Later, because of the accidental killing of Qi Huaishan, Qi Ruoxuan died, and what was produced was remorse, and the state of chagrin almost made him feel painful, and his heart was full of single emotions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But now, he felt that he was no longer swayed by a single emotion, that he could mix hatred with joy, and that he could use dark means in the light of righteousness and light, and burst into thunder in silence, which was perhaps the normal state of a man of flesh and blood.

Looking at the disciples of the Flying Dragon Gate, the scene of collecting the corpses for the Tiger Gate in a panic strengthened Zhuo Yifan's thoughts.

Hundreds of people got busy, and soon the bodies were moved to a huge dirt pit, which was then covered with dirt, and the hundred-person pit was formed.

"Today, we have a vengeance. Now we have to bring back the gold and silver treasures that Dihumen stole us, as well as their own gold and silver treasures, and when we return to Huaicheng, I will reward you for your meritorious deeds. "Autumn Wan Cheng Dao.

After finishing speaking, the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect cheered and cheered, shouting one after another, and the frightened emotions just now had already been thrown away without a trace.

Looking at their cheering appearance, Zhuo Yifan knew that all emotions are the product of the situation, and there will be special emotions in special situations. Whether it is the ghost of death just now, or the situation of men and women, it is the product of special occasions and special circumstances, and without that situation, everything will no longer be in that state.

Soon, everyone loaded a large number of gold and silver treasures, and under the leadership of Qiu Wancheng, the master of the Flying Dragon Gate, they marched towards the general rudder of Huaicheng.

Qiu Wancheng rode on a tall horse and ran wildly all the way, which can be described as complacent. When he was about to arrive in Huaicheng, he ordered his disciples to slow down and walk as slowly as they could, so the disciples deliberately dragged their feet and moved forward at a high speed on the bustling street.

Qiu Wancheng deliberately raised the Blood-Drinking Sword high, as if to signal it to the people around him, but many people in the market were people in the market and didn't know the Blood-Drinking Sword, but despite this, he was still happy to show the Blood-Drinking Sword to everyone.

And his disciples are also arrogant, one by one pulling the big banner as tiger skins, looking extremely majestic. Originally, the Flying Dragon Gate was a big force in Huaicheng, but now they have just destroyed the Earth Tiger Gate, and the blood-drinking sword is in hand, and countless gold and silver treasures are being dragged back.

And Zhuo Yifan was carried, and his half-lying posture was supported by the cushion behind him, otherwise he would be pointed to the acupoint, and he could only lie down and look at the blue sky. His expression at the moment has a worried look, Qiu Wancheng's ruthlessness, he has already understood it, and now he has been caught by him for the second time, and he wants to get out, but it is hopeless at the moment.

He looked helplessly at the blood-drinking sword held high in Qiu Wancheng's hand, although it was close at hand, he couldn't get it back.

The scabbard of the Blood Drinking Sword was very dazzling under the dazzling sunlight, and the shape of the flying meteorite at the hilt of the sword still reflected the strong light.

In the corner of the bazaar, there were many people looking at the blood-drinking sword in his hand with great vigilance, and it could be seen from their outfits that they were all people from the rivers and lakes, and there were several sects.

Then they began to whisper, and then gently left the place, walking the other way.

Originally, a stick of incense could be reached, but Qiu Wancheng was stunned and walked slowly for an hour on the horse, showing off so much really satisfied his long-weakened heart.

Seeing the Flying Dragon Gate rudder appear in front of him, Qiu Wancheng seemed unsatisfied, and he was very reluctant to be in the state just now. It's just that all the disciples are watching him, and he has to dismount.

"Move the gold and silver treasures in first, and I'll reward you for your deeds later!" Qiu Wancheng said happily.

As soon as they heard that they would be able to receive the gold and silver, all the disciples had smiles on their faces that could not be concealed, so they all hurriedly moved them up.

After a while, all the things were moved, and the disciples looked at the countless gold and silver with their eyes, and indulged in it.

Qiu Wancheng rolled up his sleeves and faced everyone: "Today is the big day of my flying dragon gate, I am very happy to be the master of the door, now each person has two or three silver ingots and one gold ingot." ”

As soon as the words fell, everyone applauded excitedly.

Zhuo Yifan watched everyone take the gold and silver from Qiu Wancheng's hands, and saw their faces full of excitement and gratitude, and only then did he truly appreciate the magic of money.

Money can make ghosts grind, and he has realized this more and more profoundly, but where there is money, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

It's just that he is a little puzzled by the fact that all major sects use money to win people's hearts. Isn't there anything for a gang that can unite people except money?

He thought about it again and again, as if there was really no magic that could replace money.

After Qiu Wancheng was busy, he ordered someone to lock Zhuo Yifan's hands and feet together with the iron chain of his Flying Dragon Gate, but the iron chain was very long and could make him straighten up, but because it was too heavy, he could hardly move quickly.

Then he personally explained the acupoints to Zhuo Yifan.

"Zhuo Yifan, you said that the monster in the blood-drinking sword, do you really listen to you? Qiu Wancheng said with a smile.

"How could they listen to me, I saw that it was too late for them to escape. Zhuo Yifan said.

"Then when I was in the Dihu Gate, you asked me to close my eyes, and the monster in the blood-drinking sword really didn't bite me. ”

Zhuo Yifan shook his head and said, "It's pure coincidence. ”

"If that's the case, then what am I keeping you for? "Autumn Wan Cheng Dao.

Zhuo Yifan didn't expect him to say this, just now he had denied that he could tame monsters, and now how to go back is a problem. If Qiu Wancheng thinks that he is worthless, his life will be in danger.

"Actually, they only listen to me occasionally. Zhuo Yifan said with a smile.

"In that case, you now summon the monster out to me and open my eyes. ”

"This ......" Zhuo Yifan was a little overwhelmed.

"If you can't summon them, it means that you can't tame them, so there's no need for me to keep you. I don't know how to raise idlers. ”

"They are too fierce, I am afraid that they will hurt your disciple when they are called. Zhuo Yifan prevaricated.

"It's okay, the injury won't hurt much, I have people in Feilongmen!"

As he spoke, Qiu Wancheng put the blood-drinking sword in front of Zhuo Yifan.

Zhuo Yifan knew that he couldn't summon a monster, but in order to survive, he had to try.

He stared closely at the blood-drinking sword and communicated with it with his mind, and the Mu family swordsmanship given to him by his grandfather Mu Liangsheng had an introduction to the sword language, and he still learned some.

However, he used all the sword language he had learned, and he still couldn't summon the monster in the blood-drinking sword.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was powerless, Qiu Wancheng's face was full of sarcasm, all disdainful.