Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Chapter 121 [Refining the Fake: Immortal (1%)]! (Please Subscribe!)

The forbidden area behind the Xuanzhen Sect's mountain.

In the mountains and forests.

"Isn't it said that only Guo Zheng possesses a complete copy of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture? Does the Xuanzhen Sect have a copy? Did Wang Shuyang leave behind a copy back then?"

Wen Jin looked puzzled. The so-called Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture was a technique created by Huang Xuanji of the previous dynasty after the destruction of the Mo family and the Gongshu clan three hundred years ago. He collected the martial arts of the two schools.

It is said that this technique can control the seven divine weapons, suppress negative calamities, and is also the general principle of martial arts that can break through all mechanisms in the world.

Wen Jin wasn't quite clear about the matter of suppressing the divine weapon's calamity, nor was she clear about the general principles of martial arts, but she was certain that this technique was indeed very powerful.

If they weren't powerful, they wouldn't have caused such a bloody and fierce struggle in the martial arts world more than 20 years ago.

"The complete version is in his hands, but there are fragments in the Youling Sect. In addition, Ouyang Chong, who is currently in the territory of the Youling Sect, also has a fake version of the Nine Pivot Profound Gang Scripture that he practices in reverse."

Zhao Zheng spoke, and Wen Jin frowned slightly upon hearing this. She did not show any greed, but instead looked at Zhao Zheng with a puzzled expression.

"How do you know this so clearly?"

She discovered that Zhao Zheng seemed to know a lot, whether it was the inheritance of the Mo Yin Cave Heaven or the current matter of the Nine Pivot Profound Gang Scripture, which made her feel that Zhao Zheng was as if he could foresee the future.

"I told you, I am a deity. If I weren't a deity, why would I let you use the power of the Xuan Shu Demon Palace to spread the news that I am a deity descended to earth?" Zhao Zheng retorted.

As he spoke, his gaze fell upon the control panel!

[Fake: Immortal (1%)]

This time, he's going to go big!

"Honestly, I think you're bragging!"

Wen Jin mentally complained, and after the loud thud, she got up from the ground with an even redder face, glaring angrily at Zhao Zheng, who had withdrawn the Five Qi Rejuvenating Palm.

"You—I'll fight you to the death!"

Not only were the humiliations repeated one after another, but each time they were humiliating to the point of being unbearable. Even the strong-willed Wen Jin could no longer tolerate it. She circulated all the true energy in her body and transformed into a blur as she rushed towards Zhao Zheng.

Thud—

A palm strike sends a person flying!

An angry Wen Jin lay on the grass, letting out muffled groans that weren't quite angry, his eyes brimming with tears as he glared at Zhao Zheng.

I have to say, I feel like I've really become the villain!

Looking at Wen Jin's expression, Zhao Zheng thought to himself that he felt like a villain was forcing himself on the female lead, and then he spoke.

"Stop grabbing it, let's go!"

After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he disappeared in a blur. Wen Jin gritted his teeth, his face flushed, and stood up from the ground, glaring angrily at the departing Zhao Zheng.

Just wait, I, the Lord of this Manor, will make you wish you were dead sooner or later!

Wen Jin gritted his teeth, his face full of anger, and transformed into a dark shadow to follow. The two of them covered a distance of several hundred meters in two breaths before stopping.

Wen Jin, who had stopped in his tracks, followed Zhao Zheng's gaze and saw a Taoist priest wearing a Xuanzhen Sect robe covering the face of a woman lying on the ground with a handkerchief. The woman frowned and shouted.

"court death!"

A loud shout startled Yin Qingxuan, who was about to commit an indecent act against Long Yue, so he jumped up and tried to run away.

Before he could even run out, he felt a sharp pain in his head and neck, followed by a sudden dizzying sensation in his vision.

Yin Qingxuan looked at the familiar headless body with a puzzled expression, and thought to himself, "This seems to be my body—"

Yin Qingxuan's consciousness vanished as his head hit the ground. Wen Jin glanced at Zhao Zheng, who had snapped Yin Qingxuan's head off with a flick of his finger.

