I really want to be a cook

"Your opponent is me!"

On the other side, Xu You didn't watch as a spectator. Seeing Cheng Qianshan make a move, he didn't hesitate, his palm fluttered like a butterfly, and he saw a little bit of cold light flying out of his cuff, facing the fiery lion.

Bang! ! !

The cold lights are silver needles glowing with cold light. When they met the fire lion, dots of faint blue frost condensed on their bodies.

After all, Cheng Qianshan was not a master martial artist, this move had no retreat, and his internal energy could not be replenished, so the fire lion was suppressed by the small silver needles, and soon sparks exploded.

The silver needles also clanged to the ground, their appearance charcoal black.

"Xu You, you really don't care about nostalgia at all. Among the people she killed, there were also your apprentices, your friends!"

Cheng Qianshan said with a heartbroken heart.

He is usually the black-faced king of hell in front of many disciples, which is frightening, but he is also someone who really cares about these disciples.

Seeing his disciple suffering, how could he feel no pain in his heart.

But Xu You obviously didn't think so, he said with a strange smile:

"Isn't it even more important to die? Rather than being burdened by me as a master, it is better to die now. After arriving in the underworld, you can still wait for me."

"Cheng Qianshan, you were the one who harmed my parents back then, so die!"

Xu You and Cheng Qianshan fought each other.

Obviously, Cheng Qianshan's skills were superior, but due to the intensified accumulation of toxins in his body, Cheng Qianshan gradually showed signs of decline.

At this moment, Mo Qingshan finally opened his eyes.

"Stop it, Qianqian, I don't want to hurt you, you will die."

"But 20 years ago, I was already dead!"

Huang Qianqian took another life with his own hands, and his actions were ruthless and straightforward.

Buzz! ! !

All the swords in the audience resounded, no matter they were held in hands, hung from their waists, or dropped on the ground.

The sword is ringing, they are expressing their surrender to the king in the sword!

Mo Qingshan made another strike.

The sword light is clearer than the moonlight, it is really a beautiful sword.

Huang Qianqian frantically danced her hands, and she used a pair of daggers that were airtight, but she still couldn't block the sword.

Click click! ! !

The two poisoned daggers shattered to the ground, and Huang Qianqian was thrown into the air by the force. He turned around a few times in the air before landing hard.

Clang!

The silver-white mask on her face was smashed off, revealing half of her face covered with scars.

Half of her face was as white as jade and crystal clear as frost, while the other half was hideous and terrifying, like a twisted, flesh-colored centipede squeezing her face, which was disgusting to watch.

"No!"

Huang Qianqian screamed, picked up the mask in a hurry, put it on again, and then gradually calmed down.

"Qianqian, you? Why did this happen, who hurt you like this?!"

There was more pity and anger in Mo Qingshan's eyes.

Even if he did make a move, he didn't hurt Huang Qianqian, but made her lose her weapon and temporarily lost the strength to kill.

This control is truly terrifying.

"I don't need you to be pitiful, just kill if you want to."

Huang Qianqian looked at Mo Qingshan stubbornly.

At this moment, a cry came from a distance:

"Master!"

"Xu Wu!"

Mo Qingshan's eyes were fixed, and he saw a young man with an indifferent expression leading the way, running quickly with three young disciples.

It was Xu Wu, his closed disciple, as well as Da Niu from Wuyi Gang, Hu Feihua from Liuyunzong, and Zhang Tie from Wuhumen.

"Why are you here?"

"We were drinking when we suddenly heard a loud noise, and then a group of black-clothed killers rushed over.

After we dealt with them, we found that there were many such killers in the mountains. I was worried about the sect master and the others, so I came here with everyone to have a look. "

Zhang Tie from Wuhumen clasped his fists and saluted.

"Daniu, hurry up, help me up and protect me."

When Zhao Dahu saw the naive Daniel, he hurriedly called out as if he saw a savior.

"Master Zhao, where's the master of my family?"

"And my uncle and the others?"

Hu Feihua and Zhang Tie asked almost simultaneously.

Zhao Dahu's eyes darkened, and he looked at the two heads on the ground.

"Sect Master!"

"Uncle Master!"

"Xu Wu, why are you here? How are the other brothers doing now?"

When the celebration was held, Xu Wu and many disciples were the guests performing martial arts. After the performance, they did not participate in the banquet here, but held a small meeting by themselves.

Mo Qingshan also knew about this.

This was the reason why he was able to force the poison with peace of mind. The essence of the sect was not here. Even if all the disciples died on the scene, it was not unbearable.

Xu Wu approached Mo Qingshan, his expression was the same as usual, but suddenly his expression changed, and he shouted behind Mo Qingshan:

"Master, be careful!"

