The handsome young man is running in the mountains and forests.
His face is handsome but with a sinister look that goes deep into his bones, showing a morbid sense of beauty.
The extremely light body shows that this person has extremely high attainments in Qinggong. No, this is not Qinggong anymore, but a magic called [Jumping]. It is like flying in the sky, using extraordinary leg strength and jumping power to run.
Jump, a high-speed movement magic that can run as fast as a sports car.
He jumped through the mountains and forests, and soon he came to the door of the nunnery halfway up the mountain.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, as if to encourage himself, the young man straightened up his appearance before kneeling down in front of the nunnery door and loudly said:
"Wen Cheng's martial virtues will last for generations to come. His great kindness and compassion will be the supreme honor in the Nine-Five Years! My disciple Lu Yinghua is here to welcome my master out of the mountain."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a strange fluctuation at the door of the nunnery. The straw curtain in front of the nunnery did not even blow up, but it hit Lu Yinghua's chest hard.
Peng——!
Lu Yinghua, the young man who was born in Hong Kong and has now taken charge of China, did not even have the slightest room to resist, and was directly blasted away from the distance.
It broke countless trees along the way and flew a dozen meters before it finally came to a stop.
Poof! As soon as he managed to get up from the ground, he couldn't help vomiting a mouthful of blood, and four of his ribs were broken. This was the result of protecting his chest with all his strength and energy.
Enduring the pain, Lu Yinghua quickly ran over and continued to kneel down in front of the nunnery, motionless.
At this time, a cold female voice came from behind the nunnery door: "Ying'er, my teacher didn't remember to teach you to have such a flattering personality."
"Everything my disciple said comes from the heart, and the sun and the moon can tell!" Lu Yinghua pressed his head tightly against the ground in front of the nunnery, even if the blood spilled from the corner of his mouth when he spoke, he didn't care.
"...That's all, I won't teach you any more lessons today."
The door of the nunnery slowly opened with a creak, and a graceful beauty with stunning appearance walked out. She was wearing a white Hanfu, and her black hair, which was as good as silk, was braided into three braids.
She is Luo Hao, the pinnacle of Junlin Martial Arts, the leader of the [Five Hells Sacred Cult], the martial arts king of China, and the sworn enemy of Marquis Vauban.
Despite her charming image of a peerless beauty, she is already over two hundred years old and is an out-and-out old monster like the Marquis Vauban.
She single-handedly surrendered and gathered all the huge China, and those who refused were brutally executed. Only 30% of the martial arts and magicians in China were killed, and a large number of famous families lost their inheritance. Even ordinary people saw Luo Hao's
Her eyes would be gouged out for her appearance, and her eardrums would be pierced if she heard her voice. It can be described as extremely cruel and willful.
The Five Hells Sect, once known as the Demon Sect, took advantage of the situation and rose to become the largest force in China, with Luo Hao as its eternal leader.
As her disciple, Lu Yinghua, who was born in Hong Kong Island, began to exercise the power of the acting leader after Luo Hao returned to Lushan Nunnery. The once powerful Chinese force was destroyed by the master and disciple until it was like withered petals, even worse than
The Japanese Official History Compilation Committee next door.
He goes his own way and is absolutely narcissistic. This is Luo Hao's self-centered character that cannot be changed.
She looked down at her apprentice Lu Yinghua and said in a cold tone: "Come on, why did you call me out?"
He didn't say what he said later, but Lu Yinghua was very sure that if he couldn't come up with a suitable reason, he would probably be beaten half to death by his master today.
He immediately raised his head and said loudly: "Master! There is another foreign vassal king, and he is coming fiercely. Yesterday, a letter was sent."
As he spoke, Lu Yinghua took out the envelope from his pocket, held it up with both hands and held it above his head:
"Master, please take a look at it."
Letter? Luo Hao took the envelope, and the cover said "Yours sincerely, Luo Cuilian."
How dare a foreign vassal king call me Luo Hao by my first name? He kicked Lu Yinghua away. Luo Hao opened the envelope nonchalantly and found only a thin piece of letter paper inside.
[Your Excellency, who has occupied China for two hundred years, is it a witch who is causing trouble for one side or a well-known and upright leader? Let me, Heather, bear witness for the world.
On November 11th, Hokkaido, Japan, I have invited all Rakshasa kings to come to the meeting. At that time, there will be a ranking among the seven God-slayers to determine who is the King of God-slayers.
Competition comes first, friendship comes second. I hope you can be fully prepared and don’t let me down.】
There is no formal title, no ending, and no signature or date. The words both inside and outside reveal a provocative and childish style of a child.
Luo Hao shook the letter with a flick of his finger and shattered the letter into pieces. His beautiful eyes looked at Lu Yinghua who managed to crawl back: "Where is the messenger?"
"Hug, I'm sorry, Master... We couldn't find the sender. This letter appeared in front of my bedside for no reason. If it weren't for the seal on it and the lingering spell coming from the Greek magic society 'Silver Owl', I would have
Everyone thinks..."
Peng!
Before he finished speaking, Lu Yinghua was kicked out again and fell into the dense woods far away, startling a crowd of birds.
"It's useless." Luo Hao said in an indifferent tone: "Ying'er, I won't kill you today because you were still filial to me in the past, but you must never let me down again, do you understand?
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After a few seconds, Lu Yinghua's voice came from the woods: "Yes, I will obey my master's teachings."
"Okay, I'm going down the mountain and let the congregants get ready."
With a wave of his hand, Luo Hao shook the Lushan nunnery behind him, which he had lived in seclusion for many years, into powder, and then his figure flew into the sky, flying down the mountain like a bird without restraint.
Although she couldn't see it on the outside, she was already angered by Heather's boldness and boldness. If they met, she, Luo Hao, would make this arrogant lord pay the price of her life!
In the woods, Lu Yinghua leaned on a broken tree trunk and took out his still intact mobile phone from his trouser pocket: "...It's me, cough...Master has come down the mountain. You must serve well and not disobey in the slightest."
Lift, do you understand?"
After receiving a positive answer, Lu Yinghua threw away his phone and sat slumped under the tree trunk without any image, with blood dripping down his forehead.
Four of his ribs were broken, and his left leg and shoulder also suffered serious contusions. The most serious one was the last blow, which almost shattered Lu Yinghua's skull and neck.
There was no serious concussion because Lu Yinghua relied on his superb martial arts skills to jump back the moment he was beaten, which saved him from meeting his old father.
Detective Lu Ying tried to wipe away the blood dripping from the corners of his eyebrows with his trembling hands, but found that his eyes had also turned scarlet. Seeing that more blood was flowing out, he simply stopped caring, and just sat slumped and turned to look down the mountain.
direction, with a gloomy face.
I have been your good apprentice and loyal dog for so many years, but you still have no feelings for me, and you want to kill me just because you are angry... I am a human being, your apprentice, not a beast!
It's not your plaything, old witch!
As if he had made some determination, Lu Yinghua clenched his fists tightly.