Qiu Zhen's words made all the elders' eyes fall on Bi Liang, and a trace of doubt flashed through them.
Bi Liang's strength is almost the weakest among the elders who went to this time. Why did everyone else die but he can come back safely?
Bi Liang's face flashed with embarrassment.
He thought of himself kneeling down and begging at the end, and under Long Xiaoshan's questioning, he almost sold all the Iron Palm Gang. If his brothers and the gang leader knew about it, he would have to kill him.
He originally wanted to encourage everyone to set out to Hechuan City and kill the Long Xiaoshan.
At this time, he had to consider more. Under the gaze of everyone, Bi Liang hurriedly took out a piece of paper from his arms and said indignantly: "Gangmaster, I originally wanted to fight the man to death, but my skills were not as good as others, so I was captured by him. At the same time, he gave me a letter of war, saying that I wanted me to hand it over to the Gangmaster."
"Battle Book?"
Qiu Zhen's eyes flashed and he said in a deep voice: "Pick it up."
Bi Liang hurried forward and handed over the letter of war that Long Xiaoshan had handed him over.
Qiu Zhen took it and took it apart.
The above is indeed a letter of war given to him by Long Xiaoshan, and he agreed to fight Qiu Zhen in a month.
"Gangmaster, I think this is this boy's delaying strategy. In a month, he might be gone."
"Yes, gang leader, don't be fooled. gang leader, you are a master of magical skills and are already a half-step master. In addition, we are enough to kill this son."
Elders stood up or scolded or disdained.
Qiu Zhen turned to look at the great elder who had not spoken a word and said respectfully: "Master."
The great elder is not only second only to Qiu Zhen's strength, but also highly respected. He is Qiu Zhen's master, so he has a superior position in the gang, and even Qiu Zhen often has to ask for his opinions.
The elder raised his eyes and said, "Show me the book of war."
Qiu Zhen raised the letter of Zhan and was about to hand it over.
Suddenly, a ray of light lit up on the Zhan Shu, and suddenly turned into golden lights, followed by golden lights that rushed towards Qiu Zhen. Qiu Zhen glared at his eyes, waved his palm, and the void exploded.
But the golden light was not affected by his palm power.
Qiu Zhen's head was shocked suddenly.
Then it floated up quickly, and a person's face formed, and said, "Gang Qiu, see you in a month."
After the golden light finished speaking, it gradually dissipated.
Everyone saw that Qiu Zhen's face turned slightly pale, and hurriedly stood up and said, "Gangmaster is okay, are you okay?"
Even the great elder quickly rushed to Qiu Zhen.
"It's okay!" Qiu Zhen waved his hand: "This is the spiritual attack of the spirit master, but fortunately it's not powerful."
The elder said solemnly: "Although it is not powerful, it can imprint the spirit in the letter and explode from the air. The power of this mental power is probably not the means of ordinary spiritual masters, and it is probably comparable to that of great spiritual masters. Moreover, he left a voice just now, obviously doing it on purpose, which is a warning."
Everyone looked at each other.
Great Spirit Master.
That is a legend that even the earth-level masters dare not easily provoke.
"It's impossible, how could it be a great spirit master? The difficulty of practicing Xuanmen is much more difficult than our ancient martial arts. Great spirit masters are extremely rare and rarer than masters. Even if a young man starts practicing from his mother's womb, it is impossible for him to become a great spirit master." An elder said in disbelief.
"Yes, this guy must have used other means. If he were a great spirit master, he could kill Tie Qiong and others without any effort. How could he waste so much time?"
The Great Elder said slowly, "I don't believe he is a great spirit master. If he is a great spirit master, why do you need a month? Now that we are here, our Iron Palm Gang cannot resist it. The great spirit master's strength is definitely not something you can imagine."
A trace of fear appeared in the eyes of the Great Elder.
He lived to be eighty years old.
He experienced too much in his life. Decades ago, he encountered a battle between a great spirit master and a master. The powerful magic power that controls the power of heaven and earth will explode, even a master will die without life.
And he saw with his own eyes that the master was killed by the great spirit master with magic spells.
"However, even if he is not a great spirit master, he is definitely a powerful spirit master with such mental power. Once a powerful spirit master is prepared, even if we come to the door, we will suffer heavy losses. Have you forgotten the Tang family? Last time we were driven out of Xichuan, and we have been recuperating for decades before we gradually recovered our strength. Now that we have provoked such a strong enemy, if the gang leader is surprised and unable to be promoted to the master, who can bear this responsibility?" The Great Elder said in a deep voice.
Everyone couldn't speak.
Qiu Zhen is the hope of the Iron Palm Gang.
Even if the six Xuan-level masters of Tieqiong and others died this time, as long as Qiu Zhen was promoted to the master, even if the Xuan-level master was dead, the Iron Palm Gang is still a big gang that is powerful in the southwest, and a master is enough to support a first-class force.
On the contrary, Qiu Zhen is now the critical moment of his promotion. If he had any accidents, even if he killed Long Xiaoshan, the Iron Palm Gang would become a second-rate force and be stepped on by the Tang family.
"But...we just let that guy go?"
An elder sobbed.
Although it is smart to choose, it is best not to confront Long Xiaoshan head-on, but it is unacceptable in terms of emotions.
Qiu Zhen said lightly: "Of course I won't give up. In a month, no matter whether I am promoted to Grandmaster or not, I will fight with this son to boost my applause!"
The elder frowned and wanted to say something.
Qiu Zhen waved his hand to stop him, and said with a glance: "Master, I know what you want to say, but I feel that I am not inferior to being promoted to a master, but a sense of power and explosive power. I am in this position, too comfortable, but lack the kind of courage and diligence I had before I was thirty. Back then, I challenged the masters of various sects of the southwest one after another, and several life-and-death battles made my cultivation increase greatly and breakthroughs one after another. At the age of thirty, I was promoted to the late stage of the Xuan level at the age of thirty. After taking over the gang, my cultivation growth slowed down. I think, this time, for me, it was an opportunity, an opportunity to break through the life-and-death battle. I have a feeling that if I could win this battle, I would be able to be promoted to a master."
The elder's eyes shrank, and he seemed to see the dazzling southwest and invincible disciple more than ten years ago.
He laughed and said, "Okay, we warriors, just in this way, can we continue to overcome all obstacles and reach the peak of martial arts. I believe this son will be your whetstone, so he will use his blood to prove your position as the master."
Long Xiaoshan felt something and opened his eyes.
Looking to the West.
The spiritual mark he left on the letter paper had erupted.
But at the same time, he sensed a scorching sun.
It must be the legendary quasi-grandmaster Qiu Zhen.
Although it was just a brief collision of spirits from afar, Long Xiaoshan felt that this person's martial arts will was far more powerful than anyone he had met.
This battle is probably more difficult than he thought.
However, he was fearless, and Long Xiaoshan closed his eyes again and started practicing.