"Ghost Wolf is also in the Xuan Kong Realm and a sword cultivator after all. How could he..."
Zheng Chen looked horrified.
The reversal happened so unexpectedly that he had not yet reacted.
Not only did he fail to react, but everyone present looked stunned.
Liu De calmed down, took a deep look at Zheng Zhi, and then said: "Zheng Xuantong, what a fool."
Zhang San and Guan Kun, the two family heads, looked at each other and smiled, their smiles full of gloating.
"It's that sword!"
Zheng Xuantong has sharp eyes and can see through everything at a glance.
He stared at the blood-red "Sword of Judgment" in Zheng Zhi's hand, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes: "This sword is an acquired spiritual weapon."
"The day after tomorrow's spiritual soldiers?"
As soon as these words came out, countless people stared directly at the Judgment Sword, with greed in their eyes.
In a place like Zaocheng, a quasi-spiritual weapon can be regarded as a family treasure and passed down from generation to generation.
The appearance of the spiritual soldiers the day after tomorrow was as shocking as the explosion of a nuclear bomb.
However, although the celebrities here were ready to move, no one dared to act rashly.
Greed is greed, but no one is stupid.
Zheng Zhi's strength and ruthlessness are obvious to all, and no one dares to take the lead.
"If you dare to hurt the young master, I, Wolf Mountain, will fight you until death."
Sen Miao's eyes were like poisonous scorpions, staring at Zheng Zhi.
"Would you rather die than die?"
Zheng Zhi smiled faintly, and while smiling, the sword in his hand moved lightly.
"Pfft!"
Blood splattered and a head rolled to the ground.
Coincidentally, the head just rolled to Sen Miao's feet.
The severed head stared with unblinking eyes, freezing the ghost wolf's face in disbelief.
Until the moment of his death, he couldn't believe that Zheng Zhi really dared to kill him!
"It has been already."
Zheng Zhi's calm voice echoed in the hall.
There was dead silence in the hall.
Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe what they saw.
"He...he actually dared to kill me."
Liu De's throat rolled, and a chill went straight to Tianling Gai.
Sitting at the table, the sixth uncle from the City Lord's Mansion had a complex expression, even a little gloomy.
If Zheng Zhi regains his strength, wouldn't he make a stupid decision?
However, after a second thought, I quickly returned to my previous state.
While his thoughts were beating, he glanced at the young lady not far away and sighed softly...
Looking at the dead head of the young master at his feet, Sen Miao looked dull.
After a few seconds, he came back to his senses and glared at Zheng Zhi angrily, his face as ferocious as a ghost: "Zheng Zhi, I will cut you into pieces."
"boom!"
The true meaning burst out, it was a giant gray python.
"Whoosh whoosh!"
At the same time, ten gangsters rushed out and surrounded Zheng Zhi.
The long sword was unsheathed, its light flashing coldly, and its fierce eyes were like a wolf or a tiger.
Trapped in a tight siege, Zheng Zhi looked expressionless, the sword in his hand glowing with blood.
"Master Zheng, do you want to continue to wait and see?"
Sen Miao did not take action immediately, but turned his head and looked at the first Zheng Xuantong.
Although he was angry, he was not blinded by his anger.
Although his strength is higher than that of Ghost Wolf, he is not sure of victory.
"Brother Senmiao, what are you talking about?"
Zheng Xuantong stood up slowly and said: "The family is unfortunate. As the head of the family, Xuantong naturally has the responsibility to clean up the family."
As he spoke, Zheng Xuantong's body was filled with profound energy, his robes were fluttering, and he stared at Zheng Zhi with a pair of knife-like eyes: "Kneel down and commit suicide. I will spare your sister's life."
Behind him, Zheng Qingqing's delicate body trembled slightly and she hugged her brother's arm tightly.
"It's okay, brother is here."
Zheng Zhi smiled slightly and touched the little girl's head tenderly: "If the sky falls, I will hold you up."
After comforting his sister, Zheng Zhi turned his head, looked into Zheng Xuantong's eyes, and grinned: "Here comes another person to ask questions."
"How did you get the position of head of the family? You don't have any idea?"
"you wanna die!"
When the embarrassment was mentioned in public, Zheng Xuantong's eyes turned cold and murderous intent surged.
"boom!"
The next moment, Zheng Xuantong punched out.
