The strong enemy is current, but Zhao Hongxiang still has that scene of the past in his mind.

It was a late autumn night sixteen years ago.

Heavy rain poured down, lightning and thunder.

"Little cub, look at it, your daughter-in-law is cute ......"

Qin Buqun held Qin Liang, who was holding a tiger's head in one hand, and brought him to the side of a newborn and dying premature baby girl.

The baby girl is angry, her whole little face is wrinkled, there is no blood, like a little monkey, where is it good-looking.

Beside the baby girl, there was also a burly and tired figure, with tears in his eyes, dragging a broken heavy sword, and the armor on his body was also broken.

This person is Zhao Tiande.

Qin Liang looked at the crumpled little baby girl in front of him and wanted to shake his head, but his father's rough hand pinched his neck and nodded up and down.

"Right...... You also think it's cute, and when you grow up in the future, you must be the most beautiful girl in the world, stinky boy, you make a lot of money!"

Qin Buqun laughed dryly, but his voice became a little choked: "But such a good girl is going to die...... Only you can save your precious daughter-in-law, will you save it or not?"

“...... Save?!"

Qin Liang was ignorant, he was picked up by his father in his sleep, and he was still in a daze at this time, but when he heard his father's words, he finally understood what his father wanted to express.

“...... Good boy, worthy of being my Qin Buqun's good son!" Qin Buqun raised his head and laughed.

"Brother Qin, don't!"

Zhao Tiande stretched out his hand to rob Qin Liang and prevent Qin Buqun from doing such a shocking thing.

"Xiaoliang's future is limitless...... Brother Qin, don't ruin the future of the Qingshan Sect!"

"Brother Zhao, the future of the Qingshan Sect is borne by the people of the Qingshan Sect! How can it be my son's daughter-in-law who matters! This is not your family's business! You are injured, rest in peace for the time being! When your injuries are healed, let's go to Zhongtu City together and bring our younger brothers and sisters back!"

Qin Buqun slapped Zhao Tiande on the forehead with one hand, and Zhao Tiande lay on the ground softly.

"Good son, bear with me, it hurts a little!"

Qin Buqun's voice trembled slightly, he pressed his hand on Qin Liang's heart, turned his finger into a sword, and gently cut it at the heart!

......

Since the age of ten, whenever Zhao Tiande has time, he will repeatedly tell Zhao Hongxiang what happened that night, telling her how heroically her fiancé, who has been bullied by her since childhood, saved her life and paid a great price.

That night, the sect master of the Qingshan Sect cut out the body of the innate spiritual root of Nanzhan Buzhou once in ten thousand years, Qin Liang's spiritual root, to extend the life of Zhao Hongxiang, who was born prematurely.

Later, Taiyi Immortal Master took a fancy to Zhao Hongxiang's spirituality and brought her to the Linglong Sect to practice, the Linglong Sect had one more genius girl, but the Qingshan Sect had one more waste material that was looked down upon.

There may be hatred for no reason, but there is never love for no reason.

From Zhao Tiande to Zhao Hong's makeup, he has a fascination with Qin Liang, that's it.

Zhao Hongxiang couldn't tolerate anyone humiliating Qin Liang.

And Mo Qingchen ......

Zhao Hongxiang's eyes were full of anger.

Mo Qingchen ...... I'll show you the power of my husband's innate spiritual root!"

"Zephyr!"

With Zhao Hong's makeup snorting softly, the spear west wind suddenly exploded into a cloud of glass light, and Zhao Hong's makeup's spiritual power exploded to the realm of true immortals in an instant, and in a breath's time, from a true immortal to a human immortal!

"How is that possible!"

Mo Qingchen cried out in a lost voice.

The hateful words he and Zhao Hongxiang said in their hearts were all condensed into a line, and only Zhao Hongxiang could hear it.

But Zhao Hong's words were urged by spiritual power, and the voice resounded throughout the General's Mansion.

was exposed to his name by Zhao Hong, and Mo Qingchen felt bad in his heart. Although some masters arranged a formation to isolate the voice of the General's Mansion, he was worried about being heard by someone who cared about it.

