With Chu Xue carrying Zong Yuan who was tied up, the three of them continued to run towards the place where the fire started. This time, nothing happened, and they arrived in about a quarter of an hour after traveling ten miles.
Before they even got close, Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, and then raised the corners of his lips slightly. This time, they really had all the people from Tianshan.
Not only did the person he invited arrive, but even Zong Ling came uninvited. Even Zong Yuan was now in his hands.
Feeling the thought of Hu Qianqiu, he looked into the distance and smiled, Zongshou laughed, stopped the thunder and walking spirit bones, and walked over with only enough strength.
The rest of the people were aware of it at this moment and glanced over. Yin Yang and Na Lian Fan's faces shone with joy. But Hu Zhongyuan and Zong Ling's expressions were full of contempt. The latter was even more so. It was an instinctive taunt: "You actually dare to run around at this time! Zong Shou, you are truly the son of the emperor. You are so courageous that you are not afraid of dying in the hands of people from Yunxia Mountain or Flame Mountain."
Halfway through his words, he suddenly paused again and looked at Zong Yuan, who was tied up like a rice dumpling and held by Chu Xue with one hand.
After being stunned for a moment, he let out a chuckle and laughed: "Zongyuan, I didn't expect that your Purple Thunder Spear would be like this today? Wasn't it very arrogant before? Why are you so embarrassed today? How could you be caught by my cousin? , could it be that you provoked him and made him take action? Knowing that that guy is protecting my cousin, you are too stupid? "
Zong Yuan's face turned green, he hummed, and was too lazy to answer. He looked at Zong Ling as if he was stupid. He originally wanted to remind this guy to run away and spread the news. But at this time, he If you don't want to speak out anymore, you will soon cry.
Zong Shou raised his eyebrows when he heard this. He had noticed the existence of the Xuanwu Sect more than once.
I have been wondering in my heart why this man has never shown up. Why was he late when he fought with Li Xieling that day? Why did he retreat halfway?
And why even Yin Yang doesn't know the details about this Xuanwu Sect.
Listening to the words of these two people, it seems that they know something about that person. When today's matter is over, we will have to carefully examine the original sect spirit.
Especially the latter, Yun Shengcheng was very jealous, so he let him go. But today, there is no reason to let him slip away under his nose.
This guy is like a dog-skin plaster, and he can't get rid of it.
There was also Chuxue. For some reason, Chuxue became a little shy when she saw Hu Qianqiu, hiding behind Zong Shou. From time to time, she glanced at Hu Qianqiu and his son, and he was secretly surprised by the hesitation in his eyes. However, he was secretly surprised. At this time, there is no time to investigate the reason.
His thoughts were mixed for a moment, and Zong Shou concentrated his thoughts again. Looking at the sixty-year-old man on the roof of the car, he knew without distinguishing that this man must be Zong Weiran's right-hand man, the second strongest in Qiantian Mountain The tiger will last forever.
No matter the appearance or aura, it was exactly the same as in his memory of those thirteen years.
At this moment, a tyrannical thought came over. Zong Shou was calm, his eyes were calm, he looked at Hu Qianqiu, and then he slightly bowed his head and said: "Uncle Hu is well! I will work for you thousands of miles in the day and night." It must have been very hard for Uncle Tiger to come all the way here, and Zong Shou is grateful!"
"We haven't seen you for three years. The prince's manners and etiquette are quite decent! Speaking of hard work, no matter how hard Hu Qianqiu works, he can't suffer as much as Yin Yang."
Seeing that Zong Shou was not taken away by his aura, Hu Qianqiu was a little surprised, but after taking a look up and down, his face darkened. He still had no inner breath at all, and no soul power at all.
Speaking of which, how could he practice cultivation with a body with two channels? Even if he changed to practice the soul thought and spiritual method, it would be equally difficult. He should not have had hope in the first place.
Suppressing the disappointment in his heart, Hu Qianqiu stood up and bowed solemnly: "Hu Qianqiu has met His Highness the Crown Prince! I wonder what the Crown Prince has to do with you?"
Hu Zhongyuan couldn't help but frown. He couldn't bear to see his father being so respectful, especially in front of Zong Ling next to him.
How could this son be so virtuous as to be able to accept such a great courtesy from his father? However, Hu Qianqiu looked at him closely. He also stood up and bowed reluctantly, but his expression was cold and his eyes were cold.
The gaze was like a knife, cutting directly, and also conveying an ordinary warning. Zong Shou smiled when he saw this and didn't care at all.
"I invite Uncle Hu to come over this time. I really have two things to trouble you. The first one is that I, Zong Shou, will decide on the position of the Demon King of Qiantian Mountain. How can my father's inheritance fall into the hands of others? Please still ask. Uncle Tiger, give me a helping hand!"
Hu Qianqiu's tiger body immediately trembled slightly, and his face was full of surprise. But Hu Zhongyuan only felt that his chest was about to explode with anger. He was so angry that no matter how handsome he was, the old man beside him sneered: "My lord, you still have to do it." Are you really capable of this? You really don’t know how to advance or retreat! You are just a useless person, and you are also a half-demon. Even if the position of Demon King is given to you, how can you still sit on it? The foundation of Qiantian Mountain is yours alone. Creation, but it is also related to the life and death of hundreds of tribes in the mountain city. Do we really want to be annihilated by those people from Yunxia Mountain and Lieyan Mountain before we are willing to give up?"
