First Cause Of All Realms

First Cause Of All Realms Chapter 81

2021-09-03

Chapter 81 Isn’t Jianghu fighting?

"Master Xu..."

The Knight shook his head slightly: "This boss has a bad temper, we'd better not deal with him."

"The temple, the place, the army, the rivers and lakes. This old man has hurt the interests of too many people. It's okay to be in the temple, let it go somewhere, he he he ..."

Yuan Jingying squinted phoenix slightly eyes :
"Our opponent is still the mad woman from Bright Gown Guard... It's getting late, let's go into the city."

...

"Put on armor. Be sharp and orderly. Those people are from the military?! Did they come here because of the rebellion of the Liansheng Sect? Or..."

In the carriage, Yang Yu was still guessing about the entire group identity of.

At a glance, he felt a lot of threat. The Knight at the head, martial arts, was probably much higher than Yuchilong.

The latter had never made him feel such a strong threat even when it was a decisive blow.

"Master Yang..."

Outside the carriage, there was a voice of Ken begging: "Please do me a favour, hurry up? I'm so scared that I'm sleeping in the wilderness..."

In the snow, several thieves inmates who were only single-clothed complained.

After the Martial Artist exchange blood, they can resist the cold and heat to a certain extent, but they were scattered inner Qi and wore pipa bone.

It's better in the daytime.

"Yeah, Mr. Yang. You just lie down, we will lead the horses for you, and we will never let you get tired."

the sun set behind the western hills , Several prisoners felt the coolness.

Only Guan Shanshui coldly snorted closed his eyes.

Although he is not proficient in horizontal and martial arts, but in the end, he can't raise inner Qi after five exchange blood, and he is not afraid of this coolness.

"What? Do you still want to live in the Inn and restaurant?"

Lifting the curtain, Yang Yu sneered.

The rebellion of the Liansheng Sect lasted all night, and there were fights everywhere. If they could commit a lot of bloody crimes and have not been killed, these people are naturally not someone who is easy to deal with.

All of them have changed their blood, and the two who are driving the car have undergone a second blood exchange.

"Even if it's even a broken temple."

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the car, also begged: "Don't lie to your lord, we are still outside this city. Some of the treasures, I wish all of them were given to the adults..."

"Yes, I also have a manor, and I am also willing to give it with both hands."

The rest of the prisoners also begged.

They are really scared.

This 'Yang Beheaded' was a wicked man who killed people in one night, and some of them had seen it before.

For fear that he would freeze himself in the wild.

"Are you bribing me?"

Yang Yu squeezed his chin, a little playful:
"Great Ming has strict laws, and if he takes bribes, he will be executed. You have reached this step, and you still want to drag me into the water?"

"How dare you frame the adults, I really can't stand it."

Several prisoners screamed.

"Before it gets dark, you must stop."

Yang Yu glanced at Guan Shanshui lightly and lowered the curtain.

He doesn't feel pity for these scumbags, but he doesn't like sleeping in the wild either.

A group of prisoners who got permission immediately cheered up. The two people in front of the car accelerated their horses, and the prisoners in the back didn't dare to fall behind half a step.

In the car curtain blown by the wind, they could vaguely see the big and exaggerated steel essence bow.

Yang Yu left Montenegro with only one bow, twelve arrows, half a Pig Slaughtering Blade, a few gold and silver notes, and a few taels of broken silver.

The rest are dry food medicine ingredients. Of course, the most abundant ones are various 'iron broad beans'.

It wasn't like he didn't do anything in the days before he left Montenegro.

What should be taken, he will not be less.

Whoosh!
Swallowing grains of iron broad beans, Yang Yu closed his eyes and urged inner Qi to walk around his body, pushing the progress of iron crotch kung fu bit by bit.

The formation of ribs and tendons not only brings physical transformation, but also brings great pressure.

However, it was this oppression that made his Martial Arts progress faster than before.

Om~
One heart and two, inner Qi wanders, Yang Yu also enters the Cauldron of Gluttony.

