Longevity starts from Yitian

Chapter 129 Killing Wu Shizhen

Everyone present was dumbfounded, the entire Qingshi Square could hear a needle drop, and it was silent.

Ji Qinglin quickly closed his eyes, and repeatedly imagined in his mind the image of flicking a sword, triggering thousands of red blood swords, reminiscing about the aftertaste of the old sword god's flicking a sword just now.

The first grade of martial arts has four levels, King Kong, Zhixuan, Celestial Phenomenon, and Land Immortal.

A flick of mystery means mystery.

Seeing that the "Shenxiao Sword Formation" of Qingyang Palace Town Palace was smashed by the old man in sheepskin fur with a flick of his sword, none of the Taoist priests in Qingyang Palace dared to take a step forward, and they couldn't help but retreat.

Damn, I met a fairy this time!

He used to look up to the God of Swords, and imitated him in green shirts and swords to walk the rivers and lakes. Now the old Taoist priest Wei Shuyang, who repairs nine buckets of rice, seems to have tears in his eyes, "I'm back, I'm back."

Lao Huang laughed foolishly, speaking with a mouth missing two front teeth would inevitably leak the air, "Good sword, good sword."

After being rescued, Lu Qiantang, Shu Yu, and Yang Qingfeng stood still, still not recovering from the shock just now.

Especially Lu Qiantang, who has studied kendo for more than [-] years, felt that the flick of the sword by the old man in sheepskin fur was even more magnificent than the "magnificent world first" tide on the [-]th August of the Guangling River in the hometown of the Southern Tang Dynasty!

I built a thatched hut near the Haiyan Pavilion on the Guangling River, which is the most suitable place to appreciate the "Sound of Thousands of Soldiers at Midnight Tide". Watching the tide and practicing swords for many years, the domineering sword intent tempered by the old man in sheepskin fur is not worth mentioning in front of this old man in sheepskin fur.

A drop in the vast ocean, sent mayflies in the world.

The gangsters in the forest who went up the mountain with Ji Qinglin were secretly afraid, thinking: "Fortunately, this old man didn't come for us..."

Shu Hui was about to go forward to thank the old man in sheepskin fur for saving his life, when this sloppy old man slapped lightning on the exaggerated half-petal of peach on the back of her water snake's waist, revealing his true colors.

"Thank you, senior, for your guidance." Ji Qinglin cupped his hands to the old sheepskin fur man who had just handed out a sword as if he had realized something.

The old man in sheepskin fur just snapped his fingers and pierced the sky with a sword. He was so arrogant that he ignored Ji Qinglin, but just smiled and looked at Jiang Ni who didn't understand anything, "Girl Jiang, I'm not bragging. With a flick of a finger and a sword, there are many things, do you want to learn? I will teach you!"

Jiang Ni shook his head like a rattle, "It's too bloody, don't learn!"

The old man in the sheepskin fur had no choice but to laugh. Well, the old man is playing the piano to the cow, and he is winking at the blind man. "Kungfu is a killing technique after all. How can it be possible not to see blood? If you can't see the enemy's blood in a fight, it means that you have not practiced kungfu." When I get home, it’s all fake fists and embroidered legs.”

Wu Shizhen was dumbfounded. The old man in sheepskin fur in front of him was obviously one of the few first-grade kendo masters in the rivers and lakes, and he was not something they Qingyang Palace could deal with.

Don't look at him often bragging about his father, Wu Lingsu, the lord of the Qingyang Palace, who once visited No. 20, the second cave of Baishuize Daomen, and was taught the "Book of Five Thunders in the Heavenly Heaven" by the Heavenly Mother of Lightning.

In fact, he knows exactly how much his father has. Wu Lingsu, the lord of the Qingyang Palace, does not practice alchemy or martial arts. The "Dan Ding Master" of Lotus.

It's useless to really fight.

"Pfft!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Shizhen directly faced Ji Qinglin, fisted with both hands, and knelt down.

The situation is already clear, unless the real god in Qingyang Palace, that is, his mother in name, takes action, otherwise, their Qingyang Palace will definitely not be able to resist these uninvited guests in front of them.

But the problem is that the hideous ugly monster in his eyes probably won't do anything for him and Wu Lingsu and his son. This crazy woman has always just punched and kicked them, regardless of their life or death.

The "Shenxiao Sword Formation" in Qingyang Palace was actually created by this strange woman, who once realized her enlightenment in closed doors. Even the "Lingbao Sutra" on which Qingyang Palace is famous, many of the essences are hers. Written with a pen.

"Xiaodao is wrong. Xiaodao has eyes but does not know Mount Tai. He offended you, old man. I hope you, my lord, don't remember the villain's mistakes. The prime minister can hold a boat in his belly. Forgive Xiaodao!"

Wu Shizhen begged for mercy without blushing and heartbeat, and his tone should be as sincere as possible.

Seeing that the delicate and beautiful Kun Dao female crowns beside him hadn't reacted yet, they were stunned, standing still, and he hurriedly cursed in a low voice: "You poor servant, don't come with me, kneel down for others!"

The female crowns of Kun Dao had never seen this loving little fairy get angry, and their faces turned pale with fright, and they quickly knelt down with him.

Even Ji Qinglin couldn't help admiring, this Wu Shizhen is really a hero who understands current affairs, just now he was shouting and shouting to take him down, but this time when he saw that the situation was wrong, he immediately knelt down and admitted his mistake.

Seeing Ji Qinglin's expressionless face and no reaction, Wu Shizhen asked tentatively, "How about I give you one?"

At this moment, the young master of the Qingyang Palace, who usually looks like a son of a prince in Qingcheng Mountain, wantonly robbing women from good families, has become like an extremely obedient little sheep.

Ji Qinglin didn't pay attention to him, and said with a smirk: "I'll use you for the knife!" As he rushed forward, the knife burst out loudly, gathered on the front line, and passed Wu Shizhen in an instant.

Wu Shizhen's throat felt cold, and then he lost his breath, and died.

Ji Qinglin plundered the knife back, but there was no trace of blood on the knife, and Wu Shizhen's head fell to the ground.

"Kill, kill!"

The women beside Wu Shizhen turned pale and fled to the Qingyang Palace. They were overly panicked and subconsciously shouted, "Kill, kill!" The Young Palace Master who beheaded is a human being.

Ji Qinglin turned to look at the gangsters gathered in the forest, and said loudly: "Follow me into the Qingyang Palace, and I'll go and chop off the head of the 'King of Qingcheng' and give it to you as a certificate of honor."

Inside the Qingyang Palace, a Taoist priest who looked to be about 30 years old, but was already in middle age looked out of the palace with an extremely ugly expression.

This person is wearing a purple Taoist robe, and his body is as tall as a green pine. He really looks like a Taoist god who can bluff people, and he has a carefree demeanor.

The lord of the Qingyang Palace, who was bestowed the "King of Qingcheng" by the emperor of the Liyang Dynasty, stared at the tall woman beside him, as if he was about to bleed, "Zhao Yutai, your bullshit 'Shenxiao Sword Formation' was killed by someone. It's fine if it's broken, but you don't care if that son of a bitch kills my son?!"

Snapped!
A white ponytail whisk made a red mark on his face.

The cold voice of the tall woman rang in his ears: "Wu Lingsu, if you dare to curse again, I will cut you into pieces."

The little prince's mother, in the eyes of this tall woman, is like a white-clothed Guanyin, sacred and inviolable, and naturally cannot tolerate insults.

The tall woman looked at King Qingcheng who had been slapped by her own white horsetail whisk, and said coldly: "Don't worry, you will go down to accompany your son soon."

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