Chapter 52

With an order, all the experts of Xuanwu sect went down the mountain.

"Master, I don't think it's good for us to fight down the mountain so rashly." After coming to Pingjiang City, demon ling'er said with worried face.

"What's wrong? Don't you revenge such a big revenge?" Ning Xuanwu said ferociously, "what's more, my two greatest treasures are still in the hands of that man. Can I just let them go?"

"No, sir, you misunderstood." Demon ling'er quickly explained: "revenge is necessary, and the two most precious treasures must be taken back, but we come to the door like this. What if the other party is prepared?"

"Elder martial brothers Wuchen and Wufeng are lessons from the past!"

"I think we'd better take a long-term view."

Hearing the speech, Ning Xuanwu frowned. He was dazzled by hatred before. It's true that he was reminded by the demon ling'er!

"By the way, haven't you contacted him?" Ning Xuanwu asked in a deep voice, "what strength is he?"

Hearing the speech, the demon ling'er frowned tightly.

Her eyes were even more dignified. She looked solemnly at Ning Xuanwu and said, "master, this is why I want to remind you to think long-term."

"His strength..."

Speaking of this, the demon ling'er took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I can't see through."

"Can't see through?"

Ning Xuanwu's eyebrows were not locked.

"Yes, and it's not just the kind of simple inability to see through, but the kind that can't catch his breath at all." The demon ling'er recalled the beginning and said with a frown: "if I hadn't seen him holding a fast cloak as a rag and knew that the two senior brothers were killed in his hands, I'm afraid I would still think he was a mortal."

The words of demon ling'er made Ning Xuanwu frown tighter.

In retrospect, he found that he had overlooked a big problem.

Since no wind and dust can be easily destroyed by him, it shows that Yu WuJie did not lie that day, nor was it a smoke bomb released by the Castle Peak gate.

This shows that the terrible knife in Lu Qingshan's hand may have been made by this man.

If so, is it effective for him to call the Xuanwu sect?

Would he rather be Xuanwu's opponent?

The answer is obvious. The knives he made can make Lu Qingshan chase him for three thousand miles. I'm afraid the real strength is against the sky!

For a while.

Ning Xuanwu muttered in his heart and couldn't help but beat a retreat drum.

However, when he remembered that one of his two disciples had no bones and the other had been fed to the dog, he couldn't swallow it.

"Then follow my orders and send a dead man to inquire about it first."

Obviously, Ning Xuanwu is not a brainless person.

After some careful consideration, we made such a decision.

……

"Well, the weather is very comfortable today!"

In the yard, Yi Feng is lying on the couch, lazily basking in the sun and lifting his eyes. It's not pleasant!

"Master, the sanitation in the museum has been cleaned. What else do you have to tell me?" It was the first time for the martial arts school to do this kind of cleaning. Zhong Qing worked hard for two days before he finished the sanitation.

Yi Feng looked at Zhong Qing with relief.

The child is really obedient.

"The rag cloth seems to be very good. Don't waste it. You can hang it outside the door and keep it for future use." Yi Feng whispered.

"Yes, master."

"Oh, by the way, the weather was very wet the other day. Take down the 18 paintings in the front hall and dry them. However, if you want to dry them in the yard, it's not good if they are blown away by the wind." Yi Feng whispered again that although these paintings look useless and are not worth a lot of money, they are still good to hang in the hall as decorations to decorate his martial arts school.

Zhong Qing obediently obeyed.

First, he took down the 18 pictures and dried them in the yard. Then he wiped the wall with a rag before drying the rag to the door of the martial arts school.

"Hoo!"

"Hoo!"

At this time, the figure flickered and fell into the dark.

It was the people of Ning Xuanwu and Xuanwu sect, and there was a pale young man nearby.

Obviously, the youth is the dead man they chose to go to the martial arts school to inquire about the news.

"Don't worry. If you can't come back, I will give the best treatment to your family and friends. If you can come back and directly promote you to become a pro disciple, you can choose one of all elders to worship." Ning Xuanwu patted the young man on the shoulder and ordered him.

"Look, master."

However, as soon as he finished his command, there came the urgent voice of the demon spirit.

Following the guidance of the demon ling'er, Ning Xuanwu immediately looked at the door of the martial arts school, and his face suddenly changed.

Where?

A rag is hanging.

Dirty, twisted and knotted.

"Hiss!"

"Swift cloak."

Seeing this scene, Ning Xuanwu immediately exploded. Although he had said it from the mouth of the demon, he was angry when he saw his beloved treasure hung there as a rag.

Provocation.

Red fruit provocation.

It's just too hard to see people.

"Son of a bitch, I swear I won't be a man if I don't kill you."

In an instant, Ning Xuanwu burst into a torrent of weather. As soon as the soles of his feet cut the ground, he was going to kill the martial arts school.