A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The shining sword suddenly fell from Geng Chengyao's hand, and he screamed with a ferocious face.

Zong Yujing firmly grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand, stretched the other hand towards Geng Chengyao's waist, and retrieved the scabbard like a stream of water.

"stop!"

Frightened, Geng Xiang and his wife saw that their son suffered a loss, and the husband and wife did not care about their face, and rushed to Zong Yujing at the same time.

Lan Ying rescued his precious son, and Geng Xiang confronted him with anger.

After Zong Yujing threw the Yuqing sword back to Shu Ange, he took Ziyuxiao from his waist to calmly confront the enemy.

He is almost the same as Geng Xiang and Lan Ying's two cultivation bases. It is not easy to fight against one another. In addition, he has to protect Shu Ange, and the situation is very unfavorable for him.

The more this was the case, Zong Yujing became more and more calm. Shu Ange was worried that he was too close to drag him back, so he held Yuqing Sword back for a distance.

Geng Xiang pulled out a simple-looking silver ruler from the cuff of his tunic suit, exerted force with both hands, and the silver ruler hit Zong Yujing on the head."

"It's a good thing to measure the sky..." Facing Geng Xiang's attack, Zong Yujing calmly and accurately pointed out the weapon he used.

"Are you really blind or are you pretending to be a ghost!"

Geng Xiang stared at Zong Yujing's eyes with a horrified expression, and there was a faint sense of retreat in his heart.

"The practice is wrong, the mind is not right, and the result is twice the result with half the effort. With the measuring ruler in your hands, it is difficult to exert even one-tenth of the real power."

Just when the measuring ruler was less than three centimeters away from his Heavenly Spirit Gai, Zong Yujing raised Ziyuxiao to meet the enemy.

Shu Ange sweated for Zong Yujing in his heart, for fear that he would be too big, and Zi Yuxiao in his hand would be broken by a ruler.

Geng Xiang watched this scene excitedly. In his opinion, no matter how fast Zong Yujing moved, he could not escape the bad luck of being injured.

A magical scene happened. The measuring ruler stopped suddenly when it was about to meet Zong Yujing's eyebrows, as if it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Zi Yuxiao flew out of Zong Yujing's hand and drew afterimages next to the measuring ruler!

"boom!"

The afterimage strayed upwards, hitting the silver ruler.

The measuring ruler flew into the sky, and then snapped from the middle with a snap, Geng Xiang spat out a mouthful of blood, and fell to his knees with a plop.

Seeing this scene, Lan Ying shouted, "Geng Lang!"

Seeing that his father was injured, Geng Chengyao was so frightened that he fell to the ground in despair.

Lan Ying lifted her husband up and looked at Zong Yujing angrily. With the lessons of her husband and son, she did not dare to attack rashly.

"Let's go."

Zong Yujing took back Zi Yuxiao calmly, and nodded slightly towards Shu Ange.

"Okay, let's go."

Shu Ange took two steps, then turned around suddenly, smiled sweetly and threw the jade pendant that the Geng family gave to the Ning family back then, and gently threw it into Geng Chengyao's arms.

"Although the Geng family intends to seize the Ning family Yuqing sword, Hao Xue has no intention of occupying the Geng family jade pendant, and the token has been returned. From now on, the Geng Ning family will no longer have anything to do, and the bridge will return to the bridge."

Geng Chengyao held the jade pendant, his fingers trembled, and his heart was full of anger.

The head and senior brother were injured, and none of the disciples of Bihaimen dared to fight against Zong Yujing, so they could only watch him and Shu Ange leave.

The bamboo sea was stunned, and Shu Ange was very happy with the Yuqing Sword that was lost and recovered.

"Give me the Yuqing Sword."

Hearing Zong Yujing's words, Shu Ange, who was full of joy, turned around without hesitation and handed the Yuqing Sword into his hands.

After Zong Yujing got the sword, he stopped, sat down cross-legged and placed the sword on his lap.

Shu Ange held his breath and carefully observed his actions.

The sharp sword was unsheathed, and the Yuqing Sword was suspended in mid-air, emitting a faint blue light.

Zong Yujing put **** together and wiped it slowly on the sword body, only to hear a crisp sound, the sword body suddenly flashed a red light, then the blue light disappeared, and it returned to its original appearance.

"Hey, what happened to Yu Qingjian?"

Zong Yujing took the Yuqing sword back into its sheath and handed it back to Shu Ange.

"I have wiped off Geng Chengyao's spiritual consciousness and blood essence left on the sword, and Yuqing sword has nothing to do with him anymore."

When Shu Ange heard the words, he took the sword into his arms and thanked Zong Yujing with a smile on his face: "Thank you, Senior Zong, for your help. If it wasn't for you today, not only would I not be able to get the Yuqing sword back smoothly, I might even be injured."

As soon as she finished speaking, the green bamboo forest suddenly burst into a gust of wind, and then the bamboo leaves flew towards the two of them overwhelmingly like flying knives.

Shu Ange was startled and instinctively drew his sword out of the sheath, trying to block the rainstorm-like hidden weapon. At this moment, her waist was suddenly embraced, and Zong Yujing's low voice rang in her ears.

"Don't be afraid, hold me tight."

Zong Yujing pushed Shu Ange's sword back into the sheath, she hugged his waist tightly, her face hurting from the strong wind.

He hugged her into the sky, and after the bamboo leaf flying knife hit the barrier in front of him, they all fell to the ground.

Zong Yujing stood on the top of the bamboo, the wind gradually subsided, the sky suddenly darkened, the faint sound of bells came from the sky, and there were eighty-one five-color flags in the bamboo forest.

Shu Ange glanced at it roughly, and the distribution of these flags was actually a formation.

She hugged Zong Yujing's waist tightly and reminded nervously: "Senior, this seems to be the Nine Heavens Formation of Resentful Spirits, you must be careful."

"The little girl is a little knowledgeable, hehe, why don't you worship the old ghost as your master and learn some real skills from me."

A gloomy and piercing strange sound rang out, and Shu Ange looked towards the source of the sound, and saw an old man wearing a linen and a filial piety with a large purple gold gourd tied around his waist and a string of bells swaying in his hand. came out.

He was skinny, with no flesh on his cheeks, like a dead tree bark covering a skull.

"If you want to accept me as an apprentice, you have to report to your family."

In order to find out more information about the enemy for Zong Yujing, Shu Ange leaned in his arms and returned the old man's words.

The old man smiled strangely, raised his head and stared at Shu Ange, but his eyes were not dark.

"The old man is a terrifying mourner. Does the little girl plan to wait for the little lover to die before worshipping at my door. Or do she worship at my door and make the little lover a walking corpse, so that he will not leave you."

Shu Ange got goosebumps at the words of the mourning Taoist. In order to delay the time, she deliberately returned: "What the Taoist said is wrong, which woman in this world wants her lover to become a walking dead. I like him, and naturally I hope to swear with him for a long time."

"Hey, it seems that the little girl has eaten her weight. Zong Yujing, it's been a long time, let's make a gesture."

The other party broke Zong Yujing's identity with one mouthful, Shu Ange was startled and looked at him worriedly.

Zong Yujing felt Shu Ange's unease, and patted her hand on her back: "Don't be afraid, it's just a defeated general."

The mourner became angry and roared loudly: "Bah, you are the defeated general. Without Old Man Zhang present today, I don't believe you can escape smoothly."