Astral Apostle

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There is a mountain in Jiangchun, called Wushan, green mountains and beautiful water, misty rain.

Ninety years ago, the Master Baihe founded the Wushan School here, recruiting many disciples and passing on his martial arts skills.

After decades of development, Wushan School has become one of the eight major schools in Jianghu. The martial arts system has gradually improved. It is good at swordsmanship and light gong. Kungfu is known for its dense and delicate skills.

Not including the servants, the Wushan faction has hundreds of members, mainly located in the Jiangchun area, with many branches and other courtyards, and they have industries in many prefectures and cities.

Not long ago, the head of the sect, Shen Sanqiu, missed Chen Feng's crusade and disappeared without a trace. The Wushan faction was caught off guard and sent a large number of disciples to search for Shen Sanqiu's traces on the rivers and lakes.

At this moment, in the Wushan School's main hall, the middle and high-level sects gathered together, and the atmosphere was solemn and solemn.

"The sect has already inquired. The sect master did not die in Chen Feng's hands. He escaped by chance, but there was no news later. I don't know what happened, and I cannot confirm the life and death of the sect master."

One of the elders spoke with a solemn tone.

Everyone had different expressions and nodded silently.

The people present are the core backbones of the Wushan faction. There are roughly four types of people, one is the elders in the sect, the other is the uncles and teachers who are in charge of their peers, the third is the helmsman who presides over the affairs of various places, and the fourth is the head of the sect. Many direct disciples.

"Master's martial arts are strong, and he will definitely be able to turn danger into safety. It may not be a disaster, but it may just be held back by something."

One of the middle-aged men spoke in a deep voice. This person is Qi Zhiyu, the founding disciple of the leader.

As a senior brother in the sect, he is a true martial arts master, and has already made a name for himself in the arena.

At this time, an uncle named Ding Shixiong suddenly sneered:

"The martial arts are strong? No matter how high you are, is it still defeated by Chen Feng?"

Qi Zhiyu turned to look at him, frowned and said, "What does Master Ding mean?"

"Hmph, the sect master went to deal with Chen Feng without discussing it with me. He has provoked such a strong enemy for the sect. He is too conceited, and that's why it is so difficult."

Ding Shixiong snorted coldly.

Qi Zhiyu said dissatisfiedly: "Uncle Shi's words are bad! You know that Shizun was invited by the big figures in Ningtian Mansion, and you didn't come out to object. Now that I'm talking sarcastic words, I don't know what Uncle Shi is thinking."

Ding Shixiong looked annoyed: "No big or small, your master taught you like this?"

"Enough, is this the place to fight?"

The elders in the door could not see, and stopped the two of them.

After the scene was quiet, the elder looked at the lady in charge and asked, "I wonder if Mrs. Shen has something to say?"

Shen Sanqiu's wife was originally a child of a wealthy businessman and was not skilled in martial arts. Ever since she learned of her husband's disappearance, she has been in tears all day. At this time, she sobbed and said:

"I also hope that you will help us to find the husband of the slave family..."

"Don't worry, sister-in-law, we will definitely find the head." Another uncle and uncle spoke comfortingly.

Everyone was silent for a while, and an elder suddenly coughed and said:

"The head is missing, so it's not the way to drag it on. Right now, there are no leaders in the sect, and someone needs to take charge of the overall situation."

Hearing this, Ding Shixiong immediately agreed: "Yes, the lady in charge has never asked about the affairs of the sect, we need to find another person with outstanding ability to take the lead and temporarily serve as the head of the sect."

The voice fell, and everyone secretly exchanged glances with different thoughts.

"Hmph, Master Ding is planning to recommend himself?" Qi Zhiyu hummed lightly.

Ding Shixiong stroked his beard proudly: "Why not? Over the years, I have dealt with matters large and small, and which one is not familiar to me? If I temporarily take charge of the sect, the sect will not be in trouble."

"That's right, Uncle Shi has always wanted to get involved in the head of the sect, and we all know that." Qi Zhiyu sneered.

"Hmph, so what? Have I ever done anything to harm the interests of the sect? It was my senior brother who provoked Chen Feng and other murderers to the sect, trapping us in fire and water!"

Ding Shixiong was dissatisfied.

An elder nodded: "Indeed, it is quite risky to temporarily replace the head. If Chen Feng goes to the door to raise a teacher to ask the guilt, the deputy head will bear the brunt..."

Ding Shixiong immediately answered: "Yes, I am a sect with all my heart, and I am willing to take this risk, all of which are painstaking efforts."

Everyone looked at each other.

"It sounds good, but it's not because Chen Feng has no plans to come to the door, so he wants to compete for the position of the head. These days, the murderer did not find any trouble in the arena who killed him, so what risk would there be? …”

Some disciples in the crowd murmured in disapproval.

"Who is chewing the tongue?!"

Ding Shixiong glared at the disciples.

Although he really thinks so, he doesn't allow others to question him like this... The possibility of Chen Fengxing's inquisition is a good reason to scare off other competitors, and it can also reflect his loyalty to the sect.

