Chapter 424: Zhou Yu's Fear

Chapter 44 Zhou Yu's Fear

Chapter 44

It took more than half an hour to walk from the foot of Huangshan Mountain to Guangming Peak. This is the result of the whole world and Mingjiao's failure to stop and prevent.

"stop"

When rushing through the sea of ​​fire passage, someone finally stopped Kaixin and Zhou Zhiruo before the stone steps leading to Guangmingding: "Your Excellency is so courageous, you dare to join our Mingjiao."

The person who appeared was the incense master of Fengyang branch of Mingjiao, 'Zhou Yu'. The latter's eyes swept over Zhou Zhiruo's naturally charming curves, and the latter stepped forward to explain in due course.

Afterwards, Zhou Yu smiled slightly, and his eyes fell back on Kaixin: "So you have accepted the task, congratulations." After speaking, she calmly moved out of the way without further obstruction.

"..."

Kaixin has also admired Zhou Yu for a long time. Seeing that the other party moved away gracefully, she immediately clasped her fists and nodded, and led Zhou Zhiruo to pass by the other party to Guangmingding.

The backs of the two quickly moved away.

"Brother Zhou, why did you let him go so easily? Little San died in his hands." The man with the flute appeared behind Zhou Yu with a resentful expression on his robe.

Zhou Yu turned around slowly, and said:

"I know, if it's someone else, it's okay, we can't talk to him, but what he brought is Zhou Zhiruo, alas, a woman who can't move in the mission, if the leader finds out, our efforts today will be in vain... After a pause, he continued: "Little San died in Kaixin's hands. It is not wronged. He is the number one celebrity, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved. Moreover, even if the two of us join forces today, we may not be able to keep him."

"Hmph, I can't calm down. When I think of Xiaosan's death in the hands of this kid, and he got the hidden mission of our Mingjiao Guangming Summit, I can't get angry." The flute man is not as open-minded as Zhou Yu.

"Then work hard to improve your strength, otherwise, you can't deal with Kaixin with your mouth alone." Speaking of this, Zhou Yu raised his head leisurely, and sighed with emotion: "I remember my little sister reminded me to pay attention to Kaixin, but at that time I didn't I didn't care about it, I knew that he would soar into the sky on the birthday of the Son of Heaven, maybe I would rob his dart and compete with him."

"It's not too late now."

The flute man's eyes flickered.

Zhou Yu glanced at him lightly,

Unhurriedly said: "Level 4 Divine Sword of Protecting the Nation, how much attack speed and damage will be increased, you can calculate."

"By the way, that is a tier 4 famous weapon, why didn't it appear on the list of magic weapons?" Zhou Yu's touch, the flute man's heart was shocked, and he raised his volume inconceivably: "It hasn't been updated yet, what's going on? "

"Ask me? You are asking the wrong person."

A light flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes: "The book was edited by Bai Xiaosheng. I have to ask him this question. Now I want to know, besides the tier 4 Sword of Protecting the Nation, how much tier 4 equipment does Kaixin have on her. "

"..."

...

Just when the flute man was surprised by the information that Zhou Yu had invisibly detected, Kaixin took Zhou Zhiruo all the way into the Mingjiao General Forum without hindrance.

After all, the disciples of the six sects had already retreated from Huangshan, and the arrival of the two did not arouse any violent reaction from the Mingjiao disciples. After hearing their intentions, they quickly called Song Yuanqiao.

Song Qingshu followed with an excited expression. He must have heard the disciples of the Ming Sect say that the disciples of the Emei Sect had something to report, and asked Zhou Zhiruo, so he came here specially.

"Hehe, it turns out to be Happy Young Hero..." Song Yuanqiao saw Kaixin again, and his face became a bit more complicated. After all, Zhang Wuji was the child of his fifth younger brother. Kaixin almost killed Zhang Wuji, but he still showed open-mindedness. Mind:

"Young hero turned back, this is, why?"

