"But it's too late."

"None of us knows when Mr. Chu will come out of seclusion."

"I'm afraid of my grandfather, so I can't wait for that time at all."

Among the crowd, Zhang Zixi, who was hiding in the corner, had beautiful eyes red, and tears were almost flashing in the depths of her eyes.

Since he was toddler, Zhang Zixi has been following his grandfather.

Fist, practice swords, articles, poetry, and worldly ways.

It can be said that the old man taught all his insights and abilities in his life with Zhang Zixi.

Zhang Jiuling is not only her elder, but also her life mentor, and she is the relative she trusts and relies on the most in this world.

He would never accept that his grandfather died like this in front of him.

She was going to save her grandfather, and she couldn't lose her only relative now.

"Zi Xi, you have to calm down."

"What can you do when you go up now?"

"The Meng family now has experts to help."

"Have you forgotten that even your grandfather could not have one move in the hands of those men in black."

"You and I are going up now, and I'm completely trapped in my own trap."

"Meng Wanjun held a banquet at West Lake today. He was so full of fanfare that it was clearly for the sake of waiting for you and to trick you."

"You must calm down at this time and go back with me."

"Let's go and wait for Mr. Chu!"

"If Mr. Chu doesn't leave the customs, then we will ask him to leave the customs."

Lu Ziming grabbed Zhang Zixi and tried hard to persuade him.

The night the Zhang family was attacked, Lu Ziming received news of help and rushed to rescue.

But Lu Ziming was so slim and could not make up for the truth.

In the end, it was Zhang Jiuling who held the black-clad strong men and asked Lu Ziming to take away Zhang Zixi, who was seriously injured, to preserve the last bit of blood for their Zhang family.

Be trusted by others and be loyal to others.

Since the old man entrusted his granddaughter to him, Lu Ziming naturally had to do his best to protect the girl in front of him.

However, facing Lu Ziming's suggestion, Zhang Zixi shook her head: "It's useless, Uncle Lu."

"What if we really wait until he comes out of seclusion?"

"My Zhang family and Mr. Chu are not related to each other, and I even offended him."

"He won't help me, nor will he help our Zhang family."

"And, the opponent's strength is so strong, can Mr. Chu really deal with it alone?"

"He certainly won't take risks alone for the sake of irrelevant people."

Zhang Zixi lowered her head, and her beautiful eyes were filled with despair.

Lu Ziming also fell silent immediately.

What Zhang Zixi said is not unreasonable. Even if Ye Fan can appear in time, why should he help the Zhang family?

As for Ye Fan's strength, how many can he survive after he survived the battle of the East China Sea?

Lu Ziming was also at a loss.

While the two of them were silent, Meng Wanjun suddenly picked up a sword on the high platform.

The sharp blade reflects the scorching sun and cold light.

He looked around and his majestic voice kept echoing: "Zhang Zixi, I know you are offstage now."

"I'll give you ten seconds now to stand up."

"If you come out one second later, I will stab your grandpa with a sword."

"If you don't come out after the ten swords, I promise to let your grandfather's soul return to the nine heavens."

Meng Wanjun's eyes were full of power, and his stern words echoed everywhere.

A pair of tiger eyes, like vultures, staring at everywhere below the stage.

Yes!

He held a banquet for West Lake today, in addition to informing the powerful people in Jiangbei, and Jiangbei will respect the Meng family in the future. Another purpose is to attract Zhang Zixi to come and eliminate future troubles!

Meng Wanjun is meticulous in his work and does not miss it.

Especially when dealing with the enemy, there are never any future problems.

What's more, Zhang Zixi is extremely talented, and Meng Wanjun has heard of it for a long time.

If such people are not eliminated in time.

After a hundred years, he will inevitably pose a huge threat to his descendants.

Meng Wanjun promised like his son that the grudge between Zhang and Meng families would be completely over in his generation.

Therefore, he would never allow the troubles of the Zhang family to continue to be left to future generations.

Thorn!

A second later, Meng Wanjun pierced one of Zhang Jiuling's arms with a sword.

But Zhang Jiuling is a powerful master after all, and his integrity is far beyond ordinary people.

Even with such humiliation, Zhang Jiuling still smiled: "Meng Wanjun, don't waste your time. My granddaughter has already left Jiangbei, and he is not here at all."

"Even if you kill me, my granddaughter won't come today!"

"Of course, I just won't come today."

"But I believe she will be back sooner or later."

"My granddaughter will get everything that was taken away by your Meng family."

Zhang Jiuling said loudly, and the rolling voice made everyone hear it clearly.

Meng Wanjun shook his head, "Old guy, are you saying this for your granddaughter?"

"I'm not afraid to tell you that before I destroyed your Zhang family, I had already banned all passages leaving Lin'an."

"So, your granddaughter is still in Lin'an."

"And, with her feelings for you, I promise that he is among the people in the audience."

Meng Wanjun was in a clear mind and said to Zhang Jiuling in a nearly playful tone.

Then, another sword pierced Zhang Jiuling's right arm.

Blood gushed, and it kept staying along the huge stone pillar.

puff!

The third sword, the fourth sword...

When Zhang Jiuling's limbs were pierced, Meng Wanjun's sneer came out again.

"Zhang Zixi, your grandfather treats you as much as a mountain. That night, even if he fights his life, he will protect you and leave. But unfortunately, your grandfather's position in your heart seems to be no less than your position in his heart."

"Since that's the case, I won't waste my time."

"If you want to watch your grandpa die, I will do what you want."

Meng Wanjun seemed to have lost his patience, and when he stabbed the fifth sword, he decided to end the farce.

After the words fell, Meng Wanjun held a long sword in his hand.

This time, it went straight into Zhang Jiuling's throat!

"Bastard, stop!"

Finally, a cold anger sounded in the crowd.

The long table exploded, sand and stones walked around, and a sword energy rose from the ground like a rainbow.

The speed is as fast as lightning.

Flying towards the high platform ahead.

"This...what is this?"

"Are the newly developed weapon?"

Seeing the sword light suddenly burst out, the crowd below suddenly exploded.

In these eras, when guns and cannons are used in the news and wars, have you ever seen such a power?

Some wealthy people even think that it is the latest laser cannon fired from the newly developed weapon.
To be continued...