Thinking that the opponent's sword energy was so powerful, she was about to go to Long Yue's side to check her out when her ears twitched and she threw an embroidery needle at a distance.

Whoosh—

"ah----"

After a scream, a Taoist priest wearing the same robe as Yin Qingxuan fell from the tree to the ground and died.

"Go check if she's alright. I'll go find that incomplete copy of the once-famous Nine Pivot Profound Scripture!"

Zhao Zheng paid no attention to the death of this Daoist Zhao. After speaking, his figure turned into a dark shadow and disappeared.

Wen Jin looked at him with a strange expression. To be honest, she felt that Zhao Zheng might really be only eight years old. She didn't mean anything by it; she just didn't understand what was so good about the cultivation technique, especially with a beautiful woman lying on the ground.

Hmm? It doesn't seem wrong!

Wen Jin muttered to herself, because she thought of Zhao Zheng's equally cold and indifferent attitude towards her.

Zhao Zheng never did anything too outrageous to her from beginning to end. Apart from giving her a slap when she misbehaved, he was either on his way to study the martial arts manual or on his way to study it.

As for where the cultivation techniques came from, judging from Zhao Zheng's way of speaking, they were naturally contributed by those kind-hearted sects.

"Hmm? Could she be Long Yue from the Youling Sect?"

Wen Jin curiously approached the woman whose clothes were intact. Seeing that the woman's pressure points had been sealed, she reached out and released the pressure points.

"Are you Long Yue?"

"Hmm—who are you?"

Long Yue stood up and looked around in confusion. Liu Mei frowned slightly after seeing the corpses of Yin Qingxuan and the other person.

"My name is Wenjing!"

Wen Jin stood up and casually made up a name. She asked Long Yue, who was standing up and looking around, with some doubt.

"How did you get your pressure points sealed?"

Long Yue didn't answer the question, but instead looked at Wen Jin with a slight frown and said, "Thank you for saving me!"

"You're too kind. You still haven't answered how you got your pressure points sealed?" Wen Jin continued, repeating his previous question.

She was silently urging Zhao Zheng to hurry up, lest Long Yue return to the Youling Sect and they start fighting again.

Zhao Zheng was unaware of these things, because he was currently inside the coffin of the Youling Sect, rapidly memorizing the incomplete chapters of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture.

He also memorized the Youling Sect's techniques before leaving the sect. When he returned to the place where he had parted ways with Wen Jin, Wen Jin and Long Yue were gone, and only the sound of fighting could be heard in the distance.

"Wen Jin has already encountered Ouyang Chong so quickly?"

Zhao Zheng's eyes showed a thoughtful expression. He then used the Free and Easy Wandering Lightness Skill, which was a combination of lightness skills such as the Heavenly Craftsmanship Step and the Pivot Step, and disappeared into the shadows.

A few seconds later, Zhao Zheng arrived at the place where the fighting sounds came from, but Ouyang Chong was not there, and even Long Yue was gone. All that was there was Wen Jin, who was being besieged by Xuanzhen Sect disciples.

The Seven Masters of Xuanzhen drew their longswords together, using the Xuanzhen Beidou Shujian Formation, the sect's most powerful sword formation left behind by Wang Shuyang, to besiege Wen Jin.

Although these seven people were clearly not as strong as Wen Jin, who was now stronger than before, they managed to trap Wen Jin firmly in the center of the sword formation amidst the dense sword shadows.

"You audacious witch! My two disciples have both died at your hands. This is an irrefutable fact. How dare you still try to argue like this!" the leading Taoist priest shouted angrily.

"We disciples witnessed you kill Yin Qingxuan and the other two with our own eyes. How can you deny it!" The Taoist priest beside him shouted.

The disciples who were watching from the sidelines spoke up one after another, shouting that she was a witch and a demon, and some even confirmed that Wen Jin had killed Yin Qingxuan.

