"What's going on?"
Cheng Dongfeng was a little upset.
Everyone said that the left eyelid twitched for wealth and the right for disaster, but the problem was that both his eyelids were twitching!
"I'm already a rank-seven grandmaster. There's no way I would panic for no reason … could someone really be plotting against me?"
Cheng Dongfeng rubbed his temples and filled his Thermos flask with some water and a handful of wolfberries. Then, remembering the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General, he could not help sighing, "How did Jiang He actually cultivate?"
"Rank-five advanced, turning the tables on grandmasters, and not the novice kind. How did he do it?"
After Jiang He left, Cheng Dongfeng carefully examined the scene of the battle. From the blade marks, footprints, as well as the wounds on the Earth Demon Heavenly General's glove and body, he simulated the scene of the battle in his head.
Now, whenever he closed his eyes, Cheng Dongfeng could imagine Jiang He's blade technique in his head!
"His blade technique must have been swift and swift, each slash faster and fiercer than the last. It was so fierce that the Earth Demon Heavenly General could only passively parry until he could no longer hold on and was cut into pieces!"
How many moves would a rank-seven intermediate-pinnacle grandmaster have?
And yet, he was forced to parry with all his might, with no energy left to use other moves. How frustrating was that?
Of course, that indirectly determined how powerful Jiang He's blade technique was!
"Hold on …"
Suddenly, Cheng Dongfeng's eyes widened and he muttered, "Isn't the kid adept at palm techniques? His palm technique is hard and yang, powerful and dominating, with a dragon roar shaking the skies and the silhouette of a dragon leaping into the air. It's so powerful … how could he be so adept at blade techniques? "
Cheng Dongfeng laughed coldly after some thought. "No wonder the kid kept asking Duan Tianhe how he could kill a grandmaster. It turns out that his true trump card is not his palm technique, but his blade technique."
In fact, that was exactly the effect Jiang He wanted.
You think my palm technique is powerful?
Sorry, but my blade technique is even more awesome.
You think my blade technique is my blade technique? Hehe, that's because you haven't seen my sword … What if you think my sword technique is my greatest trump card?
Well, that's even more embarrassing. I've summoned the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers in the nick of time, and that makes it eight grandmasters with the Enzo brand Transformers.
Slurp.
Hugging his Thermos cup, Cheng Dongfeng took a sip of tea and spat out the goji berries he had just swallowed, grinning. "It's fortunate that I'm cautious and didn't immediately seek revenge after ascending. Wouldn't I have been slapped in the face by that brat Jiang He … eh?"
At this thought, Cheng Dongfeng's face suddenly darkened.
The thermos in his hand shook, and a lot of water spilled out. He quickly took out his phone and called Su Ze.
Su Ze didn't pick up the call. He had already walked out of the elevator and arrived at the entrance of Cheng Dongfeng's residence.
At this moment, Su Ze's face was swollen and bruised, and he cut a sorry figure.
He directly smashed the door open and threw himself in. With a plop, he knelt at Cheng Dongfeng's feet, hugged Cheng Dongfeng's thigh, and wailed, "Martial Uncle, you must seek justice for me!"
"…"
Cheng Dongfeng was taken aback. "How did you become like this?"
Su Ze steadied his emotions for a while before seething through clenched teeth, "Martial Uncle, didn't you tell me to look for Jiang He?"
Rumble!
A bolt out of the blue!
All Cheng Dongfeng felt was a thunderclap in his head. His hand trembled, and the thermos he was holding fell to the floor, spilling red goji berries all over the floor.
Shaking, he pointed at Su Ze and asked somberly, "Did you really go?"
Su Ze was a little taken aback.
Isn't your reaction a little too much, Martial Uncle?
Is there a need to be so agitated?
Still, he nodded and said, "I went to Jinyintan Village and found Su Ze, telling him about your ascension to grandmaster. I had wanted to pick a fight with him to beat me up, which would give you a legitimate reason to get back at him, but I didn't expect that before I picked a fight with him …"
"He just laughed in disdain, saying that a rank-seven novice is nothing!"
Cheng Dongfeng did not find anything wrong with Jiang He's words. Glaring at Su Ze, he seethed, "And then?"
Su Ze simply assumed that Jiang He had angered his martial uncle, and said smugly, "I naturally couldn't stand it when he insulted you right in front of me. I pointed at his nose and scolded him so angrily that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly …"
"What happened after that?"
Su Ze's voice was much softer now, and he rubbed his face. "I felt that my words had touched his soul, but he didn't play by the rules and beat me up."
"B * stard!"
Cheng Dongfeng fiercely slammed the table, shattering the solid wood table into pieces.
Su Ze was about to say something when his vision darkened. All he saw was a size 43 shoe rapidly enlarging before his eyes —
Pow!
Cheng Dongfeng kicked Su Ze away, barking, "B * stard! Who told you to scold Jiang He?!"
"Jiang He had foiled the Sky Demon Cult's schemes multiple times, and even killed the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General, one of the seventy-two Fiends. He had done so much for the country and its people. Is he someone you can insult?"
"I … I …"
Su Ze was left dumbstruck. Clutching his face, he said pitifully, "I didn't insult Jiang He, Martial Uncle … I didn't even say anything. I was just a little too arrogant, and he beat me up."
"B * stard! Who gave you permission to be arrogant in front of Jiang He?"
Su Ze was kicked once more.
Muddleheaded, he left Cheng Dongfeng's room, his martial uncle's merciless' get lost ',' get lost ', and' the Eight Trigrams School has no retarded disciple like you 'echoing endlessly in his ears!
"What the heck?
Weren't you the one who told me to provoke Jiang He? Why aren't you helping me even after I'm done? Instead, you're beating me up and scolding me? "
Su Ze felt as if his heart was breaking.
In truth, there was no barrier between him and Jiang He since they were both youths. He had wanted to show off back then, and ended up getting beaten up instead. Though their conversations were not pleasant, there was no conflict between them in the few times he met Jiang He after that.
You told me to provoke Jiang He, only to beat me up instead?
Su Ze arrived at the gates of the Martial Arts Department (MAD) and sat down on the ground. Just as he was about to take out a cigarette, he heard two security guards whispering to each other.
The gist of it was that there was trouble at the Ningdong Mines last night.
Jiang He had killed two martial arts grandmasters of the Sky Demon Cult.
"Hehe."
Su Ze smirked. "What the hell do you know? A Martial Dao Master … What is a Martial Dao Master? Jiang He is very powerful, but killing martial arts grandmasters … eh? "
Before Su Ze could finish his sentence, he was stunned.
He suddenly remembered what Cheng Dongfeng had said before.
Jiang He had killed the Tranquil Heavenly General and the Earth Demon Heavenly General, one of the seventy-two Fiends of the Sky Demon Cult?
Thud!
The cigarette and lighter in his hands fell to the ground.
…
Meanwhile.
Jiang He was spacing out in his yard.
He was staring at the grave he had almost forgotten about. How many days had it been? And the grass on the grave was already a meter tall?
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