Even if the pursuer is a husband, how can he stop the two great warriors Zuo Wuzhou and Yaksha?

After killing the pursuer to pieces, Yasha consciously searched for the loot. Zuo Wuzhou slowly walked closer to Xiao Qingchen, who was shocked and his face turned pale. His expression was indifferent: "Mr. Xiao from Danshui, I have some doubts, and I still need you to come.

Answer. I don’t know what you think.”

Xiao Qingchen was so ashamed and angry that he covered his face and screamed: "I'm not Xiao Qingchen! I'm not."

Xiao Qingchen's tearful narration made Zuo Wuzhou very annoyed: "How can a man cry so loudly? You must know that a man bleeds but does not shed tears."

From his point of view, Xiao Qingchen's arduous experience was worse than that of a pig or a dog, and he kept it in his heart for a long time. When he was asked this question, he burst into bitter tears and choked up: "Me, me!"

When Xiao Qingchen recounted his experience, he actually knew the principle of speaking only three-thirds of the words when meeting people. However, Zuo Wuzhou and Yaksha could kill him at will. Due to force, Zuo Wuzhou was the main one.

Xiao Qingchen soon told a disgusting experience.

After listening to Xiao Qingchen's self-narration, Yaksha felt secretly miserable. What happened to Xiao Qingchen is not the fate of most soul monks. Often no one knows where they will be buried.

"It's quite miserable." Yasha sighed: "But you are lucky to be alive. I think back then, Wang Ken

Zuo Wuzhou had no expression on his face: "Is this considered miserable? What kind of ability is it if you can only cry and cry? If you have the ability, just practice it and kill it cleanly."

Xiao Qingchen described himself as haggard, and said at the top of his lungs: "I'm already useless, didn't you see? My right arm is gone, how can I get it back?"

"An idiot!" Zuo Wuzhou thought of Ji Xiaomo's catchphrase again, which was undoubtedly very suitable for evaluating this weak-minded Xiao Qingchen.

During the battle in the Ruijin Land that day, Zuo Wuzhou watched the battle and thought that Xiao Qingchen was such a great person. Now it seems that he is just a weakling with no fighting spirit. He has been soaked in the scenery for too long and has lost his fighting spirit.

The dissipated cartilage.

Xiao Qingchen had a good skin and a good temperament, but the result was an embroidered pillow bastard.

After pondering for a moment, Zuo Wuzhou looked calm: "Why does Tamsui want to unify the Ronghe area?

Xiao Qingchen hesitated to reveal the secret of Tamsui Country. After all, it is his mother country and he has deep feelings. Yasha sneered: "I advise you to just say it. Tamsui Country treats you like this. Do you have to humble yourself and come forward to show off?"

What a grandson."

Xiao Qingchen's mouth was full of bitterness, and he said resolutely: "There are some people with unknown origins among them. I can't sense their aura. I suspect they are Soul Martial Emperor!"

"Them!" Zuo Wuzhou's color changed slightly: "How many people are there."

"There may be three to five people from Emperor Hunwu." Xiao Qingchen recalled bitterly: "I had never seen this group of people two years ago. It seemed like they suddenly appeared."

Zuo Wuzhou took a breath. He was secretly frightened, but also excited. He thought: "It seems to be true. In this way, Tamsui State has the intention to unify the Ronghe area. Chongyun is the first to bear the brunt, and Xi

Lin is bound to be involved. If so, it will be a disaster."

"After returning, let's take a look and then make plans." Zuo Wuzhou slowly nodded his head, his heart filled with coldness: "Whether Chongyun Kingdom is dead or alive is none of my business. But once I get involved in Xilin, I will be responsible for the Tang Dynasty.

Brother, my family is in Xilin. If the war spreads, "I will kill you if necessary!"

After repeated questions, some doubts were clarified. Zuo Wuzhou stood up and glanced at Xiao Qingchen coldly: "Yaksha, let's go!"

Xiao Qingchen looked around blankly: "As for me, the world is so big, where can I go?"

Seeing him like this, Yaksha inevitably felt sad: "Why don't we let him fend for himself? Why not take him with us? If he becomes the husband of Xilin, I'm afraid it will save some trouble."

