I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 95 The Five Righteousnesses of the Shangxiang
Ba Ang looked at the old man with sharp eyes and said, "Old man, have we met before? I think you are quite familiar."

The old man smiled and said: "Hey, I often tell stories about ghosts and gods on bridges. Maybe you have seen me before."

Xiuniang also thought about it at this time, and she blurted out: "You are the old man who sang in Jieqiao on the day when Jin Gui Dou Yong."

The old man laughed and said: "That's right, little girl, you even gave me the copper coins."

Xun Feipeng saw that everyone changed the subject and asked again. He was quite curious about it.

The old man put his index finger to his mouth and smiled: "You can't say it, you can't say it. I have a fate with you today, so I talked some nonsense. Don't take it seriously. Don't take it seriously."

After saying that, he bowed to the three of them and turned to leave.

There was a faint hint of drama, "Let's talk about those two brothers who stole treasures together, but also killed people..."

"What a weird old man." Baang muttered.

Just as Xun Feipeng was about to say something, he heard exclamations from all around him. He quickly raised his head and saw that the pile of flesh and mud had turned into a beautiful female corpse, lifelike and charming to all living beings.

A huge shadow appeared, which was the Thunder Dragon.

The phantom of the dragon was blurry, and the outline could be seen tightly. It was not real, but even so, it made Xun Feipeng and others feel like they were facing an abyss.

Xun Feipeng heard someone exclaim: "This is a big trick. It is said that there is a higher realm of cultivation above the four realms of Yinshen. That's probably it."

Song Boyu on the stage opened his eyes wide and froze.

He was closer, and the power he felt was stronger, which was definitely beyond his ability.

Wu Yan grabbed Song Boyu's hand, used magic to protect Song Boyu, and whispered:
"This is a secret method above the Yin God. To prove the authenticity of this meat paste, it is a bit overkill. I think the high priest who destroyed the Holy Land Temple may also want to take this opportunity to establish his authority!"

If it were normal, Wang Fujun would definitely not want to get too close to the Holy Land, let alone make them famous, but this time and that time.

Now Wang Fujun's primary goal is to keep his official title, and other things can be discussed later.

Song Boyu's expression was indifferent and he didn't say much. However, anger arose in his heart and he secretly said:

“The high priests of these holy temples are definitely high-level monks.

With such strength, why didn't they take action on the night of the New Year's Eve corpse transformation?
If they could have taken action early, what would have happened! "

Thinking of this, Song Boyu felt even more uneasy and clenched his fists tighter.

With the holy temple as evidence, the people present soon believed it, and the luck in the sky changed again.

The thundering dragon, white tiger and four-winged giant snake that symbolize the holy temple all appeared one after another, driving away the wolves and closing in on the golden haechi step by step.

Haechi roared helplessly several times, unable to retreat, and finally could only spit out a ball of golden light, which was eaten by the thunder dragon, white tiger and four-winged giant snake, and it became sluggish.

Fu Jun's complexion suddenly turned pale, knowing that his luck had changed.

As the parent official of Shangxiang Mansion, Wang Siqian not only possesses power, he can also share the fate of the human true dragon and gain indescribable benefits.

The imperial official is not a human master, but a herdsman on behalf of the master, but he can still distribute a small amount of human dragon energy. This loss will greatly reduce his distribution of human dragon energy, which is really a big loss.

Wang Siqian tried his best to maintain his demeanor, and after appeasing the people, he sent the three high priests from the Holy Land Temple out of the Holy Land Temple, and then returned to the high platform.

He wanted to do something and try his best to recover his losses.

This time, he learned his lesson and spoke very down to earth.

"The elders and fellow villagers of Shangxiang. It has now been proven that it was these five people who destroyed Quan Xiangyue's conspiracy and killed the Bronze Corpse Puppet Emperor. These five people are the heroes of our Shangxiang Mansion and are the true righteous men. , please give them cheers and applause."

People like heroes, especially after seeing the water breath image. After it was confirmed, the whole audience burst into violent applause and cheers.

As a result, a civil commotion was eliminated, everyone's emotions had an outlet, and the dead souls could feel at ease, and everything went smoothly.

Wang Siqian also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really lucky to be able to handle this matter well.

After the people's emotions were vented, Wang Siqian said through magic: "Please remember these five people, Pingyi Langguan Du Renlong, Shu Min, Chen Daorong, Sanxiu Wuyan, and mortal warrior Song Boyu.

The five of them used their fearless spirit and courage to risk their lives to survive, solving the corpse transformation and preventing more deaths.

From now on, we should call them the Five Righteousnesses of Shangxiang! "

As soon as this statement came out, the people cheered even more. People liked this almost storyteller tone, especially since this statement was made by the parents.

At this time, Song Boyu boldly walked up to Fujun and bowed: "Master Fujun, I have something to say that I would like to tell our fellow villagers. I don't know if it's okay."

Prince Siqian looked at Song Boyu carefully and recalled the last time he passively became famous. There was something in his words: "You are a good boy with integrity and know how to advance and retreat. Tell me, remember, tell me what is in your heart." .”

Song Boyu nodded slightly, and Wang Siqian handed him a jade pendant, asking him to hold it so that everyone could hear it.

Song Boyu held the jade pendant and felt it was very warm. He said with a serious expression: "Uncles, aunts, grandparents, brothers and sisters.

My name is Song Boyu, you may know me. Just some time ago, I was specially warned by Wang Fujun because of the life-and-death struggle at Wanmen Street Martial Arts Hall. "

As soon as Song Boyu spoke, the people's voices gradually dropped, and they all looked at him and listened to him.

Many people whispered about Song Boyu's past.

"This is the fifth of our five righteousnesses in Shangxiang. The only mortal Song Boyu is just a half-grown baby."

"Has this little kid ever fought to the death?"

"No, I know about this. It caused a big fuss and killed many respectable warriors."

"Really?"

"No, he is known as the best swordsman of Wanmen, and his martial arts is very powerful. If there is no harm, how can a mortal kill the Bronze Corpse Puppet Emperor together with the immortal masters and claim the Five Righteousnesses?"

"Stop talking and listen to what Song Boyu has to say."

……

Song Boyu paused for a while and glanced at the people in Zhensu. His heartbeat was very fast. Once there were more than [-] people, the mountains and plains were filled with people. It was really a big scene.

This was the first time in his previous life that he had faced such a scene.

He tried to calm himself down and said silently in his mind: They are all carrots, they are all carrots.

The reason why Song Boyu had to go on stage specifically was to publicize the fact that the prince had advised him to be kind and Boyu had changed his ways.

As a mortal warrior, I have limited resources. Only by binding and making good friends with Fu Jun can I achieve greater development.

His goal has never changed. He wants to examine officials and even examiners, enter the Jingping Yamen, seek out the massive secrets of martial arts possessed by the imperial court, and make friends with the prince. With a big tree at his back, it is imperative that he do so.

(End of this chapter)