Painting the Ruthless Tyrant of the Rivers and Lakes

"Xuan Ling is not afraid of Master."

"Little fairy, here I come."

There is no need to elaborate on the cloud and rain.

On the other side, Zhang Zifan was released, and ran away in a panic. He used all his strength, wishing to grow four legs, and only hoped that he could escape faster and farther.

Finally, he escaped from Yuzhou City. In a small forest outside the city, he leaned on a big tree and gasped, "I finally escaped, that ghost king is really cruel."

Thinking of the previous events, he was terrified, Li Cunxiao died tragically trying to save him, and Zhang Xuanling and Xu Huan, are they really his parents?

Zhang Zifan's head was muddled, he was a little confused, his outlook on life was turned upside down, could it be that what his adoptive father said before was all false?

He made up his mind, "I must go back to the Tongwen Museum and ask my adoptive father about this matter in person."

He supported the tree trunk, and when he was about to continue on his way, suddenly several black shadows jumped out from the woods and surrounded him.

"Boy, you escaped too slowly, but it's not bad to be your burial place here," the leader of the Xuanming Sect, wearing a copper mask, laughed loudly.

Zhang Zifan turned pale with shock, "The ghost king has already let me go, why do you still chase me?"

"Naive, the ghost king pretended to let you go, but he didn't want you to die in front of Xu Huan and hurt her heart," the leader sneered.

"Brother, what are you talking about with him, kill him so that you can go back to deal with the ghost king."

"Come on, hack him to death."

Facing the pursuers who were besieging and killing them, Zhang Zifan hated him, "Ghost king, you are a despicable and shameless person who does not believe in your words, and I, Zhang Zifan, will not let you go even if I am a ghost."

Zhang Zifan, who was originally a small star, after being abused and injured, his strength has regressed to the peak of the big star, and it is very difficult to cope with the pursuit of the Xuanming sect.

After a chaotic battle, with the light of swords and blood, in the blink of an eye, five Xuanming disciples had died in the hands of Zhang Zifan, and he himself was covered in blood, his breath was vain, and he was at the end of his battle.

"Stubbornly resist, die." The leader let out a snarl, and swung his scimitar at Zhang Zifan.

Zhang Zifan's eyes widened, his internal strength was empty, his physical strength was gone, he didn't even have the room to raise his hand to resist, his eyes were full of horror.

Could it be that Zhang Zifan, who was more handsome than Pan An, wanted to die here?

Suddenly, there was a sharp piercing through the air, and a steel thorn like a flying locust shot the boss between the eyebrows, killing him on the spot.

"Jin Xing thorn!" Zhang Zifan exclaimed in surprise.

Soon, three figures approached, they were Li Siyuan, Li Cunzhong and Li Cunyong.

"Father, Ninth Uncle, Twelfth Uncle, you are finally here, Zifan almost died," Zhang Zifan burst into tears, "And Tenth Uncle..."

"I already know about your tenth uncle's death, and I came this time to avenge him," Li Siyuan said coldly.

Li Cunzhong shook his head with a gloomy expression, while Li Cunyong carried a big bow with his face sinking like water.

"You were not captured by the ghost king, why are you here?" Li Cunzhong asked.

Zhang Zifan settled down, and said: "Not long ago, a crazy old Taoist named Zhang Xuanling and a woman named Xu Huan came to rescue me, and I was let go."

"Zhang Xuanling? Xu Huan?" Li Siyuan was startled, and finally found it. My Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue hurriedly asked: "Where are they?"

"That Zhang Xuanling was killed by the ghost king and stole the Wulei Tianxin Jue, while Xu Huan was captured." Zhang Zifan said.

"What? How could this happen?" Li Siyuan was taken aback.

Zhang Xuanling died, and the Wulei Tianxin Jue fell into the hands of the ghost king. Now it is even more difficult for him to obtain it.

Zhang Zifan hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "Father, are Zhang Xuanling and Xu Huan really my biological parents?"

"Brother, what's going on?" Li Cunzhong asked in surprise.

Li Siyuan's face darkened, "Who did you hear this from? Your parents have already died in the war, and I don't know who it is."

"It's the ghost, the ghost king," Zhang Zifan muttered.

Li Siyuan sneered, "The ghost king almost killed you, how dare you believe his words? Hmph, ridiculous."

Zhang Zifan lowered his head, didn't dare to speak, and admitted his mistake: "Yeyifu said so."

But Li Siyuan was murderous. He brought up Zhang Zifan just to have a chance to blackmail the missing Zhang Xuanling and force him to hand over Wu Lei Tian Xin Jue.

But now, Zhang Xuanling is dead, Wulei Tianxin Jue has fallen into the hands of the ghost king, Zhang Zifan is useless, and it is useless to keep it.

At this time, Li Cunyong said: "Since the ghost king is in Yuzhou City, why don't we go and meet him, or hold his footsteps to create opportunities for the foster father."

Li Siyuan's heart sank, he was very upset, the old twelfth, actually used his adoptive father to suppress me, it's hateful, but he couldn't help it.

Immediately handing Zhang Zifan to Li Cunzhong's care, he said, "Let's go to Yuzhou City."

Chapter 37

In the middle of the night, Zhu Youwen had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Master, are you okay in Jianlu?" Lu Linxuan leaned against the window, looking at the moonlight and thinking, "Brother, since you escaped, don't come back, my husband will really kill you."

Thinking of this, she sighed, she has no choice to marry a chicken as a chicken or a dog as a dog.

At this moment, a vigorous figure suddenly jumped down from the roof and entered the room. Lu Linxuan said sharply, "Who is it?"

The visitor hurriedly covered her small mouth and said, "Junior Sister, it's me."

Lu Linxuan took a closer look and saw that it was Li Xingyun with the Longquan sword on his back.

Lu Linxuan was pleasantly surprised and worried, "Brother? Why are you back?"