Chapter 677: Disciple Feng Xiu, greets Master! 【Add more】
“…”
It was dead silent.
Only Cheng Yuan recognized the old man. He said in a lost voice: "Master, Master!"
His master is still alive!
There is help!
Feng Xiu seemed to have just seen his own disciple, and was a little surprised: "A Yuan, you are here too."
Cheng Yuan: “…”
Why does he sound like a bystander?
"Xie Huanran." Feng Xiu turned his head, his expression indifferent, "The ancient martial arts world belongs to your Xie family? You are so arrogant."
Xie Huanran had just gotten up with great difficulty when he heard these words.
He looked at the old man in the bamboo hat with a horrified expression: "Feng Xiu?!"
Shouldn’t Feng Xiu be dead?
How could it appear at this time?
In fact, Feng Xiu had been worried all along, and only now did he breathe a sigh of relief, with sweat oozing from his palms.
The top of the snow-capped mountain where he was sleeping was a full eight hundred kilometers away from here.
Even if he increased his speed to the maximum, it would still take him several hours to reach his destination.
Feng Xiu was afraid that if he arrived a step later, irreversible consequences would occur.
Fortunately, no one has died so far.
Feng Xiu glanced at Xie Huanran calmly: "You'd better not think about moving."
He raised his hand and struck out through the air with his internal energy.
“Bang!”
Xie Huanran didn't even have time to react, as all the acupoints in his body were sealed and he was fixed in place.
Feng Xiu turned around and stepped forward.
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe only felt their scalps tingling and dared not move.
Others at the scene were even more afraid to speak.
Feng Xiu stood in front of Fu Yunshen, raised his hand, and injected a stream of pure internal energy into his body.
Fu Yunshen felt lighter.
This powerful internal energy was helping him heal his injuries.
But at the same time, the power he had previously burst out also disappeared.
Fu Yunshen moved his fingers and pressed his head, suppressing the broken images in his mind: "Yaoyao!"
Feng Xiu squatted down in front of Yue Fuyi again and began to treat Ying Zijin's injuries.
Looking at the girl's bloodless face, the muscles on his face twitched slightly, and for the first time, a sinister look appeared in his eyes.
What a great Xie Huanran!
So vicious!
Feng Xiu could naturally see that Ying Zijin's bone age was not even 20 years old, but his ancient martial arts skills had reached a terrifying 150 years.
A four-hundred-year-old immortal bullies a little girl.
That’s great!
After seeing Ying Zijin's breathing calm down, Feng Xiu stood up again and walked towards Xie Huanran step by step.
There was undisguised murderous intent in his eyes.
Xie Huanran felt extreme danger for the first time. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he was slapped in the face.
This slap caused him to vomit out pieces of liver.
Xie Huanran was shocked and horrified.
How come he is so much weaker than Feng Xiu when they are both top ancient martial artists? !
Feng Xiu said calmly: "Number one in the ancient martial arts world?"
“Bang!”
Another slap.
"Unify the ancient martial arts world?"
“Bang!”
The third slap.
"Destroy the entire ancient martial arts world?"
"You deserve it?"
“Pah, pah, pah—”
There was constant applause.
Feng Xiu didn't use any other ancient martial arts moves, he just simply slapped her.
Xie Huanran only felt unprecedented humiliation. He was filled with grief and indignation: "Feng Xiu, if you have the guts, why don't you kill me openly? What does this mean?!"
After all, he is a top ancient martial artist, how could he be bullied like this? !
Feng Xiu snorted slightly, holding the fishing rod, and threw Xie Huanran into the air.
Next, everyone watched Feng Xiu use the fishing rod to beat Xie Huanran over and over again.
Every time he was hit, Xie Huanran let out a scream, and the wounds on his body were so deep that the bones were visible.
Within a few minutes, he was covered in wounds.
The skin was torn and the blood was flowing.
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe looked at each other and took a breath.
They were both over 300 years old, and they knew that they had reached the end of their lives and did not have much time left.
Unless they can break through to the peak level of ancient warriors, their lifespan will be extended to five hundred years.
But they only now realized that even among the top ancient warriors, the gap is huge.
