Jun Youyun

Chapter 136
"We respect the Academy because of the prestige of the Academy over the years. This is the prestige built by Mr. Confucian Saints and many predecessors relying on their own strength." Mu Xi, the head of the Tianshu Hall, appeared in a wheelchair. In front of them, "You juniors, you shouldn't let them down."

"Who are you?" Zhou Zheng asked.

Mu Xi frowned: "You don't know me?"

Zhou Zheng turned his head to look at Feng Zuo Jun, Feng Zuo Jun hurriedly replied: "Mu Xi, the master of Tianshu Hall."

"So it's Hall Master Mu." Zhou Zheng nodded.

Mu Xi sneered: "You are very arrogant."

Zhou Zheng replied: "I went down the mountain for the first time in many years, and indeed I know few people, but Hall Master Mu, you are very famous, I heard Master mention it."

"Oh? What did Mr. Confucian Saint say?" Mu Xi asked.

"Mister only said three words." Zhou Zheng sighed softly, "It's a pity."

Mu Xi was silent for a long time, and finally said: "It's impossible to let you pass like this."

"But the road is here, and the only one who can refuse me to enter the Castlevania is the owner of the Castlevania." Zhou Zheng looked ahead, "There is no reason for you to stop us."

"Devil City colluded with the Demon Sect in private..." Mu Xi raised his head, his gaze was cold.

"But, there is no Demon Sect." Zhou Zheng said slowly.

"Zhou Zhengjun!" Mu Xi snapped.

"And the remnant of the Demon Sect you mentioned is my junior sister. I think you know very well what we senior brothers are willing to do in order to protect her." Zhou Zheng's tone was always calm, but his words were full of threats .

The second gentleman, Nanyulou, ranks third in the world.

Five gentlemen, Zhou Zheng, who can be ranked first in the world?

"Gentlemen of our academy, the second senior brother is the least knowledgeable and the best in martial arts, and I am second only to the second senior brother in knowledge, so the strength of martial arts is also second only to the second senior brother." Zhou Zheng waved his hand lightly, a long The sword came out of its sheath and fell between him and Mu Xi.

"Zhou Zhengjun, is this going to do something?" Mu Xi said in a deep voice.

"If someone blocks the way, you should do it yourself." Zhou Zhenglang said, "Please enlighten me."

"Okay." Mu Xi snapped, "As long as Mr. Zhou Zheng can beat me, then the three of you can pass here."

Wang Ruoxu glanced at Mu Xi: "Master Mu, it's wrong to make this decision without authorization?"

Mu Xi stopped Wang Ruoxu's next words with a wave of his hand: "Brother Wang, you don't need to say too much. What's more, this road is guarded by Tianshutang. If they want to pass here, I will naturally stop it."

"Yes." Zhou Zheng nodded.

Mu Xi waved his palm lightly, Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun only felt an astonishing pressure falling from the sky, hitting them, almost breathless in an instant, and Zhou Zheng, who was closest to Mu Xi But his expression didn't change, just his long robe fluttering slightly.

"Fengshen Palm." Zhou Zheng praised, "Very powerful martial arts."

"You talk a lot." Mu Xi waved another palm. This palm was so powerful that the disciples of the four major families standing on both sides were forced to take a few steps back, while Zhou Zheng still stood firmly. over there.

"Brother, hide for a while." Feng Zuo Jun said anxiously.

"The palm of the wind god is not in the law, but in the power. If the power is strong, the palm will be strong, if the power is weak, the palm will be weak. If it retreats, the power will be lost, and the wind will be stronger, and it can sweep everything in front of us." Zhou Zheng shook his head and said, "Come on. Can't go back."

"Then let's use the sword." Fengzuo Jun really had no way to deal with this five gentlemen, no matter whether he was in the academy or here, he couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

"Zuo Jun, what kind of sword technique do I practice?" Zhou Zheng asked suddenly.

Feng Zuojun was taken aback for a moment: "Should he be like Senior Sister, who has learned the Sword of Passing Water?"