Once his identity is revealed, not only will the Great Zhou Immortal Dynasty and Qingshan Sect not be able to spare him, but the Linglong Sect will also clean up the portal!

It's just that for now, this worry is unnecessary.

Zhao Hong's spiritual power exploded, and he instantly improved two realms.

Zhao Hongxiang's original combat power was not inferior to him, if it hadn't been for the breakthrough in the past few months, he would not necessarily be Zhao Hongxiang's opponent.

But at this time, the realm that Zhao Hong's makeup has improved is enough to crush Mo Qingchen!

Mo Qingchen was even more worried that he would be killed on the spot by Zhao Hongxiang!

"Town!"

Mo Qingchen let out a low roar, and a delicate jade pagoda appeared behind him.

This jade pagoda is one of the capitals that the people behind the scenes bought him. In addition, his hatred for Qin Liang and Zhao Hongxiang was unquenchable, and after getting the benefits, he joined the strangulation of the General's Mansion.

"Zhenshan Tower!"

Zhao Hongxiang saw the phantom of the spiritual weapon that appeared behind Mo Qingchen, and broke the name of this jade pagoda with a single sound.

"It turned out that Concubine Ye was behind the scenes!"

When Ye Cong was in turmoil, he tried to use this Zhenshan Tower to suppress the Zhenxi Army.

After Ye Cong's death, this jade pagoda was sent back to Wangji, and it is said that the thing was taken as Ye Cong's relics and sent to Concubine Ye.

Now that Mo Qingchen took out the Zhenshan Tower, Zhao Hongxiang naturally guessed who was behind the scenes tonight.

"The cultivators on the mountain are willing to be lackeys for the harem concubines!"

Zhao Hongxiang felt a little more contempt for Mo Qingchen in her heart. Regardless of Mo Qingchen's intentions, his appearance with Concubine Ye's assassin was enough to make Zhao Hongxiang despise him enough.

The momentum of Zhenshan Tower fell, and Zhao Hongxiang felt that the operation of spiritual power was a little sluggish.

But after all, she couldn't stop her momentum!

"Death!"

The spear stabbed on the pagoda, and the suppressive power of the Zhenshan Pagoda suddenly stopped.

"Break it for me!"

Zhao Hong's makeup didn't even change her tricks, and the spear was still facing forward!

"Click!"

There were several cracks in Zhenshan Tower that were visible to the naked eye!

"How is that possible?"

Mo Qingchen was almost unstable. This is a superb spiritual weapon, when it is used in military battles, it even has the effect equivalent to an artifact, but the power of Zhenshan Tower, it can't suppress Zhao Hongjiao's spiritual power, and even Zhenshan Tower itself can't withstand Zhao Hongxiang's attack, it's incredible!

"Could it be that Concubine Ye gave me ...... Is it a fake Zhenshan Tower?"

Mo Qingchen even had such a conjecture in his heart.

"Eat me with a sword!"

It's just that at this time, Mo Qingchen didn't have time to feel sorry for Zhenshan Tower, and he slashed out a sword with all his might.

He knew very well that he couldn't kill Zhao Hongxiang and Qin Liang like a cat playing with a mouse. If he doesn't grasp the opportunity well, he has a high chance of being killed by Zhao Hongxiang.

The situation reversed so quickly, Mo Qingchen himself couldn't believe it.

"What kind of innate spiritual root, there is nothing at all! It is clearly a lie woven by this slut for that waste......

Mo Qingchen was furious in his heart.

"Evil spirits!"

The higher the anger in his heart, the more fierce Mo Qingchen's sword intent became, and he used his strongest sword!

"Demon Punishment!"

Zhao Hongxiang used a spear as a sword, and also used an extremely powerful move from the Linglong Sect.

"Poof......

Under the impact of the spiritual power of the two, the Zhenshan Tower turned into powder.

"Brush!"

The door of the mansion behind Zhao Hong's makeup instantly shattered, and the fierce sword qi even plowed a deep ditch on the street.

"Poof!"

And the west wind was nailed to Mo Qingchen's heart, and the spear was no longer behind his back!

"How is that possible?!"

Mo Qingchen looked at Zhao Hong's makeup, which was bleeding from the corner of his lips, and then looked down at the spear that ran through his body, looking incredulous.