blogombal Chapter 444
Chapter 444
"Keng keng keng!!"
In the peaceful and tranquil Zi Dian Shen Xiao Sect, something strange happened.
All the direct disciples in the sect trembled, and the Zi Dian Shen Xiao spear spirits flew out automatically, all flying to the outside world, clanging and wailing towards the distance.
I felt numb all over, my heart was throbbing, and I knelt down directly.
Yang Jinghong led a group of Yang family members to practice in the martial arts field. He jumped into the air and was about to shoot forward, but he slid down in the air and knelt down.
Looking at the distance with a confused face, there was a faint sense of fear that made the hair stand on end.
The five elders and the sect leader Yang Tingjun were originally on the attic next to them, looking down with their hands behind their backs, but they were also not spared. They were caught off guard and knelt down directly.
The red-faced Fourth Master Yang stared at the distance, terrified to the extreme.
"This..."
"What level of spear aura is this?"
Yang Tingjun's heart was filled with shock and he said in shock: "There are no enemies outside the sect. What spear master can threaten my Zidian Shenxiao Sect even though he is tens of thousands of miles away!"
"No, this is impossible!"
The elders shook their heads repeatedly, unable to accept this fact.
If someone could defeat them in terms of cultivation, they could totally accept it.
But Zidian Shenxiao Sect is the world's number one spear sect, who can be stronger than them?
The five elders and the leader Yang Tingjun stood up quickly, each with a look of emotion, staring at the east in doubt: "Is that... the direction of the Canglong Empire?"
Yang Tingjun said in a serious tone: "Elders, I have never heard of any spear masters in many years. Is it possible that a top spear martial spirit has awakened?"
The fourth master Yang's face turned redder, and he said excitedly, "Impossible!"
"Absolutely impossible!"
"If the martial spirit awakening alone can shock our sect, then the Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear that our sect is proud of, wouldn't it be even worse than garbage in front of the other party?"
The other four elders nodded one after another.
Master Yang San said cautiously: "Tingjun, there must be a hidden spear master who is striving for the strongest realm. Our sect must be careful to find out the news."
"Don't make an enemy of him. Win him over at all costs."
"Alas..."
"This person is like finding a needle in a haystack. How can we find him?"
"Besides, can they win over a strong man who is infinitely close to a god?"
Yang Tingjun was full of bitterness and shook his head repeatedly.
He sighed in his heart, it's a troubled time. It's not easy to be the sect leader.
"Stand up!"
Yang Siye stood on the attic, angrily cursing at the martial arts arena:
"Stand up, kneeling to someone else's spear martial spirit, how shameful!!"
Countless young people smiled bitterly and explained: "Fourth Master, I can't get up, my legs are numb."
Yang Jinghong, who was born to be rebellious, bared his shining big golden teeth and said arrogantly:
"Fourth Master, we are the same, didn't you kneel too?"
"Pah!"
Yang Siye didn't hesitate and slapped himself in the face with his backhand.
The old face quickly became red and swollen.
He didn't care at all, his eyes were cold and determined:
"I am ashamed of what happened today, and I have brought shame to the Shenxiao Sect. I will never kneel again in the future!"
The younger generations in the sect were stunned, and they were all infected by Yang Siye's determination and pride.
The legs were tense and they stood up one after another.
Yang Jinghong opened his mouth slightly: "Fuck, men are so cruel to themselves."
"Our Fourth Master is good at dealing with things, but he really beats himself when something happens."
"Wait."
Yang Jinghong shuddered and shouted worriedly: "How is my sister? She is not frightened!!"
He quickly ran away from the martial arts field and headed towards his sister's boudoir.
A group of young geniuses also followed behind,
wanting to know how the Yang family's most proud daughter of heaven was doing in this wave of turmoil.
When crossing the garden path and reaching the boudoir, Yang Tingjun rushed forward like lightning and kicked his impetuous son out.
Knocking on the door gently outside, the rough voice softened a little:
"Xiruo, how are you, Dad and the elders are here to see you."
"Ahem."
"Xiruo is fine, Dad, please go back."
A sick cough came from the boudoir, and the voice was like a drizzle, moistening people's hearts.
"Sister!!"
Yang Jinghong rushed into the room with a big shoe print on her chest.
Everyone was stunned.
The female gun god of the Yang family, her hair was loose, and her white training clothes were stained red by the blood coughed out of her mouth. Her pair of white and slender jade hands tightly grasped the handle of the chair.