Song Qingshu directly came to Zhou Zhiruo's side and showed his hospitality: "Junior Sister Zhiruo, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhiruo ignored Song Qingshu and knelt down on one knee, startling Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu:

"Song Daxia's Emei faction was attacked by imperial eagles and dogs. Now hundreds of disciples are in danger of dying, and my master is also in danger. I hope Song Daxia will rescue him."

He was happy but looked at Song Qingshu strangely. He remembered that Song Qingshu should have returned to Wudang with the brigade and was also captured. How could he be here?

"What"

Sure enough, Song Yuanqiao's complexion changed drastically:

"Quickly please get up, what happened, tell me in detail."

Song Qingshu didn't dare to make a fuss about a major event, and Zhou Zhiruo, who stood aside and listened, told the whole story...

Song Yuanqiao's face changed again and again, extremely solemn.

"not good"

"If the six sects fall into ambush at the same time, wouldn't my sixth brother..."

"Father, Sixth Uncle is in danger." Song Qingshu remembered that Song Yuanqiao stayed in Mingjiao with Seventh Uncle in order to take care of Zhang Wuji, but Sixth Uncle brought Wudang disciples back the same way to pass the news back to Wudang that Zhang Wuji was still alive.

"Let's go and see."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Song Yuanqiao shook his head solemnly:

"There are many masters in the imperial court. This time, a large number of masters must be sent to ambush the six sects. It is too late for us to go here, or we may also bury ourselves."

"Song Daxia, please save my master"

Zhou Zhiruo became anxious when she heard this, and burst into tears.

"Miss Zhou, don't worry. If you want to save your master, you must ask Mingjiao for help. I'll discuss it with Wuji." Song Yuanqiao said solemnly.

"Isn't Zhang Wuji recuperating?"

A look of guilt and worry flashed across Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and she caught up with Song Yuanqiao, but the concern in her tone aroused Song Qingshu's serious dissatisfaction, and the hatred in her eyes disappeared in a flash.

"Wuji is in possession of the Nine Suns Divine Art, and his physique is excellent. He has recovered after taking medicine for a while. By the way, I forgot to tell you that Wuji has now been elected as the leader of Mingjiao."

"..."

Zhou Zhiruo was so shocked by the sudden news that she was speechless.

Song Qingshu snorted:

"The leader of the Demon Cult, sooner or later it will be over."

"green book"

Under Song Yuanqiao's reprimanding eyes, the group came to the inner hall of the main altar of Guangmingding, and saw Zhang Wuji who had washed his face clean. The latter was helping the seven masters of the Ming Cult to heal their injuries. From a distance, they could already feel the hot and pure internal force of the latter. come.

Kaixin and Zhou Zhiruo, who also hurt Zhang Wuji, immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the seven masters of the Ming Cult:

"Song Daxia, why did you bring these two people in?"

"Miss Zhou."

Zhang Wuji didn't think too much, and immediately withdrew his power, comforted Yang Xiao and the others, and came before Zhou Zhiruo.

The latter gave a salute:

"The little girl, Zhou Zhiruo, has met Zhang Jiaozhu, and begged Zhang Jiaozhu to save my master."

"Your master? Miejue Shitai? What happened to him?" The joy on Zhang Wuji's face suddenly subsided, and he swept towards Kaixin suspiciously...

Noticing the unsuspecting and resentful gaze on Zhang Wuji's face, Kai felt a little guilty.

"Sect Master Zhang has a kind heart, and it is a blessing for the martial arts to have a hero like Master Zhang in charge of the Ming Cult," said the opening remark happily, and then repeated Zhou Zhiruo's words.

"The six sects were attacked, and the Jianghu people will definitely put the blame on our Mingjiao leader. Since the Mingjiao has decided to revive it, our Mingjiao must take care of it." Yang Xiao stepped forward to speak, but his eyes were happy He and Zhou Zhiruo's face swept back and forth.

Happy has a feeling of being scratched by a knife.