Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

Volume 4: Fantasy Sword Roaring the Universe Chapter 126: Breakthrough

The breakthrough point is Zhao Yixiang!

Zhao Yixiang was still dressed in Yang Yun's clothes. He had just changed out of his court clothes and was wearing a black gown. He was walking on the way to Jirentang. (The most stable,,) Going to Jirentang was private for him, so he didn't bring anything with him.

He passed by his entourage, and the route he walked often changed, making it difficult for people to follow him.

Zhao Yixiang has been feeling that someone is spying on him in the past few days, but he just can't find out who it is. This can't be blamed on him, street vendors, passers-by, beggars in the corner... they are all too ordinary and ordinary. Zhao Yixiang

How do you know that you were actually being monitored along the way?

Zhao Yixiang had no choice but to be as careful as possible. These days, he avoided walking on the streets and only walked in uninhabited alleys. In this way, even if someone was following him, he could fight back very quickly once he was noticed.

Just turn another three-way intersection and go straight to Huguosi Street. Zhao Yixiang couldn't help but speed up his steps. The feeling of being followed today was stronger than before, and he had an ominous premonition in his heart. Before, he

The reason he never reported to the Golden Wing Sect that he might be being followed was because even he himself was not sure whether it was true. But today, he felt it was necessary to report all this to the Golden Wing Sect.

Just when Zhao Yixiang reached the three-way intersection, two people suddenly appeared at the three intersections, and they happened to surround him in the middle.

Zhao Yixiang was shocked, knowing that the person who came was not good, but he believed that his martial arts was not weak, so he quickly calmed down and scolded with great authority: "I am the minister of household affairs and an important minister of the imperial court. How dare you, such a young man, do it in broad daylight?"

What crime should be committed by besieging important officials of the imperial court?"

The six people surrounding Zhao Yixiang did not answer, but slowly drew out their swords.

When Zhao Yixiang saw the six men drawing their swords, he realized that their martial arts were not weak. Even if he were to deal with two, he would still be undefeated at most. But there were currently six, and he knew that he had no chance of winning. There was only one way out - escape!

As long as he escapes the siege of six people and rushes to Huguo Temple Street, he will be safe.

Blocked on three sides, there was no way to escape. But Zhao Yixiang was not discouraged. There was at least one direction that was unoccupied, and that was the sky. He was quite proud of his Qinggong, and it was easy to pull out a few feet.

With a sneer, Zhao Yixiang stomped his right foot and shot towards the stone wall on the left. (The most stable,) The six people surrounding him immediately followed him.

As soon as Zhao Yixiang approached the stone wall on the left, he suddenly stamped his left foot hard on the stone wall. His whole body suddenly changed direction and flew over the right side. The six people who were chasing him suddenly failed. This time his target was on the right.

The top of the wall. As long as he climbs up the top of the wall, he can easily escape.

One foot, just one more foot higher, and Zhao Yixiang could reach the top of the wall. There was a hint of ridicule on his lips. Even if six more people were sent to attack such a sparse attack, it would only be in vain.

But at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

An erratic figure descended from the sky, like a god, and pounced on Zhao Yixiang as fast as lightning, like an eagle pounced on a weak rabbit.

Zhao Yixiang felt the tremendous pressure from the opponent, and his heart was filled with despair. Such a master was not something he could compete with. The one-foot distance became an insurmountable obstacle for him.

So close to the end of the world!

But Zhao Yixiang did not sit still and wait for death. He knew that he was losing, but he still wanted to give it a try. Gritting his teeth, he lightly scolded, raised his hands, and used the "Overlord Lifting Cauldron" style to shoulder the figure that was attacking from top to bottom.

Zhao Yixiang's palms met the person's single palm. Strangely, the two palms collided without making any sound, as if they were just playing and not exerting any force.

As soon as the three palms came into contact, Zhao Yixiang groaned, and his whole body felt like an electric shock. The rising trend turned into falling again, and he fell to the ground with a plop. He could no longer stand up and only gasped on the ground.

"Brother Yang, oh no, Zhao Yixiang, Brother Zhao, we have to say goodbye to Shaolin. Are you okay?" The figure falling from the sky fell, it was Wen Zijun.

"You...you..." Zhao Yixiang's face turned even pale when he heard Wen Zijun's voice. He knew that his identity had been exposed, but he was unable to resist.

At this time, a bullock cart that could drive in the alley arrived. There was a large bucket on the cart, which was specially used to pour night fertilizer.

Wen Zijun struck Zhao Yixiang a few times, and Zhao Yixiang fell unconscious. Then he ordered: "Throw him into the dung bucket. Let's go!"

After a while, there was no one at the three intersections of the alley, and calm returned again, as if nothing happened.

Zhao Yixiang woke up again and found that he was in a cellar.

