Chapter 16: Leaving the Blade Hall to Make Trouble?

Thundered......

A roar sounded in Ran Yue's heart, and when this sentence was said, Ran Yue looked up at Zhou Zihao, feeling that this was still the Zhou Zihao she knew?

Seriously, it turned out that she realized that she didn't know anything about this person. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

However, Zhou Zihao can always do something amazing, and this is where his charm lies.

Bai Rusong, the leader of the Zhengmeng Alliance, pursued Dye Yue, but to put it bluntly, Dye Yue looked down on Bai Rusong at all.

For so many years, Bai Rusong has sat on the first throne in the world, but he has never been able to help the Cult of the Evil God, and the Cult of the Evil God is just a small shrimp compared to the vast Zhengmeng.

People have always said that Bai Rusong is a genius who meets once in 10,000 years, and when he sees the dyed moon, his face is confused.

Moreover, Bai Rusong has not shown any talent from beginning to end, if it is really strong, can the Cult of the Evil God still support it until now?

Therefore, no matter how powerful and powerful this Bai Rusong is rumored by the outside world, it will not be recognized by Dye Yue.

On the contrary, Zhou Zihao has always appeared by his side as a little minion, facing Zhengmeng, he has turned danger into danger many times, and what he shows is amazing.

Winning more with less, defeating the strong with the weak, his talent is revealed all the time.

In particular, Zhou Zihao's cultivation growth can be described as fast, I am afraid that he will change after not seeing him for a few days, from the first time he saw Zhou Zihao, he was still an ordinary person who did not open up the second pulse of Ren Du, to now, more than a month, he has reached the high martial realm!

One month!

This is something that even the legendary Divine Sword Emperor can't do.

However, it did happen to him, Zhou Zihao, a mysterious boy, a man who broke the spell and was able to clench his fists with his bare hands to oppose evil, and was chosen by fate!

So.

Compared with Bai Rusong, Zhou Zihao has an inexplicable attraction to Dye Yue.

Zhou Zihao smiled and said, "Okay, I have to go first." ā€

Ran Yue was so engrossed that she saw Zhou Zihao turn around and leave, wanting to speak, but she didn't know what to say.

Zhou Zihao paused and said, "What?

Dye Yue was stunned and sighed: "It's nothing, you can go." ā€

Hehe, this expression, Zhou Zihao seems familiar.

Brother Ma once showed such a look, although people and animals cannot be compared.

However, Zhou Zihao is such a strange thing, and he guessed correctly.

He came to Ran Yue, grabbed his small waist, and said with a wicked smile: "What, you can't bear me?"

"It's not!" Ran Yue pushed him away angrily, and said angrily, "Against me, I'm still angry with you." ā€

You can't pretend to be like this, Zhou Zihao knows the temper of the moon best, and now what is written on her face is clearly tsundere, okay.

The mouth says no, but the body is very honest.

Zhou Zihao didn't know where he got the courage, maybe it was because he had compromised with the moon before, which made Zhou Zihao feel that there was an opportunity.

Kissed it directly.

The lips touched.

A small flame ignited between the two.

"You stinky boy, do you have a crush on me?" Dye Yue stared at him directly, with a look of secret that was difficult to hide.

Zhou Zihao smiled bitterly: "Who made you so beautiful, I am an ordinary person, and when I meet a beautiful woman, I will naturally be attracted." ā€

It means that when you meet a more beautiful girl in the future, this week Zihao has the same attitude as now?

Suddenly.

Dye Yue was not angry, and scolded with a smile: "Get out of here." ā€

Zhou Zihao smiled, and left the evil palace when he got a bargain.

This is the feeling that Ran Moon gives to anyone, making people look at it and fall in love with her for no reason.

Zhou Zihao is the same, it was at the moment when the eyes of the two sides touched that he fell in love with Dye Yue.

This kind of love can't be resisted or stopped, and any man seems to be irresistible in front of Dye Yue.

A small flame was lit between the two of them, and the fire was relatively weak, but when it was strong, no one could extinguish it.

Feelings either don't come, or they come to the lips as soon as they come, which is really incredible.

Actually, Zhou Zihao didn't understand, and Dye Yue herself didn't understand, and suddenly he had this feeling, which was unexpected.

The first battle with the Orthodox Alliance was over, and the Cult of the Evil God was victorious, but with heavy casualties.

