The disciple killed someone, and the master came to clean up the mess.
This was Zhao Qingqing's first time taking action since she became his apprentice.
I just didn't expect the whole scene to be so tragic.
There were corpses all over the ground, blood everywhere, and strange-shaped bones and flesh stuck to every corner.
It seems that this restaurant is abandoned.
However, Xu Xianxian didn't take it seriously, she just felt a little sorry that she didn't finish the pastries she had just bought.
"Wait a minute, let me take a look."
She pulled out a treasure bag from her bosom, then fumbled around and pulled out a pile of gold ingots, about two or three hundred taels of gold, and threw them directly on the ground. Then she said lightly, "Consider these as compensation for the restaurant."
As for the people who were killed in the Wen family?
He simply came here to die, and there is no way he can be compensated.
"Stupid disciples, follow me."
Xu Xianxian swaggered away with her two little apprentices.
During the entire process, no one dared to stop it, and no one even spoke.
Aside from the muffled breathing of the crowd, there was no other sound. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Wen Ling and the surviving Wen family servants were practically stunned. The middle-aged servant was a death warrior trained by the Wen family since childhood. He was also one of the few innate masters in the family, specifically responsible for protecting the younger generation of the Wen family.
But even such a congenital master died on the spot just by being illuminated by the moonlight, and even the specific way of his death was unclear.
The Wen family is a prominent family in the state, so Wen Ling has naturally seen martial arts masters before. Because of his father, he has even seen many masters.
But he had never felt such terrifying power from any other master.
The flying sword that was suspended in the air and transformed into a waning moon brought him a fear that came from the instinct of life.
However, Master Liu, who was standing next to Wen Ling, came to his senses immediately after a brief panic.
His face was pale, and he murmured to himself: "Which martial saint has descended..."
Young Master Liu's background is much more noble than Wen Ling's, so he naturally wouldn't think that the horrific scene just now was caused by that yellow-haired girl.
It must have been the veiled woman in the red dress, whom the two little girls called "Master", who had acted in secret and killed most of the people here in just a moment.
However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not match the woman in the red dress with the image of a certain martial saint.
There are only a handful of Martial Saints in the world, all of whom hold high rank in the sacred places of martial arts, and are considered the leading figures in the martial arts world. Furthermore, female Martial Saints are extremely rare, and even if they possess the ability to maintain their youthful appearance, they would still be middle-aged women.
The woman in the red dress not far away had a slim figure, black hair, a sweet voice, and a very young appearance under her veil.
Could it be an old monster from some hidden sect?
So it is unknown to the world.
Young Master Liu looked at the back of the woman in the red dress and, as if possessed by a spirit, suppressed his inner fear. He took a few steps forward and called out to Xu Xianxian, who was leaving with her two disciples. "Sir, we are being rude this time. We haven't even heard of your name yet."
His mind was telling him that the other party was moody and murderous, and would definitely not care about his identity, so he should not speak up.
But an inexplicable impulse made him speak.
Just when Master Liu thought he was dead, the other party chuckled.
"Xu Xian, Taoist master of Kunlun Mountain in Xiling, the immortal of immortals."
A faint voice fell, and when Master Liu wanted to speak again, he saw that there was no figure in the distance, only gusts of fragrant wind remained.
"Xu Xian, this name seems familiar, but there doesn't seem to be any such person among the world's famous martial saints?" Young Master Liu's handsome face turned pale as he muttered to himself, "West Ridge Kunlun Mountain... Among the 100,000 mountains in West Ridge, is there such a famous mountain? Could it really be some unique sect..."
He was already certain in his heart that Xu Xian was a great figure in the realm of Martial Saint, and there was absolutely no need for him to deceive himself.
Wen Ling, who had finally recovered, was horrified when he heard Young Master Liu's words. He kept saying, "Your Highness Shiyu, the other party is actually a Martial Saint? It's over, it's over. If I offend the Martial Saint, my father will definitely kill me as a sacrifice."
He was so panicked at this time that he spoke without restraint and actually revealed Mr. Liu's true identity.
The royal family of Qinwu State is surnamed Liu, and the one who can be called His Highness is naturally the fifth prince of the current Qinwu State, Liu Shiyu.
Liu Shiyu didn't dwell on these details at this time, but instead sighed, "Since they didn't kill us at first, the chances of revenge are very low. But I never expected that I would run into a great master who was hiding in the city just by going out once."
If he stayed in the Imperial City, he might not be afraid of a Martial Saint. After all, the Imperial City was full of experts, and there were also several Heavenly Masters who were dedicated to suppressing the capital.
But in Loulan City, the emperor is far away and the strongest here are only a few masters of the heavenly realm.
Moreover, even the martial arts holy land of Xiliang Province could not easily send a martial arts saint to rescue him.
Besides, even if we could rescue him, it would be impossible at such a close distance.
Fortunately, the other party did not kill them all.
After escaping death, Liu Shiyu was also a little scared. He said, "Wen Ling, take me to see your father. A new Martial Saint has emerged in Xiliang Prefecture. This may change the entire world situation. This is a big deal."
There are less than ten martial arts saints still active in the Qinwu Kingdom, and each of them is a big figure who can suppress a certain extreme.
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