The cellar is not humid, on the contrary, it is very dry. There are transoms on the four walls. Although they are not big, you can see the green grass outside, and the golden sunshine can sneak in for an hour.

Sitting on a Taishi chair, Zhao Yixiang noticed that his skills had been blocked, and his injuries had been alleviated. There was a long table in front of him with water and food on it. Only then did he feel that he was hungry, so he picked up the food.

Eat it with big mouthfuls.

After almost eating, a man came down from the top. Zhao Yixiang took a closer look and saw that it was Wen Zijun.

Zhao Yixiang's face darkened and he glared at Wen Zijun fiercely.

Wen Zijun walked up to Zhao Yixiang. There was also an imperial chair opposite the long table, so he sat on it and said with a smile, "How are you, Brother Zhao?"

"You...know everything?" Zhao Yixiang sighed, and then asked.

"You can say that, but there are still some doubts. I hope Brother Zhao can give Wen some answers." Wen Zijun nodded.

Zhao Yixiang smiled softly and said: "Brother Wen has great supernatural powers, what else is unclear? Forget it, let's talk and see if Zhao can solve the doubts in Brother Wen's heart."

The two of them were obviously enemies, but they were both polite and polite at this time, just like a pair of close friends having a heart-to-heart talk.

"Very good." Wen Zijun said, "First of all, why do you want to frame Wen? I just came out of the world, and I am confident that I have nothing to do with you, so why do you want to frame me?"

"Haha..." Zhao Yixiang smiled and said: "Brother Wen, don't you think it's strange? Shaolin Chengyuan, Jun Linfeng, Lin Liqiu... many outstanding figures of the younger generation in the world have been framed. Could it be that Wen

Brother, don’t you think it’s weird?”

After hearing what Zhao Yixiang said, Wen Zijun's eyes couldn't help but brighten, and he said: "You are not targeting me alone, and naturally you are not targeting any of them, but... you are targeting young heroes in the world! Yes or no?"

"Papa papa", Zhao Yixiang clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile: "Brother Wen is indeed a smart man, and he can tell the truth with just one point. That's right! Our move is to attack those young heroes with extraordinary qualifications.

. You must know that these talents are the effective forces of the Jianghu. If the Golden Wing Sect wants to dominate the Jianghu, the first thing it must attack is not which sect, but these effective forces. By then, the various sects in the Jianghu will have no successors, so why not let us slaughter them?"

"So that's it!" Wen Zijun suddenly realized, "Don't Wen feel extremely honored? He was noticed by you when he first came out of the world, and he was included among the young heroes of the world. It is really a great honor. However,

Since we are going to attack, why not do something more thorough, such as killing all the heroes in the world?"

Zhao Yixiang smiled again and said: "You have to know that these young heroes all have prestigious backgrounds. Killing one or two is fine, but if you kill more, it will attract the masters behind them.

.This is really an unwise move for the Golden Wing Sect, which is not yet ready. However, now that I think about it, it is really not as good as Brother Wen said, killing them with one strike."

"Oh? But why?" Wen Zijun asked.

This time, Zhao Yixiang smiled bitterly and said: "Isn't it because of you, Brother Wen? What the Golden Wing Sect has planned has been planned for many years. I thought I was sure of it and could dominate the martial arts world, but unexpectedly, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway.

Come."

"So, Wen is that Cheng Yaojin?" Wen Zijun responded.

"That's right!" Zhao Yixiang said with a bit of resentment, "At the beginning we thought you were just a young person with some qualifications. As long as you were falsely accused of being a street rat that everyone yelled at, you would fall. Who knew that this was ours?

It was a mistake. I only regret that I didn't kill you in the first place, so that you wouldn't have made breakthroughs again and again, your martial arts would have advanced by leaps and bounds, and you would have become a formidable enemy of my Golden Wing Sect."

"I see. Then you are really making a mistake." Wen Zijun continued, "Although Wen suffered many misfortunes, he also encountered many adventures, which made him the strength he is today. As the saying goes, 'If a jade is not polished, it will not become a weapon.' If Wen had not

With the 'care' of Golden Wing Sect, I would no longer be who I am today. 'Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and misfortunes and blessings depend on them.' This word 'blessings and misfortunes' is indeed elusive."

Seeing that Zhao Yixiang remained silent, Wen Zijun continued: "Second, your Golden Wing Sect is all dormant. What else are you planning?"

When Zhao Yixiang heard Wen Zijun's question, a trace of surprise flashed through his eyes. Although it passed briefly, he was still caught by Wen Zijun.

"Plot? What other plots can we have?" Zhao Yixiang regained his composure, "What we plotted was to unify the world. However, in the battle of Shaolin Temple, we ended in a disastrous defeat, and our domination of the world was in vain. What other plots can we have?"