The Xuanzhen Sect's indiscriminate accusation that Wen Jin was the murderer only demonstrates the true nature of the righteous path in this world.

Wen Jin's figure flashed lightly, easily dodging the sword formation's attack, fully demonstrating the power of the Evil-Repelling Shadow Step and the Heavenly Craft Pivot Step.

She looked at the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen with a disdainful sneer and said, "I never imagined that the prestigious Xuanzhen Sect, which claims to be a righteous sect, would be a bunch of fools who can't even distinguish right from wrong. It's utterly laughable! If your master knew about this, he'd probably be so angry he'd be reborn!"

"How dare you insult my master! Prepare to die!"

Another person shouted angrily, and the leader suddenly yelled, and the seven people coordinated their true energy, their formation shifting with the direction of the Big Dipper.

The sword techniques of the Xuanzhen Beidou Pivot Sword Formation moved in unison, attacking Wen Jin simultaneously. Seven sword shadows struck seven vital points on all sides.

The sword formation and sword moves were interlocked, not only attempting to block all of Wen Jin's escape routes, but also demonstrating an intention to kill Wen Jin on the spot.

"Is it fun?"

Zhao Zheng asked a question, his voice not loud, but it startled the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen, whose expressions changed and whose attacks subconsciously slowed down by three points.

Some of the Xuanzhen Sect disciples who were providing cover drew their swords with a clang and shouted, "This is an accomplice of the demoness! Brothers, quickly follow me and kill this fiend!"

"???"

Is this really the right path?!

Is this really that person's sect?!

Zhao Zheng frowned as he looked at the Xuanzhen Sect disciples who were about to kill him at the slightest provocation. He was frowning, but Wen Jin was not.

She simply said she was done playing, and her figure transformed into a dark shadow, instantly breaking through the encirclement of the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen. Not only that, she also flicked away a brocade needle with a hidden mechanism.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! "Invincible Needle! Mystic Pivot Demon Palace!"

"You are the witch Wen Jin!"

"Oh no, retreat quickly!"

Some of the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen cried out as they saw the embroidery needles coming at them, their expressions changing drastically. They panicked and tried to dodge or attack the invincible needles shot by Wen Jin.

But we were a step too late!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—

Seven whooshing sounds and seven screams rang out. The Seven Masters of Xuanzhen collapsed to the ground with cries of agony. However, they did not die, but were seriously injured because the Invincible Needle pierced their vital points.

Just as Wen Jin caught the embroidery needle and subconsciously turned her head to look in Zhao Zheng's direction, she was attracted by the sun that suddenly appeared in the sky, which made her expression freeze.

"Where did the sun come from? Isn't it nighttime?"

Wen Jin saw a crimson sun radiating darkness that devoured everything appear in the night sky, accompanied by a ferocious cry.

This crimson sun is none other than the Vermilion Bird, one of the four mechanical symbols within Zhao Zheng's dantian, manifested through the combination of immortal dharma form and martial arts of this world.

The Vermilion Bird, a mechanical creature forged from an alloy stained with blood, burst forth with a ferocious power capable of incinerating everything in the world.

It appeared in the world before the horrified eyes of Wen Jin and the others!

The mechanical Vermilion Bird flapped its alloy wings, which looked as if they were stained with blood, and the feathers were layered like thousands of blood-red light blades.

Blinding beams of world-destroying light continuously erupted from the wingtips, distorting the air wherever they passed.

Tiny black cracks appeared, as if a terrifying scene of space collapsing had appeared, causing the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen to widen their eyes.

Those Xuanzhen Sect disciples who were originally going to kill Zhao Zheng threw down their weapons in horror and ran away.

"This thing seems to work exceptionally well!"

Alright, let old man Gongshu build the Great Wall!

Zhao Zheng stared expressionlessly at the mechanical Vermilion Bird with wings spanning several kilometers, a miniature blood-red sun embedded in the center of its chest, pausing for a moment.

