Ostentatious Zhao Yao Chapter 67:

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After a kiss, I held Moqing cheeks and he tightened my waistband. It was time for the next step... But my eyes drooped and I saw the pale face lying on the ground. Luo Mingxuan, the living dead, glanced at the enemies who were slowly rising around him, gritted his teeth, and resisted his impulse.

No, these troublesome guys haven't finished, the Temple of Innocence has also collapsed, and there is no place to do business.

I have toiled through the mountains and rivers, and finally found my body. These **** are actually getting in my way now. There was a burst of anger in my heart.

Mo Qing knows what I want. He loosened his arm slightly and let go of me. I raised my eyes to look at him, and saw that he also took a cold look at the group of guys next to him. I understand him, he and Like me, I think they get in the way.

I got out of Mo Qing's arms.

They were playing fiercely just now. There was no chatter around, just right, I like this, cutting-edge conversation, quiet and convenient, simple and fast, so as to avoid the chattering of people below, which seems noisy.

My eyes swept across their faces, Yuan Jie stared at me with his old eyes, completely stupid, and the Anluo Guardian next to him was no different from him. Those eyes stared straight at me.

He stared at me with such a pure expression, and said that his vagueness made me feel a little familiar...but I couldn't remember who he was for a while, so I looked at the master of the four immortal gates again. At a glance, they were the same as the disciples of Qianchen Pavilion before, staring at me as if they had seen a ghost.

In the end, I didn't expect that among so many people who knew me, I thought the one who should not know me the least, but the first one called my name: "Swagger..."

I turned my head to look at Jiang Wu.

Xiao Kuanmao was unclearly injured by the blow that Mo Qing had just received. He covered his chest with blood in his mouth, and his expression on his facial features was extremely complicated. In my eyes are stunned and confused, and my mouth is constantly muttering: "Lu swaggers, Lu swaggers, I remember it, that's it, it's that..."

Remember what? Why is that so?

I am very puzzled. My real body and this Jiang Wuli shouldn't have any intersection, right? He also only became famous after my death. Besides, when I was still in Zhi Yan's body, I went to Jiangcheng to burn paper. After he heard my name, he only left a sentence--

"I heard that it is beautiful and difficult to tame."

I have been remembering this desperate sentence because I heard it so strangely. Judging from his performance at the time, he should also be unfamiliar with me.

But when I saw my real body now, why didn't I stop talking like that?

The others didn’t speak, he was the only one who whispered like crazy, so after a while, not only me, but Mo Qing and the Lord Beishan, including those in the fairy gate, all looked towards he.

But he stared at me straightforwardly, the confusion and stunnedness gradually faded from those eyes, and a bit of murderous aura and the inevitable... possessiveness gradually appeared?

"Lu Swagger." He spit out my name, stood up with his chest, tilted the corner of his mouth, grinned, still so violent, but in that smile I vaguely noticed that it was a little different from before. The dangerous breath, "You will be in my bag."

What's in the bag?

These four words make me feel particularly unpleasant.

Before I expressed my dissatisfaction, Mo Qing’s Wanjun Sword carrying his breath had already rolled out a wave of anger, and fiercely bent Jiang Wu’s knee, who had just stood up, and went straight. Kneel down on one knee in front of me.

Jiang Wu put his hand on the knee that was not yet kneeling, and his whole person was restrained by Mo Qing's tremendous strength, just like the last time I left when he wanted to take Zhi Yan's body, but Mo Qing rushed to stop me. .

Mo Qing didn't kill him, but let him kneel down, first discounting his pride by seven points, cutting him five points for frivolousness, and letting him speak with three points humble.

But Jiang Wu refused to be humble. Under the tremendous pressure brought by Wanjun Sword, even the bricks under his feet were crushed inch by inch, the stones cracked, and his mouth was still smiling.

I narrowed my eyes and stared at him, "What's in the bag? No one has dared to say that to me."

He is still smiling: "I love to be the first."

"You are the last one." Mo Qing's voice was cold, and he fell down, accompanied by the sword aura of Wanjun Sword, with a sound of "brushing", the pressure in the air turned into thousands of blades and straightly chopped Jiang Wu into pieces. mud.

The people of the Xian family couldn't see such a harsh method, and when they turned their heads, they spit out "Wow".

However, I quietly watched those flesh and blood turn into fly ashes and scattered with the wind. Jiang Wu's voice was still floating in the air: "Swagger, wait for me to find you."

Hey, it's a puppet again, where is this bastard's real body hiding!

When I turned my head, I saw Mo Qing looking at the distant place where the ashes were scattered, with a murderous face, and that stern air made me look a little stunned. After regaining consciousness, Mo Qing's murderous gaze touched me.

