"Why are you opening and closing the door? Boy, are you confused?" Lin Yang asked.
"Hahaha, okay, okay, Xiao Qiyue, you really have good taste." Chu Zijiang actually clapped his hands, took out a magnet and sucked it on the stone slab, then he grabbed it and lifted it up with a creak. , the bluestone slab was sucked up, revealing a tunnel.
Bang... bang...
"Master Chu, move quickly!"
An accident happened. While Xiao Qiyue shouted, Lin Yang kicked Lei Hu away, and slashed Chu Zijiang viciously with the silver-backed sword in his hand.
Although Chu Zijiang was much more skilled than Lin Yang, the incident happened suddenly, and the distance between the two of them was too close, only about one meter. He saw the blade of the blade with blood reaching his head by just a few inches.
My life is at an end!
Chu Zijiang roared angrily in his heart and lowered his head desperately, trying to dodge the blade, but he would probably have to get half of his head chopped off.
Suddenly I felt someone kicked me hard on my butt, and the blade of the knife peeled off a bloody scalp.
"You bastard... ruined my big job..." Lin Yang opened his eyes wide and looked at the iron pole protruding from his chest.
Xiao Qiyue had been keeping an eye on this guy and had planned it before he took action.
However, Xiao Qiyue had no idea that Lin Yang's first target to kill would be Chu Zijiang instead of himself.
So, as a last resort, I had to kick him away.
But here he was stabbing his back hard with a glutinous rice cup. Lin ** looked down on Xiao Qiyue at first, thinking that he was only half a step into the psychic realm at most.
It was only because of my own carelessness that I was fooled outside the camp. Therefore, the focus was on Lei Hu and Chu Zijiang.
Who would have thought that someone stabbed me in the back? No, I should say stabbed me in the back.
The glutinous rice cup was used in the first position to hit seven inches of the body, and it was used as a short spear to directly penetrate Lin Yang's body.
Snap!
Lin Yang screamed and gave Lei Hu an ax to chop off one of his legs.
"Why? I have been here at Qingfeng Camp for two years, and I have always treated you well. Moreover, I am planning to let you take over after I leave. Why?" Chu Zijiang stared at Lin Yang with a murderous expression.
"Hahaha, I won't tell you!" A playful smile appeared on Lin Yang's lips.
Even if I die, I will become a living 'muddlehead'.
This is indeed quite frustrating.
I'm afraid Chu Zijiang will have to fall into this 'trap' for the rest of his life.
For example, was his enemy instigating him to do it?
But who is the enemy? If he is not caught, he will feel uneasy for the rest of his life.
"Say!" Lei Hu pinched Lin Yang's neck fiercely.
"Bah!" As a result, Lin Yang spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and Lei Hu was so angry that he wanted to break his neck.
"Get out of here!" Xiao Qiyue stretched out his legs and kicked Lei Hu away.
"You dare to hit me?" Lei Hu jumped up and was about to attack, but Chu Zijiang stopped him, "Listen to the bald god and stop the bleeding."
No, even Chu Zijiang changed his name to "Bald God Catcher".
Scum!
It's been several days since I was struck by lightning, and I don't even have any hair on one side. Do I really have to be bald for the rest of my life?
Xiao Qiyue pulled out a fang from Lin Yang's mouth with just one pick, and the camp pharmacist immediately stepped forward and simply bandaged it.
Lin Yang wanted to die and refused to swallow the medicine, so he pinched his nose and stuffed it in.
Of course, Chu Zijiang would not let Lin Yang die so happily before he figured it out.
"Do you know why?" Xiao Qiyue glanced at Chu Zijiang and Lin Yang with a playful smile.
"Impossible!" Lin Yang shouted.
"Really?" Xiao Qiyue smiled mysteriously and said, "You are not Lin Yang at all."
"Master Xiao, please speak." Chu Zijiang cupped his hands and clasped his fists.
"I'm not Lin Yang, who is Lin Yang? What a bald guy! You're just a pile of stinking shit." Lin Yang sneered.