More than 30 pieces of ingredients of various types were blasted by the purple-gold rays of light. Yang Yu reached out and held the Purple Gold bottle gourd in his hand.

These days, he's been playing the bottle gourd for a long time almost every day, trying to get something out of it.

Unfortunately, although this bottle gourd is called 'dao fruit' by the madmen taught by Liansheng, it is blank inside and out, and there is nothing left by its predecessors at all.

Not even the slightest trace of artificial carving.

It's just like the rumors say 'the convergence of Heaven and Earth' and 'not acquired polishing'.

"There is a treasure mountain, but it's blocked from the door."

After looking back and forth for a long time, Yang Yu was still sighed and let go of the treasure bottle gourd.

Looked towards another recipe instead.

Nine Bulls and Two Tigers in refining.

"According to those books, the so-called Divine Ability is the power that can be obtained after the achievement of 'dao fruit 'refining 'rank'...

This Xifu King Zhao, also owns a dao fruit?"

Yang Yu guessed.

Got the dive seed Nine Bulls and Two Tigers, the recipe didn't disappear, or once the recipe got it, it won't disappear.

"I still have three chances to enter Liuji Mountain...Once it is exhausted, I need to refill eleven ingredients to open it again."

Yang Yu muttered in his heart, some be eager to have a try.

What's your current level in that war?
Can I fight that King Zhao of Xifu?
After glancing at dozens of ingredients, Yang Yu was convinced that it was not just one ingredient, it would be wasted.

hum~
With his thoughts, the recipe rays of light of Nine Bulls and Two Tigers were released, and in the blink of an eye, Yang Yu entered the familiar Liujishan battlefield.

The setting sun is like blood, and the flags are hunting.

……

……

hu hu!

In the cold wind, the carriage galloped down the uneven official road.

A group of prisoners stepped on the snow, sweating profusely, panting rapidly, and seeing the sky getting dark, their hearts were all a little anxious.

Suddenly, a person seems to have seen something:
"Fire, there is fire!"

It was dark at this time, and the fire was faint but very conspicuous. , everyone was excited.

“Whoo!”

In the carriage, Yang Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

This time was not as fortunate as before. He went directly to the death camp. Immediately the horn sounded, the magnificent army with thousands of men and horses galloped and trampled.

A wave of fire was gathered, which was much faster than the last death, and there was no shadow of the King Zhao of the West Palace.

"Firelight?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Yang Yu lifted the curtain of the car to take a look, and after slightly frowned, he choked everyone:

" Stop!"

"xu lu lu ~"

Jiang Du and Zhao Jiu, who were driving the car, didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly pulled the horse.

"Master Yang?"

The prisoners looked at him eagerly.

"Rest on the spot, and go on the road tomorrow morning."

Ignoring the pleas of the prisoners, Yang Yu tied the horse to the tree beside the road, sweeping out the empty space with his sleeves. Snow clearing, just below the sit cross-legged.

Everyone was dissatisfied, but they dared to object.

It was late at night and the cold was getting heavier.

The faces of all the prisoners were ashen, and they had to hug each other close to the fire. Although they felt better, they didn't even think about sleeping.

“Yang Yu…”

Guan Shanshui’s eyelids twitched wildly as he was locked in the prison car and let the cold wind blow.

With his physique, a cold storm may not cause an accident overnight, but this is by no means a pleasant thing.

"Zhao Jiu, distribute the dry food."

Yang Yu ordered.

"Okay, Mr. Yang."

Zhao Jiu was in a hurry, took out a dozen dry biscuits from the carriage, hesitated, and put back two.

First of all, he gave Yang Yu two, one for himself and Jiang, and one for the rest of the prisoners.

Although the prisoners were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say a word.

As for Guan Shanshui, who was messy in the cold wind, everyone tacitly forgot about him.

"Phew!"

Guan Shanshui gritted his teeth, took a deep breath of cold air, and closed his eyes.

What can you do without a meal?
……

……

Crackling~
Wet wood exploded in the fire.

