Chapter 93 Come to Kill You

Since there was chaos in Yuyang County last night when Zhou Heng cast a spell to kill Xuanyang, and most people fled to the east-west city gates, there were not many people near Zhou Heng.

Later, Xuanyang lowered his dharma body again and approached Zhou Heng's location. The people nearby were knocked unconscious by the powerful mental shock on the spot.

This resulted in almost no one knowing how the "monster" died last night.

However, for most people, how they are saved is not important.

The most important thing is that you are safe and okay.

After a thrilling night, Yuyang County finally returned to its former peace.

The morning sun slowly rises, and the gorgeous red clouds spread and rise in the eastern sky. The vigorous vitality seems to symbolize a new beginning.

After the panic last night, many people in Yuyang County cherished the hard-won peace. When the sky was just white, they walked out of their homes one after another to bathe in the morning glow and take a walk to relax.

And on such a morning, rumors quietly spread.

…

"Brother, have you heard of Zhou Heng?"

"Zhou Heng? The one with a broken bone who is number 99 on the list? You know, before the monster appeared yesterday, he used the secret treasure to kill Chao Xian."

"Yes, that's him. Alas, it's such a pity that Chao Xian came from an ordinary background and became a late bloomer. In the end, he couldn't compare to a secret treasure of these martial arts disciples."

"It is indeed a pity. The disciples of the great martial arts sect in the world are really enviable."

"Tch, there is nothing to envy. They are just some people relying on their background. In comparison, these disciples of martial arts masters may not be much better than us."

"Hey, even if you don't have real skills, you can still defeat people who are much stronger than you with the sharp weapons in your hands. Do you understand that weapons can overwhelm people? That's what Zhou Heng is like."

"I also want to say this. It's really annoying. Chen Song and Chen Feihong are both disciples from ordinary sects. They have worked hard to practice martial arts, but they are no match for Zhou Heng's sharp weapon!"

"Let me tell you, if that Zhou Heng didn't have sharp weapons and secret treasures, he would definitely not be Chen Song's opponent."

"I think so."

…

"Hey, have you heard? Chen Song got the opportunity to step into the seventh-level realm and wants to challenge Zhou Heng to avenge his shame."

"Ah, what's going on, challenging Zhou Heng? Isn't Zhou Heng only at the ninth level?"

"Haha, don't you know this? Zhou Heng is a disciple of Chunyang Palace. He brings his own sharp weapons when he goes out. Even if he is only a ninth-grade person, he can use the weapon to suppress people and make the eighth-grade peak person retreat."

"Oh oh oh, I remembered that Chen Feihong, the 'Jinghong Thunder Sword', was once defeated by Zhou Heng with a sharp weapon, and the weapon was even scratched to pieces."

"Then this weapon is too powerful! Could it be that Zhou Heng's success all this time has been achieved by relying on this weapon? Does his ranking in the rankings also rely on that weapon?"

"Probably!"

"Holy shit, can it still be like this? The disciples of the top sects are amazing. Even if they occupy the top of the rankings, they actually have to use weapons to compete for some of the rankings at the bottom."

"It's just, it's really too much. If this continues, how can we ordinary people survive?"

The rumors became more and more exaggerated, making many ordinary warriors angry.

In this era, ordinary people's communication was not developed, and many sources of information were hearsay, and their understanding was unclear.

However, if there are more people, there will eventually be some people who understand.

"But I heard that Zhou Heng was originally just an apprentice in an ordinary martial arts school. He practiced hard for two years before attracting the attention of Chunyang Palace. In fact, he is also an ordinary person like us."

It's a pity that when the rhythm is brought up, even those who speak rationally and objectively will be labeled as traitors.

"They are all lies. How could ordinary people be favored by Chunyang Palace? They must have gone through the back door! Either they have connections or they spent a lot of money! Why did they work hard for two years before they were discovered? They just lied to a fool. , do you really think anyone believes it?”

"That's right, I heard that the current martial arts sects all have predetermined quotas when selecting their disciples. It is impossible for ordinary people to be selected. Otherwise, why would you and I have never been taken seriously!"

"But, I heard..."

"Don't hear it anymore. We ordinary people have to put ourselves in position. What can you say for these big sect disciples?"

"That's right, listen to me and see your identity clearly."

…

In the inn.

Shen Jingjing went to buy breakfast and came back, and saw Zhou Heng standing in front of the window, eyes slightly closed, bathing in the morning glow, calmly nourishing his energy.

After the Quanzhen Nei Gong and the Heart Method are fully developed, the posture requirements during practice are even lower. Basically, you can practice while walking, sitting or lying down, and you can circulate your inner energy and increase your cultivation level.

