Chapter 122 The owner

Seeing that Wei Xiaoxiao's guard turned around and ran away, Wuqi didn't have time to think about why he was here. He had already snatched a sharp wrist-removing knife from Meng Xiaobai's waist, which the people in Meng Village were used to wearing, and threw it at the man with trembling hands. With a sharp roar, the sharp knife shot out, and the hilt hit the back of the man's head heavily, causing the man to suddenly lean forward, and he turned over and fell to the ground with white foam.

"Ye, my lady came to the door to kick the hall in person. Who dared to escape? Who dared to leave? If Shi Tianmo doesn't come forward, you will all die!" Wuqi glared at the martial arts disciples in front of him and scolded him sternly. Zhao Chenzui's eyes were very bright. Seeing that Wuqi knocked the man out, he rushed up with a group of wolves and tigers, beat the martial arts disciples who were blocking the front, and tied the guards and several followers around him to Wuqi.

The men who were with the guard struggled and roared hard, but Zhao Chenzui shouted loudly. They beat them with sticks, making the noses and faces swollen. They only knew that they were crying out loud and hurt, and they never dared to curse again. The spies of the Fengshi Department were very quick to start. They rushed up and tied the hands and feet of the people with a bulb rope, blocked their mouths with a odor strip that they took out from somewhere, and then took them directly to the back.

Several martial arts teachers rushed out, and they pointed at Wuqi and shouted sternly: "Rareless, this is our museum owner and distinguished guest. What did you do if you tie him up? Let people go, let them go quickly, children, surrounded these unknown guys." With the scolding of these teachers, a large group of martial arts disciples pulled out their weapons, or picked up stone locks, wooden sticks and other objects that they could use, slowly forming a circle, surrounding Wuqi and others in the square.

On the wall of the Shijiaguan, warriors who were watching the fun gradually appeared. These warriors who were afraid that the world would not be in chaos either sat on the wall or lay on the wall, pointing to this side. Some even blew a sharp whistle and pointed at this side and cursed: "The cowards of the Shijiaguan are here to kick the house. According to the rules of the martial arts world, they are fighting with them one by one. Do more people bully few people?"

Wuqi laughed loudly, and he laughed loudly, bowed his hands to the warriors watching the fun on the wall and smiled and said, "Thank you for your righteous words! Today our lady has taken a fancy to the foundation of the Shijiaguan and brought her brothers to the restaurant to grab the venue. Please give me a testimony. If we defeat the Shitian Demon today, this Shijiaguan will belong to ours!"

Many warriors on the wall laughed loudly, and they all agreed with Wuqi's clamor. Some people came to find the bad luck of the Shijiaguan. This was a rare excitement. These warriors wanted them to beat them to the point of blood, so they cursed them, calling Shi Tianmo a shrunk and an old turtle who only knew to bully the powerless ranger. When they met a real tough character, they only knew that they were huddled behind and trembled and did not dare to come out to see people.

In this chaos, four of the eight ghost immortals dressed as good servants had already mixed up in the crowd and sneaked into the backyard of the Shijia Pavilion. The sky was blue and the sun was bright, and the ghost immortals who cultivated the body of ghosts had lost their effect under the sunlight. Therefore, they could only sneak into the Shijia Pavilion in the chaos in the frontcourt. With their current dress, they were no different from the servant servants of ordinary wealthy families, but they did not attract the attention of others.

Wuqi was still shouting here, clamoring as he kept tying about the so-called rules of the world and asking the people of the Shijiaguan to come forward to fight with him. However, the teachers present were all those who could not make decisions. They just ordered many disciples to form a huge circular encirclement to surround everyone, constantly compressing everyone's space, but they did not dare to speak Wuqi's accent. They were not qualified to decide the future of the Shijiaguan.

There was a loud whistle and the warriors watching the fun became more and more noisy. The masters of the Shi Family Pavilion did not appear, and nearly 3,000 sects surrounded hundreds of warriors who came to the door to kick the restaurant. This was a huge handle. If it was spread, the reputation of the Shi Family Pavilion would be even worse than the boss. These warriors shouted and cursed wantonly, which made the ancestors of Shi Tianmo's Demon greeted him for a round of 18 generations.

Just as the atmosphere became more and more tense, a long roar suddenly came from the courtyard of the Shijiaguan. A low and powerful voice suddenly sounded in the long roar: "Who is so arrogant? How dare you come to the Shijiaguan to cause trouble? A group of incompetent people can get out of the way!"

Finally, the word "Get out" was like a roar of thunder. Nearly a thousand warriors watching the fun were lying on the wall or standing on the wall exclaimed at the same time. Blood was sprayed out in everyone's ears, and they all stood unsteadily and all turned over and fell down the wall and fell to death.

Accompanied by the scolding, a group of twenty or so wearing black robes and various weapons hung around their waists. The proud man slowly walked out of the hall at the end of the square under the leadership of an octogenarian. The many martial arts teachers present suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. They all smiled and said, "We are relieved. The young master is here, how are you doing!"

Shi Wugui, the only son of the Demon of Heaven, and the master of the Congenital God Realm, enjoys a high reputation in the Jidu martial arts world. After all, it is extremely difficult for warriors who have no doors and no households to cultivate to the innate realm, let alone break through the innate breathing realm and advance to a higher stage. Unless the 13 sects of the Dayan Chaoxiandao have a complete cultivation inheritance and a more spiritual root endowment that is more suitable for cultivation, it is almost impossible for ordinary warriors to cultivate to the advanced stage of the innate realm.

