The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

"He is the master of Confucianism, Zhu Tianqi!"

Shangguan Yan's tone was low.

Chen Xuan's heart trembled.

The teacher of Zhu Fengwu and Fang Buhui?

"Catching God, will they violate the rules of the rivers and lakes and attack me regardless of their own strength?"

Chen Xuan said.

"That's not true. The longer the faction, the more important it is to 'energy', and they will never touch it. Moreover, their own cultivation is also suppressed by the island, and they cannot use their true energy."

Shangguan Yan shook his head again and again.

"That's good."

Chen Xuan heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, cupped his hands and said, "Senior, you've praised me absurdly, and I'm just a mere scumbag. Don't dare to take it seriously."

"Did Chen Shaoxia ever meet my disciples Zhu Fengwu and Fang Buhui?"

Zhu Tianqi laughed.

Chen Xuan apologized, and said: "Heaven is jealous of talents, several brothers from your school have already left Hexi, but seniors, please rest assured, when they left, they were very peaceful, without a trace of pain."

Zhu Tianqi's face froze slightly, he squeezed out a smile, and said, "Okay, what an exorcist."

He chuckled, with a murderous look in his eyes, and began to look for the disciples of his own sect among the corpses.

Zhu Fengwu and Fang Buhui are both extremely outstanding talents of their Confucian generation. Both martial arts and principles have been taught by the Confucian sect. Unexpectedly, they both died after only going down to the mountainous area for more than a year. This enmity is completely settled up.

"Brother Chen, have you seen Ruan Yulang and Ruan Yutian from Bishui Villa?"

An old man asked with a smile.

"Old predecessors, please be sad and resigned."

Chen Xuan straightened his face and bowed.

The old man's face was trembling, his eyes were full of murderous intent, suddenly he laughed strangely, and said: "Little brother also killed them?"

"Killers, people will always kill them, and the younger generation is just self-defense."

Chen Xuan replied.

"Okay, well said, hahaha..."

The old man laughed desolately, and began to search for his disciple among the corpses.

A middle-aged beautiful woman searched everywhere among the piles of corpses, but she still couldn't find her family member, she couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief, it seems that Murong Tian of their Murong family should have escaped.

After all, their Murong family's unique skills are still better.

Thinking of this, she suddenly looked at Chen Xuan coldly, and said: "Brother Chen, people are doing it, and the sky is watching. You have done a lot of evil and slaughtered countless fellows in the rivers and lakes. Are you not afraid that when you step into the Kaixuan Realm in the future, you will be killed by countless people?" Is the master blocking the door? Or, do you want to stay in the rivers and lakes for the rest of your life?"

Chen Xuan's expression changed slightly.

This makes sense.

He slaughtered recklessly in the arena. The masters of the Mystery Opening Realm dared not touch him because they had too many scruples, but if he also entered the Mysterious Opening, then there would be nothing to worry about. There would definitely be countless masters of the Mysterious Opening Realm hanging around Hunt him down, and even secret stash characters may show up...

Chen Xuan felt dizzy for a while, looked at the middle-aged beautiful woman, and asked, "Who is this senior?"

"She is Murong Di from the Murong clan, and Murong Tian, ​​the tenth in the list of 'Hundred Step Flying Swords', is her nephew."

Shangguan Yan said in a low voice.

"I see."

Chen Xuan nodded lightly, suddenly expressed regret, and said: "Murong Shaoxia has so much skill that even I am deeply impressed by it. If there were no previous incidents, I might not be able to become friends with him, but it's a pity, a pity."

The middle-aged beautiful woman frowned, and said sharply, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that Brother Murong's talent is too strong, and he suffered from the jealousy of heaven, so he died young."

Chen Xuan sighed.

Murong Di was so angry that he was half dead, he gritted his teeth and said, "You killed him too."

Chen Xuan shook his head lightly, and said, "It's dead anyway, you can find it yourself."

Murong Di almost vomited blood and almost lost her energy. She glanced at Chen Xuan bitterly, and immediately searched in the crowd.

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness, Chen Shaoxia, I don't know if my Shaolin disciple is really perfect, but you can see it?"

A middle-aged monk with a thin body and dark yellow skin raised his left palm and asked.

Chen Xuan immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Congratulations, Master Zhenyuan has achieved the fruit of cultivation, and went to the Western Paradise to meet my Buddha Tathagata. Master should be happy for him."

The middle-aged monk's eyelids twitched, and he trembled with anger. He looked at Chen Xuan with hatred in his eyes, and laughed angrily: "Chen Shaoxia is so devilish that he can kill endlessly. From now on, even I, the Buddha Tathagata, will definitely not be able to save Chen Shaoxia."

"With Master Lao's guidance, I will definitely think about my mistakes behind closed doors when I go back next time."

Chen Xuan clasped his hands together and said reverently.

"you…"

The middle-aged monk felt tight in his chest, shook his sleeves vigorously, and began to search for Zhenyuan's corpse in the crowd.

The corner of Shangguan Yan's mouth twitched as he looked at Chen Xuan.

He figured it out, this Chen Xuan completely offended these people...

They have already left them with the heaviest psychological wound, yet they still want to sprinkle another handful of salt on it...

"Chen Shaoxia, did my nephew Fang Wudao also die at your hands?"

A middle-aged man gritted his teeth and laughed angrily.

"Senior is from Haoyue Villa?"

Chen Xuan glanced over and sighed softly: "It's really God's mercy, Fang Shaoxia was shocked to death by my palm before, but seniors, please rest assured, Fang Shaoxia, like the Confucian disciples, did not suffer any pain before he died, and he walked very peacefully !"

The middle-aged man laughed long and loudly, with a shrill voice like a ghost like an owl, and said: "My son, my nephew, my niece, and my apprentice all died at your hands. You are the best hand, the last hand, the old man is in Kaixuan The realm is waiting for you, you have to step on it as soon as possible!"

His mournful voice echoed across the world, searching for Fang Wudao among the corpses.

"Chen Xuan, you... You should say something nice, even if you lie... You are so outspoken, you are destined to offend them completely..."