Even though Xie Huanran had already been promoted to the top ancient warrior, killing them was like killing ants.
In front of Feng Xiu, he was still unable to fight back.
Feng Xiu used this fishing rod to beat Xie Huanran unconscious.
“Shua——”
He threw Xie Huanran to Cheng Yuan and said coldly: "First, lock him up in the water dungeon and keep an eye on him."
Cheng Yuan quickly took it: "Yes, Master."
Feng Xiu turned his head again, his eyes fell on Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe, and said in a light voice: "You two are still alive."
Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe's legs went limp, and they were about to kneel down, their voices trembling with fear: "Senior Feng, Senior Feng Xiu, I, we..."
"It's none of your business, so I understand." Feng Xiu said nothing. "Anyway, the two of you only have five more years to live. Let's go."
Lin Wuliang, Haoyue and Qinghe ran away tumbling.
The Lin family and the Yue family were left looking at each other in shock.
If Lin Wuliang and Yue Qinghe died, the Lin family and the Yue family would be seriously damaged.
The ancient martial arts world will inevitably undergo tremendous changes.
"Why are you still staying here?" Feng Xiu put his hands behind his back and glanced, "Are you waiting for me to send you away?"
Except Yue Fuyi, no one else dared to stay any longer and they all ran away as fast as they could.
Fu Yunshen took Ying Zijin from Yue Fuyi's hands, picked her up and held her in his arms.
The broken images that had been suppressed before began to flash wildly again at this moment.
There are broken limbs and blood in the picture.
There were ruins and broken weapons.
His hands trembled slightly, and his voice became low: "Yaoyao..."
Fu Yunshen closed his eyes, hugged the girl tighter, and went to the General Office of the Hall of Justice.
**
The other side.
Imperial capital.
Shao Yun and the Great Elder were still waiting outside.
During the journey, Shao Yun had called the Scepter Knight Commander several times, but the Commander had not yet arrived.
Shao Yun was extremely anxious, and his heart felt like it was being burned on fire.
Just when he couldn't wait any longer, he heard a loud "bang" in his ears.
The door to the ancient martial arts world was actually opened from the inside.
Shao Yun raised his head suddenly.
The Great Elder's expression brightened, somewhat incredulous: "Yun Shen and the others succeeded!"
The door opened from the inside, proving that Xie Huanran was no longer in any danger.
The Great Elder was also aware of the original plan.
Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen planned to lead Xie Huanran to a deserted place and detonate the micro-nuclear bomb next to him.
So in this case, someone will inevitably sacrifice.
But he waited for so long and didn't hear the explosion of the nuclear bomb.
The Great Elder hurriedly took out his cell phone and saw the message Fu Yunshen sent him.
[Great Elder, the others can come back now. 】
The elder heaved a long sigh of relief, fell to the ground, and cried and laughed: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be alive!"
Shao Yun snatched the elder's phone, and after reading the message, his heart dropped.
At this moment, a sharp whistle sounded.
An aerial motorcycle came speeding from a distance and stopped in front of Yu Shaoyun.
On the aerial motorcycle was a blond and blue-eyed young man wearing silver armor.
Leader of the Knights of the Scepter!
"Head." The young man got off the motorcycle and took off his helmet. "Is it here?"
"Well, but the matter has been resolved." Shao Yun frowned, "You are too late."
"I'm sorry, patriarch. This place is too far from the exit of the city. I've hurried as fast as I can." The young man apologized. "Since the person you needed my protection for is safe now, I'll return this token to you."
He handed the dagger that the captain of the guard had given him when they were leaving the city back to Shao Yun.
Shao Yun pursed his lips and held the dagger in his hand.
Since this dagger has not been used, I might as well give it to Xiaoqi later.
Fu Yunshen went to the World City without any power, but this dagger could at least allow him to command the Knights of the Scepter once.
The young man nodded slightly: "If the head of the family has nothing else to do, I will go back to the city now."
All the major gates of the World City are controlled by the Sages' Court. The four knight commanders can come and go freely and return to the city at any time, unlike them who need to wait.
Shao Yun looked up: "Now?"
