Chapter 806

"No way!" The two disciples gave a low cry, rolled forward at the same time, took the fallen long sword in their hands, and stabbed the golden warrior in the chest.

The golden warrior is a warrior who serves the shrine and is regarded as a God on the East Island. However, when he came to Feihong sect, he was not only blocked outside the mountain gate, but also the two mountain guarding disciples dared to fight with him.

He looked at the long swords in the hands of the two disciples, and a trace of fine light flashed in his eyes: "baga, let you see the real Dongdao Kendo today!"

As soon as the voice fell, his legs were strong, and his body flashed quickly. The samurai sword in his waist suddenly came out of its scabbard, and a fierce cold light once again reflected in the eyes of the two mountain guarding disciples.

However, this time they reacted differently from just now. They suddenly urged the internal Qi to the extreme and lingered on the blade.

"Qiang, Qiang!"

The figure of the golden warrior passed directly by them, holding a knife alone and standing steadily behind them.

"Bang, bang." Two long swords were directly cut off!

"Ah!"

The two mountain guarding disciples screamed, covered their shoulders and fell down. The red blood dyed their white clothes red.

The golden warrior slowly took back the scabbard of the samurai sword and didn't return to the tunnel with a stiff Chinese language: "this is just a lesson for you. If you dare to disrespect me, it won't hurt your shoulder."

The purpose of the golden warrior and the old man this time is to negotiate with China and participate in the Lingwu conference, and dare not hurt the killer.

"Let's go!" The golden warrior murmured.

With that, as they were preparing to go up the mountain directly one by one, an anxious voice came from the direction at the foot of the mountain: "get out of the way, get out of the way, don't block me up the mountain."

Several people followed the prestige at the same time. A middle-aged man with disheveled hair, about 40 or 50 years old and slightly obese came down the mountain. He was wearing gray clothes. His clothes were somewhat damaged, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon or claw. He was in a hurry, as if he had something urgent.

This man's name is Qian Zheng. Although he is not old, he is the martial uncle of Lord Feihong and the youngest disciple of the previous Lord.

The golden warrior and the old man didn't know, so the old man who had been silent said coldly, "let's go up the mountain first!"

Although the old man is also from Dongdao, his Chinese language is very fluent. If he is not with the golden warrior, he can't hear that he is from Dongdao.

After listening to his words, Qian Zheng looked at the mountain guarding disciple who fell to the ground and was stained with blood. He immediately understood the reason, but he didn't seem to care. "I'm afraid you two East islanders are here to smash the field. If you have seed, you will continue to go up. I don't have time to waste time with you."

As he spoke, he continued to run forward and ran directly past the old man.

"How unreasonable!" The old man's eyes showed a sinister color, because Qian Zheng didn't pay attention to himself at all.

He held his palm with one hand, and a gentle force burst out of the palm and fiercely attacked Qian Zheng's back heart.

And Qian Zheng didn't notice it at all, as if nothing had happened.

"Shishuzu, be careful!" The two disciples who fell to the ground exclaimed.

But as soon as their words fell, the old man's attack hit Qian Zheng on his back. However, at the moment when his palm was printed on Qian Zheng, he suddenly vomited blood and flew out directly, falling heavily next to a huge stone not far away.

"Baga!" The golden warrior scolded and subconsciously pressed his hand on the samurai sword. When his sword was half pulled out, Qian was smiling and flicking his middle finger.

"Whoosh!" A sharp internal Qi flew out of his fingertips and directly hit the handle of the golden warrior.

After the internal Qi hit the handle, it directly hit back the half drawn samurai sword. At the same time, the golden samurai's hand holding the samurai sword was also slightly numb.

"What!" The golden warrior's eyes were shocked. The people in front of him didn't even give themselves the chance to draw a knife!

Just when he was shocked, Qian zhengmeng rushed forward two steps and came to him with a faint tunnel: "the little island warrior is still waiting for me here. As for whether I can see you or not, I can't manage it."

Although his tone was plain, every sentence seemed to beat on the heart of the golden warrior.

"You two go up the mountain with me to heal your wounds. I'll find someone else's martial brother to replace you two later." Qian Zheng said to the two mountain guarding disciples.

With that, he continued to run up the mountain without looking back.

"Yes, Shi Shuzu!" The two mountain guarding disciples answered respectfully and followed up quickly, leaving only the stunned golden warrior and the old man who fell next to the boulder.

They looked at each other and were all shocked by Qian Zheng. If Qian Zhenggang just wanted to fight them, they had no room to fight back.

Now they can only stay where they are and wait. They don't dare to cross the Mountain Gate

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At the top of Feihong mountain, in a spacious and quiet hall, a kind-hearted old man with white beard and white eyebrows is sitting cross legged in the hall. This old man is the Lord of Feihong.

At this time, Qian Zheng suddenly broke in, grabbed the teapot next to him and began to drink. There were only a few such people in front of the leader of Feihong sect, and Qian was one of them.

Lord Feihong opened his eyes, stood up slowly, smiled and said, "martial uncle, something's wrong. I'm so worried."

After Qian Zheng drank up a pot of tea, he gasped: "what else can I do? Of course I'm in trouble."

Lord Feihong looked at Qian Zheng's ragged clothes and said with a smile, "you shouldn't have taken any private work. Can't you handle it yourself?"

Qian Zhengren is like his name. He likes money very much and likes making money very much. Moreover, he has a high position in Feihong sect. No one can control him except a few old friends in the sect.

So he often went down the mountain, taking it as his duty to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and earning some "extra money" by the way.

As the patriarch, he turned a blind eye to this matter. Anyway, he did a good job.

"It's just a little trouble. I need to borrow the baby in the Pope. Just use it." Qian Zheng smiled awkwardly and looked at the patriarch with expectant eyes.

Although his position is high, this kind of thing still needs the words of the patriarch.

"Yes, but you should return it as soon as possible, or the supreme elder will ask..." Qian Zheng promised before the leader of Feihong finished saying, "don't worry, I'll be sure to return to Zhao!"