As a warrior, the legend of Shi Tian Demon has reached the peak of innate fetal breathing, and Shi Wugui has also reached the innate God-combination realm. The cultivation of the father and son is already an absolutely top master-level figure in the Dayan Dynasty. So when they saw Shi Wugui appear, many disciples of the martial arts hall dispersed and arranged in neat teams on the left and right sides of the square, no longer as nervous as before.

Shi Wuque's body was not tall, just about six feet tall, with a clean and thin body, white hair and beard tied with a bun on his head with a red rope. It is said that he was a hundred years old, but Shi Wuque's face was as smooth as a young man, and the so-called childish face was like him. He wore a black robe with wide robe and big sleeves, and a long sword that was almost as tall as his figure hung around his waist. He swayed one step and three times, and came to Wuqi steadily.

He glanced disdainfully and covered all his breath with the secret method of stealing the scriptures. The exposed internal force fluctuations were Wuqi, who was innately nourishing the veins realm. Shi Wugu shook his head and glanced at Princess Zhengle. Princess Zhengle's five-colored divine light was concentrated in her body, and she was chaotic and chaotic, and her aura was obscure and difficult to detect. Shi Wugu could only barely sense that Princess Zhengle probably also had the innate nourishing the veins realm or a higher level, but that's all.

He snorted coldly, and Shi Wugui shouted in a low voice: "You are the ones who injured my disciples in the Shijia Pavilion? Forget it, all the entourage guards have their own arms. This little woman stayed in front of my Shijia Pavilion and knelt down for three days to atone for her sins, and then compensated a lot for the medicine for my injured disciple. This matter is over. You young people don't know that the world is high, but fortunately they came to our Shijia Pavilion. When they meet a charity like me, they will all suffer any other martial arts hall."

Shi Wuque's posture was very high, but Wuqi and Princess Zhengle were not grateful.

After hearing his words, Princess Zhengle couldn't help but sneer: "Let me kneel down for three days to atone for my sins? Oh, I'm so old, I dare to talk to me like this, you old man is the first one!" Princess Zhengle's eyes flashed fiercely, and she looked at Shi Wugui's dry and thin figure fiercely, thinking about where to start to give him awesomeness.

Wuqi carefully looked up and down at Shi Wugui. A warrior in the realm of innate God? Hey, this Shu Wugui has clearly reached the realm of innate fetal breathing, and is the peak of the realm of innate fetal breathing. Especially Shi Wugui's skin is luster and lubricated, and there is a faint blue color under the skin. He clearly practiced a strange cultivation method that focuses on physical exercise. Where is the legendary warrior?

Four strange lights flashed in his eyes, and Wuqi had seen through the reality of Shi Wuqi. If it weren't for the fact that there was a special method of practicing both eyes in the sutra, he might have been hidden by Shi Wuqi today. The technique he practiced was extremely strange, and the true energy in his body was not very strong, but all the power was concentrated on his body. The power of Shi Wuqi was roughly estimated to be more than ten times more than Wuqi now.

With innate energy infusing his eyes, he clearly saw the dazzling halo emitted by Shi Wugui's strong body, and Wuqi couldn't help but shake his head.

No wonder Lao Ai told Princess Yingchuan that the assassination of Yan Buji was related to the Shi Family Pavilion. Looking at Shi Wugui's situation, where was he a warrior? Behind him, at least there was an existence equivalent to the Thirteen Sects of the Great Yan Immortal Dao. It was also thanks to Lao Ai's business in Jidu for so many years, and even the Ren King Yan Xianchen became his disciple. If not, who would have thought that a martial arts hall on Xiongwu Street would dare to assassinate the Duke of the current dynasty?

With a sigh, Wuqi took out a total of 300 pieces of high-quality explosive flame talismans produced by the Tianling Sect from the storage ring. He threw the explosive flame talismans that were tied firmly with a red rope toward Shi Wugui. Shi Wugui, who reacted very quickly, grabbed the thick stack of "paper pieces".

"What is this? What are you doing to me?" Shi Wugui looked at the red ropes on his hands, and could not see the original flame explosion talisman. He looked at Wuqi in surprise. He weighed the bunch of flame explosion talismans. It was a stack of paper, and there was no incense or poison on it. It didn't seem like a hidden weapon used to plot against people?

Wuqi grabbed Princess Zhengle's little hand, turned around and ran backwards.

After running dozens of feet away, Wuqi's thoughts moved, and the thick stack of explosive flame talismans on Shi Wugui's hand suddenly exploded.

The flames swept across a hundred feet of land. Shi Wugu was blown away so that his black smoke rolled backwards. The light blue sticky blood that was as thick as ink continued to ejaculate from his broken body. The more than 20 innate warriors following him didn't even have time to let out a scream, and they were blown to pieces on the spot.

The martial arts disciples who lined up neatly in the square screamed repeatedly. They were a little far from the center of the explosion, but the three hundred explosive flame talismans exploded together, and the power was extremely domineering, almost comparable to the power of the top-grade "Nine-Dawn Thunder Flame Talisman" drawn by the Jindan stage of the Tianling Sect with all their energy. Nearly a thousand martial arts disciples were swept up by the shock wave and fell heavily dozens of feet away.

The ground was messy, and blood was everywhere.

A long roar like a wild beast suddenly rang out from the backyard of the martial arts hall. A hard, cold, emotionless voice came from afar: "Who dares to hurt my child, my disciple? Take your life!"
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