During this time, the cult of the evil god mainly gathered all the people, inside the temple of the evil god.

At this time, the main hall was brightly lit and bright, and the hall masters led the disciples into the interior and sat down in a place belonging to their own hall.

This is the first time Zhou Zihao has seen the plenary meeting.

Blood walked in front, and behind him were Zhou Zihao, the three of them, the black wind and the greedy wolf.

As soon as they entered, they were greeted by the eyes of all the staff.

Especially Zhou Zihao, his performance is impressive.

Some of the sister monks saw Zhou Zihao's calm eyes, and their whole body revealed a strange aura of evil and demon, and the whole person looked extremely handsome, and the red brocade cloth set off his extraordinary figure, and the momentum faintly had a posture of transcending blood and no return.

Those girls who admired Zhou Zihao screamed again and again.

Zhou Zihao looked confused, he didn't expect that after he became famous in the Nine Palaces, he was now in such a situation in the sect.

Black Wind grinned and said, "Brother Zihao, you see those disciples are looking at you. ā€

The greedy wolf's little face turned red and said embarrassedly: "A lot of women like it...... Brother Zihao. ā€

"Ahem, don't talk nonsense. Zhou Zihao pretended to be serious at this time, but in fact, his heart blossomed.

Except for the red-clothed guards, the rest of the people were present, and there were few people in the Blood Blade Hall, only four people, but no one dared to underestimate the current Blood Blade Hall, of course, except for the Leaving Blade Hall.

They defended the position of the Blood Blade Hall with their blood.

Today's Blood Blade Hall is the smallest hall in history, but there is a faint posture that wants to surpass the first hall and leave the Blade Hall.

Sitting in the first row of the Evil God Temple were the Bloody Blade Hall and the Leaving Blade Hall disciples.

The hall master of the Leaving Blade Hall, leaving the sect hated to come to see the blood and not returning, so he hurriedly came over to start.

With enthusiasm on his face, he stretched out his hand and shook it, and said politely: "Brother Wugui, now your Blood Blade Hall can be described as shining." ā€

The smile of the detached hatred is extremely unnatural and makes people feel uncomfortable.

"We just did our best. "Blood Wugui knows that he has bad intentions and hatred, and he should want to mock them, so he must be humble.

Lizong hated that blood was not returned to brothers, and blood was self-surrendered and modest, and the hatred of leaving the sect was called the hall master, which means that it was a concession.

Lizong hated, smiled slightly, and said: "Brother Wugui, the battle the day before yesterday, the defeat of the ninefold, the greatest credit, must belong to your Blood Blade Hall." ā€

Seeing that the blood has no return and the hatred of the sect to tout the Blood Blade Hall like this, it must be a plan, and the two sides did not know each other on the first day, and they already knew his intentions.

first touted it, and then found a subordinate to belittle the Blood Blade Hall next to him, and then Li Zonghe stood up and verbally taught this subordinate a lesson.

The routines are all familiar.

The number of people in the Blood Blade Hall is scarce, but they have repeatedly made meritorious contributions, and their momentum has faintly surpassed the first hall, so this makes the Lijian Hall, which is the first hall, very dissatisfied.

Since a long time ago, Lizong Hate has always liked to find trouble with the Blood Blade Hall, but because the things that the two halls are responsible for are different, and they rarely socialize, they don't give Lizong Hate too many opportunities to stir up trouble.

However, now that there is a plenary meeting, and the sect leader and the elders have not come, we have to seize the opportunity.

No, the blood has no return and hasn't said anything, a few disciples from the Blade Hall are pretending to whisper next to him, in fact, he is not meowing at all, he is simply deliberately saying it to the Blood Blade Hall.

"Hmph, if the Blood Blade Hall has made great contributions, then what is the Sharp Blade Hall?"

"That is, the members of the Blood Blade Hall are scarce and do not play a role in the war, and it is said that they need the protection of the Sharp Blade Hall to survive. ā€

"Alas, I've also heard that if it weren't for the protection of the hall master, none of the Blood Blade Hall would have come back today. ā€

"yes, yes. ā€

It's not the first time that blood has gone through this kind of thing, he smiled faintly, pretending not to hear, generally according to the next step, it is time for Lizong to stand up and defend the field, and ask those subordinates to come out and admit their mistakes.