"Master Xiao, do you know his details? Didn't this animal have another name before?" Lei Hu couldn't help it.
"Of course I don't know his details." Xiao Qiyue shook his head.
"I don't know why you fart?" Lei Hu's fists were clenched like a lump of iron.
However, Xiao Qiyue saved Chu Zijiang's life just now, and he was unable to have a seizure.
"Mysterious, Mr. Chu, Li Dangyang hasn't been found yet, Xiao Qiyue wants to divert his attention and fish in troubled waters." Zhao Fangde said.
"Shut up! Zhao Fangde, what did you do?
Li Dangyang is your enemy, but instead of trying your best to arrest him, you keep making sarcastic remarks.
On the contrary, Mr. Xiao, an outsider, devoted himself to serving the public and the people, and was even willing to sacrifice his head.
What is this called? This is called chivalry and the duty of a human being.
You, Zhao Fangde, are very old, but you are still the head of Tianyang Zhao family. What have you done?
If you're not ashamed, even I would be embarrassed. If it weren't for your age, I would have had someone spank you and throw you out." Chu Zijiang suddenly became angry, as if he was scolding a subordinate.
"I...you...you Chu Zijiang, you are too bullying, my Zhao family..." People want face and trees want skin, but Zhao Fangde couldn't hold back his old face. He was very angry and pointed at Chu Zijiang.
His lips were trembling and he couldn't speak clearly.
"Put down your dog's 'hooves', otherwise, don't blame this guard for being rude." Lei Hu stared at Zhao Fangde with a fierce look on his face.
"What am I? I am Chu Zijiang. Don't you have a daughter Zhao Yingying who is extraordinary?
Aren’t you just going to show off the Luoyue Pavilion’s signboard shamelessly all day long?
Luoyue Pavilion is one of the thirty-six major sects in the world.
But, can it be bigger than the Chu royal family?
Also, Luoyue Pavilion is the Luoyue Pavilion in the world, not your Zhao family's Luoyue Pavilion." Chu Zijiang, the scholar, immediately turned into a debater, and when he said the words, Zhao Fangde was so angry that he vomited.
Xue shouted, "Let's go!"
"Let's go! It's not over yet, you still have a hundred military sticks hanging on." Chu Zijiang said coldly.
"You...why didn't you chop off Xiao Qiyue's head?" Zhao Fangde accused angrily.
"I have the final say whether to behead him or not. It's not your turn, shameless old lady, to do this." Chu Zijiang fired a barrage of bullets as if he had been shot, leaving Zhao Fangde completely bruised and disgraced.
lose.
There was a squeak, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person fell to the ground.
"Chu Zijiang, so what if you are a distant relative of the royal family who has to rely on eight poles to get you? My sister is the direct disciple of the master of Luoyue Pavilion, shouldn't her status be less respected than yours?" Zhao Lang was furious and hurriedly
Help your father up.
"Your sister, your sister, Zhao Yingying, right?
So what if I don't give you face today? Come on, the Zhao family members ignored our Qingfeng Black Armor Camp and provoked us in many ways.
They even ignored the majesty of the royal family and dragged them all out, beat them with a hundred military sticks and threw them out of the camp." Chu Zijiang was determined and gave the order. Thunder Tiger took the lead, and a group of people surged up.
With a crackling sound, the sticks were lifted down, and everyone was beaten to pieces and thrown out of the camp.
The Zhao family is so arrogant and rude with just one precious daughter.
Now that they met a master who refused to accept his credit, they deserved their misfortune. Naturally, they were very happy.
Xiao Qiyue knew that Chu Zijiang was showing his favor to him, and he wanted to know the details of Lin Yang.
Reciprocating the favor, Xiao Qiyue grabbed Lin Yang and held his face as if massaging it. The massage was very detailed, from the corner of his forehead to his chin, and from the left side of his face to the right side of his face. He massaged it several times.
This made everyone think that this kid was suffering from mental illness, which was inexplicable.
After a thousand breaths of time, a cold light flashed in Xiao Qiyue's hand.