"Mr. Zhou, have you heard the rumors outside?" Shen Jingjing put breakfast on the table and said with a chuckle: "The public is very angry now. They feel that you, a disciple of the world's leading martial arts master, are bullying others."

"..." Zhou Heng slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at Shen Jingjing, and said with a smile: "How can I bully others? I am a small ninth-level warrior, weak, pitiful and helpless. Can't I use sharp weapons to protect myself?"

"Weak, pitiful and helpless??" Shen Jingjing looked at Zhou Heng in shock after hearing this. She was stunned for a while and couldn't help but laugh: "Mr. Zhou, won't your conscience hurt when you say this?"

A ninth-grade man who kills eighth-grade men like chickens actually calls himself weak, pitiful and helpless.

What kind of confusing behavior is this?

"The rumormongers don't have a guilty conscience, so why should I?" Zhou Heng came to the table and took a bite of the tofu pudding that Shen Jingjing bought. "But this rumor has spread so widely. If someone from the Three Poison Sect or the Plague Emperor Sect is here, they should have known my identity."

"Are you trying to lure the snake out of its hole?" Shen Jingjing's eyes lit up, but then she worried, "Will it be too dangerous? The martial arts of the Three Poison Sect and the Plague Emperor Sect are very strange. If you are not careful, you will be tricked. It is very difficult to deal with."

When the two discussed the news about the Three Poison Sect before, they had been frank. Zhou Heng clearly said that he wanted to kill the people of the Plague Emperor Sect, so he would investigate the whereabouts of the Three Poison Sect.

Therefore, Shen Jingjing could roughly guess Zhou Heng's next plan.

"Now is a good opportunity." Zhou Heng smiled and said, "If everything goes well, we can directly lure them out. If we miss this time, we don't know when it will be."

"Then when Chen Song comes to challenge you, I will be on guard in secret to prevent the people from the Three Poison Sect and the Plague Emperor Sect from taking advantage of the opportunity?" Shen Jingjing said.

She and Zhou Heng have the same goal, both of which is to deal with the Three Poison Sect and the Plague Emperor Sect, so they are naturally willing to cooperate.

"No need to wait for Chen Song to come to me." Zhou Heng finished drinking the tofu pudding, picked up his bag, and picked up his waist knife. "Since he wants to avenge his previous shame so much, I will give him this chance."

"You want to take the initiative to find him?" Shen Jingjing was surprised. This is too arbitrary. Don't you look at the situation before making plans?

"He wants to manipulate public opinion and make everyone think that I am useless without a sharp weapon. This is because he doesn't want me to fight him with a sharp weapon." Zhou Heng has walked to the door and smiled: "Then I will do as he wishes and chop him with a knife."

After speaking, Zhou Heng left the room, leaving Shen Jingjing stunned in the room.

She was a little absent-minded. After a long while, she murmured: "Is this the 'happy revenge' that the storyteller talked about?"

Then she followed him secretly.

Beware of the people from the Three Poison Sect and the Plague Emperor Sect.

…

After Zhou Heng stepped out of the inn, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

With someone leading the pace, many people gathered around, and some of them were even brave enough to approach and ask Zhou Heng questions with a smile.

This kind of thing, once there is a first one, there will soon be a second, a third, and even more people coming over.

So everyone asked at once.

"Did you really rely on sharp weapons to get your current ranking on the human list?"

"If you don't have sharp weapons, what level do you think your strength is? Can you beat an eighth-grade player?"

"Chen Song said he wants to challenge you, do you dare not use a sharp weapon?"

"If you don't use a sharp weapon, how many moves do you think you can survive under the hands of Chen Song, who is already a seventh-grade player?"

Zhou Heng stopped, his eyes swept across the faces of these people, smiled, and walked forward without saying anything.

Some people who are curious came over to stop him, and opened their arms to stop Zhou Heng.

But the moment he touched Zhou Heng's clothes, he felt like he was reaching out to stop a sharp knife, and he felt a sharp pain on the spot, so scared that he quickly retracted his arm.

However, even so, his arm was almost cut off, and blood was flowing.

The other people who wanted to stop Zhou Heng had almost the same fate. His body seemed to be covered with blades, and anyone who tried to stop him was like being cut by a knife.

This scene directly scared the people who came to watch the fun, especially some people who were paid to spread rumors, who were so scared that they sat on the ground and looked at Zhou Heng in disbelief.

Oh my God!

What's going on? Is this invisible sword energy?

Is Zhou Heng already an eighth-grade?

The magical power that Zhou Heng showed just now looked like invisible sword energy in the eyes of these ordinary warriors.

