Chapter 259 Something happened on the mountain and I want to go back to the peak
Everyone was shocked that this domineering and famous old monster Xingxiu died like this!
"Master Xiaoyao has incomparable magical power, unparalleled magical skills, and is the best in the world!"
"Old monster Xingxiu, a clown who dares to use his arms as a chariot, is just asking for his own death!"
"The Xiaoyao Sect is powerful in the Central Plains, and its leader is invincible in the world! The young ones are willing to join us in good faith and serve their masters as hard as they can!"
Seeing Ding Chunqiu's death, gongs rang loudly twice, trumpets, bells and drums came to the rescue. The disciples of the Xingxiu Sect changed their words of congratulations and recited them loudly.
Many people rushed to the front, knelt on the ground, and begged Jingzhou to take him under his wing.
"this..."
"Is this really Ding Chunqiu's disciple?"
Before, he was the old fairy Xingxiu, with boundless magic power. In the blink of an eye, he was changed into the old monster Xingxiu, seeking his own death!
When my master died, not only was he not sad, his face was three points more joyful than when Ding Chunqiu was alive.
If everyone hadn't understood the ins and outs of the matter, they would have thought that the dead Ding Chunqiu was the biggest enemy of these Xingxiu Sect disciples.
Today everyone has finally seen what it means to be shameless!
Jingzhou couldn't say he disliked the Xingxiu Sect. After all, the Xingxiu Sect was considered a branch of the Xiaoyao Sect.
Jing Zhou thought for a moment and said to Wu Laodao, "These people will be under your control so that they can be restrained."
Wu Laoda nodded repeatedly, patted his chest and said, "Young master, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of them."
"If these people can be taken in by the Young Master, I don't know how many blessings they have gained in their previous lives!"
Upon hearing this, all the Xingxiu disciples were overjoyed and kowtowed several times on the ground. They were extremely proud and stood behind Wu Laoda with great pride, not paying attention to the heroes present.
Jingzhou grabbed a green bamboo on the side, took out a handful of bamboo leaves, and shot them towards the eight friends of Hangu who were tied up on the ground.
The originally ordinary leaf was like a sharp blade, piercing the air and making a sound, cutting off the ropes on the eight people.
This skill was truly ingenious to the extreme, and everyone who saw it was in admiration. The old Shaolin monk, who was surrounded by dozens of monks, whispered: "I originally thought that no one in this world could be better than Senior Brother Abbot in martial arts, but now I see
Come on, this young man’s skills are probably not as good as those of my senior brothers, or even worse.”
"If there is one more Xiaoyao sect at this time, the balance in the world will be broken. If this happens, I don't know whether it is good or bad."
Jingzhou turned around and said to Su Xinghe: "I don't have many people in my Xiaoyao sect. My senior brother expelled a few of them in the early years. It was just because of Ding Chunqiu that we should take a few of them back to the gate now."
Su Xinghe trembled and said excitedly: "Thank you, Master!"
"Why don't you guys come quickly and thank the leader!"
When the eight friends of Hangu heard this, their faces were filled with joy, and their excitement was uncontrollable!
They never thought that one day they would return to their sect!
Eight people knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Thank you, Master!"
"It turned out to be Divine Doctor Xue!"
"And Qinxian Kanglao!"
Previously, the eight brothers Kang Guangling were tied up and their heads were covered with black cloths, but no one recognized them.
Unexpectedly, these two famous people were actually members of the Xiaoyao Sect and the young man’s nephew!
Could it be that that young man is really an old monster?
Whether it is Ding Chunqiu or the deaf-mute old man, he is in his sixties or seventies. As their junior brother, he is not too young. This can explain why the young man's martial arts is so high!
Many people present nodded secretly, feeling that they had discovered the answer. It turned out to be this.
Although the whispers around him were low, they were clearly audible in Jingzhou's ears. He shook his head and smiled dumbly. He didn't pay attention to the comments of a group of people, but said to Su Xinghe: "Brother, Ding Chunqiu is already here."
Death, this is the end of the matter, junior brother will return to Piaomiao Peak."
Su Xinghe asked: "How many more days will the leader stay?"
At this time, Su Xinghe admired the man in front of him extremely, and when he heard that Jing Zhou wanted to leave, he felt full of reluctance.
Jingzhou had been delayed for a long time on Leigu Mountain. Counting the days, the day for Child Elder's return to childhood was coming soon.
Even before he returned to Lingjiu Palace, Jing Zhou could still think of his master jumping on his feet and scolding him.
He didn't dare to delay any longer. Besides, now that he had the leader's thumb, it was time to resolve the grudges between the three elders of Xiaoyao.
"Junior brother, I have other important matters. After I finish dealing with them, I will make tea with my senior brother and discuss the truth."
When Mr. Wu heard this, he immediately turned around and saw that he had a fierce look on his face. He carefully pulled the person in front of him away and yelled, "Damn it, didn't you hear that my young master is going down the mountain?"
"Get away now!"
"Things with no eyes, get out of here!"
It may not be possible to do anything else, but he is very familiar with his old job. He kicked a person away, but he cleared a path in a moment.
A group of disciples of the Xingxiu Sect followed behind Mr. Wu and shouted in unison, with loud gongs and drums. Hearing this, Mr. Wu felt as if he was in a daze. He just felt that his young master had great ideas and accepted these disciples of the Xingxiu Sect as his disciples.
Boss Wu thought to himself: "Damn it, this old guy Ding Chunqiu still has some skills to train a disciple like this." He straightened up and felt that there was indescribable strength and energy in his body.
His spirit is even better than before.
"Come on, Yuyan, I will take you to meet your grandma!"
After Jingzhou and his party left, the others on Leigu Mountain had no intention of staying. They bid farewell to Su Xinghe and the others and left in a hurry.
The events that happened today are becoming more and more serious, and many people are planning to spread these things out as soon as possible.
On the second day, several pieces of news spread across the world.
The notorious Ding Chunqiu was killed.
There is actually a sect called Xiaoyao Sect in this world.
The leader of Xiaoyao Sect has unparalleled martial arts skills and can kill the old monster Xingxiu with two moves!
That day, as soon as Jingzhou and the others arrived at the foot of the sky, they heard the tinkling of camel bells in the distance.
Yue Laosan rolled his eyes and shouted: "Damn it, people in this place actually ride camels. But this is a strange thing. Could it be that all the horses are dead?"
"Yue Laosan, what are you talking about again? If you talk nonsense again, your hair will be burned!"
Being threatened by Ju Jianyi, the South China Sea Crocodile quickly closed his mouth and lowered his head to look at the horse's tail.
This little girl's martial arts skills are extremely high. One of her can fight him on par with him, or even be a head higher than him. If four of them attack together, he can't even take two moves.
A few days ago, he just said a few words and was punished by four people. Now his butt still hurts terribly.
Ding-dang-ding-dang, dozens of camels came over in a short while.
"My maid respectfully welcomes the young master back to the mountain!"
The girls on the camel jumped off the camel, took a few steps forward, and prostrated themselves on the ground.
"We're home. Master is probably going to curse at this moment, hahaha."
All the maids were kneeling on the ground, not daring to speak.