Chapter Fifty-Fifth Not Angry

The blue-robed swordsman floated in front easily.

As if waiting for a long time.

Around him, there was a touch of Astral Qi and an indescribable strange aura.

The long sword on his back has a faint red light all over the blade.

Even if these black-robed practitioners have never seen the world, they cannot even feel the aura of such a strong man.

The ink-colored dragon carriage had to stop.

One of the black-robed practitioners politely said, "May I ask your honorable name? Why are you blocking my way?"

The blue-robed swordsman slowly turned around.

With sharp-edged facial features, he always maintains a smile on his face, but there is a strange feeling in the smile, which is unclear.

The blue-robed swordsman folded his arms and said like a gentleman, "I'm sorry."

"Since it's a misunderstanding, then it's fine." The black-robed cultivator handed over, "Farewell."

But unfortunately, the blue-robed swordsman did not let go.

He still looked at the ink-colored dragon carriage and the black-robed cultivators with a smile.

"Feel sorry."

A second apology, the atmosphere became even more eerie.

The practitioners in black robes saw the sword on his back float up automatically.

A stream of Astral Qi flowed out from the swordsman's body, surrounding the sword.

The black-robed cultivator glared at him and said decisively, "Sword Demon? Abandon the chariot and escape!"

The black-robed practitioners are like electricity.

Run away.

However, that long sword that glowed red, one part two, two two four, four four...

It shot towards the black-robed practitioners.

The sword rain destroyed Gu Laxiu and penetrated the black-robed cultivator.

The blue-robed swordsman always had a smile on his face and folded his arms... After he took out his sword, he did not continue to look at those people.

"Feel sorry."

Three times in a row, the blue-robed swordsman flickered and disappeared.

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at the same time.

In the Motian Pavilion of Jinting Mountain.

Seeing that the master seemed to be thinking about something, Ming Shiyin bowed and said:

"Master, the Mosha Sect has all been withdrawn. How should the female cultivators in Yanyue Palace be relocated?"

He can't follow the master's routine now.

After all, traitors like Ye Tianxin bullied their teachers and destroyed their ancestors. According to conventional logic, they should all be killed.

Lu Zhou didn't answer his question immediately, but turned to look at Xiao Yuan'er.

Although this little girl is naive and simple, sometimes her thoughts are quite dangerous, so she said to the test: "Yuan'er, talk about it."

"I?"

Xiao Yuan'er seemed a little bewildered, and whispered, "How about, kill?"

cough cough.

Ming Shiyin coughed and looked at the little junior sister with a guilty conscience.

Lu Zhou shook his head, raised his hand and tapped her head again.

"I understand, Master... I'll let them go." Xiao Yuan'er said with a smile.

"When did the teacher say to let them go?"

"Forehead……"

At this moment, Ming Shiyin cupped his hands and said: "Master, during this time, the Motian Pavilion has been destroyed in many places, and many places also need to be cleaned and repaired. Why not punish them as hard labor."

Lu Zhou glanced at Ming Shiyin and thought for a moment.

What is this guy thinking about every day?

It makes me look like a black foreman in a kiln as a master.

but……

This is a good idea.

"Just punish them for repairing the Devil's Pavilion, and they will be punished together with Ye Tianxin when they are locked in the Siguo Cave." Lu Zhou said.

"The disciple obeys the teacher's orders.

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As if thinking of something again, Ming Shi asked again, because he mustered the courage, "Master... Now that the entire Yanyue Palace has been punished, Ye Tianxin's cultivation base has been abandoned, and the thinking hole is cold. If he is locked for too long, he may lose his life. Do you want to…”

Lu Zhou recalled about Ye Tianxin, raised his hand to interrupt him, and said, "Do you sympathize with her?"

"My apprentice dare not!" Ming Shiyin panicked, "Ye Tianxin deceived her teacher and destroyed her ancestors, so she deserves a heavy punishment! This is the end she deserves!"