He gave the order to kill!

唳—

The mechanical Vermilion Bird, resembling a crimson sun, charged forward with overwhelming power, without any truly terrifying scenes.

All that could be seen were beams of crimson light emanating from the wings of the mechanical Vermilion Bird, and the world-destroying radiance emanating from the miniature crimson sun embedded in the center of the mechanical Vermilion Bird's chest.

After the light faded, the disciples of the Xuanzhen Sect who had spoken of killing Zhao Zheng were instantly burned to ashes.

The cleanliness of the ashes, leaving no trace of struggle or scream, left everyone stunned.

"What...what is this thing?"

And who exactly are you?

This is Wen Jin staring wide-eyed as she watched the mechanical Vermilion Bird slowly disappear into the night sky; she wasn't the only one with such an expression.

The Seven Xuanzhen disciples lying on the ground had the same expression; they all stared blankly at the mechanical Vermilion Bird in the night sky, just like Wen Jin.

However, they were soon drawn to the dead disciples, causing them to roar in despair as they tried to stand up, their faces filled with grief and indignation.

Before they could even stand up, Zhao Zheng knocked them down from a distance. Zhao Zheng then flashed to the front of the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen and said...

"You haven't taught Mongolians martial arts, have you?"

These words were spoken by Zhao Zheng to Qiu Yan. Qiu Yan was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "So what if I taught him? So what if I didn't?"

"Teaching you—you'll die!"

Zhao Zheng spoke honestly, ignoring the shouts and curses of the other six, and said, "Speak quickly, I'm in a hurry!"

"So what if I taught them martial arts!"

Qiu Yan, who was slumped on the ground clutching his chest, sneered, appearing arrogant and reckless.

"Then die!"

Zhao Zheng curled his lips and spoke, and the mechanical Vermilion Bird Dharma Image behind him reappeared. In less than a breath, the Seven Sons of Xuanzhen turned into seven piles of ashes.

His reason for killing the Seven Masters of Xuanzhen was simple: the world clearly had the hidden agenda of a certain official.

Rather than being disgusted later, it's better to strike first and expose the disgust now, just like how his Taoist senior Yin Zhiping was slandered by a certain bondservant, and how Qiu Chuji and others were slandered.

"You just killed them like that!"

Wen Jin stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng, who had killed him without hesitation. No, this was one of the Seven Disciples of Xuanzhen from the Xuanzhen Sect!

Although the Xuanzhen Sect is not among the nine orthodox sects in the martial arts world, its influence is still deeply entrenched.

Putting everything else aside, the renowned martial arts master Guo Zheng was practically a disciple of the Xuanzhen Sect, yet Zhao Zheng killed them without a second thought.

"I'm also going to wipe out their entire family!"

Zhao Zheng said that the existence of the Xuanzhen Sect was a disgrace to his Taoist predecessors. Rather than leaving behind such disgusting people, it would be better to just eliminate them to avoid them getting in the way.

As he thought this, the mechanical Vermilion Bird beside him, whose wingspan was no more than a meter, flapped its wings and flew into the sky, growing larger in the wind, and the world-destroying light of the ultimate blazing sun shone brightly in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the mechanical Vermilion Bird reached a wingspan of 100 meters and continued to grow larger.

"kill!"

As soon as Zhao Zheng spoke, the mechanical Vermilion Bird moved in the next instant. In an instant, flames, screams, and bloodstains echoed throughout Zhongshan.

"It's over————"

Looking at the Xuanzhen Sect destroyed by the mechanical Vermilion Bird, Wen Jin felt that even if she escaped Zhao Zheng's clutches in the future, the righteous people of the martial arts world would never let her go.

"What? Are you scared?"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at Wen Jin, whose pretty face turned expressionless as she glanced at him sideways. She didn't want to talk anymore.

"Hmm? Perfect timing!"

Zhao Zheng's ears twitched, and his gaze fell on the crazy old man among the two men and one woman who were approaching from afar using their lightness skills.