"Yes, the Passing Water Sword Art was created by the Second Senior Brother and passed down by the Second Senior Brother. Then do you know where the essence of the Passing Water Sword Art lies?" Zhou Zheng asked.

Feng Zuo-jun said anxiously: "I haven't practiced before, I don't know."

"It lies in the passing water." Zhou Zheng said slowly.

"It's a matter of life and death, don't play charades!" Feng Zuo Jun said helplessly.

"The so-called passing water is like passing water immediately, and it will never return." Under Mu Xi's powerful palm, Zhou Zheng walked forward without changing his face.

Mu Xi's Fengshen Palm was so strong that Xie Yuling and Feng Zuojun stood far away, feeling as if a sharp edge was coming towards them, and Zhou Zheng walked towards him, wouldn't it be like facing dozens of sharp swords?
"Junzi Zhou has great determination, but my next palm will kill someone." Mu Xi said in a deep voice.

"I finally understand." Zhou Zheng walked up to his sword and bowed his head.

"Understand what?" Mu Xi asked.

"It's really a pity. There was an atmosphere in the palm, but I trapped myself in a square inch." Zhou Zheng held the hilt of the sword with one hand.

"Nonsense!" Mu Xi suddenly stood up from the wheelchair.

All the onlookers of the four major families turned pale with shock, it turned out that the leg of the head of Tianshu Hall was not broken!
Mu Xi pushed out with one palm, and went straight to Zhou Zheng.

"Time is like passing water, once it is gone, it will never return. Then..." Zhou Zheng waved his hand forward, "I will never return with a sword!"

The long sword flew out, directly pierced Mu Xi's palm, brushed past Mu Xi's temples, and went straight to the gate of Devil City.

Mu Xi withdrew his palms and retreated to his wheelchair. His head drooped slightly, as if he had lost all his strength. He coughed lightly: "Mr. Zhou, good swordsmanship."

"It's not as good as the second senior brother." Zhou Zheng walked past Mu Xi, and Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling hurriedly followed.

Wang Ruoxu looked at Dongfang Yun me: "Aren't you chasing me?"

Dongfang Yun, I glanced at Mu Xi: "Since Master Mu and Junzi Zhou have made such an agreement, there is no other way."

"Did you see the sword just now?" Wang Ruoxu asked again.

"You didn't see clearly." Dongfang Yun said with a smile.

Wang Ruoxu was taken aback, his pupils narrowed slightly: "Why did Brother Dongfang say that?"

"Because of him." Dongfang Yun and I pointed to the long sword that was still flying in the distance, "Nine swords were released."

With a "ding", a long sword was stuck on the high city wall, and the horse's face, which was dozing there, trembled in fright.Ma Mian stood up, looked at the sword, and then at the distance: "These gangsters are finally going to make a move?"

Niutou was also dumbfounded: "Grandma, how can you throw the sword over at such a distance?"

"What should we do? Let's go down and see the situation?"

"With the power of this sword, we are not opponents."

"To find the boss?"

"It's time to find the mayor!"

"I really want to see City Lord Mo." Suddenly a person stepped on the long sword, and his school robes flew in the wind. "But it's better for me to meet him."

"How did you come up here!" Niutou was shocked.

Zhou Zheng frowned: "Of course I jumped up."

"What kind of light work is this..." Ma Mian turned pale with fright.

"I am Nangong Xi'er's senior brother." Zhou Zheng said, "I am here to help you."

"Zhou Zhengjun is a friend, you two quickly welcome him in." Mo Wen's voice came from a distance.

Niutou and Mamian immediately cupped their fists at Zhou Zheng as if they were being pardoned, and said, "It turns out to be Five Gentlemen! It's an honor, an honor!"

At this time, a voice came from the city.

"Please open the city gate... The city wall is so high, we can't jump up it..."

Zhou Zheng smiled: "There are still two of my juniors under the city, please trouble me."

(End of this chapter)