Rebirth of the Urban Madman

Qin Xuan left, and he didn't even take the Xuanyuan Sword.

That was left by the Yellow Emperor to China, and Qin Xuan would not take it.

Who it ended up in the hands of had nothing to do with him.

Chen Zixiao's death seemed to have finally wiped out his regrets in his previous life.

No one in the world dared to fight him on this star.

The prosperous city was finally under his feet.

He walked and looked at the Jinling city in the distance.

Every step he took was very slow, and every step, his figure seemed to be taller, and his eyes were like the sky.

Since Chen Zixiao's death, his sea of ​​consciousness has been turned upside down.

The immortal heart emperor thought, like the mirror of the sun, the tiny cracks, a little bit of compensation, healing.

The hatred that once made him hate for eternity was finally avenged.

When Qin Xuan walked into Jinling, the sound of whistles sounded around him, and the sound of prosperity fell into his ears, which made him come back to his senses a little.

Many people were looking at him with strange faces.

He was dressed in gray clothes like ancient costumes, and his hair was as white as snow. Such an outfit was too rare in this era.

Even many people had taken out their mobile phones to take pictures.

Qin Xuan smiled faintly and did not stop him. He continued to walk quietly, walking through the street, through the crowd, and across the road.

He seemed to be walking in the world of mortals, and every step under his feet was in the world of mortals.

Every step he took was very slow and careful.

He walked through the world of mortals, leaving only the film.

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Jiuhua Mountain, after Qin Xuan left for a full quarter of an hour, the heroes and strong men did not dare to move.

They looked at each other, and more people's eyes fell on Chen Zixiao.

Now, Chen Zixiao was covered in blood, and the terrifying sword marks in his dantian continued to bleed, staining his clothes.

His body was trembling faintly, his eyes were dull, like a fool.

Dantian destroyed, meridians broken, Chen family destroyed...

Each of them was enough to make Chen Zixiao unacceptable, and now, he seemed to have become the most miserable person in the world.

He used to hold the kingship and run rampant in China, but now he is like a stray dog, covered with scars.

"That Qing Emperor should have gone far away, right?"

"Chen Zixiao is completely finished, Dantian and meridians are broken, and there is no hope for his life!"

"What a pity, but who can be blamed, who dared to be the enemy of that Qing Emperor?"

The heroes and strong men discussed aloud, among which Qingxu's pupils were faintly frightened.

He looked at Chen Zixiao. He came out of the mountain to see a big battle, but he never thought that this battle would be one person crushing withered withered and one person looking down on everything.

Chen Zixiao's strength was not even as good as his, and the sharpness of Xuanyuan Sword was enough to shock Kunlun.

But in front of that Green Emperor, the so-called Xuanyuan and Chen Zixiao seemed like the breeze in the mortal world.

Too scary!

Qingxu was full of fear, and he didn't know how many lingering fears were in his heart.

How ignorant of life and death was he in the past, and he actually tried to seek revenge on that Green Emperor?

Qingxu looked at Chen Zixiao, his thoughts were as tangled as a ball, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Qian Fugui couldn't help but remain silent. He always liked to laugh, but at this moment, he didn't smile at all.

"Is the kingship just a joke?" He finally laughed at himself. For his so-called inheritance of wealth, he stayed away from the world. In the past few years, he has been refining magic weapons one by one and spending time in those boring scriptures.

Qian Fugui regarded Qin Xuan as a friend, but didn't he have pride in his heart? Because he believed that he was qualified to be friends with Qin Xuan, but now...

The self-mockery on Qian Fugui's face became more and more intense. In the eyes of that Green Emperor, I am afraid that he is just a joke, right?

"Is the sky really only high in the eyes?" Qian Fugui reflected seriously for the first time.

Now, where did this Qing Emperor inherit from?

Where is above the sky?

Qian Fugui even felt a little anxious and wanted to find Qin Xuan to ask.

In the end, he did not move a step.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the heroes.

"Although Chen Zixiao is ruined, he is the heir of the kingship, has the kingship inheritance, and has the artifact Xuanyuan Sword!"

"If anyone can get Chen Zixiao, wouldn't it be possible to create another heir of the kingship?"

Someone murmured, the voice was not loud, but the whole world suddenly quieted down.

Yes!

Chen Zixiao holds the kingship, even if the other party is ruined, in their eyes, it is a rare treasure with the highest inheritance of China.

For a time, the eyes of the heroes were almost hot.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Chen Zixiao, and Chen Zixiao's face trembled.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the group of heroes.

Those who once feared him like a god and crawled at his feet, now actually regarded him as a roll of skills? The skills to inherit the king's power?

He wanted to laugh, curse, and cry, but his expression did not change at all.

His meridians were destroyed, and his tendons were damaged to a great extent. Even his facial expression wasIt was beyond his control.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out.

The heroes were furious. They had not noticed before. At some point, a slightly shorter figure appeared behind Chen Zixiao.

It was a girl, who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with deep hatred in her eyes.

Her hands were behind her back, and in her hand, there was only a fruit knife, the kind that can be seen everywhere, a few dollars a knife.

As the heroes shouted, the little girl's eyes burst out with ferocity like a tiger or wolf.

"Chen Zixiao, die!"

She shouted almost with a shrill voice, and in her tender voice, I don't know how much sorrow, grief, and deep hatred were contained.

"Stop him!"

The heroes shouted, and they took action, including the innate grandmaster, at a very fast speed.

Boom!

Suddenly, a big seal fell from the sky and landed in front of the heroes.

On the seal, there was a figure standing quietly, but it was as solid as the sky, which made the pupils of the heroes shrink suddenly.

"Qian Fugui!"

Some people shouted loudly. They never thought that this heir of Fugui would actually stop them.

Qian Fugui said nothing, but the heroes did not dare to move at all.

Some people shouted angrily, asking Qian Fugui to leave, saying that this matter had nothing to do with him.

Some people were anxious, but... accompanied by the sound of a knife entering flesh and blood, the heroes were all stunned.

Blood gushed out like a spring, and there was disgust, panic, and fear in the girl's eyes, but it was suppressed by the endless resentment.

Chen Zixiao's eyes swept across the girl's face full of resentment, his lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't make any sound. Finally, he raised the corner of his mouth, as if he was smiling.

No matter what Chen Zixiao did, he could not have imagined that he would not die at the hands of the Green Emperor, but at the hands of a girl who had never cultivated at all, and died at the hands of a fruit knife worth a few dollars that looked like scrap metal in his eyes.

Qian Fugui turned slightly, looked at the bloody girl, and asked, "What's your name?"

The girl looked up, like a deflated ball, suppressed her panic, turned her head and bowed to Qian Fugui, "My name is Ying Li'er!"

"Ying Li'er! Ying in Ying's?" Qian Fugui smiled lightly, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Chen Zixiao, "Okay!"

After the girl spoke, she didn't care about the heroes and Qian Fugui, but turned around and bowed again from the direction Qin Xuan left.

This bow was like bowing to heaven and earth!

Many of the heroes and powerful people have recognized the identity of the girl. Her surname is Ying, and she was the youngest daughter of Ying Yujiang, the former head of the Ying family in Kyoto.

For some reason, as they looked at the bloody girl, a sentence flashed through their minds.

You can survive if it is caused by heaven,

You cannot survive if it is caused by yourself!