Zong Ling also smiled and spit out a piece of bone in his mouth, with an indifferent expression: "If you want to take the position of Demon King, just take it. No one is coming to compete with you? At the moment, neither my brother nor Zongyang Grand Master Yuan , I don’t even mean to argue with you, I really don’t know what to say! My cousin, it’s not your fault that you can’t practice, but my sect spirit really didn’t expect that your mind is so stupid.”
Hu Qianqiu's face was distorted for a while, extremely ferocious, and his murderous intent was fully revealed. After a moment, he sighed secretly, and his expression returned to calm.
However, Zong Ling's words had not yet finished. Zong Yuan over there suddenly let out a loud laugh, extremely wild, long-lasting, and full of endless ridicule.
Zong Ling's words were interrupted, and he felt a little displeased. He wondered if Zong Yuan was crazy? He kept laughing. He was upset when he heard that, so he simply threw a meat bone in the past: "Why are you laughing? What’s so funny, I think your Purple Thunder Gun is also stupid!”
The bone flew through the air with real force, causing a roar. Chuxue had no intention of blocking Zongyuan, and let the fleshy bone hit him in the face.
Zong Yuan seemed not to feel any pain. His laughter stopped and his voice turned cold: "Zong Ling, do you remember that day in Yunsheng City? Who was the fool at the end of that day? The same thing happened today. Ridiculous. If you are scolding me so much now, you will know later who the really stupid and stupid person is! I just hope you don’t cry out then, Zong Ling! Hehe, even an ant dares to laugh at a giant elephant. Short! That’s all, I, Zongyuan, am actually very different from you. I’m equally ridiculous and pathetic. I’m too lazy to talk about you one by one.”
The words behind his words were full of frustration. Everyone present was confused and confused for a while.
Only Yin Yang showed an ordinary smile on his face. Lian Fan shook his head slightly, showing his ordinary disdain.
Apart from these two people, only Feng Xiao's heart tightened, and he subconsciously felt that something was not right.
And Zong Ling sneered even more, not caring at all about Zong Yuan's words, just treating them as the barking of a mad dog.
All his cousin could rely on was the severely injured Xuanwu Sect. How much trouble could this person create, even if he himself was in danger of losing his sword?
Hu Qianqiu was in a heavy heart. He prepared some words and then shook his head lightly: "Your Highness, the reason why I, Hu Qianqiu, am still helpless after my disappearance, and why I rushed here within these ten days and nights, is because I cherish the kindness of your Majesty. If the Crown Prince only says these few words, I will ask the Iron Tiger clan one by one."
Before he finished speaking, Zong Shou suddenly waved his sleeve: "Whether Uncle Tiger agrees to this, we will talk about it later! I have a second thing here, and I want Uncle Tiger!"
With a flash of cold light, Zong Shou suddenly took the Thunder Tooth Sword into his hand again. The small golden body also covered it again, causing the sword body to turn silver instantly, pointing at the Fanyun Car in the distance.
"I have long heard that Uncle Hu is a martial arts expert who is second only to my father in the Qiantian Mountains. He is especially good at the Tiger Sword. Today, Zong Shou has taken the liberty of asking my uncle for advice!"
When the words fell, everyone present fell silent. They stared at Zongshou in disbelief.
It is simply unbelievable that the words just spoken came from Zong Shou.
Zongyuan couldn't help but catch his eye, he knew that the final situation would be like this.
Then he opened his eyes wide and stared hard. He thought that it would be good to watch what must be an extremely exciting battle before he died.
Zong Ling also forgot to chew the meat in his mouth, his mouth was wide open and he could not close it.
This Zongshou has no inner breath at all, but he dares to challenge Hu Qianqiu, the Xuanwu Sect. Could it be that he heard wrong? Hu Zhongyuan also looked at a loss, wondering why this Zongshou would make such a proposal?
Hu Qianqiu raised his brows and his expression became cold. He took a closer look at Zong Shou again, his eyes filled with concentration. After thinking for a moment, he said indifferently: "Your Majesty, are you serious? Do you know that I, Hu Qianqiu, have always been ruthless with my sword? !When the time comes, I, Hu Qianqiu, may not be able to hold back."
Zong Shou stopped talking and looked straight at him. Although there was still no breath leaking from his body, his mind entered into a state of extreme tranquility and profound mystery.
There were no distracting thoughts in his mind, and his whole body and the sword in his hand seemed to be one body at this moment.
The rest of the people here were unaware. However, Hu Qianqiu's eyes lit up, and the warm-blooded heartbeat in his chest that was already as cold as ice began to surge again.
The half-demon boy in front of him, the son of Wei Ran, at this moment, actually has a sword and a will!
"Idiot, hurry up and get my knife!"
There was a sudden loud shout, and when Hu Zhongyuan looked stunned and showed no reaction, Hu Qianqiu cursed secretly, jumped up directly, and jumped to a horse riding the wind not far away.
Wow!
Following this clear sound, a long knife about seven feet long, with hook teeth on the back, was suddenly drawn out of its sheath.