69novels Chapter 164
Chapter 164
"I'm your grandfather!"
Wen Jiutian's voice rang directly in Jia Cibei's head.
Jia Cibei was stunned. Just now, he was clearly surging with true energy.
But at this moment, he found that he was suppressed by a strong true energy.
"Buddhist methods." Wen Jiutian frowned, "It's a pity that it's not yet fully practiced."
"You..." Jia Cibei felt that his head was grabbed by someone.
What everyone saw was that Wen Jiutian pressed Jia Cibei's head, and in just a moment, he was pressed against the wall in the distance.
"Daosheng Wuliang Tianzun, my goodness, that's the free and easy heaven." Wang Yihang, holding a peach wood sword in the distance, swallowed his saliva, "No wonder the head master said that this guy is the opponent of his generation. Amitabha, Amitabha."
Wen Jiutian heard the movement here, turned his head, and smiled at Wang Yihang: "Do the girls in Baihualou smell good?"
"Smell good! Much more fragrant than the female pilgrims in Qingcheng Mountain." Wang Yihang scratched his head, "Are you going to kill that fake monk?"
Wang Yihang looked at Jia Cibei whose head was stuck in the wall and swallowed again.
Wen Jiutian looked at Wen Zhuliu, who was disheveled and covered in blood, and shouted at the head in his hand: "Do you think you should die? That's my uncle Zhuliu."
With a "bang", Wen Jiutian pulled Jia Cibei's head out and embedded it into the wall fiercely.
"Master, don't!" Wen Zhuliu knelt on the ground with a bitter smile on his face, "He is right, I am the one who should die."
"Uncle, why are you doing this?" Wen Jiutian frowned.
"Back then, when he was still a monk in the Western Buddhist Kingdom, he saved my life, but that year I went crazy because of practicing the Danhua Hand, and killed half of their temple, a total of fifty people." Wen Hujiu smiled sadly, "If it weren't for the old man's action, I would have died on the spot."
Jia Cibei, who was tightly held in Wen Jiutian's hand, used up his last bit of strength and cursed: "Wen Zhuliu, you evil thief will not have a good end!"
Wen Jiutian was slightly startled when he heard the words, and the strength in his hand unconsciously eased a little, and he murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect that he was actually a monk..."
He slowly turned his head and looked at Wen Zhuliu, raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, and said softly: "Uncle, what do you think? Do you want to take his life?" His words revealed his respect for this elder.
Wen Zhuliu immediately bowed and begged earnestly, "I hope the young master will spare this man's life."
Wen Jiutian was not a heartless person. Seeing Wen Zhuliu's plea, he could only smile helplessly and said, "Forget it." After that, he gently patted off the dust on his body and walked towards the carriage.
However, at this moment, something strange happened-
Wen Zhuliu suddenly raised his arm and used all his strength to hit his head hard.
The whole world seemed to tremble with that palm. This sudden scene shocked everyone present. Wang Yihang shouted: "Old senior, don't..."
Jia Cibei, with a swollen face, gently raised his head and looked at this scene. He laughed: "Yes, you should have died long ago..."
"Qingyang, are you going to draw your sword against me?" On the long street, the old man looked at the long sword in Luo Qingyang's hand.
"Master, I have been thinking about whether there will be a day when I will draw my sword against you. I think if that day comes, I will no longer be afraid of you." Luo Qingyang put one hand on the long sword, "At that time, I will dare to pursue what I like, even if it is just my wishful thinking."
Luo Qingyang's original name was Luo Li. His ancestor, Luo Ze, the general who left the country, came to Tianqi when he was nine years old. But his fate was unfortunate, his family fell into decline, and he was almost beaten to death by a rich businessman for a few steamed buns.
On the long street, he was rescued by the middle-aged Shadow Sect leader Yi Bu and accepted as his disciple.
He has always been the most outstanding genius of this generation of Shadow Sect.
Many years have passed, but it is still the same street.
It's just that one is already an outstanding young man, and the other is already a white-haired old man.
In these years, Master has really aged a lot. Although it has only been eight years, it seems like twenty years have passed for Master.
"Draw the sword." The old man shouted angrily.
Luo Qingyang's robe fluttered, and the long sword in his hand slammed heavily in the low air, and then he swung his long sword towards the sky: "Sorry! Master."
At that moment, the shadow guards lying on the ground all widened their eyes.
Although Luo Qingyang is the strongest of this generation of Shadow Sect, these junior brothers and sisters have never seen Luo Qingyang like this.
The sword energy surged in an instant. Although it was far away, they could feel the tearingFeeling.
Luo Qingyang did not restrain the sword energy, but let it fly. His eyes were red. He jumped up and caught the long sword in the sky. He looked down at the old man from a high place.
"I have seen that man use a sword in the Shadow Sect. The sword energy flew across the sky. Every blade of grass and every tree in the courtyard was moved by him. I envy him and I envy him, but I want to be like him." Luo Qingyang smiled slightly, "But I don't want to imitate him. His sword is like a soldier, but this is my sword, named Jiuge!"
The old man nodded: "Very good, you have entered the free and easy heaven, and your teacher should congratulate you. I don't have any gifts, so I will give you a sword."
Luo Qingyang raised the sword and slashed it down suddenly.
The sword energy was so strong that it seemed to submerge the whole street.
The old man's white hair was flying, and he raised the sword and drew a circle around him, blocking Luo Qingyang's Jiuge sword.
"It's OK, but it's far from enough." The old man shouted.
"Ah!" Luo Qingyang was not willing to be outdone, and his sword energy surged, almost breaking the old man's circle.
"Qingyang, you once promised me that you would protect the Shadow Sect." The old man said in a deep voice.
"Yes, but my junior sister should not be a sacrifice of the sect." Luo Qingyang waved his long sword.
"Xiao Baili, do you see it? Once a person carries too much, he will lose a lot of fun." Wen Jiuhu smiled, watching the master-disciple duel, and couldn't help sighing.
Lei Mengsha also came over: "Mr. Wen is right. I am homeless, but I have my family. I have Hanyi, Xinyue, and a son who will be born soon. I am not bound by the sect, so I am very happy."
"Lei Dazui, nonsense, you are heartless." Baili Dongjun smiled, "I think the world should not be like Luo Qingyang."
"Okay!" Wen Hujiu knocked Baili Dongjun's head with a wine pot, "You all step back."
Wen Hujiu stood in front of the two and crushed a wine pot. The wine in the pot was instantly split into two.
"Xiao Baili, look, this is the enhanced version of the blood line dragon of the Wen family, which was improved by your cousin." Wen Hujiu said proudly.
"Didn't you say that you are not a match for the five of them?"
"Xiaoyao Tianjing is also divided into strong and weak, and the current Wen family can do better than ordinary people..."
[Okay, eight chapters today, any opinions?]