Xiangqiu didn't notice the blind luthier.
To be more precise, he did not see the blind luthier.
Because the blind luthier is too inconspicuous.
It was also because the great priest standing in front of him at this time was too dazzling.
The facial lines of that great priest seemed to be carved out, and there was a frosty chill in the beautiful eyebrows and eyes.
"King of Ling Hai! What do you want to do?"
Xiangqiu's eyes swept across the strong state religion outside the courtyard, his eyes became extremely sharp, and the meaning of violence and bloodthirsty could be faintly seen in the depths.
The King of Linghai said with a blank expression: "Holy decree, no one is allowed to enter or leave this courtyard, and those who violate it will die."
Yes, no matter who wins or loses between Bai Di and Mrs. Mu, the young Demon Lord will not be touched.
This compound is indeed the safest place in Baidi City today.
But both the Xiang clan patriarch and the demon king forgot one thing.
There are still many strong human beings in Baidi City today.
No matter who wins or loses between Baidi and Mrs. Mu, they all want to kill this young demon king.
Xiangqiu still didn't understand this truth, and said in a deep voice, "You should be very clear that he is a guest of my Xiang clan."
The King of Ling Hai had an indifferent expression, showing no intention of stepping aside.
Xiangqiu shouted sharply: "Do you want to die!"
After saying this, he took his subordinates and killed them.
Then, he died.
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Xiangqiu is indeed the strongest of this generation of Xiang Clan, with very strong realm and even means.
Those subordinates are also elite masters of the Xiang clan.
But standing outside the courtyard is the King of Ling Hai, Taoist Si Yuan, Archbishop Yu Lin, and Hu Thirty-two.
In other words, he was facing half of the Li Palace, so how could he possibly win.
Of course, if his opponents were these state religion tycoons, he might not have lost so quickly, and even if he lost, he would not have died so quickly.
The problem is that the King of Ling Hai and others didn't make a move, and their attention was all in the courtyard.
Xiangqiu and the masters of the Xiang clan faced a group of idlers.
Those people were seven vendors, six yamen servants, three fortune tellers, two old people selling sesame candy and a little girl buying makeup.
Even though they knew that these people were from Wenshui City and should be experts of the Tang family, this kind of combination was still easy to be regarded as idlers.
More than a dozen berserk monster powers soared into the sky!
Crisp sounds resounded on the street. It wasn't the iron ring on the door being shaken by the strong wind, but copper coins falling from the hands of seven vendors to the ground.
The copper coins rolled on the ground, which coincided with the principles of heaven and earth, and formed a formation very naturally.
The two fortune tellers stood in the eyes of the formation and rolled their eyes as they watched the masters of the monster clan whistling through the air.
They are not contemptuous, but are calculating at high speed.
The six yamen servants stepped forward expressionlessly, and greeted them with a shake of their hands.
The six water and fire sticks separated life and death, poked their heads out of the clouds, and smashed everything in front of them into the nether world.
What's even more frightening is the iron chains on the six water and fire sticks, which seem to be able to bind the souls of all living beings.
The violent breath clashed, forming countless strange pictures and terrifying space turbulence on the street in front of the courtyard.
At this time, the two old sesame candy sellers took a step forward, lifted their front skirts and tucked them around their waists, and punched forward in a nonchalant manner.
The two fists carried infinite light, and scattered the wind blowing from the Red River, like two scorching suns, burning everything.
Then, a patch of peach blossoms, pear blossoms, or red or white makeup enveloped the field.
Finally, a bleak sound of the piano sounded, like a weeping wind and snow, like sending someone away.
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There was blood everywhere in front of the compound.
More than a dozen strong men from the Xiang family fell in their own blood.
Xiangqiu was the most seriously injured, his clothes were torn, and dozens of very thin cracks appeared on the demon body that was stronger than steel. Blood gushed out from those thin but straight cracks, and upon contact with the space, it immediately turned into a very strange and bright color, obviously poisoned.
Looking at these yamen servants and traders, his eyes were full of pain and shock.
He never thought that he would see so many terrifying exercises and methods in such a short period of time.
If he hadn't been dazzled by excessive blood loss, could it be... really the Burning Sun Art!
These masters of the Tang family were really terrifying, he and his subordinates were completely defeated before they could turn mad!
Xiangqiu's gaze finally fell on the blind luthier outside the crowd and the old piano in his arms.
The strings of the old qin looked so sharp, no matter how much the body was cut, there was not a trace of blood on it.
Looking at the old piano, Xiangqiu suddenly felt a little cold.
The piano sounded.
Only then did he know that even if there were no peddlers and servants, this blind luthier alone would be enough to kill everyone on his side.
Even if he and his subordinates go berserk in advance, they will not be able to escape the end of being killed.
Even if his father was present, he might not be the opponent of this blind luthier!
Strong regret appeared in Xiangqiu's eyes.
He didn't see the blind luthier just now, so he didn't notice that the blind luthier's shoulders were drooping slightly.
This posture looks a little tired, and it may also be for the convenience of holding the piano.
Humans who like to slump their shoulders tend to be truly remarkable people.
Such as Wang Po, such as Bie Yanghong, such as this blind luthier.
He asked with a trembling voice, "It's really strong... who are you?"
The blind luthier did not answer his question.
Perhaps someone will be willing to answer the question of the dying person as a show of generosity or grace.
But the blind luthier will not.
Many years ago, during the civil strife at the mountain gate, he was seriously injured by the suzerain's sneak attack, and he managed to save his life.
Since then, he has not known what tolerance is.
Many years ago, he avoided Su Li because he was recovering from his injuries, and then he lived like an old dog in Wenshui City for so many years.
After that, he was no longer qualified to say anything about demeanor.
Including coming to Baidi City this time at the invitation of Mrs. Tang, responsible for protecting Chen Changsheng's safety, in his opinion, it was just doing work.
He is just doing his own job, collecting some money and food, so as to provide for the elderly.
So he won't answer Xiangqiu's question.
He even once thought that he was no longer interested in anything.
But today seems to be a little different.
He looked at the compound, his eyes passed through the gate, and fell under the tree in the deepest place.
There was a figure under the tree.
His sea of consciousness has long been calm and almost frozen, but it is gradually melting at this time.
His consciousness had long been a dry creek, but at this moment, water gradually flowed in and began to slap the rocks on the shore.
Because his heart, which was as old as a tree, suddenly gave birth to a small flame, and then the fire gradually grew bigger.
The moment he saw that figure, he came alive, and even his mind began to stir.
With no wind, his clothes began to billow.
His face was getting more and more rosy.
His eyes are getting brighter.
He's gotten a lot younger.
He seemed to live another five hundred years.
But he didn't want those five hundred years.
If he can kill the other party today.