Xiaoxiang smiled and said: "My maid guesses that various sects must also have portraits of the young master."
As she spoke, she carefully put away the portrait. Even when Qingqing stared at her, she didn't seem to notice it, nor did she intend to stop her movements.
Qingqing turned to look at Xuanyuan and asked, "Do you have any history with Xiaoxiang?"
Ranyi said calmly: "The past doesn't count, there should be hatred."
"hatred?"
Xiaoxiang nodded in agreement: "My ancestor of the Long family, Long Xiaoyun, had his legs broken by the young master. My ancestor Long Xiaoyun's father, Long Xiaoyun, died in the hands of the young master."
Qingqing said in surprise: "Then you don't hate him?"
Xiaoxiang shook his head and said: "Actually, I asked my grandpa when I was a child. Grandpa told me that my ancestors made mistakes first, and the younger generations of the Long family cannot avenge their ancestors. He also said that if the descendants of the Long family see Tianjun, they will immediately hide. Far away."
At the end of the sentence, she laughed first. Who would have thought that after so many years, she would still be able to see the mythical Heavenly King? She even became his girl!
Qingqing couldn't help but be curious and asked: "What exactly have you done?"
"I don't know!" After he finished speaking, he asked Xiaoxiang: "Did your ancestors pass down that knife?"
Xiaoxiang nodded, touched her waist with a smile, and found a thin knife in her hand.
When Qingqing and Xiaoyun saw the knife, they both stared at the knife in her hand. They didn't recognize the knife, but they seemed to want to see what was different about the three-foot-seven-inch knife.
"Show me."
If it were anyone else, Xiaoxiang would definitely not give it to her, but if she wanted it, she would immediately hand it over.
Seeing Ran Ran holding it in his hand and looking at it, Qingqing asked: "What's the special origin of this hidden weapon?"
Randomly said with a smile, "This is not a hidden weapon, but a weapon."
"Weapon?" Qingqing asked doubtfully: "Who would use a three-inch knife as a weapon, unless..."
She seemed to be thinking of a person. For thousands of years, only that person could use the three-inch flying knife as a weapon.
Randomly said lightly: "Any famous weapon has either a glorious history or a touching story. This knife doesn't have much of a story. It was just made by a blacksmith using fine steel for two hours, but its history is enough. It can be described with the word 'brilliant'."
"Xiao Li's magical sword is the best in the world, and every single strike is always successful!" Qingqing lost her voice and said: "Is this the flying knife that Xiao Li used to explore flowers in the past?!"
This sentence has been circulated for hundreds of years, but no one has ever doubted its authenticity.
He nodded casually and said, "The Long and Li families are family friends."
Hearing this, Xiaoxiang's face turned a little red... because she knew what the Long family had done back then, and how the Long family had failed Li Tanhua. It's just that Li Tanhua has always taken good care of the Long family regardless of past grudges, even for future generations.
Qingqing glanced at Xiaoxiang unexpectedly and said, "I didn't know that Xiaoxiang's ancestor was a family friend of Li Tanhua."
Xiao Xiangqian smiled and said: "Princess, please stop teasing me, it's been so many years, and the Long and Li families have not been in contact for a hundred years."
Xuanyuan suddenly asked: "Do you know how to throw a knife?"
Xiaoxiang hesitated, nodded, then shook her head and said: "Actually, the Long family has always inherited the flying knife skills. However, after so many years, the flying knife secret book left by Li Tanhua has been lost, and the maid only has I got some tips from my grandpa to bring luck, but I think it’s no longer the original knife-throwing skill of the past.”
Random returned the flying knife, and then said: "Go back and tell me, I should be able to deduce the complete luck method and flying knife technique."
Xiaoxiang's eyes widened, her eyes seemed to be shining, and she nodded with a smile.
…
The news that the current leaders of the five major sects, the most authoritative first elder of Shaolin, and the accompanying disciples from each sect came to Xiejiazhuang and never returned was sent back to their mountain gate.
Wudang, Diancang, Kunlun, Huashan, and Kongtong each had a disciple who returned alive. It was through their mouths that each sect learned that all the leaders and accompanying disciples had been killed, and the murderer was none other than the Heavenly Lord!
Only five of the dozens of people are alive, and each of the five major sects happens to have one alive... Such a coincidence cannot withstand any scrutiny. But the reason why they survived was to deliver messages and messages to Tianjun.
With that person's temperament, no one doubted that he would not dare to do it or would not do it!
Thirty years ago, the seven-sect alliance gathered heroes from all over the world to attack Tianjun in the maple forest in front of Green Water Lake. Nine out of ten people would be killed, and the hatred was already forged.
Although the seven major sects and major clans suffered heavy losses, Tianjun was unscathed, but who can guarantee that Ren Tianjun will not be dissatisfied?
It is not impossible for him to bring up his past grievances and find people in the world to settle old accounts!
Thinking of this, each faction no longer doubted the authenticity of the words of the five disciples, and directly passed the letter to the martial arts colleagues to discuss how to deal with Tianjun.
Thirty years ago, the war was brutal, but the martial arts world in the Central Plains was in depression, and the various factions had not recovered their strength in nearly thirty years. Now, if he goes on a killing spree, won't he destroy the sect and the ancestor's inheritance?
Thinking about this, how can they not panic or be afraid?
Within seven days, rumors spread throughout the world that Tianjun was going to fight the world, and the martial arts righteous people were panicked. Now they are rushing to Xiejiazhuang to hold a heroes meeting.
However, Xuanyuan has returned to Youran Villa.
Agu stopped the carriage, and a group of people got out of the carriage. Unlike the boiling rivers and lakes now, Youran Villa is still in a leisurely state.
Agu was about to step forward and knock on the door, but Xuanyuan stopped him: "No, there are 'guests' in the hotel."
This door was about to be replaced again. He smashed the door with a random palm and broke in.
The front yard was quiet and quiet, with no sound or trace. Any figure disappeared and came to the backyard.
At this moment, Wawa, Crow, Xiaozi Wufeng, as well as the three old servants and four girls in the villa, were all paralyzed on the ground. Only Xie Xiaodi was standing with a knife, facing the siege of twelve people.
These twelve people are all very tall, and they are all holding weapons, such as spears and broadswords, immortal shoulders, stone axes, hooks, iron rulers... They open their chests, showing their strong muscles. Facing that person, that person A knife, but no one dared to step forward.
However, Xie Xiaodi was no better at this moment. Even though no one dared to take the lead and feared the magic sword in his hand, these twenty-four eyes were full of eagerness to try.
A fat yellow man said with a cruel smile: "Why should the second owner of the village make things difficult for us? My boss just invited a few people to be guests. The twelve of us brothers have never hurt anyone in the village."
Xie Xiaodi wanted to talk to him to delay, but suddenly his eyes looked elsewhere.
Xie Xiaodi turned her eyes and said with a look of shame: "I'm embarrassed for you."
The twelve people were stunned when they suddenly heard a voice coming from behind: "You have indeed embarrassed me."
Hearing this voice, none of them dared to look back. Suddenly, their whole bodies were trembling. They had never been so scared.
But no matter how scared you are, you have to face it, and no matter how scared you are to face it, you still have to look back.
There is a man who is close to God because he is invincible. There is a sword that no one can see because everyone who is lucky enough to witness it has been buried. There is a fear that cannot be described because it is more terrible than terrible.
When they turned back, they faced the man, saw the sword, and felt the fear.
Random was standing behind them, not only standing there, but also pulling out the sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time.
The twelve people only thought of one word: run!
But just as they were thinking this, before they could move, the person ten feet away disappeared without a trace.
