I want to plunder the heavens

Chapter 209

In an instant, the news of Xiaoping's death spread quickly.

"Go and tell the master!"

A group of people hurried to Zhu Zixian's bedroom, but they didn't find him at all.

"The master is not here, where did he go?"

The apprentices searched the entire Zhujian Hut, and Zhu Zixian seemed to have evaporated from the world.

In fact, not long after Yang Qing went down the mountain, Zhu Zixian also went down the mountain.

The Wushan Mountains have complex and tortuous terrain.

Except for a road that leads directly to Wushi Town, it is difficult to go anywhere else.

At this moment, Zhu Zixian was standing in a lush forest, smiling all over his face: "Good apprentice, I know you are here, so go back to the hut with the master!"

However, the only response to him was chirping insects.

"I'll give you one last chance as a teacher. Don't toast and refuse to drink, you'll be punished!" Zhu Zixian's voice obviously cooled down.

"The wave of swords surges!"

Suddenly, the Great Immortal Sword drew a graceful dance in the air.

The trees with a radius of several meters were blown loudly.

A strong figure appeared, it was the eldest disciple Yang Qing.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he ran away.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Speed!"

Zhu Zixian's figure stood in front of Yang Qing suddenly like lightning.

"Master, do you have anything else to say?"

"It's not a big deal. As a teacher, I feel that I'm getting old and I can't do what I want, so I want to hand over Zhu Jianlu to you to take care of it, and I want to hear your thoughts." Zhu Zixian coughed a few times while talking Voice.

Qin Xuan in the sword couldn't help but twitched when he saw it. He didn't expect Zhu Zixian to be a film king, and his acting was too realistic.

"Do you really want to give it to me?"

"Every sentence is true, dear apprentice, come to my teacher quickly, and I will bestow "Zhu's Sword Forging Technique" on you now."

As he said that, Zhu Zixian actually took out a sallow book.

Laozi believes in you ghost! "Yang Qing cursed angrily, and finally threw out the jade ball that looked like a fruit in his hand.

boom!
The place where Zhu Zixian was standing was suddenly blasted into a huge pit.

"Go to hell! Smelly old ghost!"

The terrifying lethality in front of him obviously satisfied Yang Qing.

The name of this jade ball is "Storm Ningguo", and it is said that even those in the Sun Profound Realm will die if they encounter it.

This is also Yang Qing's only life-saving trump card.

This morning, he realized that He Xiaoping did not simply leave.

Yang Qing actually knew that He Xiaoping went up to the mountain to learn from his master last night, but he just turned a blind eye.

After all, it is not the first time that He Xiaoping went up the mountain to steal a teacher.

In addition, how could he not have noticed the fight last night?
Coupled with Zhu Zixian's unexpected abnormality, Yang Qing felt that the whole incident must be related to him.

Sure enough, his words followed closely behind, which strengthened his judgment even more.

If he hadn't had the Baoning Fruit in his hand just now, he might have died on the spot.

Zhu Zixian was cautious in doing things, even though he didn't know what Baoningguo was, the aura emanating from it made him afraid.

He wanted to use the gimmick of inheriting the mantle to distract Yang Qing's attention.

But I never expected that this kid would suddenly do something like this.

It can be said to be planted in the gutter.

Just when Yang Qing was overjoyed, a distressed figure rushed out of the gray mist.

Without any explanation, those calloused hands directly grabbed Yang Qing's neck and lifted him into the air.

"Stinky boy, I almost killed the old man."

Zhu Zixian's eyes were bloodshot.

"Old ghost, you are so inhumane, you will definitely be punished by God and you will not have a good death..." Yang Qing saw that his struggle was futile and he kept cursing.

"Really? I'd like to see it."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Zixian raised the Great Immortal Sword, cut off Yang Qing's tongue, and slapped Yang Qing's abdomen with his palm, dispelling the condensed zhenqi in his body.

