Hearing Hsu Fengnian's arrogant words, the woman was like a fox demon coming out of an ancient temple deep in the mountain. Her delicate hand pushed away the pale green youth in her bosom, who was as handsome as a woman. She held her chest and pretended to be resentful. Her charming eyes were like silk as she said, "Nujia doesn't mind Gongzi becoming the Cult Leader, but nujia's words carry little weight, I can't keep my word."
Hsu Fengnian's horsemanship was exquisite, even if he did not wave the whip with both hands in his sleeves, the warhorse still stopped as if it had a tacit understanding. With a mocking smile he asked, "Your Devil Cult has dominated the Jianghu for a hundred years, but your vitality was greatly damaged by Qi Xuanzhen alone. For the last several decades you have been like a stray dog. I heard that even the second-rate schools dare to ride on your head and defecate and piss. What good will it do for me to be the Cult Leader who doesn't live up to the name? Don't tell me I have to pay for your basic necessities? Look, your Auntie can't even afford to buy thick clothes. And that poor man holding the copper ball, his upper body is bare. And then there's that parrot behind him, let me see, its breed is not good. It's a primrose that costs only several hundred taels of silver. If it were me, if I wasn't the Xi Fei, who can't be bought with a hundred taels of gold, how could I have the face to roam the Jianghu? "
Hu Chunya rolled her eyes and angrily said, "This fellow really doesn't know life from death. He's a jinx! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have run into this group of big devil heads. "
The fox-like woman who was called Auntie smiled sweetly and sweetly said, "Auntie is too poor to wear warm clothes, but don't I still have you, Gongzi? Let's go back and find a mandarin duck brocade quilt to cover ourselves. We'll be honest with each other and snuggle for warmth."
Hu Chunya, whose face was flushed, spat with all her strength, 'What a shameless slut.' The handsome youth in the woman's bosom seemed to have knocked over a jar of vinegar, but without waiting for him to speak, the plump woman quietly stretched out her hand and dug her nails into his cheek. The pain was so severe that he immediately kept quiet out of fear. The woman was looking at Hsu Fengnian with a face full of spring, but as soon as she turned her gaze, she quickly turned to glare at the young girl Hu Chunya with a cold murderous intent. She lifted her sleeves and rolled up a strand of hair on her temples. A beautiful butterfly appeared in front of Hu Chunya's eyes. The young girl was pleasantly surprised, but without thinking, she wanted to grab this adorable plaything with her fingers. However, Zhou Qinghu, who was beside her, quickly pulled out his Qinghong Sword and slashed the butterfly into two halves. However, the butterfly that should have died did not fall to the ground. Instead, one died and the other two came back to life, turning into two butterflies that fluttered their wings and pounced towards the young girl. Only now did Hu Chunya realize the severity of the situation and hurriedly reined in the horse to retreat. Zhou Qinghu's expression was grave, he changed from slashing to slapping. The sword collided with the butterfly, unexpectedly producing two muffled 'peng' sounds. The butterfly did not die, it bounced back several feet and leisurely returned. The woman laughed so hard that her chest shook violently. She looked more and more like a fox spirit that had cultivated into a spirit. She reminded with a smile, "This maiden who uses a sword, even if an ordinary sword can cut through iron like mud, it can't kill the Laughing Silly Butterfly that I've carefully raised. If it's not a Taoist sword, don't waste your energy. A good girl like you shouldn't practice the sword. Don't you know that all the men in the world have swords hanging on their waists? That sword is the real good sword. Alas, it's a pity that you haven't tasted it and don't know how powerful it is. After tasting it a few times, you'll definitely feel like dying. You'll tactfully beg for mercy and willingly admit defeat. "
The woman turned her head to look at Hsu Fengnian and asked, "Young master, don't you think so?"
The leader of the horsemen said flatly, "Enough."
The woman playing with the butterfly immediately shut her mouth. The horseman who had the least presence of an expert in the Devil Cult looked at Hsu Fengnian and said, "I'm Lu Ling Gui, the Right Protector of the so-called Devil Cult. This time, I'm under the orders of the cult leader to welcome young master into the cult."
Hsu Fengnian laughed and said, "Zhulu Mountain has been without a leader for more than sixty years. How come there's a new master? The Zhulu Mountain is like a temple, with two kings and four dukes and marquises. The six of them have always boasted of being external demons, and you Protectors are merely lackeys who serve them tea and water. It seems like the Zhulu Mountain's sincerity is not enough. "
Lu Ling Gui, the Devil Cult's Protector, did not get angry. He said calmly, "As long as young master enters the mountain, you can be directly conferred the title of marquis if nothing unexpected happens. As long as you make a great contribution to Zhulu Mountain in the future, the day of being conferred the title of king is just around the corner."
