Volume 16 Chapter 83

In Xiaowei County, which is only one day away from Zhongzhou City, a servant of a noble man and an ordinary old man have a dispute.

There is a jujube tree in front of the old man's house, and the house of the noble man is in the deep of the street where the old man is. When the sedan chair goes in and out, the jujube tree has some obstacles. So the noble man wants to cut down the jujube tree. However, the jujube tree was planted by the old man's son himself, and his son is a soldier who has died for his country. This jujube tree has Unique feelings, so the old man resolutely refused.

There are more and more neighbors around. They all think that the nobles are unreasonable. This jujube tree doesn't occupy much space, and it doesn't really make the sedan chair impassable. Cutting this jujube tree, at most, only makes the road look more fresh and spacious.

The noble is in the big car behind the waiter.

He is a slender, white and middle-aged man in a precious gauze dress. There is a long sword with a bamboo sheath hanging on his waist. The handle of the sword is like sapphire, and there is a rune like a bamboo leaf.

Listening to the more and more noisy voice, the slender white net middle-aged man opened the curtain of the sedan chair, walked away from the attendant, and then smiled to apologize to the old man.

The old man did not expect that this noble man was so modest, and that his attitude was quite different from those of the evil servants. Instead, he was afraid.

Looking at the old man's frightened gesture, he smiled a little, but reached out to touch the jujube tree beside him

Finish saying this sentence, his hand left this jujube tree, then he walked back towards his big car.

Before his hand touched the jujube tree, it was still alive, but when he turned around and left, it began to lose its leaves.

The leaves fall like rain, the branches emit some subtle and dense sounds, and the bark oozes a drop of sap, just like a drop of crystal tears.

The leaves fell on the old man.

The old man looked at the sap oozing from the innumerable tiny cracks in the bark and listened to the innumerable tiny and dense breaking sounds. He understood what happened. His face became more and more bloody, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

The neighbors around knew what was going on. Many people swore angrily in a low voice at the same time. However, looking at the dignitary who walked back to the sedan chair leisurely, they could only be angry and had no choice.

Because that man is a practitioner.

These ordinary Yunqin people don't know the situation of the world very well. However, they at least know that after this spring, the rare practitioners have almost disappeared. They also know that it seems that only those who join in one side can be rewarded and become noble. And most of them left Zhongzhou for the eastern end of the Empire because of the news spread by some members of the church.

Looking at the figure of the dignitary who seems to have done nothing, the old man who is inexplicably sad and indignant can no longer bear it, and he bumps into the dignitary at one end.

A cry of surprise sounded, and a tragedy was about to happen. However, at this time, a white, chubby hand stretched out and held the old man's hand.

"Let me."

The owner of this hand, said to the old man.

The old man felt that his strength seemed to disappear in the mud. He turned to look at the master of the hand, and the noble man who was walking towards the sedan chair also felt something. He turned around faster than him.

An ordinary looking, short and fat young man stood beside the old man, his figure seemed a little shrunken.

The dignitary was slightly shocked, and a sneering look immediately appeared on his white face. "I say who it is, Meng Bai. It's you."

"Fang Zhong said that you are a dog who sells friends and seeks honor. Since it's a dog, we should know how to pick up the tail to be a dog, and dare to come out and bite? " Because he was born to be afraid of heat, and his forehead was covered with sweat, he looked at the noble man in Chinese clothes and said.

"Meng Bai, what do you want?" sneered the man who chose to surrender to Zhang Ping and become a noble man

"You were sick enough, but today you are so sick, so I want to kill you." Meng Bai straightened up and said slowly.

Fang Zhongyan narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Meng Bai for a moment, and said coldly, "then you can try."

In the moment when his words just sounded, he was out of the sword.

His sword light is very fast. There are countless bamboo like sword lights on his sword body, making people almost feel that a bamboo forest is forming.

Just before the bamboo forest fell on mengbai, a white, chubby hand had reached out in front of him. The hand became a fist and hit his Adam's apple.

When the hand fell on his Adam's apple, the practitioner felt incredible and extreme fear.

In the view of this self-confident cultivator, the timid mengbai should run away with his head in fear at the moment of his sword. However, he did not expect that the mengbai would not only make a move, but also the mengbai's hand would soon reach such a level.

