The Great Demon Lord of Martial Arts

A dazzling light shot straight towards Ji Chuan and others. Behind them, Wu Zhi and other Shaolin disciples who were in extremely miserable condition suddenly closed their eyes.

The dark prison made Wu Zhi and others unable to resist this kind of light.

Wu Zhi intuitively felt that he was being pushed away. After a long time, he opened his eyes and looked at Ji Chuan who was walking in front of him. His eyes were burning with anger and full of hatred.

"Look, isn't that a Shaolin disciple?"

Walking openly and honestly on the streets of the capital, no matter whether they are casual cultivators or sect disciples, they can see at a glance that the Shaolin disciples are being escorted by the royal guard Tiqi, and the direction is actually the Shaolin station.

Suddenly, there was an uproar!

"What is this for? Parading in the streets?" Someone asked in disbelief, with horror in their tone. This can be regarded as a provocation to Shaolin.

"That's the Shaolin headquarters. What are you doing?"

"Look, is the boy in front of him the youngest Qianhu Jichuan in Jinyiwei?" Suddenly, the sharp-eyed man said in shock.

"I have met him once. It is indeed Jin Yiwei Qianhu Jichuan." At this time, a disciple from the sect next to him gave the answer, making all the martial arts people take a breath.

Ji Chuan escorted the Shaolin disciples to the Shaolin station, and it seemed that the condition of these Shaolin disciples was not very good.

Is this a provocation?

He was arrested and put into Fusi Prison in Jinyiwei Town. If he could come out alive, incense would have been burned, and there might be a Shaolin monk among them.

"Quick, quick, let's go and see..."

There is no shortage of good people, so naturally they will not miss such a good show. Waves of people from the rivers and lakes slowly drag behind Ji Chuan, watching from a distance and not daring to get close.

After all, Ji Chuan had a reputation for being ruthless. In a short period of time, he killed countless sect disciples and casual cultivators without any scruples. He was simply a lunatic.

In the face of numerous sects' crusade, the Jinyiwei commander turned a blind eye and allowed Ji Chuan to do whatever he wanted.

In the capital, these sects did not dare to go too far, so they could only swallow their anger and secretly asked their disciples not to cause trouble in the capital.

Countless bloody lessons have taught these Jianghu people that Ji Chuan is not someone to be trifled with, and daring to cause trouble will lead to death unless you have the confidence of Shaolin and dare to bargain with Jin Yiwei.

Ask yourself, they don't have the strength, let alone the courage.

"Where are you going to take me?" Wu Zhi was being escorted and limping along. Seeing more and more people in the world gathering around him, he finally couldn't help but ask.

This is equivalent to parading in the streets, which can be said to be a loss of face!

It doesn't matter if he loses face, but Shaolin, as the supreme martial arts master and the leader of the world, must not lose face, nor can he lose it.

Ji Chuan's move, whether Chi Guoguo hit Shaolin Temple in the face, or whether he hit the right cheek and then the left cheek, made people in the world laugh at him.

Wu Zhi was right. Shaolin had always been aloof and nosy, but he had never been so humiliated.

It has made people in the world unhappy for a long time. This time, if you can watch Shaolin Temple's jokes, you will definitely not miss it.

Looking at the people pointing around, Wu Zhi's bruised and swollen face began to become gloomy and uglier. A pair of eyes full of anger stared at the surroundings, but it did not hinder those who were watching the show.

Ji Chuan glanced at Wu Zhi and smiled. It was obvious that this Shaolin disciple was not good at cultivating Qi and could not keep his face straight.

Ji Chuan didn't even look back and said calmly: "I said before that you are free, and of course I will send you back to the Shaolin station safe and sound.

If something happened in the middle, I would be guilty. "

"Then you don't have to show off and openly embarrass me, Shaolin. What's your intention?" Wu Zhi walked quickly behind Ji Chuan and said angrily in a low voice.

He could turn a blind eye to other things, but when it came to Shaolin's face issues, he couldn't turn a blind eye.

Ji Chuan sneered and said: "It would be great if I can let you go back, and you are still picky. Besides, if something happens to you on the way, and then you blame me, Jin Yiwei, I will be wronged for no reason, or will I be wronged for no reason? Ji will not rest until you are personally handed over to Master Jueming."

"you……"

Wu Zhi gritted his teeth and stared with eyes as if he wanted to eat Ji Chuan alive.

Ji Chuan made it clear that he did this deliberately to make Shaolin lose its prestige. Although he knew this, Wu Zhi was helpless.

Nowadays, everyone is a slave and I am a fish, so what can he do if he is a prisoner?

Thinking of this, Wu Zhi lowered his head and sighed deeply, regretting why he was so quick to fight with the disciple of the Xuanyin Sect.

In fact, this is not Wu Zhi's fault. He calculated mentally but not intentionally. No matter how careful he was, Ji Chuan could always find a place to frame him.

It's just that the Shaolin tree attracted the wind, which happened to be a stepping stone for Ji Chuan to establish his prestige.

The matter was a foregone conclusion. Wu Zhi and other Shaolin disciples endured the humiliation and followed Ji Chuan towards the Shaolin station. However, the matter spread more and more widely.

During this time, many people from all walks of life poured into the capital, and they took action upon hearing the news.

As a result, this street became increasingly crowded and even seriously blocked the road. Jinyiwei Liumen Yamen officials immediately dispatched to drive away these people without mercy.

To a warrior, this distance is not that far, but to Wu Zhi, it is like a hundred and eighty thousand miles, out of reach.

Finally, Ji Chuan suddenly stopped. There was a quiet courtyard in front of him. There was a monk standing outside the door. He looked at Ji Chuan with neither sadness nor joy.

Ji Chuan's spirit was so powerful that the hidden murderous intent in his eyes could not be hidden from him at all, so he couldn't help but sneer secretly.

In the capital, he only dared to show a trace of murderous intent. If he dared to take action, he would be punished immediately.

Any Yuanshen realm warrior is strictly prohibited from taking action in the capital, no matter what the reason is, UU Reading www.uukanshu. net Naturally, this rule does not apply to the imperial court.

This person is Master Jueming of Shaolin Temple.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder. The judges instantly became interested. Such a good show is not easy to come across.

The scene was on the verge of breaking out. Suddenly, Ji Chuan smiled, cupped his fists and saluted, "Ji Chuan, the Jin Yiwei, has met Master Jueming of Shaolin. I have been ordered to return the disciples of your temple. I have brought him here now."

After saying that, Ji Chuan took a step back, and the several imperial guards Tiqi beside him followed and dispersed, revealing Wu Zhi and several other Shaolin disciples who were in extremely miserable condition.

Jueming's breath suffocated, and then became rapid. Anger gradually appeared on his face. He clenched his iron fists tightly and looked at Ji Chuan with murderous intent.

"Uncle Master, Wu Zhi has embarrassed Shaolin."

At this moment, Wu Zhi bent his knees, and with a bang, he knelt down in front of Jueming, slightly crying, and his voice was mixed with regret and self-blame.

Several Shaolin disciples followed Wu Zhi and knelt down.

Jueming suddenly closed his eyes and turned his head to the sky. He knew that Shaolin had lost face this time. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and shouted at Wuzhi: "Stand up for me. I, Shaolin, am the recognized leader of the world. You guys We are all Shaolin disciples, how can we be so weak and so miserable after a little setback?"

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