Shi Sheng was dumbfounded as he watched the Wufeng Mountain collapse. Why did it collapse again?!
[It's all because of the host.] How dare he ask why it collapsed again?
"What does it have to do with me? I've struck mountains before. Why didn't they collapse? "Shi Sheng couldn't help but roll his eyes. It must be because the mountains in this world were weak.
[Please, host. This mountain is full of traps. It's very fragile. If you strike it again, what can it do if it doesn't collapse?!] It can even go to the sky!
Shi Sheng: "…"
So this plane could collapse mountains just because of a disagreement?
Then let's just collapse a few more.
[…] I don't know if I should curse.
Just as Shi Sheng was watching the collapse of the Wufeng Mountain, a group of people flew over and surrounded them.
Ziwei Gongzi, dressed in snow-white clothes, stepped on the shoulders of the Ziwei Villa disciples. He emitted a cold immortal aura and landed in front of them very pretentiously.
"Have the people of the Ziwei Villa learned how to rob people?" Wang Shu sneered. His eyes were full of disdain and dislike for Ziwei Gongzi.
"Wuying, hand over Yi Zheng." Ziwei Gongzi didn't respond to Wang Shu's words. He went straight to the point.
"I found him. You want him?" Wang Shu raised his eyebrows playfully. "I'd rather kill him than leave him to you."
Ziwei Gongzi's expression changed slightly. There was a hint of nervousness in his cold eyes. Obviously, he felt that Wang Shu was a man of his words.
Ziwei Gongzi paused for a few seconds. "Let's make a deal."
Wang Shu laughed out loud. The mockery in his tone was even stronger. "A scum like me wouldn't dare to make a deal with you."
Shi Sheng didn't want to listen to their nonsense. He stepped on the Iron Sword and dragged Wang Shu up. With a whoosh, they flew into the sky.
Ziwei Gongzi: "…"
They knew qinggong, but they couldn't fly so high with a whoosh.
Also, the Iron Sword was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it was already out of sight.
"Village Lord, that sword …"
Ziwei Gongzi waved his hand. The people behind him immediately fell silent. He looked into the sky and didn't speak for a long time.
"Manor Lord, Shadowless got there first. What should we do now?" The people behind couldn't help but ask.
"It's useless even if you have Yi Zheng," Young Master Ziwei said coldly. Then, he turned around and left using his Qinggong.
The people of Ziwei Villa looked at each other.
But without Yi Zheng … it would be even more useless.
…
Shi Sheng returned to the previous courtyard. Xiao Li was in the middle of ordering people to transport the last box of gold back to the Dead Spirit City. Seeing that Shi Sheng had returned, she excitedly rushed forward, "City Lord, you're back? How is it? Do you know who captured them? "
Shi Sheng slid down from the Iron Sword. "I don't know."
"Hey, City Lord, did you really snatch back the bandit chief's wife?" Xiao Li saw Wang Shu and immediately threw the previous question to the back of her mind.
Wang Shu: "…"
What did he mean by snatching back the mistress of the stronghold?
Was there a wife as handsome as her?
"Get to work." Shi Sheng glared at her.
Xiao Li stuck out her tongue and removed the trouble on the Iron Sword, "What is this thing? Why is it moving? "
"Human."
Xiao Li's expression stiffened. "… City Lord, are we going to start a kidnapping business now?"
The City Lord had clearly said before that he didn't want to do kidnapping business because he thought it was troublesome.
Shi Sheng continued to glare at her. Xiao Li touched her head and dragged the sack to the room next door.
Shi Sheng looked at Wang Shu, who was still sitting on the Iron Sword. "I'll get the person back for you. For the next month, stay by my side obediently. Do you understand?"
In his time alone, he must deal with this idiot.
"Why not?" Wang Shu smiled frivolously.
Wang Shu stayed in the small courtyard like this. He spent a few hours every day going to Yi Zheng's room, but it was obvious that the conversation was not very pleasant. Wang Shu did not get the information he wanted.
On the contrary, the outside world was in an uproar.
Wufeng Mountain suddenly collapsed. Many of those Jianghu people were buried under it, but a few days later, some people came out. They were lucky to find a passage that did not collapse.
This passage may have been left for the people who built that place to escape, so it was much more secretive than ordinary passages.
But there were also people trapped inside. The Jianghu people worked together to dig the mountain. Saving people was the most important thing.
The mountain collapsed. They dug for several days before they found one person, but that person was already dead. The deeper they dug, the more corpses there were. Most people were dead, and only a few people were found alive.
It was too time-consuming to dig later, and so much time had passed. It was impossible for the people below to be alive, so everyone gave up digging.
Now that they were free, they finally had the time to gather together to discuss who had captured them and why they had been captured.
However, no one knew that the people who caught them all masked their faces. After they were locked up, there were only people patrolling every day. There was no leader at all.
This matter was like a mystery.
There was no news about why Wufeng Mountain collapsed. Instead, there was another news in the Jianghu.
Qing Yuan, the City Lord of the Dead Spirit City, was very likely to have an evil sword.
There were three famous evil swords in the Jianghu. They were Ni Yuan, Ghost Weep, and Wind Mark.
These three evil swords were not from the same period, but they had set off a bloody storm in the Jianghu. The famous righteous sects disdained them, but because of their powerful power, many people in the Jianghu still flocked to them.
They were accompanied by killing, blood, and death.
It was rumored that the City Lord of the Dead Spirit City, Qing Yuan's sword was one of the three great evil swords, Ghost Weep.
As for why they were so sure, no one knew.
"City Lord, is your sword really Ghost Weep?" After Xiao Li finished gossiping, she began to gossip about Shi Sheng's sword. "I heard that Ghost Weep is the most powerful of the three great evil swords."
"How powerful?"
Xiao Li said, "Oh." She only heard that it was the most powerful, but she really didn't know how powerful it was.
"Once Ghost Weep is used, all ghosts will weep, and even Gods and Buddhas will fear it." Wang Shu's voice came from outside the door. A purple figure flashed in, and in the blink of an eye, he was sitting next to Shi Sheng. "It's a very powerful sword."
"So powerful?" Shi Sheng raised his eyebrows.
Wang Shu smiled and supported his chin. "Ni Yuan and Wind Mark are very powerful, but it depends on who is in their hands. In the hands of ordinary people, they are just puppets controlled by them. In my hands …"
"How?"
"Dominating the Jianghu is a piece of cake." Wang Shu said narcissistically.
"Dominating the Jianghu?"
Wang Shu glanced at Shi Sheng from the corner of his eyes. "Isn't that enough?"
Shi Sheng slammed the Iron Sword on the table and said boldly and arrogantly, "Dominating the world with it is not a problem."
Wang Shu reached out and took the Iron Sword. He kept looking at Shi Sheng from the corner of his eyes, but Shi Sheng didn't react. He took the Iron Sword in his hand. It was very light, as if he wasn't holding the sword at all.
However, every time he saw her swing the sword, it seemed to be very heavy.
"What's this sword called?" Wang Shu's fingertips brushed across the Iron Sword. The uneven ancient pattern under his fingertips was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.
Shi Sheng smiled. "Misfortune."
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