Chapter 910: The Lord of the Sword Sect Wishes Nine Spirits!

Du Yuchan shook her head and sighed, stretched out her hand to brush the tears on Liu Fu's face, "Xu'er, among my nine disciples, only you, Zheng'er, and Ming'er are the only ones who want to be more spiritual, but it's a pity that Zheng'er has that incident, and Ming'er is obsessed with medicine, and you are the only one who can provoke the beam." ”

"Master, I'm ......" Liu Wu's words were a little choked.

"Penglai Continent, except for those small sects and small factions, there are also three factions competing with me, and the three factions have a heritage of 10,000 years, and their status is difficult to shake. Although our three factions are harmonious and friendly on the surface, they do not offend each other, but secretly they are also constantly fighting, the Valley of Hundred Flowers has been in decline in recent years, in this regard, the teacher also feels powerless, the predecessors of the valley, most of them are scattered in the wilderness to retreat, unless it is the life and death moment when the sect destroys the valley, they will not appear. In the future, everything will depend on you, and as a teacher, I only hope that you can fulfill your unfulfilled wish as a teacher, and let Baihua Valley truly shine. Du Yuchan said.

"Yes, Master, the disciple will definitely magnify the Valley of Hundred Flowers......" Liu Wu whimpered, and then she couldn't cry anymore.

"Okay, you go busily, let the teacher be quiet, what I said to you just now, don't tell your sisters and sisters, lest they come to disturb the teacher again!" Du Yuchan waved her hand, looking a little tired.

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Ten days later, Qingyun Mountain, Taishang Sword Sect.

A golden sword light, like a falling meteor, pierced the sky at an extremely fast speed, and landed in front of the Qingyun Main Peak Immortal Monarch Palace, and the two people were shown in the sword light, it was Zhang Jiudong and Lu Yuzhu.

"Poof~"

Jumping off the streamer flying sword in embarrassment, Zhang Jiudong stumbled and almost fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, and he directly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Brother Dong!" Lu Yuzhu also looked tired, and hurriedly supported Zhang Jiudong.

"I'm fine!" Zhang Jiudong waved his hand, wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth with the corner of his clothes, and then spit out a mouthful of blood with a snort.

"Huh!? Uncle Zhang? What are you? In front of the Immortal Monarch Palace, a disciple saw Zhang Jiudong who was so embarrassed, and hurriedly ran down from the stone stairs.

"Brother Palm can be in the hall?" Zhang Jiudong kept coughing, unable to speak, Lu Yuzhu hurriedly asked the disciple while supporting Zhang Jiudong.

"The real person in charge of the sect has just finished discussing with the master of Zhufeng Peak, and he went back to the backyard, and the disciple immediately reported to his uncle!" Seeing that the two of them were so embarrassed, Zhang Jiudong still vomited blood, and the disciple also knew that they must have encountered something big, so he hurriedly said something and hurried to the apse.

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Immortal Monarch Palace.

"Senior Brother Zhang, didn't you go to the Valley of Hundred Flowers? What's going on? Zhu Jiu Ling was passed on, and hurried to the Xianjun Palace, and when he saw Zhang Jiudong's dead face, he was also startled, and hurriedly took out a three-turn golden pill and fed Zhang Jiudong to take it.

Zhu Jiuling, two hundred and sixty-five years old, the Taishang Sword Sect is in charge of the real person, the initial realm of the martial arts Jindan, which is decades earlier than Zhang Jiudong, and his skills are even more profound than him, and he is expected to break through to the middle stage of the martial arts Jindan in recent years and enter the Laojun Mountain to cultivate. The person is slightly thin, looks like he is sixty or seventy years old, wearing an apricot-colored Tai Chi Taoist robe, and his gray goatee hangs down to his chest.

"Senior Brother Boss, we were attacked when we came back!" Lu Yuzhu split her head, no longer had the majesty of the past, turned her head to look at Zhang Jiudong, and her words were very sad.

"Who dares to attack you, it is the person from the Valley of Hundred Flowers?" Zhu Jiuling frowned deeply, he knew that Zhang Jiudong's family of three went to the Valley of Hundred Flowers, and he had the ability to hurt Zhang Jiudong like this, except for some hidden masters, only the Valley of Hundred Flowers could do it.

Lu Yuzhu shook her head, "We were attacked outside the sphere of influence of Baihua Valley, that person turned into Cheng Er's appearance and attacked us, we don't know our true identity, whether it was done by Baihua Valley, and the little sister didn't dare to say anything." ”

"Oh? ~~" Zhu Jiuling pondered for a moment and said, "By the way, why don't you see Cheng'er, aren't you the three of you going?" ”

"Cheng'er, Cheng'er, he ......" As soon as Zhang Cheng was mentioned, Lu Yuzhu's eyes immediately moistened, and his face was full of tangled hatred, "Cheng'er, he was killed by that person's sneak attack, and his body fell into the sea of fire and turned into ashes." Originally, Brother Dong had already used his magic power to trap that person, but I waited with Brother Dong for three days, and I don't know where that person found a powerful bull demon and severely injured Brother Dong, Brother Dong used his sword light and blood shadow, almost exhausted the essence yuan, and only then took me to escape! ”

"Uh...... Let's mourn on my sister's day! Zhu Jiuling heard that Zhang Cheng was dead, and his eyes were also dark, after all, Zhang Cheng was also his descendant, but after thinking about it, it was good to be dead, even if he didn't die, sooner or later he would be peeled off by Master Yuwen Tianxing, so if he died, he would save the pain of collecting the flesh and skin.

Lu Yuzhu nodded weakly, these days she has already cried dry tears, the pain of losing a child, mourning is greater than heart death, she can't cry if she wants to cry, these days, she often asks herself in her heart, if she hadn't spoiled Zhang Cheng so much, maybe today's incident wouldn't have happened, but unfortunately it was too late, Zhang Cheng was dead, and there was not even a little relic left.

After a long silence, Zhu Jiu Ling said, "Senior sister, you said that you were attacked by a bull demon, but you accidentally broke into the sphere of influence of a powerful existence in the wasteland?" ”

Lu Yuzhu shook his head, "Senior brother, that bull demon is so strong, showing its original form, it is more than a hundred zhang high, Brother Dong's Luan Mountain Seal can't suppress him, looking at its momentum, I'm afraid it's already above my father, and that bull demon actually called the person who attacked us master!" As he spoke, Lu Yuzhu's eyes suddenly brightened, "By the way, that person has the Fahai Golden Bowl in his hand, and he is undoubtedly the person we are looking for." ”

When Zhu Jiuling heard this, his brows furrowed deeply, and he was about to ask carefully, but the door of the hall opened, and two old men with long beards and white hair came in one after the other.

"Disciples, see Master, Uncle!" Seeing these two old men, Zhu Jiuling's brows instantly relaxed, and he bowed to the two.

The old man in front of him walked with a tiger, and his face was full of majesty, and that kind of bearing, when people saw it, they couldn't help but retreat. The old man in the back was a little rickety, thin, with very prominent cheekbones, and he looked like a kind eyebrow.

"Daddy!"

Lu Yuzhu suddenly turned around when she heard this, and when she saw the kind old man, she immediately pounced, like a child who had been bullied and suddenly saw her parents.

"Pearl, what's going on?" The old man with towering cheekbones was Lu Yuzhu's father, Lu Tianweng, and when he saw his daughter and son-in-law like this, he couldn't help frowning.

"Dad, Cheng'er, he was killed!" Lu Yuzhu wailed and cried, and the tears that had been dried broke the embankment again.

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