"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Zhao." Yan Shi nodded slightly, then glanced at the disciples around him, "You should all leave too. I want to talk to Luo Xing alone."
"Yes." Many disciples agreed together and walked out in a crowd.
Zhao Zheng blended into the crowd, left the living room, and returned to his room. He was somewhat unwilling to be able to kill Luo Xing directly, but this was the territory of Qishimen, and everything was decided by Qishimen. No matter how unwilling he was, he couldn't be reconciled.
We have no choice but to wait for Yan Shi's ruling tomorrow.
Luo Xing's life is now completely in Yan Shi's hands. Yan Shi's one thought will determine Luo Xing's life or death.
Yan Shi seems to be a very sensible person and the leader of a faction. If he confirms that Luo Xing has committed those evil deeds, he should hand Luo Xing over to Zhao Zheng. After all, no one wants to offend a powerful warrior. The only one
The problem lies in the lack of evidence. Even with the testimony just now, it can't explain anything.
However, regardless of whether Yan Shi agrees to hand over Luo Xing or not, Zhao Zheng will not let Luo Xing go. Even if Yan Shi wants to protect Luo Xing as the leader, Zhao Zheng will find another way.
For no other reason than Ma An's mother, Zhao Zheng couldn't let Luo Xing go. The dead old man was too innocent.
That night, Zhao Zheng entered the Alchemy Room dungeon again and rushed to refine the Gengyang Golden Pill. He was eager to refine this elixir to speed up his practice. In the past two days, he spent all the opportunities to enter the Alchemy Room dungeon on the Alchemy Room dungeon and other dungeons.
He didn't go once. The next morning, he entered the alchemy room dungeon for the tenth time. Each time he entered the dungeon, he could stay for twelve hours, which is a whole day. After ten times, it was exactly ten days before the alchemy was finished.
day.
Zhao Zheng held a huge iron tong, clamped the lid of the gourd-shaped alchemy furnace from a distance, and opened it. A golden light burst out from it, showing off dazzlingly, and illuminated Zhao Zheng's face. Zhao Zheng
Leaning forward to take a look, a stream of hot air sprayed on his face, and the tips of his hair curled slightly under the heat.
In the alchemy furnace, a disc-shaped mold lies quietly in it, with heat lingering on it and red light suddenly flowing. There are many round protrusions on the mold, and each protrusion is wrapped with a Gengyang Golden Pill.
There are three such molds, and together they contain sixty-six Gengyang Golden Pills, which is enough for Zhao Zheng to use for half a year.
[Tip: The host successfully refined Gengyang Golden Pill × 66 in the alchemy room copy. Do you want to transfer it to the system warehouse? 】
Zhao Zheng finally got the coveted Gengyang Golden Pill, and was naturally overjoyed. He directly chose Yes. The light in the mold flickered, and those Gengyang Golden Pills must have been transferred to the warehouse.
He still had two opportunities to enter the dungeon today. After exiting the alchemy room, he directly entered the Nawu Quiet Room, intending to experiment with the effect of using the Gengyang Golden Pill.
The Gengyang Golden Pill is dark golden in color, mixed with some curved textures, and looks like a darker golden ball. In addition to being used for practicing martial arts, this thing can also be sold directly, and its value is about
It is equivalent to gold. But if you sell it, it would be a waste of money.
Zhao Zheng placed the Gengyang Golden Pill in front of him, sat down cross-legged, and started practicing with the Nine Meridians and Six Yuan Meridians. His internal energy traveled among the meridians, penetrated from his fingertips, and landed on the Gengyang Golden Pill, absorbing the precious essence from it.
Jin Yuan. He only felt a surging power coming from his fingertips. Its surging intensity was far greater than absorbing the exquisite stone, and it was better than he expected.
Assuming that the gold yuan in ordinary gold and silver is ten, the gold yuan in Linglong Stone is one hundred, then the gold yuan in Gengyang Golden Pill is two hundred!
It takes a long time to absorb the gold element from ordinary gold and silver, but it is much faster to absorb it from the Gengyang Golden Pill. It didn't take long for the gold element to condense into a ball and float in the Dantian, like a golden elf. .
Zhao Zheng was so happy that he actually laughed out loud during the practice, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He crushed the gold in his Dantian and integrated it into his own internal strength, which resulted in a significant improvement. He had not enjoyed this for a long time. With such a rapid cultivation speed, and with this momentum, it will take about two years to reach the fifth heaven.
If these two years are converted into two years, in reality it only takes a few months, but it only takes a blink of an eye. By that time, it will be just in time to catch up with the battle for Zichu Sword.
After the hard training, Zhao Zheng exited the Nawu Quiet Room refreshed. There was a wonderful sense of fullness in his body, which was brought about by the internal force in his Dantian. It was the same as before. For example, this sense of fullness has undergone some subtle changes. Originally, his internal energy was like flowing water on a small bridge, very gentle, but now his internal energy is like the sparks produced when swords intersect, with a sharp energy.
After breakfast, the disciples of Qishi Sect found Zhao Zheng and sent a message for the leader, asking Zhao Zheng to go to the living room to talk. They must have achieved results in dealing with Luo Xing.
Zhao Zheng straightened his collar and clothes, walked proudly to the living room of Heshi Pavilion, knocked on the door a few times, and then pushed the door open and entered.
There were five people sitting in the living room, of course the leader was Yan Shi, and the other four were all important hall masters in the Qishi Sect. Luo Xing was not in the room.