It seemed that this was the first time that the horsemen behind Lu Ling Gui heard about this. When they looked at Hsu Fengnian again, their eyes were filled with sincere envy and respect. Even the old man in brocade clothes who was dozing off suddenly opened his eyes. When the Devil Cult was at its peak, it was rumored that there were thirty thousand people. There were many talents and experts. It was said that they could compete with a small country. The Jianghu sixty years ago was the history of the Righteous Faction fighting with Zhulu Mountain to the death. Almost seventy to eighty percent of the Wulin Alliance Chiefs in history died in the hands of the Devil Cult. After one died, another was elected, one after another. Later, this popular position became a chicken rib that all the Jianghu people knew well.
Cao Changqing's drunken shouting and taking off his boots, Li Chungang's sword, Đồng Thái's donkey riding to see the world, and Wang Xianzhi's second in the world. These outstanding figures gave the younger generation the feeling that there were so many beauties in Jianghu. Every time they thought about it, their minds would waver. As for the big and small demons involved with Zhulu Mountain, they seemed to have a lot of bad deeds. They either drank people's hearts and livers, plucked yin to nourish yang, or killed an entire family with a snap of their fingers. This was especially true for the past leaders of Zhulu Mountain and the six Sky Demons. It seemed that it wasn't enough to dominate Jianghu. They also wanted to conquer the world. When the Central Plains lost the deer, all the heroes in the world would chase after it. This was the meaning of Zhulu Mountain. When Xu Xiao led the Iron Horse into Jianghu, the target of his attack was Zhulu Mountain, which was shrouded in clouds and fog. It was said that the mountain had been accumulating gold and silver for hundreds of years. It was so rich that it could rival a country. Unfortunately, the Beiliang cavalry stopped at Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Hsu Fengnian was absent-minded for a while, so the spirit turtle didn't rush him. However, the brute with the bronze ball who was ridiculed by Hsu Fengnian didn't have the leisure to wait for the cold in the winter. He raised his palm high above his head and lifted the huge bronze ball weighing hundreds of kilograms. He shouted angrily and threw it at the pretty boy with a disgusting smile. The bronze ball was as heavy as a mountain. Yuan Zuozong rushed out with an iron spear in his right hand. He waved his left hand and easily knocked away the bronze ball. One man, one horse and one spear galloped forward. The spirit turtle was a little annoyed and didn't care about Yuan Zuozong's ability to knock away the heavy bronze ball. But when he rushed forward with a spear in his hand, the spirit turtle became serious. The woman who was playing with butterflies was the first to dodge. Obviously, she didn't want to join in the fun. The spirit turtle wanted to test the white-haired young man's real strength. After a little hesitation, it reined its horse and dodged. The other horses did the same. So, only Yuan Zuozong was left to confront the man who lost the bronze ball.
The brute sneered to boost his courage. The muscles in his arms swelled up like dragons. He was about to grab the spear with his bare hands. However, the next moment, his body was suspended in the air.
The spear penetrated the brute's strong body. Not only that, but the huge force also knocked him off the horse and lifted him in the air. The strong brute fell to the ground and died.
Yuan Zuozong with the spear turned his horse around in the encirclement of the demons. No one dared to provoke him.
Hu Chunya opened her mouth in horror.
That's it?
Shouldn't the demons beat the white-haired young man until he was rolling on the ground?
Xu Zhan's eyes were strange. There was an ancient saying in Jianghu that said three parts of the stick technique and seven parts of the spear. The stick, the stick and the spear were all connected. Generally speaking, the spear was a line, and the circle was wonderful. The stick could hit a large area, and it was like torrential rain. Xu Zhan had been immersed in the stick technique for many years. His father's generation was famous in this area. For the casual spear of Yuan Zuozong, there was nothing unusual about it. However, Xu Zhan knew the meaning of this spear. It was the peak state of the Observing Skill Scripture of his father, Xu Dachu. People who practiced martial arts were always confused by the dense and complicated moves in the secret manuals. However, once they crossed the threshold and broke through the paper window, it became easier and easier to understand. There was no need to memorize many words, and there was no need to use hundreds of fancy moves. When a master faced an enemy, life and death were often decided. The living would have a bad reputation, and the dead would be reincarnated.
The spirit turtle was indifferent to the dead man. He praised indifferently, "No wonder you are known as the most powerful General Yuan Baixiong on the Spring and Autumn Horse."
Yuan Zuozong pulled the spear and retreated slowly. He was unparalleled.
Even Hu Chunya, a girl who was obsessed with insignificant things, was in a trance. He was so cool and unrestrained. She continued to curse in her heart. It was really a pity that such a valiant hero was actually a servant of someone who only knew how to talk fast.
Hsu Fengnian laughed, "Fortunately, Wang Xiaoping of Wudang is not here. Otherwise, none of you can leave."
As he spoke, a middle-aged Taoist with a brand new peach wood sword appeared behind the twenty riders.
After the battle in Divine Martial Arts City, the elusive Wudang Sword Maniac had set up a formation as if he was the oriole behind the mantis.
Hsu Fengnian laughed shamelessly, "I said I was a jinx. Sure enough, it comes true every time."
The Taoist was one foot tall, and the devil was ten feet tall. But today, the Taoist was three thousand feet tall.
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