And this method, generally speaking, must be at least at the eighth grade, allowing the internal energy to penetrate the body before it can be achieved.

At this moment, many people regretted it so much that their intestines turned green, and they cursed in their hearts.

Who on earth spread the rumor that Zhou Heng is useless without a sharp weapon?

Whose useless person can release invisible sword energy and hurt people silently? ?

It's too much!

At this time, Shen Jingjing, who was hiding in the dark, also saw this scene, thinking about it, and said to herself:

"No wonder he doesn't care about these rumors, because in the face of truly powerful strength, any rumors are meaningless and will be broken by themselves. But how can he be so powerful?"

She looked at Zhou Heng's back and was a little absent-minded again.

...

Zhou Heng's way of dealing with those busybodies is very simple.

He put the additional attribute of sharpness +1 on his clothes.

Anyone who wants to stop him, as long as he touches his clothes, is equivalent to being attacked by a sharp blade.

Even if it is just ordinary clothes, after adding sharpness +1, its sharpness is comparable to some good weapons.

Ordinary warriors can't bear it at all.

Moreover, this method can be achieved with invisible sword energy or knife energy. Even if he is only at the ninth level, if he masters some special martial arts, he can also achieve similar effects.

This can cause some reasonable misunderstandings.

Zhou Heng came all the way to the inn where Chen Song and Chen Feihong lived, and there were a lot of people following him, all to watch Zhou Heng and Chen Song fight.

Of course, no one dared to stop him this time.

At this time, Chen Song in the inn was still imagining how furious Zhou Heng would be after hearing those rumors and knowing the surging public opinion.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and the more he smiled.

In his opinion, Zhou Heng had only two choices.

Either he could save face and use a knife or a sword, then he would have full confidence to beat Zhou Heng.

Or he could shamelessly use a sharp weapon, in which case even if Zhou Heng won, his reputation would definitely be gone, and he would still be happy.

"No matter what the situation is, I will be the final winner." Chen Song laughed softly, very satisfied with the conspiracy he had planned before.

"Zhou Heng came over." At this moment, Chen Feihong suddenly came over, her eyebrows slightly frowned, "Zhou Heng didn't wait for you to challenge him, and came directly with a knife."

"Haha, he was still affected by those remarks. If he only used a knife, he would definitely die!" Chen Song laughed, and then took the sword and went out, "It's just right that he came here by himself, sister, wait, watch me kill him!"

...

In another room of the inn where Chen Song and Chen Feihong were.

The two men also sat in front of the window, looking at Zhou Heng on the street in front of the inn.

Their faces were full of pits and scars, and they were painted with colorful paints. There were holes on their lips, noses, and ears, which looked very strange.

The two were dressed in ordinary clothes, just coarse linen clothes, but the belts were very fancy and colorful, and they were pinned with small cloth bags.

These small cloth bags fluttered from time to time, and they seemed to contain living things, and from time to time there were tails or spikes sticking out of the bags.

It looked quite scary.

"Zhou Heng, this is an outer disciple of Chunyang Palace. If we kill him, we should be rewarded by the master, and maybe we can also get the attention of the upper sect."

"Let's find the right opportunity and poison him to death!"

"Hehe, I have a feeling that the masters of the upper sect should be nearby. Maybe before we poison him, this kid will die of illness, hehe."

"The upper sect's methods are unfathomable, it is indeed possible."

...

In a clinic not far from the inn.

A doctor who looked to be in his 50s or 60s, with a kind and amiable face, who was treating a patient, suddenly looked up and glanced at Zhou Heng, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Doctor, what are you seeing?" the patient asked curiously.

"Seeing the next patient." The doctor said with a smile, and at the same time pressed a certain acupuncture point of the patient.

Three days later, the patient will die due to the worsening of his condition.

...

At this time, dozens or even hundreds of people had gathered on the street in front of the inn.

All of them came to watch the fun.

However, Zhou Heng's surroundings were relatively empty, and no one dared to offend him.

Chen Song walked out of the inn with a sword in hand, glanced at Zhou Heng, raised his chin slightly, and sneered: "Zhou Heng, are you here to challenge me?"

"Wrong." Zhou Heng shook his head, drew his sword at the same time, and flew under his feet, as if he was walking on water, and instantly came to Chen Song, "I'm here to kill you!!"

Before the voice fell -

Boom!

There was only a thunderous sound, as if a spring thunder exploded!

Everyone present shuddered.

At the same time, purple lightning flashed on the waist knife in Zhou Heng's hand.

Like a bolt from the blue, it struck Chen Song!

The first of seven purple lightning strikes!

A spring thunderbolt!

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