Or rather—Ouyang Chong!

Ouyang Chong, who practiced the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture in reverse!

Seven days later, on July 30th, Luodu Inn.

Inside the inn, the martial arts practitioners sat chatting idly when suddenly a man with a sword across his shoulder took a sip of wine and slammed his hand on the table, exclaiming, "Have you heard? The reclusive Old Man Wuya on Zhenji Mountain outside the city is actually wielding the Soul-Soothing Flute, one of the three imperial weapons of the Mohist school—!"

The man sitting next to him scoffed, "Your information is outdated. I know that Wuya is planning to find a successor tomorrow using some kind of mechanism or chess set to pass on the Soul-Soothing Flute."

"Is this old man Wuya afraid that the deadly scholar will come knocking on his door? Otherwise, why would he be looking for a successor to inherit the Soul-Soothing Flute?"

Another man spoke up, and the entire inn fell silent. After a few breaths of silence, a merchant coughed and changed the subject, asking a question.

"I heard that Lin Ping, who joined the Lingxiao Sword Palace, obtained the Shattering Star Blade, one of the Four Fierce Weapons of Gongshu, two days ago. Is this true or false?"

The man in the black cloak replied in a deep voice, "It's true. My brothers witnessed Lin Ping use his Shattering Star Blade to sever the weapons of thirteen martial arts masters in one strike!"

"Hiss—" N

For a moment, gasps of cold air filled the air, and all the martial arts practitioners looked on with envy and jealousy. Then someone said...

"Then...Did Ding Huang, who betrayed the Xuan Shu Demon Palace in the Southern Frontier, really obtain the Soul-Locking Thorn, one of the Four Fiend Weapons?"

"Not only that, Qiao Zheng of the Hetu Formation Sect has also obtained the Duanji Mace, one of the Three Imperial Weapons—and the renowned Hero Guo, who the day before yesterday unexpectedly found the Wanhe Axe, one of the Four Fierce Weapons, in the back mountain of the Xuanzhen Sect. It is said that he is now searching all over the martial world for that person to avenge the destruction of the sect!"

"Seriously, is that guy some kind of deity descended to earth? He just obtained the Seven Divine Weapons, the Dingcang Sword, and now, five of the remaining six divine weapons have appeared!"

A martial arts practitioner by the window spoke up, followed by a female swordsman carrying a sword entering the inn: "Your information is outdated. The last deadly weapon, the Heaven-Burning Halberd, has also appeared, and it has been acquired by Zhang Xiao, the new sect leader of the Illusionary Sound Demon Sect!"

"What?! All seven divine weapons have been unleashed!"

The martial arts figures in the inn were discussing amongst themselves. Hearing this, Wen Jin, sitting at the table in the private room on the second floor, looked at Zhao Zheng with a puzzled expression.

She didn't speak; she just looked at Zhao Zheng with a suspicious gaze. She wondered if Zhao Zheng was really a god, otherwise, how could the divine weapon he said would appear actually appear?

"So it is!"

Zhao Zheng looked out the window and spoke without turning his head, his gaze fixed on the panel displaying the myriad aspects of life that only he could see.

[Fake: Immortal (2%)]

"???"

"I already said I'm a god. Since I'm a god, it's reasonable for me to know what others are thinking, right?" Zhao Zheng turned around and looked at Wen Jin with a smile.

"hehe!"

Wen Jin chuckled, then gently poured Zhao Zheng a cup of tea, saying, "Immortal Zhao, I wonder if you've managed to deduce the complete version of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture?"

Back in Zhongshan, she personally witnessed Zhao Zheng use some kind of mind-controlling martial art to make Ouyang Chong recite the reversed version of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture.

"you guess!"

"The deduction has been made?"

Wen Jin's beautiful eyes lit up, and she looked at Zhao Zheng with the words "Teach me quickly" practically written on her face. Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and said.

"Remember, you are a prisoner!"

