Chapter Twenty-Five: Severed Fingers Engraved with Shame and Righteousness
Hua Qianmo's faint words landed, and at that moment her whole person exuded a fierce and powerful momentum, and her eyes were terrifying.
The martial arts people felt a chill in their hearts, and they all felt a kind of momentum: those who dare to violate the Tianya faction will die!
Is it really going to die here today?
Hua Qianmo stood in the wind, his clothes flying.
Xuanyuan Hao, Su Ziqian, Zuo Weining, and Wudang Yumo of the Tianya faction silently sanitized their left and right, and the Wudang friends and disciples of the Tianya faction accompanied him behind him.
"Today, each of you will leave the middle finger of your right hand, and those who do not stay will apologize for their sins with death, and those who stay will be exchanged for an antidote, and none of you will be allowed to step into my Tianya faction in this life!"
As soon as Hua Qianmo's words fell, they could hear the inhalation and sighing one after another, if they couldn't set foot in the Tianya Sect, they lost the opportunity to compete for the martial arts lord, they felt pity, and then regretted it.
"Why? What you say is what it is? "The thunderbolt hand Yao Wen asked in a vicious voice,
Everyone was also unconvinced, but no one dared to ask each other with such a vicious hatred as Yao Wen of the Thunderbolt, because they knew that they were awake.
Su Ziqian and Hua Qianmo had a heart at the moment, and Hua Qianmo gave Su Ziqian a look and immediately took action.
"Ahh With a shudder, Yao Wen's eyes widened and he fell to the ground, and there was an extra bloody hole in his chest.
Su Ziqian quickly swept back to Hua Qianmo's side, and there was a sharp aura around him that did not dare to sweep lightly!
"You don't deserve it! Your life is in my hands right now! ”
The clear eyes suddenly looked in the direction of Yao Wen, and the momentum of the strong man rushed to his face, making everyone's chests suffocate and want to retreat!
"Good spirit." Yu Mo, who had been silent, couldn't help but praise.
For a while, the mountain echoed one after another, who wants to die? Even if they can't compete to be the supreme martial arts themselves, their children and grandchildren can come to compete!
The entire Wudang faction in the mountains is cloudy and rainy, and the eldest grandson is in love, and there is a burly man with the eldest grandson and the rain in the middle, and the three of them are calm.
The eldest grandson Dielian looked at Hua Qianmo with shining eyes, she turned her head to the burly man next to her and boasted proudly: "Brother He, that's my apprentice!" ”
Yu Wenhe nodded, and said very sincerely: "The apprentice you taught will definitely not be bad." ”
Yun Yanyu's eyelids jumped, and he squinted at Yu Wenhe. He said secretly: Over the years, the preferences of butterfly love have changed, and now he likes this kind of man who likes to talk and pat on the back.
Yuwen He boasted: "Do not act against the true will of the heart, do not strive for glory, but there is great righteousness in the heart." ”
The eldest grandson Dielian is very pleased in her heart, although there is no difference between black and white in the child, although she hides her true nature in indifference on the surface, and disdains not to be a so-called good person and chivalrous, but she does believe in righteousness and evil in her heart.
Yu Wenhe stabbed: "How can you understand this? ”
Yun Yanyu's eyes looked straight ahead, no longer glancing at him, and dared to find guilt for himself.
Hua Qianmo no longer looked at these martial arts heroes, and explained that the people took them back to the Tianya Sect Alchemy Pavilion to wait for the severed fingers in exchange for the antidote.
Crazy Knife and Yu Gongzi chopped their fingers first to change the antidote and left without waiting for a full recovery, the rivers and lakes are still the same rivers and lakes, but they are no longer the rivers and lakes of the two of them.
The crowd struggled and followed, and soon they were gone.
A large number of severed fingers were left somewhere on the ground, with different lengths, thicknesses, sizes, black, white, yellow, brown and different colors, and the mountain wind blew tirelessly, and the rich smell of blood drifted away.
The sky was getting darker, but the lights were getting brighter and brighter, and the night was calm.