I am a snake, so it makes sense to teach a group of demons, right?

In front of the town Shenmu Forest, on the banks of the Taiping River.

Under the shade of the trees in the fenced courtyard, the blue-shirted man covered his face with a scroll and lay on a rattan chair to take a nap.

The sudden sound of horses’ hooves from far and near shattered the quiet and peaceful trampling in the small world.

“In the Lower Wei capital Janissary Han Chong, on the order of His Highness Seven, came to give a gift to Mr. Qi.”

The blue-shirted man took the scroll and sat up, his eyebrows filled with forbearance and murderous intent.

The gentleman got up very angry.

“Come in.”

After coming to the shade of the tree, the Praetorian Guard, who was armoured and wore a long knife, placed the jade box in his arms on the stone table.

Immediately, in front of the gentleman, open the lid of the box.

Inside the box, there was a bloody human head of Adu.

The blue-shirted man slowly stood up from the rattan chair.

The gaze that cast towards the jade box slowly withdrew and looked at the Janissaries who were close at hand.

The man is about twenty years old, and he is a young man with thick eyebrows.

Because of his armor, his face under his helmet was red and sweaty.

In the man’s doubtful gaze.

The blue-shirted man raised his arm.

The index finger of the right hand is extended.

Tap lightly on the man’s forehead.

Even the screams were not even in time.

A man eight feet long with a tiger’s back and a bear’s waist, along with clothes, armor, and a long knife.

Silently annihilated into dust.

The wind blows.

Ashes are under the trees.

A crisp snap.

The blue-shirted man buttoned the lid of the box.

Slightly raised eyes in the direction of the town.

“Zhao Mang, you shouldn’t have hit my students with ideas!”

……

The town entrance.

Twenty-nine warhorses lined up under the archway that stood high in the town.

Immediately, twenty-nine battle-hardened Janissaries looked ahead and stood still.

A murderous atmosphere.

Under the old locust tree.

Ye Zhaoqiu, a girl in white carrying an ancient sword box, closed her eyes and raised her mind.

Liufeng twisted his hands together and looked dead in the direction of the covered bridge.

Gu Wuyang squatted on the stone pier, staring expressionlessly at the plump and fat buttocks of the flowing wind.

As for Zhao Mang, lying on the tree stump snoring like thunder, the saliva flowing from the corner of his mouth pulled into a transparent silk thread.

“Zhao Mang!!”

Suddenly.

A heaven-shattering roar exploded in the distance, like the sound of thunder, rolling from one side of the sky to the other.

On the covered bridge of the Taiping River, I don’t know when, there was another man hunting in Tsing Yi.

In a pair of eye sockets, three lacquered pupils are like three black holes.

Endless murderous aura, as if the water of the Heavenly River gushing out from the black hole and pouring into the world.

The bang went on and on.

Under the archway, twenty-nine war horses knelt on the ground in an instant.

With the sound of bones cracking, the war horse’s knee smashed dozens of bluestone slabs.

The twenty-nine Janissaries were all overturned, crushed to the ground by murderous anger, and could not get up for half a day.

Under the old locust tree.

Ye Zhaoqiu opened his eyes abruptly.

Su Hand covered the ancient sword box behind him.

The wind was creepy, and his steps subconsciously regressed.

Gu Wuyang blocked in front of Zhao Mang, holding the handle of the knife, trembling.

“Hiss~”

Zhao Mang looked up at the sky and gasped sharply.

“Is this Tianren?!”

In the sky, it was originally like a cloud of majestic mountains.

At this moment, it seems to be pulled by an invisible big hand.

The rolling clouds and mountains were

pulled into a river of stars and

flowed straight to the world.

The master was furious, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

“Is this the Cloud of the Nine Heavens Sagging?!”

“It’s so majestic!”

Zhao Mang’s eyes were as wide as copper bells.

Tsing Yi, who was still standing on the covered bridge in the last second.

The next second suddenly appeared at the entrance of the town.

In the left eye socket, the heavy pupil was like a supreme fierce sword that had once buried the sky.

The moment you look at each other.

Zhao Mang was stunned.

Poof.

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

“I can’t remember how many years I haven’t been angry.”

Qing Yi’s voice was gloomy, “Today, the gods will come, and it will not be able to save your Zhao Mang’s life!” ”

Say it.

The blue-shirted man slowly raised his arm.

Ye Zhaoqiu’s eyebrows frowned slightly, and he whispered: “Your Highness

~” “Cough~

” Zhao Mang coughed violently twice, smiled and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, “Don’t move the hole card, our helper is here!” ”

Just when Tsing Yi was about to kill the killer.

“Mr. Qi, slow!”

Tsing Yi looked up.

But at the end of the long street, the oldest and most prestigious old man in the town, led a large group of residents towards the entrance of the town.