She made ten fingerprints on the handle of the thousand-year-old golden silk tree.
Just now, in order to avoid kneeling under the threat of the gun, her already weak body suffered a backlash, and the corners of her lips were still red, like a cuckoo crying blood.
"Sister!!"
Yang Jinghong panicked, and rolled and crawled to Yang Xiruo's side, at a loss like a child who had not grown up, not knowing what to do.
"Jinghong, youIt's the young master, be steady."
Yang Xiruo coughed lightly and comforted her brother.
Everyone noticed that although Yang Xiruo looked embarrassed, his soft eyes were unusually sharp, flashing with a burning desire to fight.
"Dad, did you feel the gun intent!!!"
Yang Tingjun's head hurt. His daughter's crazy obsession with guns came up, but where can she find such a hidden strongman? It's like a joke.
"Old Deng... Oh no!" Yang Jinghong noticed her sister's dangerous eyes and quickly changed her words: "Our dear father not only felt it, but also knelt down directly."
Yang Tingjun's face twitched, and he was almost filial to death.
Yang Xiruo ignored it, her beautiful eyes showed extreme concentration, crazy and hot: "Dad, is it possible to find the source of this gun intent?"
"That's exactly the gun path my daughter wants to pursue."
"Ahem. "
Yang Xiruo's cheeks were pink with excitement, and blood was coughed out of her mouth again.
The elders of the Yang family were heartbroken, and the always hot-tempered Fourth Master Yang comforted them gently:
"That... Xiruo girl, calm down first!"
"Don't be too excited, your health is important!"
"What you want to pursue, grandfathers will find a way to find it for you."
Yang Tingjun sighed and said: "But don't hold too much hope, such a strong man is like a dragon that can't be seen from head to tail, and it is difficult for us to find him who has been hiding from the world. "
Yang Xiruo bit her lips tightly with her pearly teeth, and regret grew in her heart.
Knowing that this kind of thing depends on fate, one must not be willful.
The breath of the peerless gun at that moment really made her heart palpitate, and she was shocked by the beauty.
Yang Jinghong saw the expression of her elder sister next to her.
She was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. Her elder sister's eyes were shining. She was thinking about someone else's gun. What should I do with my brother-in-law!!
No matter how awesome someone else's gun is, my brother-in-law can only be Luo Fanchen!!
"Sister!! My elder brother Luo is not inferior to anyone. You must not fall in love with someone else."
The kind face of the fourth master Yang changed, and he scolded: "Nonsense, your sister has never even seen the Luo boy you mentioned, how can you fall in love with someone else."
"Uh..."
Yang Jinghong's words were stagnant.
Yang Xiruo pinched the handkerchief with her jade fingers and gently wiped the red on her lips. Her gentle words revealed determination in her eyes.
"Brother. ”
“Sister, I have already given my life to the way of the spear, you know that.”
“I am afraid I will not live for more than half a century, how can I miss my lover?”
“Sister understands your intentions, the man Jinghong likes must be a very good person, but don’t mention this matter again in the future, sister only wants to accompany the way of the spear for the rest of her life.”
“Only those who can defeat me in the way of the spear will I be willing to chase after.”
Yang Jinghong was speechless and stared at her sister in a daze.
Sister was weak, but very stubborn, and she never took back what she said.
“Ah! !”
“Brother-in-law! !”
“Brother-in-law, you are gone. "
Yang Jinghong wailed in her heart, feeling grief and regret,
No! Sister, I'm sorry, Jinghong really needs this brother-in-law.
I'm going to give her the medicine!
Yang Tingjun said worriedly: "Xiruo, the World Championships will be held on the 15th, your physical condition..."
"If it really doesn't work, don't force yourself, your health is far more important than the face of my Shenxiao Sect."
Yang Xiruo shook her head and said softly: "You know, with a gun in my hand, I'm not myself."
Her clear eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the attic, looking into the distance, muttering in her heart:
"Will there be a chance to encounter such a strong gun master in the World Championships?"
"No way."
"I'm afraid that such a strong man is already in his seventies."
Yang Jinghong lowered his head in disappointment: "Sister is worried, I don't have a brother-in-law."
"Brother Luo is probably dead. "
Young Master Yang almost burst into tears.
At this moment,
this domineering and terrifying spear intent also spread to the disabled old people's home outside Qianlong City...