Ao Feng is ancient, and the shining character of Poria is a little dim.

One mountain does not tolerate two tigers, and under the repeated invitation of the Phoenix Clan's Holy Courtyard, His Royal Highness, the most outstanding prince of the Elf Clan in the past century, this genius who was hand-picked by the Phoenix Lord to say "Mo Shangren is like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world" cross mantra, finally embarked on the road to the Phoenix Clan's Holy Courtyard.

He was taken out of the forest by Qu Ni Ma, and was "delayed" in the martial arts academy for more than a month, and finally got into Qu Ni Ma's carriage.

Qu Niyan smiled: "Don't worry, the Phoenix Clan Holy Courtyard has a strength that you can't believe, just a few Martial Emperor Star Paintings." ”

"I'll kill that guy!"

"As long as you have that potential, it's still no problem for the Phoenix Clan to get rid of the fiancé of a low-grade saint, but if you don't have that potential, the Phoenix Clan will not offend the Martial Arts Alliance for you. ”

"I'll prove it to you. ”

Twisting and turning, he still couldn't get rid of his fate. For him, losing to Ao Fenggu for the first time has far exceeded his expectations. The second fiasco not only hit his self-confidence, but also made him no longer have any face to stay in the martial arts.

It's just that there is one more enemy in his fate.

In the Kyushu world, the only one who can compete with the behemoth of the Warrior Alliance is the Phoenix Clan.

The only one that can fight against the Martial Academy is the Phoenix Clan's Holy Academy.

If he wants to wash away his shame, the Holy House is his only choice.

Poria lowered the curtain, and her originally handsome face showed a look of haggard and unwillingness.

Qu Ni shook the reins, and the carriage sped on the official road, splashing all the way.

On the same day, at nightfall, Qinghe Country, Surabaya County.

Outside the old mansion of the Zhang family, nearly a thousand black-armored knights surrounded this big mansion that occupied half a street, and the iron armor was strong, and the swords flashed with a breathtaking cold light.

The black-armored knights, who had drawn their long knives, swarmed in, stomping on the half-human-high threshold.

A moment later, the clashing of blades and the dull sound of knives entering flesh rang out, and it was not long before wailing, scolding, and begging for mercy rang out.

A human head rolled behind the threshold, it was the second son of the Zhang family, staring wide-eyed and dazed.

A black-armored sergeant hurriedly ran over, picked up the bloody head, and left two lines of bloody footprints on the ground, and soon, thick blood flowed over and covered the footprints.

A scream sounded, and several figures flew out of the courtyard, and immediately a strong man hidden around met him.

It didn't take long for the Zhang family to be beheaded on the spot.

Until this time, the captain of the leader strode into the old mansion of the Zhang family, and the hot blood in the yard was still over the instep.

In the middle of the courtyard were more than 100 human heads piled up like a hill.

A black-armored sergeant stepped forward and said, "Report to Captain Song, except for the Zhang family's claim for the Liu family, there are one hundred and eighty-two people in the Zhang family's old house, all of whom are here." ”

One hundred and eighty-two human heads, including men, women, old people, and young children, constitute a bloody landscape.

The man known as Captain Song nodded and said, "Bring Zhang Liu here." ”

"Yes!" the sergeant turned and walked into the inner courtyard, and soon dragged an old woman out.

The old woman's face was pale, her whole body trembled, and she shouted, "Who the hell are you?! Why do you want to kill my Zhang family?!"

Captain Song took off his helmet and revealed an indifferent face, "Captain Tiefutu, Song Yiming." ”

"Iron ...... Tiefutu ......" The old woman's eyes were frightened, "My Zhang family has no grievances with you, why do you want to do something to my Zhang family!"

Song Yiming said indifferently: "I'm just obeying military orders." With a wave of his hand, the black-armored sergeant drew his long knife, cut off the old woman's head, and threw it into the landscape.

A moment later, a young man who looked like a scholar appeared next to Song Yiming and handed over a wooden box.

Song Yiming took the wooden box and opened it, and there was a human head inside.

It was the Emperor who broke through the realm and entered the human emperor and chased Ao Fenggu to the gate of the martial arts academy to worship Zhangjiada.

The scholar said softly: "It's hard work Captain Song." ”

"Just do what you are told. Song Yiming threw the head of the big offering into the landscape, the sergeant poured oil on it, Song Yiming took a torch and threw it in, the fire burned, and soon the smell of burning came out.

Song Yiming was about to say something, but the scholar opened his mouth and said: "The Zhang family's side lineage is handled by the other three major families, and Captain Song doesn't have to worry about it." ”

Song Yiming felt an unbearable chill in his heart.

The person in front of him did not show up from beginning to end, but he was secretly leading the way, and with a few words, he was able to stir up the overall situation of the Qinghe Country, and finally uproot the Zhang family.

After being silent for a long time, Song Yiming asked, "I don't know what to ask, I don't know if to ask." ”

The scholar said, "Please speak." ”

Song Yiming said: "Why do you want to deal with the Zhang family, is it just because of Ao Fenggu?"

The scholar was silent for a moment, and the fire burning on his face shone on his face, "It can be regarded as a meeting gift for my junior brother." ”

The corners of Song Yiming's mouth twitched.

The scholar said again: "Someone bullied him, and I, who is a senior brother, can't say anything if I don't help him." ”

"But it's obvious that Ao Fenggu killed the old lady Zhang and the eldest son of the Zhang family for no reason. Song Yiming couldn't help but say.

The scholar said: "So what? He is my little junior brother, and he is also my teacher's closed disciple, just killing two people, so why should you chase him and fight him?"

Song Yiming didn't know what to say, thinking that your martial arts academy was too unreasonable, not to mention killing other people's family heads and eldest sons for no reason, and not letting others beat you, and finally even uprooting the entire Zhang family.

It's too overbearing.

This young general, who rolled over from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain with the Tiefu Tu's conquest of the Quartet, subconsciously moved to the side.

This seemingly weak scholar is like a poisonous snake that kills people without seeing blood, giving him an extremely dangerous feeling.

"After the Battle of the Valley of the Gods, your father wanted to pull the little junior brother into the Tiefu Tu and pass on the mantle to him, which shows that General Song's eyesight is still good, so," the scholar turned his head to look at the young general beside him, "General Song, do you want to go further?"

Song Pengzu holds the strongest combat power of the Qinghe Country, Tiefutu, and is already a supreme minister, and if he goes further, he can only usurp power and seize the throne.

A flash of excitement flashed in Song Yiming's eyes, but it quickly disappeared, "Sir, you laughed." ”

The scholar asked, "What about you? I owe you a favor, and if you want this Qinghe country, it will not be difficult." ”

Song Yiming's face immediately sank: "Yiming is just a soldier, this kind of rebellious words, please don't talk about it again!"

The scholar said lightly: "It's a joke." As he spoke, he turned around and walked out of the Zhang family's old house.

Song Yiming watched the scholar leave, and after a long time, even if the fire was soaring behind him, he only felt like falling into an ice cave.

The man, who was destined to inherit the Iron Float in the future, waved his hand and ordered, "Burn." ”

The black-armored sergeants threw out torches one after another, and soon, the Zhang family's old house turned into a sea of fire.

Song Yiming turned over and shouted, "Return to the camp!"

The black-armored knights, like a black tide, rushed out of the city.

The young general looked at the night sky, what he didn't know was that the scholar's words were like a seed piercing into his heart.

The young scholar named Gloomy Son slowly disappeared into the darkness in the direction of Emperor Wu Mountain.

(End of chapter)