Mo Qingshan habitually wanted to protect Xu Wu behind him, and was about to turn around to look, when he felt a pain in his waist, and a biting cold breath rushed straight into his internal organs.

The stellar energy in his body was released, and the three feet around him became an absolute domain. Xu Wu seemed to be hit by a sledgehammer.

"Why even you?!"

Mo Qingshan's expression finally became painful. He saw a dagger that looked like a poisonous snake stuck in his waist.

Chapter 41 Bloody Night ([-])

Xu Wu, it should be Qiye, even if he is an eighth-rank warrior, it is difficult for him to resist the spontaneous defense of the stellar energy in Mo Qingshan's body.

There was blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, nose, eyes, and earlobes, and his face was horrifying.

Even if it wasn't for the Yeyulou killer training mode, which made his physique much stronger than ordinary people, it would be difficult for him to even stand up at this moment.

He half-kneeled on the ground, still with the same paralyzed face for thousands of years, as if he was not the one who was injured, looked at Mo Qingshan with a sad face, and said softly:

"I'm an undercover agent."

The tone is flat, as if eating and drinking are ordinary.

"So you really are, haha"

Mo Qingshan smiled wryly, and turned his gaze to Huang Qianqian who was beside him.

"Is this your revenge on me too?"

"Hahaha"

Huang Qianqian laughed wildly, her eyes twisted and resentful, every word she said seemed to come out of her teeth:

"How does it feel to be betrayed by the closest person?"

"But it's not enough for what you did to me back then!"

"The dagger made of the God of Breaking Gang, tempered with the yellow spring liquid that even the master can't resist, Mo Qingshan, how long can you hold on?"

The pain continued to intensify. As Huang Qianqian said, the poison of Huangquanye could not be stopped even by a grandmaster. Although Mo Qingshan was stronger than ordinary grandmasters, he was still within the range.

But at this moment Mo Qingshan has no fear, no anger, only a wry smile, but there is a little more relief in his expression.

He looked up to the sky and looked at the moon, and the moon was as bright as every year, but the people and things under the bright moon were no longer the same as before.

"If taking my life can dispel the hatred in your heart, then take it."

"But before that, these people hurt my Qingyun sect members and slaughtered my Qingyun guests, and their crimes should be punished!"

"punish!"

Whoohoo! ! !

The strong wind suddenly rolled up!

The lights flickered for a while, making the world pale.

A series of strong air currents are constantly gathering above Mo Qingshan's head, and the center of the air flow seems to have opened a mysterious door, ethereal, noble, and full of holiness.

This is Tianmen!

The Heavenly Gate that countless warriors dream of!

According to legend, the human body has a limit, and this limit means how fast a person can run, how high he can jump, how far he can walk, and how long he can live.

But the pursuit of martial arts lies in breaking the limit, breaking through the limit of heaven and man.

A martial arts ancestor discovered that there has always been a portal between man and heaven.

By opening the gate of heaven, one can break through one's own limits, make human beings interact with heaven and earth, replace destiny with human heart, and use the power of heaven and earth to reach the realm of calling wind and rain.

According to a more modern rhetoric, it is to unlock the genetic lock, obtain evolution, and become a super new human being.

The fact is also the same. Without any accidents, a master martial artist can live to 150 years old and still tear tigers and leopards alive, and eat a cow every day.

But the power of heaven and earth is too powerful, even the grandmaster of Tianmen can't borrow it casually. Once the gate of heaven is opened, it means that the grandmaster has entered the stage of fighting for his life.

"Sword come!"

As if a soft shout sounded from the bottom of people's hearts, the Tianmen above Mo Qingshan's head turned from illusion to solidity, and illusory and transparent sword aura shot out from the gate like a school of fish migrating.

In an instant, the entire banquet square was covered.

"don't want!!!"

"Ahhhh!!!"

On the square, the killers who had killed like chickens let out screams. They wanted to resist, but who could stop the storm of sword energy released by a master with his life.

It was a scene like the wrath of the sky.

God does not let you live, who can stop it?

No one can live!

When Jiang Ping went around three times before convincing himself to run, he saw this scene as soon as he saw it.

What the hell!

Apart from this sentence, Jiang Ping really couldn't think of other adjectives to describe this situation.

A house full of flowers and drunk three thousand guests, a sword of light chilling the nineteen continents?

Come to the west with a sword, flying immortals from outside the sky?

No way, just shit!

The power of Tianmen can only be described by this most simple and unpretentious word.

I am a man who has talked with great masters on the same level and talked with Wulin myths, so I can't be too surprised, don't, don't be afraid.

Jiang Ping hypnotized himself tremblingly.

But I'm just a fucking cook!

Jiang Ping hid behind the white stone railings of the square, quietly showing a vigilant eye, and finally heaved a sigh of relief after confirming that he was outside the edge of the Tianmen Grandmaster's domain.