When the fist was punched out, a strong sense of oppression enveloped the hall.
"What a strong pressure. Zheng Xuantong's cultivation level is probably only one step away from the Kongyou Realm."
Liu De took a deep breath and said in shock.
And he was definitely not the only one in the hall who was shocked.
"snort!"
Zheng Zhi snorted softly as the fist came forward.
He held the sword in his hand and thrust it out suddenly.
"boom!"
The fists and swords collided, and Zheng Xuantong was knocked back more than ten meters.
On the other hand, Zheng Zhi was content and unmoved.
Zheng Xuantong stared at Zheng Zhi in horror: "How is it possible? You have obviously lost the Fire Saint Body, how can you still explode with such fighting power?"
"Old dog, you finally admitted it."
Zheng Zhi narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Admit it? What can I admit?"
Zheng Xuantong naturally couldn't admit it, so he immediately sneered: "You beast, you have been pretending to be the Holy Body of Fire to deceive the world and steal your reputation for more than ten years. You are extremely shameless."
"Fortunately, the sky has eyes. The head of the family found out in time, and the Vice-Chancellor was wise and discerning, so my son's holy body was not buried. Zheng Zhi, what else do you have to say?"
"Zheng Xuantong, you are still as shameless as ever."
Looking at Zheng Xuantong's righteous face, Zheng Zhi was not surprised.
He had already learned deeply about the former's shamelessness.
At this time, Zheng Xuantong and Sen Miao looked at each other, and both could see the murderous intent in the other's eyes.
Just when the two were about to join forces to kill Zheng Zhi, a voice suddenly sounded: "Zheng Zhi, let's go!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment and looked for fame.
Zheng Zhi frowned and stared at the person who spoke.
I saw Zheng Chen slowly getting up and standing with his hands behind his back, his eyes like stars and a faint smile on his face, like a spring breeze.
The two looked at each other, their eyes sparkling in the air.
"How about a battle between you and me in ten days?"
Zheng Chen was the first to speak, with a smile on his face.
"It's a matter of life and death!"
Zheng Zhidao.
"Can."
Zheng Chen nodded immediately.
Zheng Zhi gave the former a cold look, took his sister, turned around and left.
"stop!"
A sharp shout came from Sen Miao's mouth.
Zheng Zhi stopped and looked at the person who spoke.
"Did I say you can leave?"
Sen Miao's face was ferocious, and his hoarse voice echoed.
Hearing this, a group of thugs started in vain, attacking Zheng Zhi's vital points with sharp knives.
Zheng Zhi's eyes turned cold and he struck out with his sword.
A gangster who was close to him was killed instantly, and the blood-red sword blade pierced his chest.
"Puff puff!"
The sword light flashed, the sword energy raged, blood spattered, and bloody heads rolled to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, not one of the ten gangsters was left.
"Crazy python power!"
The moment the tenth gangster's head fell to the ground, a loud shout came from behind Zheng Zhi.
Sen Miao punched, and above the fist, a ferocious python head loomed.
Zheng Zhi's expression changed, he turned around and slashed diagonally.
"laugh!"
The sword blade and fist collide.
Under the sword's edge, the gray python silhouette instantly collapsed, and blood spattered everywhere.
Sen Miao's clenched fist fell to the ground.
"My hand! My hand!"
Sen Miao screamed like crazy and couldn't feel the pain for a moment.
Because Zheng Zhi's sword is too sharp.
The next moment, Sen Miao knelt down and hurriedly grabbed his hand.
"What a sharp sword!"
Zheng Xuantong's face was full of astonishment: "Is this the power of acquired spiritual weapons..."
"I want to leave, you can't stop me."
After giving Sen Miao a cold look, Zheng Zhi sheathed his sword, took his sister's hand and left the hall under many dull eyes.
The surrounding elders of the Zheng Mansion looked fearful, and no one dared to stop him.
"puff!"
At this moment, Sen Miao, who had just grabbed his broken hand, suddenly stiffened.
The next moment, a sword mark appeared on his neck, and a head rolled to the ground.
Blood splattered and two big characters were formed on the ground.
"Zheng Zhi!"
Zheng Chen ignored the dead person, but looked at Zheng Zhi's leaving figure, with the corner of his mouth raised: "This letter of challenge is interesting..."