Scourge the heavens

"The new head of the Huashan faction!?" Hearing Wei Qiu's words, Zuo Lengchan, who was sitting on the main seat, frowned and stood up straight away.

Compared with Yue Buqun, who was still familiar, Zuo Lengchan didn't know much about Wei Qiu, but he had a deep defense against him.

After thinking about Yue Buqun who was always scheming, Zuo Lengchan suddenly understood something.

Zuo Lengchan had only tested Yue Buqun about the matter of the Five Sacred Mountains, but he didn't expect Yue Buqun, an old bastard, to be so decisive.

The head of the family, let it go?
At this moment, Zuo Lengchan realized that he really underestimated Yue Buqun before.

Compared to Zuo Lengchan's shock and emotion, the other martial artists present showed a look of optimism towards Wei Qiu's actions.

This is a very disciplined era.

Whether it's the order of seating or the way you dress, it's a very particular thing.

High and low, all are different.

The chair in the front row on the left represents that only those who are second only to the abbot of Shaolin are qualified to sit on it.

The current Huashan faction, after the Great War between righteousness and evil more than 20 years ago, has long lost its former power and status.

Wei Qiu's actions, in the eyes of outsiders, are simply youthful and vigorous, obviously a little ignorant of the rules.

"Everyone, please look, this is the head seal of our Huashan School." Wei Qiu, who was leaning on the chair, slowly took out a green jade from his bosom, and spread it on the palm of his hand.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect Wei Shaoxia to become the head of the Huashan sect at such a young age. He is really young and promising!" Master Fangzheng looked at it carefully for a while, and then replied with the Buddhist ceremony.

"Abbot, is it really the seal of the head of the Huashan School?" Xie Feng from the Beggar Gang looked at Wei Qiu, and then turned to look at Master Fangzheng.

"Indeed, I was lucky enough to meet him once more than 30 years ago." Master Fang Zheng nodded politely, acknowledging the authenticity of the master seal.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, an extremely discordant voice came from the door of the hall: "Even if the seal of the master is real, how can he, Wei Qiu, a junior, be able to sit in the first place?"

Everyone looked at the source of the voice. It was a middle-aged man who was speaking, and beside him stood a young man wearing a face scarf.

"Who are you?" Looking at the man not far away, Wei Qiu asked casually.

"The head of the Li family in Kaifeng, Li Xuanzong!" The man stared at Wei Qiu with strong hatred in his eyes.

"Li Xuanzong from the Li family in Kaifeng! I didn't expect him to come here in person!"

"Is this Kaifeng Li family very powerful?"

"You may not know that the Li family in Kaifeng, the Xiahou family in Henan, and the Wang family in Luoyang are collectively known as the Eight Great Masters of Martial Arts."

"The Eight Great Masters of Martial Arts?"

"These families are all local dominators, and ordinary gangs dare not provoke them easily."

"Especially Li Xuanzong of the Li family in Kaifeng, it is said that he has reached the realm of a master, I don't know if it is true or not."

Li Xuanzong had just announced his name, and it immediately aroused many discussions among martial arts people. Obviously, many people had heard of Li Xuanzong.

"So, do you want to sit in this position, or do you want to do something to me?" Wei Qiu glanced at the other party indifferently, with obvious disdain in his eyes.

With Wei Qiu's current hearing ability, the other people in the hall could naturally hear all of them clearly.

But these people don't know that, compared to the rumors about Li Xuanzong, Wei Qiu is actually at the third rank, which is the real master realm.

With just a simple glance, Wei Qiu confirmed Li Xuanzong's realm.

The second-order peak is just the innate peak.

Not to mention that the other party is still a big threshold behind him, Wei Qiu will not pay attention to enemies even if they are at the same level.

"Wei Qiu, do you know who I am?" Before Li Xuanzong could speak, the man next to him angrily walked up to Wei Qiu, and pulled off the scarf from his face.

Standing in front of him was a young man with blood red tattoos on his face.

On the face of the young man crookedly displayed two words of blood, to ward off evil spirits.

Originally a handsome young man, because of these two blood-red tattoos, he directly turned into an ugly monster.

After seeing the young man's face, many martial arts practitioners were obviously shocked by the hissing sounds that came from the surroundings.

"I'm sorry, a little guy like you, how can I remember your name?" Wei Qiu looked at the ugly monster in front of him, and turned his head in disdain.

The facts are exactly as Wei Qiu said, he has no impression of this person.

After all, there are hundreds of people who have been stamped.

"You're courting death!" Seeing that he was being ignored, the young man was obviously a little furious, and he drew out the dagger in his arms and stabbed at Wei Qiu.

Wei Qiu, who was leaning on the chair, did not make any movement, and a figure suddenly appeared behind him.

It was the little boy who had been following behind Wei Qiu.

A black light flashed, and the young man who had just planned to attack Wei Qiu felt that the short knife in his hand was blown away.

After he came back to his senses, he tremblingly covered his chest with his hands, looking in disbelief at the blood seeping from the gap between his fingers.

"Wenying!" Seeing his son being stabbed, Li Xuanzong couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

Quickly coming to the young man, Li Xuanzong looked at Wei Qiu angrily after checking his injuries.

"Wei Qiu, it seems that you are indeed as rumored in the world."

"You are not only murderous, but also daring. Since you sincerely want to die, then I will grant you!" Li Xuanzong couldn't hide the anger in his heart after seeing his son seriously injured and dying.

Li Xuanzong was different from what Wei Qiu had imagined. Even at this moment, he did not attack Wei Qiu directly, but waved at the masters of the Li family behind him.

Under Li Xuanzong's gesture, many masters of the Li family stood beside him, holding short knives one by one, and surrounded Wei Qiu.

These masters of the Li family not only carried short knives, but also took out a black iron steel shield from their backs.

This lineup of the Li family gave Wei Qiu the feeling of facing thousands of troops.

It seems that the formation in front of him is not so much martial arts, but more like a battle formation for marching and fighting.

"This is the Xuanjia formation of the Li family!"

"Unexpectedly, the Li family is actually a descendant of the Tang Dynasty, and they actually have Tang Taizong's Xuanjia Formation!"

As soon as the Xuanjia Formation came out, not only the onlookers, but also Master Fangzheng on the right and Zuo Lengchan on the main seat looked sideways.

Under the leadership of Li Xuanzong, a group of masters from the Li family beat the iron shield with short knives in their hands.

The rhythm of the beating was like a fight on the battlefield, which actually made people feel excited, as if there was a voice secretly urging Wei Qiu.

Let him rush forward and fight.

Facing the strange impact sound, Wei Qiu only grinned slightly.

The whole person quickly stood up from the chair, and in an instant came to the side of the little boy, and the soft sword in his hand danced around.

The sword flower dissipated, and Li Xuanzong knelt on the spot covered in blood, surrounded by the corpses of the masters of the Li family.

"Wei Qiu, you ... will die!" After Li Xuanzong said this sentence, he threw himself in front of Wei Qiu without making a sound.

After killing Li Xuanzong, Wei Qiu did not walk away, but walked to Li Wenying who was seriously injured.

He grabbed a short knife on the ground and raised it high.

"What do you want to do?" Li Wenying clutched her chest, looked at Wei Qiu with difficulty, and asked in horror.

"I hate trouble, and I have no habit of leaving future troubles. Since you have provoked me, please rest in peace!" Wei Qiu thrust the side of the knife handle in his hand towards the opponent.

Letting go of the handle of the knife, Wei Qiu stood up slowly, and glanced at everyone indifferently: "Now, who else has an opinion?"