"Oh—then teach me! I also want to learn the Nine Pivot Profound Gang Scripture, which is known as the general outline of martial arts!" Wen Jin pleaded, hugging Zhao Zheng's arm and shaking it.

Zhao Zheng clicked his tongue in amazement.

"You're so sexy!"

"----roll!"

Wen Jin's expression froze, and she released Zhao Zheng's arm with a cold look, as if she wasn't the one who had been pretending to be a timid woman.

"Tsk, it seems I'll have to hand over the complete version of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture that I deduced to —" Zhao Zheng stopped talking and looked at Wenrou Wenjin, who was shaking his arm again.

He thought this woman was a bit schizophrenic!

"Alright, let go!"

Zhao Zheng spoke with a look of disdain. He didn't mean anything by it, but the woman surnamed Wen in front of him only knew how to use basic attacks.

He doesn't like A!

Seeing that Wen Jin was still not letting go, Zhao Zheng reached out and made a sword finger gesture, using the magic transfer technique to impart the complete version of the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture that he had deduced to Wen Jin.

Since someone is willing to be a guinea pig, he can take this opportunity to see if there are any errors in his deduction of the Nine Pivot Mysterious Gang Scripture.

"???"

Wen Jin stared blankly at the new cultivation technique called the Nine Pivots Profound Gang Scripture that had appeared in her mind. She looked at Zhao Zheng in bewilderment.

"What kind of martial arts are you using?"

"This is called magic. I already said I'm a deity descended to earth, so isn't it reasonable for me to know some magic?"

Zhao Zheng chuckled and said, and Wen Jin rolled his eyes and nodded, now believing Zhao Zheng to be a god.

There was nothing she could do; she simply didn't believe in it. She couldn't explain or understand the various seemingly miraculous methods Zhao Zheng possessed.

She stopped clinging to Zhao Zheng's arm and instead asked a question while browsing through the Nine Pivots Profound Scripture in her mind.

"Didn't you say before that the remaining divine weapons would all come into your hands? But now, how come they're in their hands?"

"There was a slight mishap, but it's nothing serious. Once I defeat them, the divine weapon will still be in my hands!"

Zhao Zheng spoke calmly, then his ears twitched as he glanced at an inn not far away: "Hmm? Come on, let's go kill a womanizer!"

"A flower thief?"

Wen Jin looked in the direction Zhao Zheng was looking, though he didn't know what Zhao Zheng had seen.

However, she didn't pay any attention to it, and simply followed Zhao Zheng out of the private room through the window as a habitual dark shadow.

Yes, the two of them paid the bill in advance!

Not far away, there was an inn, and in a private room on the second floor.

Ling Chong, with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, stepped onto the bench and slammed his wine bowl onto the table with a bang. He then stood directly in front of the flower thief, Tian Shuoguang.

"Want to save him? Simple. You drink with me. If you win, you can take him with you. If you lose, you can get lost."

Tian Shuoguang, who had just kidnapped the little nun Lingxi, sneered at Ling Chong who was blocking his way. He picked up a bowl of wine that Ling Chong had poured for him and drank it all in one gulp. Just as he finished drinking, a glint of light suddenly appeared on his wrist.

The sharp blade slashed straight at Ling Chong's face. Tian Shuoguang immediately attacked while drinking, and Ling Chong flicked his wrist in response.

The wine bowl in his hand was as steady as Mount Tai, and his figure moved to the side like a ghost. However, he did not use the martial arts of Lingxiao Sword Mansion, but the movement technique of the Mo family's secret Nine Forms of Breaking Pivot.

Ling Chong effortlessly deflected the blade's wind, not spilling a single drop of wine from his bowl. Seeing the power of Tian Shuoguang's strike, he knew that if he were to directly use his ultimate technique, which could break through all mechanical weapons in the world, Tian Shuoguang wouldn't even last three moves. However, he wanted to win honorably!

Thinking about it, Ling Chong smiled and said!

"Haha, drinking and fighting at the same time, how fun!"

