Chapter 1018: Idle People and Others Are Willing to Spend Five Hundred Years

Xiangqiu didn't notice the blind piano player.

To be more precise, he didn't see the blind luthier.

Because the blind luthier was too inconspicuous.

It was also because the great priest standing in front of him at this time was too dazzling.

The great priest's facial lines seemed to be carved out, and his beautiful eyebrows were filled with frost-like coldness.

"King of Linghai! What do you want to do?"

Xiangqiu's gaze swept across the powerful state religion men outside the courtyard, his eyes became extremely sharp, and a hint of violence and bloodthirsty could be seen in the depths.

The King of Linghai said expressionlessly: "Holy decree, no one is allowed to enter or exit this courtyard, and those who violate it will die."

Yes, no matter who wins or loses between Bai Emperor and Mrs. Mu, they will not touch the young demon king.

This compound is indeed the safest place in Baidi City today.

But both the Xiang clan leader and the Demon Lord forgot one thing.

There are still many powerful human beings in Baidi City today.

No matter who wins or loses, Bai Di and Mu Madam want to kill this young demon king.

Xiangqiu still didn't understand this and said in a deep voice: "You should know very well that he is a guest of my Xiang clan."

The King of Linghai looked indifferent and had no intention of getting out of the way.

Xiangqiu shouted sharply: "Do you want to die?"

After saying this, he led his subordinates to kill him.

Then he died.

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Xiangqiu is indeed the strongest person in the Xiang clan of this generation, with very powerful realms and methods.

Those subordinates are also elite masters of the Xiang clan.

But standing outside the courtyard was the King of Linghai, Taoist Siyuan, Archbishop Yulin, and Hu Thirty-Two.

In other words, he was facing most of the Li Palaces, so how could he possibly win?

Of course, if his opponents were these giants of the state religion, they would not be defeated so quickly, and even if they were defeated, they would not die so quickly.

The problem is that King Linghai and others did not take action, and their attention was focused on the courtyard.

Xiangqiu and the masters of the Xiang clan faced a group of idlers.

Those people were seven vendors, six government officials, three fortune tellers, two old men selling sesame candy, and a little girl buying makeup.

Even if it is known that these people are from Wenshui City and should be masters of the Tang family, this combination is still easy to be regarded as idlers.

More than a dozen violent monster powers soared into the sky!

A crisp sound rang out on the street. It wasn't the iron ring on the door being blown around by the strong wind, but the copper coins falling to the ground from the hands of seven vendors.

The copper coins were rolling on the ground, which coincided with the principles of heaven and earth and formed a formation of magic very naturally.

The two fortune tellers stood in the center of the formation and rolled their eyes as they looked at the monster masters who roared through the sky.

They are not contemptuous, but calculating at high speed.

The six government officials stepped forward with expressionless faces and greeted him with a shake of their hands.

The six fire and water sticks separate life and death. They poke their heads out from the clouds and smash everything in front of them into the netherworld.

What's even more terrifying is the iron chains tied to the six fire and water sticks, which seem to be able to bind the souls of all living things.

The violent auras clashed, forming countless strange scenes and terrifying spatial turbulence on the street in front of the hospital.

At this time, the two old men selling sesame candy took a step forward, lifted up their front shirts and tucked them around their waists, and then punched forward nonchalantly.

The two fists brought infinite light, blowing away the wind blowing from the Red River, like two scorching suns, burning everything.

Then, a piece of red or white powder, like peach blossoms or pear blossoms, enveloped the venue.

Finally, a desolate piano sound sounded, like the wind and snow weeping, like sending people away.

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There was blood everywhere in front of the compound.

More than ten Xiang Clan strongmen fell in their own blood.

Xiangqiu was the most seriously injured, his clothes were in tatters, and there were dozens of tiny cracks on his demonic body that was stronger than steel. Blood kept pouring out from those thin but straight cracks. When it came into contact with the space, it quickly turned into a very strange and bright color. It was obviously poisonous.

Looking at these government officials and vendors, his eyes were full of pain and shock.

He never thought that he would see so many terrifying techniques and methods in such a short period of time.

If he hadn't been dazzled by excessive blood loss, could it be that... it was really the Burning Sun Technique!

These Tang family masters were so terrifying. He and his subordinates were completely defeated before they could go crazy!

Xiangqiu's eyes finally fell on the blind violinist outside the crowd and the old piano in his arms.

The strings of the old piano looked so sharp, no matter how many bodies were cut, there was not a trace of blood on them.

Looking at the old piano, Xiangqiu suddenly felt a little cold.

The sound of the piano sounded.

Only then did he realize that even without those merchants and government officials, this blind luthier alone could kill everyone on his side.

Even if he and his subordinates went berserk in advance, they would not be able to escape the end of being killed in the end.

Even if his father is present, he may not be a match for this blind luthier!

Strong regret appeared in Xiangqiu's eyes.

He didn't see the blind luthier just now, so he didn't notice that the blind luthier's shoulders were always drooping slightly.

This posture looks a bit tired, and it may be for the convenience of holding the piano.

Human beings who like to slump their shoulders are often truly remarkable people.

Such as Wang Po, such as Bi Yihong, such as this blind luthier.

His voice trembled slightly as he asked: "You are so strong...who are you?"

The blind luthier didn't answer his question.

Perhaps someone would be willing to answer the dying man's questions as a sign of kindness or grace.

But not a blind luthier.

Many years ago, during the civil strife at Shanmen, he was seriously injured in a sneak attack by the sect leader, and he finally managed to save his life.

From that time on, he didn't know what generosity meant.

Many years ago, he avoided Su Li because he was recuperating in seclusion, and then lived like an old dog in Wenshui City for so many years.

After that, he was no longer qualified to talk about demeanor.

Including this time when he came to Baidi City at the invitation of Mrs. Tang to protect Chen Changsheng's safety, in his opinion, it was just work.

He was just doing his job, collecting some money and food, and supporting himself in his old age.

So he won't answer Xiangqiu's question.

He even thought that he had no interest in anything anymore.

But something seems different today.

He looked at the courtyard, his eyes passed through the courtyard gate and fell under the tree in the very depths.

There was a figure under the tree.

His sea of ​​consciousness had long been calm and almost frozen, but now it was gradually melting.

His consciousness was already a dry stream, but now water gradually flowed in and began to beat against the rocks on the shore.

Because his heart, which had been as dead as a tree, suddenly gave birth to a small fire, and then the fire gradually grew bigger.

The moment he saw that figure, he came to life, and even his mind began to agitate.

There was no wind and his clothes began to billow.

His face became more and more rosy.

His eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

He has become much younger.

It seemed like he could live another five hundred years.

But he didn't want those five hundred years.

If he could kill the other party today.