"You're a weakling, even if you're the Soul Martial Emperor, what's the point of coming here?" Zuo Wuzhou rolled his sleeves and shouted coldly.

He really needs some soul monks to share the secular affairs of Xilin for him, so that he can focus on cultivation and no longer have to worry about secular affairs. But people like Xiao Qingchen have collapsed after a small setback, so what's the use?

.

Xiao Qingchen is the proud son of heaven, and he has good luck and no setbacks. After a lot of hardships and setbacks, his body and mind have collapsed. It should be noted that there are thousands of soul monks who only focus on cultivation, not on state of mind. Besides,

No matter how weak or courageous you are, you can still become a Martial Emperor as long as you cultivate enough.

Therefore, except for the more indifferent psychological problems, the mentality of soul monks is actually not much different from that of ordinary people. They may be strong, cowardly, cunning, or reckless, and all the conditions in the world and human nature are the same.

"I'm not a weakling!"

Xiao Qingchen's tears were still wet, and he roared angrily: "You are not like me, who lost an arm, was severely injured and has never healed, and was abandoned by others, how could you understand my sorrow!"

Not only did Zuo Wuzhou not look back, he didn't even pause in his footsteps, and his voice was empty: "Whether you are or not is none of my business. I saved your life and got what I wanted. The world is big, let you take care of yourself.

Destroy."

Watching the battle that day, it was hard to imagine that Xiao Qingchen, who was both good-looking and elegant, could actually be so weak. Zuo Wuzhou sighed in his heart that a person cannot be judged by his appearance, and he had no other thoughts.

"I'm not a weakling!" Xiao Qingchen rushed towards him, blocked Zuo Danzhou's path, and roared ferociously.

"No!" Yasha secretly shouted, Zuo Wuzhou raised his hand coldly, and Xiao Qingchen flew away like a shooting star.

"You can't even bear a small setback, so you give up on yourself. This is nothing if not weak." Zuo Wuzhou thought to himself.

After a few episodes, he looked stern: "You're still coming!"

"I'm not a weakling!" Xiao Qingchen rushed over like crazy, howled and was blown away again.

Xiao Qingchen was blown away again and again, and rushed over again and again, saying to Zuo Wuzhou: "I am not a weakling."

The tragedy of his appearance and the strength of his ambition really moved Yaksha's countenance and moved him to a trace of compassion.

Seeing this, Zuo Wuzhou thought: "It seems that this person is not spineless, nor is he hopeless. It's just that he has never had any setbacks, and one setback has worn away his spirit."

When Xiao Qingchen rushed towards him with blood on his face and screamed, Zuo Wuzhou did not blow him away this time, but strangled his neck with his big hands and looked at him coldly: "Are you dead?"

Xiao Qingchen was so angry that he roared: "I'm not dead, so what!"

"If you are not dead, just come back from cultivation and take revenge. Zuo Wuzhou's voice is like a voice from hell: "Even if you die, you will drag your enemies to die together."

"If your right arm is broken, you still have your left arm. If your left arm is broken, you still have your legs. If your legs are gone, you still have your teeth. If your teeth are gone, you still have your soul."

The words are like the sound of sonorous metal and stone, and they fall on Xiao Qingchen's heart, deafening and vibrating.

"After a small setback, I give up on myself and blame others. What kind of man is he? His mother-in-law and mother cry and cry, and they are not as good as women." Zuo Wuzhou suddenly thought of Ji Xiaomo. This woman was indeed the strongest and indomitable woman he had ever seen in his life.

An example of a man who wins the world: "No matter good or bad times, you should be able to fall but also be able to climb up."

"You only think that your cultivation level has been greatly reduced, you only think that your strength cannot be used to the fullest, and you only think that your arm is broken and severely damaged. But have you ever thought that even if your strength is greatly damaged, your cultivation level is still there, at least you still have a martial master.

Fighting power. There are many people in the world who will never have access to the soul path in their entire lives."

"It doesn't matter if you have a broken arm, or if you suffer serious damage. As a human being and as a soul, you should have the perseverance and determination to crawl back even if you die in hell."

Zuo Wuzhou's voice is as solid as steel, and every word is as stubborn as iron: "The path of soul cultivation is full of setbacks and defeats. If you can't survive a single setback, you are not a weakling or a coward, so what are you! If you can't stand firm, you will be strong."