"Make your own plans for the teacher."

"The disciple obeys."

Mingshi turned around and left because he didn't dare to mention Ye Tianxin's matter.

After leaving the Motian Pavilion, Ming Shiyin took a deep breath. Fortunately, there was a trial and error by the younger sister.

The temper of Master and his old man is not so easy to figure out.

Thinking of the end of Zuo Xin Chan's ashes, Ming Shiyin shook his head, so don't be too public in the future...

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When Duanmusheng saw the fourth child leave, he said, "Master...the disciple's injury has not yet healed, so I will retire first."

"and many more."

Lu Zhou slowly got up.

When he came to Duanmusheng, his eyes fell on the chain.

This is indeed a thousand-year-old cold iron casting. Ordinary weapons are difficult to destroy. If you want to break the chain, you need to use a heaven-level weapon. It's just that at the moment, Lu Zhou doesn't seem to have a heaven-level weapon in his hands, only two critical strike cards...

The question is, can item cards be used on this chain?

Will even Duanmusheng break up together?

Seeing that Master's attention was all on the cold iron chain, Duanmu was overjoyed and bowed: "Master, this iron chain is broken copper and rotten iron, no different from waste paper!"

"..."

Xiao Yuan'er also jumped over.

The little hand touched the cold iron chain, saw a line of small characters where the lock was unlocked, and muttered: "This is engraved with the words Tianjianmen..."

Zhou Jifeng heard the words and quickly knelt down on one knee and said, "This...this...this...has nothing to do with me!"

Duanmusheng glanced at Zhou Jifeng and said, "It doesn't matter, with Master here, even if there are ten more and one hundred more, it will only be a matter of one palm."

"..."

Lu Zhou finished reading the chains.

His face was calm, and he really couldn't see what he was thinking.

He turned around with his hands behind him and said, "Yuan'er, help your teacher back."

"Oh."

Duanmusheng: "???"

When Luzhou and Xiaoyuan'er were gone, Duanmusheng couldn't figure out what he said wrong.

Zhou Jifeng stood up and said a little embarrassedly: "Mr. San... This, this chain, I really can't break it!"

Pan Zhong followed: "Me too."

"roll."

"Okay."

The two of them ran out of the Demon Heaven Pavilion in despair.

Duanmusheng scratched his head, maybe he used the chain to resist Zuo Xinchan's many attacks before, Master intentionally pulled it out? Master is so wise as ignorant, it is better not to speculate about his old man.

It should be like this, don't worry, just take it with you.

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Demon Sect.

In the magic temple.

"Sect Master, the first two to visit Jinting Mountain have encountered an accident. The ink-colored dragon carriage was found 80 miles north of Jinting Mountain, and the bodies of 150 of its subordinates were also found."

After the report, I thought that the sect master would be furious, but he did not expect the sect master to appear very calm.

"The two first blocks have reached a cooperation with Jingmingdao in this operation, and behind the support of His Highness, they jointly put pressure on Jintingshan. I didn't expect this old devil..."

"shut up."

The Sect Master's thick voice suddenly sounded like a thunder, and exploded in the ear of the reporting subordinate.

He was so frightened that he slumped on the ground, his face pale.

"Sect Master calm down! Sect Master calm down!"

"Notify the old gang of Jingmingdao... This sect master will not be angry and will not take this matter to heart. Mosha Sect and Jingmingdao are always the same, but... I hope Jingmingdao can also show some sincerity."

"Yes... yes... subordinate, subordinate still has something to report."

"Say."

"Yesterday, the two masters of Jingmingdao were badly injured when they learned from Jianchi. I'm afraid they won't be able to meet the sect master!"

"roll!"

The sound waves roll!

The subordinate was so frightened that he ran out of the hall.

Thinking of the sound of the click, the seats were cracked one by one.

"When this sect masters the divine art, he will definitely turn this old devil's head to ashes!"