou!"
"Bastard Wu Wuqingrou, you, a cuckold for generations, got out of nowhere, and you want to swallow Wentian Sword and Huangquandao all by yourself..."
"Come on! Kill!"
"Rush in... oh oh..."
"Rush in, Wentian Sword is inside..."
"Yes! Wentianjian and Huangquandao must be in Zhongzhou City right now! Otherwise, why didn't Wuwuqingrou let us in?" Chu Yang pinched his nose and roared angrily, "Maybe, Wentianjian and Huangquan are now The knife has fallen into Wu Wuqingrou's hands, and Wu Wuqingrou won't let us in because, it's because he is cracking the seal of the Martial Saint!"
This sentence immediately awakened everyone like a dream!
"Yes! That's for sure!"
"You bastard Fifth Qingrou...I'll spoil your ancestor..." Chu Yuzuo cursed loudly.
"The bastard's Fifth Qingrou... I'll fuck your ancestors for eighteen generations..." Thousands of people responded to the cursing at the same time, and everyone felt that these words really spoke to their own hearts, and the scolding made them feel free...
"Rush in..."
"Break down the city gate! Break down the city gate!" Gu Duxing shouted from behind, pinching his nose; the face of the coffin was flushed with excitement.
"That's right, break down the city gate!" Thousands of people rushed forward.
"Aw... aw... aw..."
"Silence!" On the city wall, the voice of the old man changed: "Whoever dares to disobey orders will be punished as treason! The whole family will be executed and the nine clans will be exterminated..."
"Grandma of the Nine Clans! I'm just a single bastard! If Wu Qingrou has the ability to kill Lao Tzu and the Nine Clans, go wherever you want!"
"That's right! I'm also a bachelor, and the whole family copied it? You copied your mother's head..."
To be honest, there are not many of these Jiang Hu men with family members, and all of them are outlaws, so why would they care about exterminating the nine clans
"How dare you threaten us, this bastard Wu Qingrou!" Chu Yanwang shouted in the crowd with his head hidden and his back exposed: "Could it be that we gangsters can be frightened by this dog official?"
"Aw... Aw... Aw..." Suddenly, the crowd's emotions became more intense.
Forty or fifty people have already rushed under the city wall, their swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks greeted the city gate at the same time...
Ding…
Boom...
boom…
when…
All kinds of weird sounds of hitting the city gate sounded like a storm, and it didn't take long for a good city gate to become potholed...
It has to be said that the power of the masses is enormous.
On the city wall, the soldiers unsheathed their swords and fired their arrows, but the commander hesitated and dared not give this order. He knows that if an arrow is shot... I am afraid that today's civil uprising will definitely not be suppressed.
But... Even if you don't shoot the arrows, as long as you don't open the city gate, since these men's tempers surge up, they can't be suppressed...
"The Prime Minister has an order! Open the city gate!" Seeing that the conflict was inevitable, an order suddenly came out.