How can you seek the truth with your mind? How can you become steel if it is not tempered thousands of times?"

Only now did Yasha know something about Zuo Wuzhou's inner thoughts, and he muttered in a daze: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."

Xiao Qingchen, who was born in Anle, is similar to many people who have a smooth life. He looks gorgeous, but is actually as fragile as a vase. It was just a big setback that destroyed his self-confidence and spirit, and he even refused to admit that he was the handsome and elegant husband back then.

, it can be seen.

Xiao Qingchen gave up on himself, but there was still a fire and a trace of fighting spirit in his heart and bones.

Although Zuo Wuzhou was unintentional, every word he spoke was a sonorous one, and every word was heart-wrenching, peeling off the layer of scars and rotten flesh. Although it was extremely painful for a moment, it was a wake-up call that made Xiao Qingchen feel like he was awakening to receive enlightenment.

My heart ached, and the color suddenly became clear and changed: "I" I understand, I want to become stronger, I want revenge!"

For Xiao Qingchen, this is nothing more than a cycle from life to death, and from death to life!

Peilong, Fengtian, Jiuya, Tianluo, etc., envoys from various countries arrived in Sanmiao City one after another.

There are actually quite a few sectarians who come and go with us, including Wu Jun and Wu Zun. Even those families who dared to walk around in Sanmiao City in the past, this time they all trembled and sternly told them that they were strictly prohibited from doing so in their homes.

If a disciple causes trouble outside, try not to go out.

Some dandy boys from aristocratic families were neatly tied up in chains. They simply said: "I'll let you out after your husband's meeting."

Everywhere the Husbands' Meeting is held every thirty years, a huge number of soul monks are bound to gather. In the past, the ninth grade soul monks who were so powerful were not even qualified to be an ant among these soul monks.

In fact, it's just one moment, another moment. How can a well-established family dare to let their children go out and mess around. Don't look at the people coming and going in Sanmiao City. Many people are not amazing in appearance, but they may be a Soul Martial Lord at any time. If it is true

Allowing the children in the family to hit this iron plate is a dead end for being uprooted.

Nowadays, there is really a luxurious and huge lineup of soul monks hidden in Sanmiao City. No one knows who is the Martial Lord and who is the Martial Lord, whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, whether he is irritable or gentle, whether he is moody or soft-hearted.

.After all, when you see a stranger, you should hold on to your heart. That is the way to survive.

Envoys from the eight major countries came to Sanmiao City one after another. The last one came were two husbands and about twenty great lords. The largest number was Jiuya, where six great Martial Lords and more than 30 Martial Lords came.

Counting carefully, there are about twenty or thirty husbands from the Nine Kingdoms gathered in Sanmiao City. These are still husbands from the Nine Kingdoms. It should be noted that there are also husbands from various sects in the Ronghe area.

There are only more husbands.

There are no less than fifty or sixty husbands alone. Not to mention the Martial Emperor. The most important thing is that no one knows whether there is a Martial Emperor coming.

The civilians in Sanmiao City were trembling with fear. They always felt that they were sitting in the crater of a volcano. If a fight started, even ten Sanmiao cities would be destroyed at any time.

That kind of feeling is a torment that is worse than death.

"He didn't explain? He didn't say when he would come back?"

Not only did Xilin Zhengyi not know, but Zuo Wuwan, his own younger brother, didn't know the whereabouts of his second brother. Zhang Dongtian had no choice but to feel nervous: "Is he really so seriously injured?"

Shi Lin smiled bitterly: "If Master Zuo doesn't come back, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this situation. Then Xiangguo Sha sent people a few days ago to take Master Lin Zhengge back. How can I dare to agree?"

During the battle in the ring, thirty people died one after another. Sha Xiangguo was lucky, none of the other two great lords died. Taking advantage of Zuo Wuzhou'er, he wanted to take the captured Lin Zhengge back. At first, he relied on

"I want a lamp," he prevaricated.

However, when Sha Xiangguo saw that Zuo Wuzhou had not returned, he gradually became more courageous and sent people to urge him in the past few days. Shi Lin was promoted by taking medicine, and he is weak among the martial masters. He has made a new breakthrough. If something happens, how can he stop it?
To be continued...