But still feeling a little uneasy, he shot and twisted his limbs.

At this time, Yang Qing was like a puddle of mud, curled up on the ground.

"You brat, you dare to curse me, today I will show you what true despair is!"

As he spoke, he picked up Yang Qing in one hand and walked towards Wushi Town with the Great Immortal Sword in the other.

After looking carefully, he found that one corner of the Great Immortal Sword in Zhu Zixian's hand was missing.

If the explosion just now had not been shielded by the Great Immortal Sword, I am afraid that I would really die here.

A low-level mortal weapon can actually withstand a power that even the Sun Profound Realm is afraid of, which is enough to show how extraordinary it is.

Now such a huge work has been damaged by Yang Qing.

The hatred in Zhu Zixian's heart can be imagined, and it may be difficult to vent the anger in his heart even if he cut him into pieces.

His speed was very fast, and he arrived at Wushi Town in less than half a stick of incense.

The population of the town is not large, so the conspicuousness has attracted the attention of many people.

"Isn't this Master Zhu?"

"How did he come here and be so embarrassed?"

"Damn ghost, don't say a few words, don't hurt the master!"

……

The onlookers were chattering and talking endlessly.

During the conversation, it can be seen that Zhu Zixian is still very respected in the local area.

After all, the pots and pans in their home are all made from Daxian brand utensils.

The effect is great, you don't need to wash the pot with your hands, and it's TM clean as soon as the water is flushed.

Yang Qing's face was full of disgust, wishing to slap each of these mediocre people.

But when he saw someone, his eyes shone with a strange look.

Struggling desperately in Zhu Zixian's hands, he opened and closed his mouth, but couldn't make the slightest sound.

A lot of blood scum flowed down the corner of his mouth, not to mention how miserable it was.

"Master...Xiaoping was found...he died in the room of the senior brother." It was the junior apprentice from Zhujian Cottage who came.

"Understood, I have taken down this thug as a teacher!" Zhu Zixian looked righteous.

"Everyone, this evil beast is my great disciple at Sword Making House."

"Last night, I killed my junior brother He Xiaoping and hid his body in the house. When I was absconding, I was found and captured by the old man."

"It was only later that I learned that even a dozen innocent members of He Xiaoping's family were tragically killed by him."

Having said that, Zhu Zixian wiped away the tears that came out of nowhere.

"Such a thug should be killed!"

"Yes! Kill, kill, otherwise what is the justice in the world?"

……

These words made everyone very excited.

"The ancients said: If the son does not teach, it is the fault of the father; if the teaching is not strict, the teacher is lazy."

"This evil beast made such a mistake today, I can't escape the punishment!"

"Only death can wash away my sins."

It's too late, it's too soon.

The broken great fairy sword had already reached Zhu Zixian's neck.

Even Qin Xuan in the sword couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

This move is really too slippery, it's unbearable!

"Master, no!"

The onlookers knelt down one after another, begging him to let him go.

Including the little apprentice who came to report, the slightest suspicion in his heart was washed away in an instant.

He didn't believe that the usually amiable elder brother was that kind of thug, but Zhu Zixian's performance was too vivid.

Childish and innocent, he was successfully led astray.

Facing Zhu Zixian, the respect shown in everyone's eyes made Yang Qing feel desperate.

He was facing the Qingyun Mountains to the east, his mouth was wide open as if he was shouting something, and big tears flowed down his cheeks.

laugh!
A black long sword with a silver edge sank into his body, and it was Zhu Zixian who struck.

The latter hugged him in his arms, put the corner of his mouth in his ear, and whispered: "Now we should know what is real despair?"

After speaking, Zhu Zixian burst into tears.

"It's all the master's fault. He didn't teach you how to be a man."

"As a good apprentice of the teacher, go all the way well..."

The long sword that fell into Yang Qing's body was pushed hard by Zhu Zixian...

(End of this chapter)