“Mr. Qi, the Seventh Prince can’t be killed!”

The old man said in a deep voice.

“Why?”

Tsing Yi said coldly.

“Mr. Qi, have you ever thought about the consequences of the Seventh Prince’s death in our town?”

“Emperor Wenjing will not let go of the town, when the army rushes by, who can live?”

“Yes, you Mr. Qi is a living immortal, you can pat your ass and leave, but what about us mortals?”

Townspeople, you say a word to me.

Tsing Yi has lived in Qingping Town for decades, and his appearance has not aged in the slightest.

As long as he is not a fool, he knows that the man in blue shirt is a living immortal.

Of course, this is not important.

Most importantly, Tsing Yi is a good immortal.

Never blushed with anyone in town for decades.

Qi Fuzi of Jingchun Academy is a good person, which is well known to the townspeople.

“The Seventh Prince can’t be killed?!”

Qing Yi’s eyes said coldly: “Then Ji Yuan of Wuyi Alley, and Dun of Shearing Rain Alley, let them die in vain?!” ”

Mr. Qi, you are confused, Ji Yuan in Wuyi Lane was killed by his wife Xiao Ran, and Dun from Shearing Rain Lane, your student, it was the child and his mother who sawed off his head with a saw and died, what happened to the Seventh Prince?”

“That’s it, Mr. Qi, you are a scholar in our town, and as a teacher, don’t you dare to buckle the basin.”

“Mr. Qi, the death of Ji Yuan and Dumb, how to say, is fate.”

“Mr. Qi, didn’t I say you, didn’t the Seventh Prince ask you for someone’s information, and you gave it.”

“Alas, Mr. Qi, after investigating the roots, the deaths of Ji Yuan and Dun were all caused by you.”

Town entrance.

Tsing Yi closed his eyes in pain.

He knew very well that the faces of the townspeople were so ugly, but they were just to live.

The heads were sawn off alive by the people closest to them, and then put into a jade box as a gift.

Zhao Mang’s means are really cruel.

After all, no one wants to be the next gift for Tsing Yi.

If you want to kill Zhao Mang, you must step on the corpses of the people of the town.

Tsing Yi can’t do it.

Slowly open your eyes.

Qing Yi looked at the old locust tree, smiling the seventh prince of Weidu.

He had never been so depressed.

A fire in his heart burned him to the sky.

“The death penalty can be avoided, but the living crime cannot be escaped!”

Tsing Yi took a step forward.

“Boom~”

Eighteen weapons such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks were instantly revealed by the residents of the town.

People blocked in front of Zhao Mang, and the sharp point of the weapon pointed directly at Qing Yi.

“Mr. Qi, please come back, you need to calm down!”

The residents of the town are very afraid, very afraid, very afraid of Zhao Mang.

Because Zhao Mang was the seventh prince of Weidu.

The residents of the town are not afraid of Tsing Yi at all.

Even if Tsing Yi is a living immortal who burns the sky and boils the sea.

Why not be afraid?

Very simple.

Tsing Yi is a good person.

“Huh~haha~”

In the deafening laughter, Tsing Yi turned and walked towards the covered bridge.

He lost.

Under the old locust tree.

Zhao Mang smiled brightly.

“Celestial? But Erl! ”

……

Nearing one’s end.

Not under the mountain.

Zhu Jiuyin sat in the cave, spitting clouds and mist while listening to the small whirlwind gushing like a river.

“Master, this is what I saw and heard in the town today.”

The little whirlwind stood upright like a person, and his two slender front legs were like arms and waist, and said angrily: “That Seventh Prince of Laushizi is too disgusting, too loud, it is really unpleasant!”

Zhu Jiuyin squeezed the wine glass and drank it down.

“Although Qi Qingyan was defeated, I admire what he has experienced and done.”

“Deserve that sir, that master.”

Little Whirlwind was curious: “Master, if you were that Mr. Qi, what would you do?” Zhu

Jiuyun said lightly: “If I were Qi Qingyan, that Seventh Prince might kill the people of the town.”

“And in front of me, there may be the heads of the whole town.”

Little Whirlwind asked again: “What if it was the scene of the confrontation at the entrance of the town?”

Zhu Jiuyin said expressionlessly, “I will kill all the people present and leave no one behind.”

“If my heart is not happy, I don’t mind razing the town to the ground.”

“My purpose in life is six words.”

“Free and happy.”

Little Whirlwind said innocently: “But master, I can feel that you are not happy, let alone free.”

Zhu Jiuyin smiled indifferently, “Okay, don’t ask questions.”

“You go down the mountain now and go to Mr. Qi.”

“Please tell him about my seclusion and the group of Wei Dulai.”

Zhu Jiuyin looked at the red blood-like burning clouds in the sky.

He whispered, “This mountain will become their cemetery.” ”