At this time, a young woman behind the head lady took a few steps forward and said eagerly:

"My uncles and uncles, I don't know if my father is alive or dead. Now is not the time to talk about this, right? Let's find someone first."

She is Shen Sanqiu's daughter Shen Yue. She knows some martial arts, but she is more cultivated as a lady, not a real Jianghu person.

Ding Shixiong frowned: "The little girl's family, don't talk nonsense when you are not sensible."

"But my dad..."

An elder shook his head and said, "Cough, Yue'er, you are still young, and you are a married person, so don't interrupt when it comes to sect affairs."

Ding Shixiong nodded in agreement: "It's important to find the head, but if you can't find him one day, will the sect not do anything else for a day? This big business can't be stopped like this."

Most of the Jianghu sects don't pay attention to blood hereditary, so people don't pay so much attention to the daughter of the sect master.

The sect is where everyone's interests are linked, and it is rarely a family inheritance. In the eyes of many backbones, the survival and development of the Wushan sect is far more important than the life and death of a leader.

Shen Yue was bitter, but she was helpless to everyone.

Although her father is the head of the sect, the sect is not a sect, and Shen Sanqiu's whereabouts are unknown at this time. She is a girl with shallow martial arts, and she simply orders these elders and uncles not to move.

"In this case, I will temporarily take the head of the next one. Do you have any objections?"

Ding Shixiong didn't want to beat around the bush any more, he patted the chair and spoke directly.

"I think this is feasible. Shixiong has devoted himself to the sect, and can be a great responsibility."

Several elders discussed and nodded in unison.

Seeing this, the disciples headed by Qi Zhiyu could not oppose it any more, they could only accept it dully.

"Okay! Then I will temporarily take the place of the head of the Wushan faction. This is a matter of urgency. If I can find my senior brother, I will return the position to him."

Ding Shixiong suppressed the joy in his heart and made a clear statement.

He looked around at everyone, cleared his throat, and said sternly:

"There are three things that need to be solved urgently. One is to find the whereabouts of the leader. If you live to see people die, you will see corpses. The second is to wait and see Chen Feng's attitude. Although the leader was defeated by this person, this is the result of going his own way. There is no need for me to provoke this person again, but I must take more precautions. Since I am the deputy head, I will set an example. If this person invites a teacher to ask for guilt, I will come forward to negotiate..."

It is said that, in fact, these words are just a statement for the disciples to see.

It has been so long since the killing of the famous people in the world, Chen Feng has not expressed it, so Ding Shixiong does not think that the murderer is really coming.

"The last thing...that is to find the secrets of the Flowing Cloud Drizzle Art."

When the voice fell, everyone's expressions changed slightly.

Ding Shixiong paused, and continued to say cheekily:

"This thing is my Wushan school town school's secret art, according to the ancestral teaching, it can only be practiced by the head of the past dynasties, and it has always been kept by my senior brother. Now he has nowhere to go, this secret book needs to be found, lest this work be lost... In my opinion , even if my senior brother carries the secret book with him, he will definitely make a copy and hide it somewhere in the door..."

He has been coveting this unique skill for a day or two. As soon as he became the acting head, he couldn't wait to exercise his reasonable rights and wanted to practice this skill.

In this way, even if Shen Sanqiu didn't die and wanted to take over the sect again when he came back, he couldn't change the fact that he had practiced the secret art of the sect master, and he would have the capital to fight for.

Just when Ding Shixiong was making a wishful thinking, a disciple suddenly stumbled into the hall, his face full of horror.

"It's not good! That's urging Yama Chen Feng to worship the mountain!"

"What? Is this guy really here?!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole room was shocked.

"How come!" Ding Shixiong stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically.

Did you really come to Xingshi to ask the guilt?

Grandma's, I don't come sooner or later, but I just came when I became the head!

This fellow deliberately can't go with me!

"... Disciples, follow me out to meet the enemy."

Ding Shixiong gritted his teeth, although he panicked, he calmed himself down and strode out of the hall.

When a strong enemy comes to the door, other people don't care about talking about anything else, so they accompany them together.

...

Everyone walked quickly, and soon arrived at the archway of the mountain gate.

I saw two groups of people confronting each other here, surrounded by hundreds of Wushan Sect disciples, blocking the door, all of them holding long swords and pointing directly at the group of big men opposite, but no one dared to shoot first.

Ding Shixiong looked around and saw Chen Feng who was leading the group at a glance. His burly muscles were too eye-catching.

He calmed down and asked tentatively:

"Are you Chen Feng?"

"It's Grandpa, who is in charge of you?"

Zhou Jing leaned on his spear, turned a blind eye to the more than 100 people in front of him, and shouted loudly.

Ding Shixiong bit his head and clasped his fists and said, "Ding Shixiong is now the deputy head of the Wushan faction. I wonder what a good man would do if he came to the door?"

"Hmph, you are a hypocrite, you are asking!"