However, the hatred of the Sect was unheard of, and he said with a smile: "Brother Wugui, your Blood Blade Hall is brave and brave in the world, comparable to the God of War, I am so impressed by the Leaving Blade Hall that I have thrown myself to the ground, and I will find an opportunity another day, we will preach to each other." ā€

To preach is to communicate skills, to learn from each other.

Lizong hated touting the Blood Blade Hall, and the disciples of the Liblade Hall belittled the Blood Blade Hall one by one in the back, which was a great irony.

I only heard that the disciples of the Blade Hall behind him were still whispering, constantly mocking the Blood Blade Hall.

Suddenly, the blood was a little unbearable.

was about to speak, but saw Zhou Zihao move first.

Ordinary people can bear it, but he can't bear it.

Zhou Zihao would never allow others to belittle the Blood Blade Hall.

He was in the Blood Blade Hall, fighting side by side, and he knew best that although his hall was small in number, they were all brave and good at fighting, like a god of war.

And the former comrades-in-arms Li Mingyi, Lie Immortal, and Zhao Chang died in the war, which made Zhou Zihao very sorry.

He would never allow others to belittle the Blood Blade Hall, because in the battle of the Nine Palaces, the Blood Blade Hall's contribution to this battle was by no means comparable to that of them who stayed in the Cult of the Evil God.

Degrading the Blood Blade Hall is equivalent to desecrating the soul of the dead.

You know, when they fell in a pool of blood, how unwilling they looked, you can imagine that if they could still stand up, they would definitely pick up their weapons and continue to fight, never backing down.

So, Zhou Zihao walked quickly to the disciples of the Leaving Blade Hall, and said with a cold expression: "Boy, now, immediately, immediately, immediately apologize to the Blood Blade Hall!"

The disciples looked at each other, and then looked at the sect master who hated the sect.

Lizong hated his expression indifferently and didn't care.

The disciples knew this, and then laughed evilly, "Let's apologize? Why?"

Zhou Zihao said: "Because you slandered our brothers who died in the Blood Blade Hall!"

"Hmph, we're telling the truth. ā€

"That's it, don't you think we're wrong?"

Immediately, the Sect Disciple of the Blade Hall burst out laughing.

"On the eve of the war, you stayed in the sect, you didn't understand the cruelty of the war at all, and you still had a face to say that I was in the Blood Blade Hall, my brother was bleeding, what are you doing?" Zhou Zihao said indignantly: "I'm afraid you haven't thought that a full ninety Evil God Sect masters went to attack the Nine Sect Palace, and now there are less than twenty brothers who have returned, right?"

Zhou Zihao's voice was so strong, but he was full of strength, and he could hear it in almost every corner of the Evil God Temple, and everyone looked at him.

Several of the congregants were stunned, and they looked at the hall master again.

I saw that Lizong's expression moved slightly, as if he was hinting at something.

Several disciples raised their confidence and confronted: "That's not about your Blood Blade Hall, the one that has caused the most damage is the famous red-clothed guards of my sect, as well as the elite Sharp Knife Hall, which has nothing to do with your Blood Blade Hall." ā€

The other Blade Hall disciples said one after another: "A full fifty good men from the Sharp Blade Hall went to the expedition, and the casualties were more than your Blood Blade Hall, how can you count this?"

"That's it, the number of you Blood Blade Hall is scarce, and it doesn't hurt to die so few. ā€

"The battle between good and evil, if you want not to die, it's simply impossible. ā€

When Zhou Zihao heard this, he couldn't control his violent temper, and directly punched out.

That disciple had already reacted, and they had come to the Blood Blade Hall to make trouble.

Seeing the attack coming, he directly moved up his body and dodged it.

Who knew that Zhou Zihao's punch was powerful and heavy, like a meteor blasting to the ground, a majestic energy spread, and the surrounding area was blown away by turbulence.

Punch away.

The man avoided the fist, but there was no way to avoid the fist, and the huge force knocked him several meters away, and fell a.

At this time, several Blade Hall disciples next to him rushed over one after another and surrounded Zhou Zihao.

Blood has no return, his eyebrows are tight, and he looks at the hatred of the sect.

And the hatred of the sect seems to be leisurely, and there is no intention to stop it at all.

Blood is not returning, he clenched his fists, thinking to himself, if the sect leader does not come, he will have to make a move, but now that the whole sect is here, once the fight starts, it will have a great impact on the sect.

He was about to leave, but found that Lizong hated the whole person standing in front of him, blocking the way......