The Peerless Young Emperor of the City

Chapter 479 He is dead!
"Rules are rules. The rules of my Zhenbao Pavilion are not yet the turn of a young master of a first-class sect to break them just like that. Let's go slowly."

Say it!

Zhu Zijuan turned around and entered the backstage.

What is the young master of Yingwuzong?
The power of her Zhenbao Pavilion, has she ever been afraid of these first-class sects!
If there is no powerful force, how can the Treasure Pavilion survive for many years?
"Hmph, be tough." Xuan Jiuji's face was very embarrassed, but he also knew that in his capacity, he would be nothing without the support of Yingwuzong.

So, he was just talking about it.

"Hmph, when the young master comes over, they will know how to regret it." Xuan Jiuji sneered, waved his sleeves and left, with a burst of anger in his heart.

However, he also knows that Yingwuzong is not as simple as an ordinary first-class sect.

Today's Northwest has already undergone earth-shaking changes. Secretly, all major forces have already been secretly taken under the command of that peerless existence.

Who would dare to provoke the majestic Seven Great Emperor Clans, who stand at the pinnacle of this world.

Just this level of background has caused countless people to fear it.

This is also the reason why Yingwuzong is becoming more and more powerful in the northwest area.

Once the line of the Imperial Clan is established, who would dare to touch their bad luck easily?Wouldn't that be, don't take the dignified imperial family seriously! ?
I am afraid that there are not many people in the world who have the courage of the young marshal.

Openly challenge the Ban imperial clan, soldiers approach the city, and beat the Great Chu imperial clan to pieces!
There is only one person who can do such a feat throughout the ages.

That one, today's legend, China's most prestigious peerless arrogance.

Young Master Xiao, Xiao Yun!
However, is there another person like Xiao Yun who can be found in this world?
Moreover.

"That old man of the Zhou family thought he had brought a remarkable person here, but he didn't know that in front of Yingwuzong, it was not worth mentioning at all."

Xuan Jiuji said something indifferently.

"Today he ruined the young master's good deeds. Once the young master is angry, does he think he can avoid it?"

"The so-called Mr. Yun is nothing more than an ant in front of Emperor Yingwuzong, not worth mentioning at all."

Thinking of this, he was determined that when he reported the matter, the young master would handle it properly.

The young master of Yingwuzong is a remarkable young talent.

If he came here in person, wouldn't this little Jiangbei be allowed to cover the sky with his hands?
The so-called overlord of Baichuan is not worth looking at in front of the mighty Yingwuzong.

The four overlords in the southeast and northwest are nothing more than bigger ants in front of Yingwuzong.

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Outside the gate, Xiao Yun and others drove away directly.

There is no intention of staying here at all.

At the same time, Xuan Jiuji also silently took out the phone, said a few words in a hurry, and then walked away.

Bai Chuan, in a certain house.

A group of Dongying warriors were walking back and forth in the courtyard.

"Jono Taro and the others, why haven't they come back?"

"Could it be, something happened."

"My Yamato warriors, who dares to be presumptuous to them? Besides, Jono Taro and the others are not weak, and there are even martial king-level powerhouses among them."

"Looking at Huaxia Baichuan, there are very few people who can embarrass them, so don't worry."

A man with a mustache spoke with a proud and confident face.

His name is Dongchuan Gangtiao, and he is a master figure in Dongying Yidao School.

And Jono Taro is his favorite student, although he is not the strongest existence under the Yidao School, he can also be called the top three existence among his peers.

Of course, this time, not only people from the Yidao School came from Dongpu.

It's the arrogant figures under the entire Emperor's Palace, including people from many schools.

It can be said that all the martial arts practitioners on the table in Japan have gathered here.

Of course, their one-knife style, as one of the largest schools in Japan, naturally has a relatively right to speak.

In front of other genres, they also have a sense of superiority.

"With the strength of a one-knife family member, I am afraid that Tiaoye-kun is enough to sweep everyone in Baichuan's younger generation. Dongchuan-kun does not need to worry."

Another short middle-aged man spoke.

"That's right." Dongchuan Gangtiao laughed loudly, with a hint of complacency in his expression, "After all, he is my favorite student, the younger generation in Baichuan, so I can't help him."

When everyone heard it, they complimented him endlessly. For example, the flattering words of a famous teacher who produces a high-ranking student, and a student who is a talented monster, but Dongchuan Gangtiao was very useful.

Who doesn't like being praised?
Even if he knows that the other party is flattering, he still likes to hear it.

Just when everyone was complacent, soon, there was a panicked figure rushing into this place in a hurry.

"It's not good, it's not good!"

The short and thin man knelt on the ground with a common sound, his expression was terrified, like a terrified monkey.

"So flustered, I've lost face of Yamato Samurai, what's the matter?!"

Dongchuan Gangtiao snorted coldly, his mustache squirmed a few times, and two sharp rays of light burst out from his gloomy eyes.

His appearance made the short and thin man tremble all over with fright, and he fell to his knees on the ground with cold sweat profusely on his head.

"This……"

"This……"

He hesitated.

I couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Wouldn't it be even worse if Dongchuan Gangtiao knew the truth at this moment?
Maybe, he was furious on the spot, vented his anger on him, and chopped him up with a knife.

But, in this situation, what else can he do?
I can only tell the truth.

"Mr. Dongchuan, Mr. Tiaoye, he, he..."

Hearing this, Dongchuan Gangtiao narrowed his eyes slightly, put his hands back, and said indifferently, "What's wrong? Did my disciple do something extraordinary?"

"Could it be that... in Baichuan again, a certain Hua Xiajiao was maimed?"

"I remember a few days ago, my incompetent disciple beat a certain top ten talent in Baichuan to the ground. These Huatian prides are really vulnerable—"

His expression was haughty, and he couldn't hide the arrogance in his words. Obviously, he was very satisfied with himself as a disciple.

But the man's next sentence directly drove him into the abyss.

"No, no, Jono-kun... he's dead!"

(End of this chapter)