Ling Chong grabbed the wine jar and poured it out wildly. The moment the bowls and cups collided, a burst of light from his blade and a gust of wind from his palm exploded outwards, startling the people around him who gasped and retreated.

They only saw the shadows of swords flying amidst the wine foam, but Ling Chong only defended and did not kill, stopping each move only when it was aimed at the target.

After a dozen or so breaths, Tian Shuoguang, who had been forced to drink two bowls of wine by Ling Chong, began to lose his footing with his sword. He finally realized that Ling Chong had been deliberately holding back all along. He sheathed his sword, smiled, and cupped his hands in greeting.

"You're a real character, much better than those hypocritical righteous people. This is the first time I, Old Tian, ​​have met someone as interesting as you!"

Ling Chong finished his drink and laughed, "You're not bad either. Although you're a womanizer, you're a decent person. I'll let you off the hook today. Just don't provoke any more Buddhist female disciples in the future."

"That's what happens when you provoke girls from other sects—"

Tian Shuoguang smiled and opened his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, he collapsed to the ground with two thuds, the sound of his body being severed from its body.

Seeing Tian Shuoguang transform into Tian Shuoguang, Ling Chong's eyes widened. Ignoring the panicked and fleeing crowd around him, he instinctively roared in fury, "Who dares to kill my brother Tian!"

"???" x2

To be honest, I think this person is sick!

This wasn't just Zhao Zheng's idea after he killed the flower thief Tian Shuoguang; it was also Wen Jin's idea, who had come along with him.

"It was you! Why did you kill my brother Tian!"

Ling Chong glared at Zhao Zheng and Wen Jin, who were looking at him with strange eyes several meters away, and his right hand suddenly reached for the hilt of his sword.

"Is this how Sect Leader Ling teaches his disciples?"

Zhao Zheng ignored Ling Chong and looked towards the stairs. The next second, a middle-aged, refined man who looked extraordinary led a group of disciples to the second floor.

Among these disciples were three familiar faces that Zhao Zheng had met before: Ling Qingyao, Lin Ping, and another person.

Before Sect Leader Ling could speak, Lin Ping drew a short blade, seven inches long, from his waist with a clang. The blade was a cold, silvery-gray.

Its entire body is covered with fine, densely packed, serrated teeth. Each tooth has a miniature ejection mechanism that exudes a chilling and murderous aura. This is the Shattered Star Blade, one of the four fierce weapons of Gongshu.

"Hand over the Dingcang Sword of my Lin family!"

Lin Ping spoke first, which displeased Ling Cangyue, the sect leader, who had already opened his mouth, but he did not retaliate.

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at the Shattering Star Blade in Lin Ping's hand, a weapon that embodied the Gongshu clan's domineering and invincible power, its sharpness capable of breaking through any obstacle. His gaze fell on Lin Ping's unusual expression, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes as he said, "The negative consequence of this deadly weapon is damage to the meridians? Hmm? It really is!"

"Hand over Dingcang of the Lin family—ah—"

Thud! Thud! ————

Twelve consecutive palm strikes, each striking at the heart of the person. By the time Zhao Zheng began to play with the Shattered Star Blade, Lin Ping and the others were already lying on the ground.

"I told you, divine weapons will come into my hands one after another!" Zhao Zheng chuckled and turned to look at Wen Jin beside him.

After saying that, he looked at Ling Cangyue with suspicion in his eyes, and said to Wen Jin, "Is this really the Lord of the Lingxiao Sword Palace? How come his strength is not as good as yours before?"

'

"Why am I not happy even though I was praised!"

Wen Jin's lips twitched, and the next second, her ears twitched and she turned her head to look, her expression suddenly changing as she shouted at Zhao Zheng.

"Zhao Zheng, be careful—"

"7

As they were talking, Wen Jin threw a needle at Ling Chong, who was charging with a sword, but it was strangely cut in half by Ling Chong's sword. Ling Chong then continued to charge towards Zhao Zheng with his sword at full speed.