A bang.

All the bamboo leaves disappeared. In the famous swordsman of Zhongzhou, Qingzhu Jushi, he said that his throat and bones were broken. His body flew out and fell into the big car he had previously sat in. Then he crushed the big car, fell into the ground and died.

All the neighbors in the neighborhood were stunned.

In their eyes, mengbai has always been a cowardly fat man. They all look down on mengbai. Even now, looking at the fat man who looks greasy in his clothes because of perspiration, they can hardly associate Meng Bai with the person who killed Fang Zhongyan so quickly.

The old man also stayed.

"The trunk is broken, but the root may not be broken. Maybe it can grow again." Said Moby softly to him.

The old man came back to God. He didn't give thanks at the first time, but worried about Meng Bai's misfortune. He trembled and said, "go quickly."

"Meng Bai, you dare to do such a thing!"

Fang Zhongyan's attendants also recovered from their loss of consciousness and cried out in horror.

Meng Bai took a look at these shouting attendants and said goodbye to the old man. Then he said nothing and walked slowly towards them.

The waiters suddenly stopped shouting. They were afraid of breathing. Then they gave out a cry and tried to run back.

Moby went on, his figure was still not big in the eyes of all people, but there was no fear in his eyes.

He knew that Zhang Ping had begun to travel eastward. No matter what the final battle between Zhang Ping and Lin Xi was, he no longer needed to pretend to be timid.

"You must win!"

After walking out of the street slowly, the fat young man waved his fist to the East and said in his heart.

……

At the end of this summer in Yunqin, a huge team is marching towards the east of Yunqin, and with the progress, the team becomes more and more huge.

More and more devout and honest people have joined this eastward team. Devout believers of the devil, following the guidance of the devil, want to enter the dragon snake mountain range to eliminate the sinners who dare to fight against the devil and receive the gift of the devil there. Many believers who are against the devil king also receive the guidance of the church to eliminate some rogues who do nothing evil. Under the propaganda of some believers, they firmly believe that it is the evil thoughts in the hearts of those rogues that turn into the power of the devil king.

There is no army in the main body of this group, and some people in ordinary clothes live in the middle. However, it can be seen that those people are practitioners no matter who they are.

With so many practitioners moving forward with themselves, these believers are more confident and devout.

Because there is no interference along the way, the team has already exceeded the scale of 100000, and according to the speed of the believers along the way, when they reach the dragon and snake mountains, they will probably reach the scale of hundreds of thousands.

Of course, these hundreds of thousands only account for a small proportion of the population of Yunqin, which is only equivalent to the scale of a slightly larger mausoleum. However, Zhang Ping in the team already thinks that it is enough.

When more and more believers with two different faiths join the team and quarrel all day long, but actually they all follow his will and act under his control, he will feel the world more stupid and ridiculous.

In any case, these hundreds of thousands of people are all members of Yunqin who are fighting and sacrificing for Lin Xi and qingluan college, including countless old and young people.

Zhang Ping is more and more eager to see if Lin Xi and qingluan college can raise their Horcruxes in the face of these swarming people. He would like to see the scene of Lin Xi and the people of qingluan college killing these people.

It's just that such a team can't move fast.

So shortly after Meng Bai killed Fang Zhongyan, several secret notes from Da mang were passed to Zhang Ping.

Lin Xi conquered the mountain, released all the serfs, expelled all the disciples and lost all the people. Even if the mountain is intact, it is only a dead mountain, which has no support for Zhang Ping.

Facing these contents, Zhang Ping is still calm and indifferent, because this is what he can foresee for a long time.

However, when he saw more contents described in these notes, Lin Xi and Qin Xiyue appeared in his mind, holding hands to enter the purgatory mountain, looking at the scenery towards the erupting volcano And the image of the destruction of the face of the demon, which was vital to him, his indifferent face was distorted.

His face was contorted to an unimaginable degree, his breathing became extremely heavy, and many purple red sparks even spewed out of his mouth and nose.

"Lin Xi, you gave it to me, and I will redouble it!"

There were countless tiny sounds in his body. At last, his hand fell on his liver and spewed out a thick black blood.

His black blood fell in the carriage. In every pool of black blood, there were countless tiny ripples like maggots. It seemed that he would really get worms out of the black blood.