Scourge the heavens

A few days later, the three of Wei Qiu came to Dengfeng County at the foot of Songshan Mountain.

The three of them walked into the ancient capital of the Xia Dynasty safely without attracting too many people's attention.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but there are suddenly a lot of merchants passing by with their donkeys in the city.

Wei Qiu and the three of them were mixed in, and it didn't seem abrupt at all.

When they came to an inn, the waiter warmly welcomed Wei Qiu and the three of them in, and skillfully pulled Wei Qiu's little donkey to the backyard.

"Don't worry, everyone, we have special pens for donkeys, and all the fodder we use is high-quality fodder." The shop clerk said with a smile.

"That's troublesome." Wei Qiu took off dozens of wine gourds from the donkey, and then went to the counter together.

After simply booking an upper room, Wei Qiu went upstairs with wine gourds all over his body.

At the entrance of the inn, when the waiter was receiving the next customer, he immediately greeted him with a smile.

"Xiaoer, look at my donkey!" The visitor yelled proudly at the inn's Xiaoer, and walked into the inn gracefully.

Among the diners on the bottom floor of the inn, many people began to discuss.

"Did you see that, now I take a little donkey with me when I walk around the rivers and lakes?"

"Why is this?"

"Why? Tsk tsk tsk, do you know Ghost Sword Wei Qiu?"

"You're talking about Wei Qiu who defeated hundreds of heroes a few days ago? Who doesn't know?"

"Wei Qiu always took a little donkey with him, and now, ordinary thieves would not dare to provoke anyone who walks outside with a little donkey."

"so smart?"

"Hey, Ghost Sword Wei Qiu's name, who in Jianghu doesn't know now?"

"Let me tell you, the current Huashan faction is really troubled."

"What do you mean by that, brother?"

"I heard that Huashan sent Yue Buqun to expel the eldest disciple Linghu Chong from the school. This kid is colluding with the people of the Demon Sect at Wubagang. It seems that he is preparing to attack Shaolin Temple!"

"real or fake?"

"How could it be fake? I heard that Shaolin sent out letters for help everywhere, and many righteous sects went to help."

These diners spoke with gusto, and didn't notice that an old man on the table not far from them suddenly frowned.

"Where did this ghost sword Wei Qiu come from?" the old man asked, looking at the middle-aged man opposite.

The old man's hair was gray and his face was pale, but he had an aura of superiority without anger and prestige, which invisibly gave people a sense of oppression.

"Master, this Wei Qiu is a newly rising young genius of the Huashan Sect. He seems to be only fifteen or sixteen years old."

"It is rumored that his martial arts has surpassed the gentleman Jian Yue Buqun, and he has never been defeated since he left the mountain."

The middle-aged man looked at the old man solemnly, with a hint of solemnity in his tone, as if he felt that Wei Qiu was a bit difficult to deal with.

"Hmph, it's a big joke!"

"I didn't expect that in just over ten years, this river and lake would be stirred up into chaos by a child with a yellow mouth. It's really ridiculous."

The old man first gave a cold snort of disdain, and then looked into the distance with disdain on his face, not paying attention to Wei Qiu and others at all.

"Old man, you are quite courageous! How dare you be so arrogant?" Unexpectedly, just after the old man finished speaking, a more arrogant voice sounded from behind the two.

The person who spoke was Wang Jiajun who brought the little boy to order food.

Although Wang Jiajun is Wei Qiu's hostage on the surface, no one in Wei Qiu has any restrictions on him, and he is basically in a free-range state.

Wei Qiu's casualness made Wang Jiajun not have much hatred for Wei Qiu.

On the contrary, it was Wei Qiu's unfathomable martial arts along the way that gave Wang Jiajun the illusion of being a fox pretending to be a tiger.

This feeling, even when he was in Luoyang Jindao Wang's house, was not as strong as when he was with Wei Qiu.

Invisibly, Wang Jiajun has secretly regarded him as Wei Qiu's younger brother.

Suddenly heard someone slandering Wei Qiu, is that okay?

As the younger brother, Wang Jiajun immediately came in front of the old man, pointed at the old man aggressively and began to be angry.

"Ants, I don't know how to live or die!" The old man was shocked, and an extremely powerful suction came towards Wang Jiajun.

In an instant, Wang Jiajun felt the internal energy in his body draining rapidly, his complexion suddenly turned pale, and his eyes were full of horror.

The howling internal force mixed with the strong wind raged in the inn, and the expressions of all the diners around changed drastically.

"Star-absorbing Dafa! He is free to do what I want!"

"Not long ago, there were rumors that the head of the Devil's Cult, Wo Xing, had come out of the arena again. I didn't expect it to be true."

Whoosh!
A jet-black dagger slashed down in the air and slashed towards Ren Woxing, who was the little boy following him.

Facing the dagger, Ren Woxing slapped his backhand, but when he didn't want to, a cut was cut by the dagger, and he turned his head in shock for no reason.

"I was actually injured by a six or seven-year-old child?" Ren Woxing looked at the little boy not far away, his heart was shocked.

Looking at the little boy, Ren Woxing stretched out his hands without hesitation, raised his palm strength, and grabbed the little boy violently.

hum!
There was a huge sword cry, and a sword energy flew out from the bedroom on the second floor.

The blue-white sword energy, like starlight, quickly slid down in front of everyone.

"Master, be careful!" Xiang Wentian pushed Ren Woxing away, and the two rolled to the side.

After the sword qi knocked away the weapon in Xiang Wentian's hand, it hit the ground.

After a bang, a deep crack was left on the floor of the inn, which was shocking.

"Get out! Or you will die!" A roar came from the depths of the second floor, and the huge internal force shook the surrounding curtains and danced.

Ren Woxing repeatedly looked at the direction of the silent second floor, and the crack on the ground that was deeply cut by the sword energy, and the veins on his forehead kept pulsating.

"Master, the most important thing is!" Xiang Wentian pulled me along, with earnestness in his eyes.

"Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, Ren has learned it today, and I will come to a showdown in the future!" Ren Woxing glanced at the direction of the second floor unwillingly, and left the inn angrily.

As a force king, Ren Jiaozhu didn't want to lose his aura when he left, and still left a harsh word.

"Cut, shit, Ren Woxing, the ghost sword didn't even show up, so he ran away with his tail between his legs in fright!" Seeing Ren Woxing leave, Wei Qiu once again showed his power, Wang Jiajun turned to Ren Woxing's back, fiercely Spit a few mouthfuls.

Ren Woxing, who had already left, almost didn't come back directly to end him after hearing Wang Jiajun's words.

If it weren't for Xiang Wentian's stubborn hold, Ren Woxing really wanted to turn around and suck Wang Jiajun up.

After such a fuss, Ren Woxing and Xiang Wentian managed to have a king's meal, and even damaged many facilities in the inn.

It can be described as extremely shameless for the two of them to pat their buttocks and leave in such an open manner.

After knowing that it was Wei Qiu who made the shot, the shopkeeper didn't dare to come to ask for silver taels, and offered good wine and food on his own initiative, for fear that Wei Qiu would cause more trouble here.

In the bedroom, Wei Qiu sat on the bed, sheathed the soft sword in his hand, and closed his eyes again.

After checking the remaining scourge points, he planned to upgrade the Qinggong Ladder Yunzong to the limit first.

[Cause point: 541437! 】

"System, upgrade to level three ladder cloud vertical!"