Zhou Jing glared at it and shouted:

"A few days ago, a group of experts from all corners of the world came to kill Grandpa, and your Wushan faction leader was among them. The one surnamed Shen escaped from my gun, but unfortunately he met my brother and was killed! But the matter is not over, he It's the head of the sect, what you do is a matter of fact, grandpa recently freed up his hands, just to find you to settle accounts!"

With Chen Feng's apostle personality, it is estimated that he disdains to hide the news of Shen Sanqiu's death, and takes this opportunity to provoke trouble, so Zhou Jing simply reported it directly, but there is no need to make it clear who did it.

The voice fell.

When the lady in charge heard the news of her husband's death, she rolled her eyes and fainted.

"How dare you kill my father?!"

Shen Yue screamed and became emotional, and when she drew out her long sword, she was about to rush up desperately.

Seeing this, the disciples next to him quickly grabbed her, not wanting her to go up and die.

"If you kill it, you will kill it. Could it be that he is only allowed to kill, but not allowed to kill him? You want revenge, and grandpa is always waiting for you. It is your ability to wipe grandpa's neck."

Zhou Jing's face did not change.

When Ding Shixiong heard the news, in addition to his anger, he was also a little secretly happy. He quickly stabilized his mind, made an angry look, and shouted:

"You killed the head of my faction, what else do you want to do? You came here to show off your power and deceive me, and there is no one in Wushan faction?!"

Hearing this, many of the disciples also shared the same hatred and glared at Zhou Jing.

Zhou Jing didn't care and said to himself:

"The head of your family is willing to be the eagle dog of the imperial court, intercepting my brother, and the Wu Shan faction can't escape the blame. But he is already dead, and I don't want to start killing people today. It just so happens that our brothers are quite interested in your Wu Shan faction martial arts, so that's it. , you hand over all the martial arts in the door, and I will spare you."

"What? Impossible!"

Ding Shixiong was shocked and categorically refused.

Martial arts is the foundation of a sect in Jianghu. If you hand over all martial arts in your sect to outsiders, the sect's brand and face will be ruined!

Many of the disciples present were also taken aback by Zhou Jing's request, and immediately the crowd became excited and yelled.

"You bastard is so deceiving!"

"Ridiculous! When our Wu Shan faction is easy to bully?"

"We are not those country villagers with different martial arts. You dare to come to the door, believe it or not, you will never come back!"

Wu Shan sent everyone to scold more and more vigorously, and even a little eager to try, trying to take down Zhou Jing and his party.

As disciples of one of the eight sects of Jianghu, they are naturally arrogant, and feel that if hundreds of their own disciples take action together, they may not be able to kill this provocative murderer and remove a harm for the world!

At this moment, Zhou Jing snorted and suddenly raised his hand and threw a spear.

Like a flying crossbow, the iron-coated dragon spear went straight to the Wushan Pai Mountain Gate Archway above everyone's head.

Boom! !

The mountain gate exploded!

Clap la la - the rubble fell like rain, causing the disciples to panic and flee.

The thick mountain gate archway was directly smashed by a single shot.

The scene that was still clamoring just now became silent in an instant.

The anger of the disciples was instantly extinguished, and they were all frightened, their faces full of horror, and they were silent.

The power of a single shot, as for Sri Lanka?

This Chen Feng's divine power is even more terrifying than rumored!

"Don't agree? It's okay, as long as any of you can pick up my three moves, I'll retire."

Zhou Jing twisted his neck and then pointed to Ding Shixiong:

"Aren't you the new head, come and pick me up three tricks, if you can survive, your martial arts will be preserved."

"No no... I'm not the head, just a temporary substitute..."

Ding Shixiong woke up like a dream, and he was so scared that he shrank back.

With this kind of strength, where do you need three moves, half a move will kill you!

He was very happy to fight for the position of headmaster, but at this time he only felt that this position was a hot potato, and he regretted it.

"Oh, he doesn't have the guts, then you come?"

Zhou Jing ordered another elder.

The man was shocked and shook his head again and again.

Zhou Jing looked around, and as far as their eyes could reach, everyone panicked and avoided their eyes.

"Hey, if you don't dare to accept the move, then you should be wise and do as I say, otherwise... I will ask you to be removed from the Wushan School Jianghu today!!"

Speaking of the last sentence, he suddenly drank violently and let go of his evil spirits.

call--

In a trance, everyone seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and the strong smell of blood hit their faces.

plop plop...

Many Wushan Sect disciples fell to the ground in fright.

As the number of kills increased, Chen Feng's talent became heavier and heavier.

If you are a little timid, even if you eat him, you will lose control of Gu Dao, and excrement and urine will come out.

After saying this, Zhou Jing said no more, and took the brothers to stride forward.

The Wushan faction disciples hurriedly avoided, the crowd seemed to be separated by waves.

The fear overwhelmed the anger in the hearts of the disciples, their bodies were stiff, they didn't dare to take any action, they had lost the courage to do it, and they just stayed where they were, watching Zhou Jing and his group walk into their sect.

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