His eyes met, he narrowed a little, and turned his head away.

And the four great immortal gates took over the humanity: "If you want to retreat from the whole body, make your disciples, give up all the magic weapons, otherwise, you will not even get out of the ten thousand slaughter gate, and you will not be given a chance."

Pay the magic treasure...

Well, it doesn't seem to hurt people's lives, but in fact this trick is extremely insidious.

There are quite a few people from the four immortal gates. They must bring the elites of the sect when they come to attack my Wansl Sect, and the elites of the sect are naturally superior weapons and magic weapons.

Let them disarm and hand over the magic weapon, one is to ensure the safety of the Wanshoumen when they withdraw. Second, it is a symbol of our Wan Slaughter Gate repelling the enemy. The third is the magic weapon of the fairy gate. A fine piece may take ten years and decades before the refiner can produce results. Confiscating their weapons is tantamount to weakening the strength of the fairy gate in a short period of time. At least in the next few years, there will be no more waves.

Next...

We have received weapons at the Wan Slaughter Gate, and they can still sell them. They also want to buy back the original magic weapons from the Xianmen. We offer high prices, which is also a good amount of revenue.

In order for these immortal gates to operate, it is indispensable to pay for it. It is the same reason that it hurts their talents and damages their strength. In short, just don't let them get better.

Although this method is softer and gentler than my previous "closing the door and killing", it is much more damaging.

I'm a person who has died once. I know the rules of the ghost market. I still don't want Mo Qing to bear the life debts. If you pay the magic weapon, you will pay the magic weapon. This makes these immortal people desperate. Going back, I dare not easily provoke Wan Slaughter in the future, the effect is the same without delay.

After hearing Mo Qing's words, the heads of the four immortal gates gritted their teeth with bitter hatred in their eyes.

Oh, looking like this, it's not even willing to pay magic weapons. The young people nowadays are really less sensible than they were back then.

I walked to Mo Qing's side, leaned in his arms, stood lazily, staring at them with a sneer: "You think Li Chenlan's method is inappropriate, then follow my previous rules. Directly Kill and grab, the result is the same anyway." I patted Mo Qing's chest, "What do you think?"

Mo Qing was very cooperative and replied to me: "Properly."

I tilted my mouth and smiled, very happy.

The young people were very dissatisfied: "Lu sway you!"

"What am I?" I held my hand, "You have to come to the door, then you must be ready to be bullied. Abandon your sword, or die, choose one."

Finally, there was one who was afraid of death, stood up, patted his clothes, threw the sword in his hand on the ground with a "clang", and turned and went down the mountain. When the other people saw this, they looked at each other, and finally stood up one after another, unwilling, but helplessly lost their swords.

I turned my head and glanced at Yuan Jie: "Go, take the crime and do meritorious service, take them down the mountain, and pay all the swords and magic of the immortal disciples down the mountain."

"Impossible..." Yuan Jie didn't seem to come out of the shock. He stared at me in amazement, "Impossible, impossible, if the sect master is alive, it is impossible to have not seen him in five years..."

"I did die." I replied, "Yuan Jie, you were murdered by your enemies, your family was broken and people died. When I accepted you into the Wan Slaughter Gate, I made you swear, absolutely loyal. Never betray." I squinted at him, "If one day I die and I can’t come back, you will treat the Wan Slaughter Gate like this? Split it into two, combine foreign enemies, insult the gatekeeper, and even Revive my enemy?"

I randomly kicked Luo Mingxuan, who had been sleeping on the ground, "Do you know how much effort it took me to make him like this? You know how much anger I have endured now to restrain myself , Don't kill you?"

Yuan Jie lay on the ground, with an old face, tears in his eyes: "The master...belongs to... the subordinates think..."

"I know what you think. But no one can hurt Wan Slaughter Gate under the name of anyone." I said, "After this matter, you will go to the dungeon and think about it for ten years."

Yuan Jie slammed three heads on the ground: "Subordinates, take the command..."

Yuan Jie was ordered, wounded, and turned and left. My eyes fell on the last Captain Anluo.

He was the person Mo Qing recruited. This matter should be handled by Mo Qing. I glanced at him, but did not speak, but he knelt on the ground and slammed his head at me deeply: "Sect Master, An Luo Wei Lin Zi Yu, knock on the master of the door."

Huh...

Lin Ziyu.

The name is so familiar.

Lin Ziyu...Lin Ziyou...

"Ah." I suddenly understood, "You are Ziyou's brother."

He looked up in surprise: "The master...knows that Ziyou?"

After a long time, everyone is acquaintance. They are all acquaintances!