"Ah, yes." The young man smiled and said, "Originally, our Knights of the Scepter have been following the orders of the Pope, but recently, because Master Chariot has just returned, we have a lot of things to do."
"The Knights are short-handed and a bit overwhelmed, so I must hurry back. Lord Chariot has a bad temper, and we, his subordinates, must serve him well."
Shao Yun was very surprised: "Sage Chariot? Come back?"
The eighth of the twenty-two sages is The Chariot.
The young man said casually: "Well, I heard from His Holiness the Pope that Lord Chariot returned to the city from here. I don't know the details."
"I'm going back first. See you later, sir."
He nodded to Yu Shaoyun, put on his helmet again, climbed onto the aerial motorcycle, and flew away again.
This aerial motorcycle is as fast as an airplane and is very cool.
In the blink of an eye, he disappeared.
Shao Yun fell into deep thought.
Sage Chariot, how could it return to the city from here?
Logically speaking, the twenty-two sages have always been stationed in the World City and have never gone out.
The Great Elder narrowed his eyes and looked in the direction the young man left.
He stroked his beard and suddenly asked, "Well, where can I buy that thing under his seat?"
Yu Shaoyun: "..."
**
Ancient martial arts world.
During these seven days, Xie Huanran was imprisoned in the dark dungeon in the Hall of Justice and suffered torture.
His cultivation was sealed by Feng Xiu, and he was left with only a strand of internal energy that supported him and prevented him from dying.
Xie Huanran knew that without Feng Xiu's consent, he couldn't even commit suicide.
It was unknown how long it took before a ray of light appeared in the dungeon.
Xie Huanran looked up suddenly, but the hope in his eyes was crushed bit by bit when he saw the old man.
He hissed, "Feng Xiu!"
Feng Xiu still held the fishing rod and with a wave of his hand, he picked up Xie Huanran.
She was also considerate enough to change his clothes for him.
Although soon, the gushing blood dyed the clothes completely red.
"Feng Xiu, what are you doing!" Xie Huanran only felt an unprecedented fear, he shouted hysterically, "What on earth are you going to do!"
Feng Xiu used the fishing rod to hoist Xie Huanran up again and said calmly: "I'm afraid you might offend my master."
Before Xie Huanran could react, his eyes blurred.
In just over ten seconds, Feng Xiu had already brought Xie Huanran to the door of Ying Zijin's house.
He took a deep breath, his fingers trembling, and walked forward and knocked on the door.
The girl's cold voice was a little hoarse from just waking up: "I'm here."
Feng Xiu then pushed the door open and walked in.
The girl was leaning on the bed, looking at the sunshine and flowers outside the window.
"Feng Xiu! Kill me if you dare!" Xie Huanran was still yelling, "Why are you torturing me like this? Huh?!"
"What? This bitch killed my junior, so I will kill her. A life for a life, it's only right. Why are you trying to stop me?!"
What Xie Huanran could not tolerate the most was that he had practiced hard for so many years and even created his own martial arts, and finally became a top ancient martial artist.
But when Feng Xiu came out, he still lost.
In Feng Xiu's view, Xie Huanran was like a child who suddenly gained power, just a joke.
Feng Xiu raised his leg and kicked Xie Huanran to the side of Ying Zijin's bed.
Then the thunderous pressure came down, forcing Xie Huanran to kneel down in front of the girl.
“Crack, crack.”
There was a cracking sound, and Xie Huanran's spine was broken again, and his internal organs seemed to be crushed.
The severe pain made his eyes go dark and he felt dizzy.
“Ah——!!!” Xie Huanran let out a heart-wrenching scream, “Feng Xiu, you’re going to kill me, but why do you want me to kneel in front of her? Who the hell is she?!”
If Feng Xiu hadn't suddenly appeared, he would have killed Ying Zijin and Fu Yunshen long ago!
Feng Xiu lifted his clothes, and under Xie Huanran's gradually solidified gaze, he slowly knelt down in front of the girl: "Disciple Feng Xiu, today I bring Xie Huanran, a sinner in the ancient martial arts world, to pay homage to Master."
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