After a few simple greetings, Zhao Zheng went straight to the point and asked: "Senior, one day has passed, what are you going to do with Luo Xing?"
"Mr. Zhao, when I interrogated Luo Xingduo alone yesterday, he still made the same statement, claiming that he had never killed anyone, and that you had killed his family. However, there were many discrepancies in his words, which everyone has seen before. , so I don’t believe what he said.” Yan Shi replied seriously.
"Senior has a sharp gaze. How could Luo Xing's little trick be hidden from you? Since you don't believe him, just leave him to me."
"It's not that simple. After all, Luo Xing is from Qishimen. Even if I don't believe what he said, I can't leave it to you so easily. Otherwise, outsiders will think that I, Qishimen, are easy to bully. Although I, Qishimen, am an insignificant little Even if you are a sect, you have to worry about face. As the saying goes, a person has a face, and a tree has a bark. We live in the secular world, and naturally we cannot avoid being vulgar."
"What does senior mean?"
"I have drawn two paths for you. One is to resolve the matter through the government. Since you said Luo Xing committed murder and committed evil, then send him to the government and let him be convicted."
"I don't have the time, what about another way?"
"The other way is the way in the Jianghu. I wonder if you have heard of 'Wen Dou'?"
"I've heard that literary fighting involves both parties showing off their unique skills. If one party cannot complete the other's unique skills, it will be considered a loser. People in the martial arts often use this method to resolve conflicts and determine the winner."
"That's right, using this method to resolve conflicts won't hurt harmony. It's better for everyone. It's better than using a knife or a gun." Yan Shi stroked his gray beard and said with a sullen face, "Has Luo Xing done this? We can't confirm those outrageous things, so let's leave him alone for the time being. If you want to take Luo Xing away, then have a literary fight with our Qishi Sect. We, the Qishi Sect, will send three people to each show a unique skill. You If you can accomplish all three unique skills, Luo Xing will be yours, you can take him away as you please, kill or behead him as you please, Qishi Sect will never pursue him again."
Zhao Zheng did not agree rashly and thought for a while. Although the Qishi Sect is a small sect, it cannot be underestimated, especially the leader Yan Shi, who can even carve flowers directly with a sword. If he is asked to imitate this unique skill, he will definitely
It's impossible to imitate.
"Senior, is there no third way to go?" Zhao Zheng asked tentatively.
"No, this is a decision I made after long discussions with the hall masters." Yan Shi shook his head and said.
"Okay, now that senior has drawn the line, I have to follow it, but I have to add two requirements. First, among the three people sent by Qishimen, senior you are not allowed to appear; second, after you show off your unique skills,
I can choose to imitate it on the spot, or I can choose to imitate it three days later. If you show a unique skill that I can't imitate, you have to give me three days to prepare."
"Okay, we can agree to these two requests of yours."
There was more confidence in Zhao Zheng's eyes. If Yan Shi did not appear, he would have a better chance of winning. As for the other disciples, there was no one stronger than the fourth heaven. He then asked: "Senior, what are you planning to do to start a literary fight?"
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"You can start anytime, it's all up to you, Master."
"Everyone is very busy, let's start now."
"Young Master is indeed a cheerful person, please come this way." Yan Shi flicked his sleeves and pointed to the door.
Zhao Zheng cheered up and took the lead to step out of the house.
Yan Shi led a group of hall masters out of the house, and everyone came to an empty yard. The ground in the yard was paved with ashlar bricks, and there were several targets with red dots erected on the walls, which looked like a
Martial arts training ground.
After everyone stood still, a middle-aged man in a green shirt stepped out from the crowd, raised his fist at Zhao Zheng, and said loudly: "I am the first person to appear, and I have to show my shame."
After saying that, the middle-aged man in blue shirt pulled out the sword from his waist and turned to face the target opposite him. He was about a hundred steps away from the target. He flipped his wrist and held the sword flat to the side of his face, his gaze forming a line with the target.
, and turn it up slightly.
Looking at this posture, Zhao Zheng guessed what kind of unique skill the middle-aged man in green shirt was going to show off.
"Whoosh!"
As expected by Zhao Zheng, the middle-aged man in blue shirt threw the sword in his hand directly. The sword turned into a cold light, drew an almost undetectable parabola, and hit the red bullseye.
"Please!" The middle-aged man in green shirt stepped aside and signaled Zhao Zheng to imitate.
Zhao Zheng took a deep breath, stood side by side with the Qingshan man, and turned to face another empty target. This unique skill of throwing flying swords to hit the target was not difficult for him. He had previously created a game called "Meteor Chasing the Moon"
The move is to throw the sword out to injure the enemy. However, this time the throwing distance is farther and the difficulty is much higher.
"I also made a fool of myself."
Zhao Zheng pulled out the Issei Sword, held the hilt of the sword with his left hand, placed his right hand on the sword with a fingertip, and began to aim at the bullseye on the opposite side. This is not much different from archery. You need to consider the parabola and the wind direction, and there are even slight differences.
, missed by thousands of miles. He calculated carefully for a long time, and when the wind around him was calmest, he suddenly exerted force on his fingers and shot the sword out.
The Life Sword disintegrated into two parts, one part remained in Zhao Zheng's left hand, and the other part flew towards the target.
"bump!"
The blade of the sword hit the bullseye, and the end was shaking. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