Under the shaky firelight, everyone in the Iron Sword Sect looked rather ugly.

"Shouldn't be..."

The eight-character Hushan bandit slumped to the ground in embarrassment, his expression sluggish.

"Dog thing, is this the only way you said?"

A young man glared with a sword in a bad tone.

"Yong Yan, keep your voice down!"

The old man with black beard and hair turned white and eyes with gods scolded in a deep voice:
"If you go to Qing State, don't go this way. , I have to take the January Mountain Road more! Just wait quietly, I believe this friend will not want to play old man!"

"Martial Ancestor said yes."

Shi Yongyan keep quiet out of fear.

This old man was named Yan Jinglue. He was nearly ninety years old. He was the person with the highest rank in their Iron Sword Sect and the highest martial arts.

Fifty years ago, he participated in the battle of Liujishan, and he was the number one figure in Shunde mansion, and even the manor of a mansion should give three points of face.

"The people in the door are all scattered?"

Yan Jinglue asked solemnly.

"Back to Martial Ancestor, it has been scattered all over the place, and the mountain gate, also a fire, a fire..."

The person who replied was resentful:

"After a fire, our Iron Sword Sect will disappear in the boundary of Shunde Prefecture..."

"We will be there. When I got to the door, I couldn't leave if I wanted to."

Yan Jinglue sighed:
"You guys, take Imperial Court too lightly..."

"Martial Ancestor, look, is there a fire there?"

Shi Yong turned his head casually, and saw a fire in the distance.

After his reminder, the rest of the people also saw the fire, and their spirits were shocked.

"Not bad."

Yan Jinglue frowned slightly.

His eyes suddenly lit up in the night, and after a while, he stood up:

"The landscape is there, let's go."

" Yes!"

Iron Sword Sect everyone got up one after another.

Shi Yongyan glanced at the mustache who was sitting on the ground, browsed slightly wrinkle: "This person?"

"It's just a bandit, it's okay to kill."

Yan Jinglue didn't even look at it, flicks with the finger, a mass of energy has been shot out, the moustache complexion has greatly changed, but he can't react in time, and he has already been beaten to death.

……

Under the firelight, Yang Yu swallowed the iron broad beans one by one. .

He flicked the Pig Slaughtering Blade, and the humming sound could be heard far away in the night:

"Since it's here, why don't you show up?"

"Who?!"

All the prisoners were turned pale in fright, looking left and right, they heard bursts of heroic laughter like Yellow Bell Great Sound:
"hahaha As expected of the recently famous 'Yang Beheaded', knowing that the old man came, not only did he not run away, but he dared to wait, but the old man had to admire you!"

"Yan Martial Uncle! "

In the prison car, Guan Shanshui was excited, and the shackles on his body sounded like a 'crash-bang'.

"I heard that the Iron Sword Sect burst into flames, and people went to the mountains a few days ago. Wei Shi guessed it well, you are indeed planning to rob prisoners."

Yang Yu's eyes The light condensed and looked at the old man who looked like a lion:
"But didn't expect, you will come in person."

The witness of the first battle of Liujishan, fifty years There is a great name before, and he has naturally heard the name of Yan Jinglue.

However, he disappeared 20 years ago, and it is suspected that his blood has plummeted, and he is afraid that the enemy will seek revenge and hide.

I didn't expect that the Old Guy would personally come to take prisoners.

"If you know who the old man is, then you will save the old man's words."

Across ten feet, Yan Jinglue held his sword and said indifferently:

"Yang Xiaoyou, look at the thin face of the old man, how about letting me Martial Nephew survive? If you are willing to sell face, Iron Sword Sect will definitely honor your friendship."

"Thin noodles ?no no no..."

Yang Yu wiped the blade lightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"From this Yang's point of view, your face is not inferior to the city wall!"

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Good night everyone. Transition chapter, a little slower. Recommend a book "Myriad Realms Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start", the author is also old acquaintance. The waste paper bridge, the one where the car thief slipped.