Unexpectedly, Zhuang Mengdie would have experienced such a miserable situation! Guan Qianjian felt a sense of pleasure.

Under a big tree next to the road, hundreds of people gathered together, like a crater; but there was no sound in the middle.

Lin Quan peeled off the crowd layer by layer and squeezed towards the center. When the people who were opening the road saw Guan Qianjian following him, they all looked angry. Some people cursed, clawed their left hand, grabbed his collar, clenched their fists with their right hand, and wanted to greet him.

Lin Quan turned around and stopped and said, "Senior brother, don't move, it's the head who wants to see him!"

Lin Quan is Zhuang Mengdie's personal disciple. He is far higher than ordinary second-generation disciples in the Liuru Sect, and can even be vaguely ranked with the tenth elders, so no one dares not to listen to his words.

But although he dared not be arrogant in his hands, he still refused to give in his mouth and face. Guan Qianjian was determined to calm down and had to pretend to be bad.

When he got into the crowd, he saw Zhuang Mengdie sitting on the ground, and he didn't bring a chair with him. Everyone had to take off the outer robe he wore and cushioned. He leaned his back against the tree, his head tilted to one side, his eyes half open and half closed, and there was a large pool of blood around him. Although his mouth and beard were carefully wiped, there was still little residue.

"Why did you suddenly vomit blood again? Could it be that Long Zaitian came out of the world and seriously injured him? Or was he attacked by someone? But there are so many people around him, he has never been alone. His martial arts skills are so high that no one can do it!" Guan Qianjian was full of doubts, but he was inconvenient to ask.

Zhou Sifang and an elder supported Zhuang Mengdie from both sides. Seeing Lin Quan bringing Guan Qianjian, Zhou Sifang leaned into his ear and whispered: "Master, the little thief is here, what do you want to deal with him?"

Zhuang Mengdie struggled to open her eyes more and wanted to straighten her face, but her neck was not in control. "Uh..."

He made a voice in his throat, looking very hoarse, reminding him that he only had his last breath and was scrambling his life.

His tongue was still moving, but his voice was cut off.

"Master!"

"Old Master!"

"Still hold on!"

"What should we do if you leave? What should we do if Liurumen?"

The circles tightly surrounded the surroundings quickly narrowed with earth-shaking calls.

"Everyone is quiet! Please be quiet! The head of the sect has something to say." Zhou Sifang stopped everyone's cry and put his ears to Zhuang Mengdie's mouth.

But I heard nothing.

"Master, the little thief named Guan has been brought here," Zhou Sifang raised his blood-red eyes and glanced at Guan Qianjian viciously, "What do you want to deal with him? Master, you don't need to speak, so as not to worry. I'll tell you how you want to deal with him. If you think it's right, just nod."

Zhuang Mengdie closed her eyes and nodded.

"Do you want to bring him back to Liurumen and be held in a groundwater prison?"

When Guan Qianjian heard the words "Architecture" in the groundwater prison, he was so angry that he was about to break his mind and was about to swear. Lin Quan hurriedly reached out to stop him and signaled him not to act rashly.

"Uh..." Zhuang Mengdie just spoke in her throat, but did not nod or shake her head.

Zhou Xifang asked again: "What do you mean is that locking in a groundwater prison cannot eliminate future troubles forever. In order to eliminate the roots, will he be punished on the spot now?"

"..." This time Zhuang Mengdie disappeared without even his voice.

A hint of joy flashed across Zhou Sifang's face, and he raised his voice and asked, "Master means, do you want the disciple to take the head on his neck immediately?"

No sound.

Zhou Sifang was ecstatic and signaled Lin Quan to support his master on his behalf.

As soon as Lin Quan was in place, Zhou Xifang immediately stood up, looked at Rencong, looked around for a while, and said loudly: "Dear fellow disciples, the head of the sect has an order to execute the great enemy Long in the aftermath of the sky and execute Qianjian on the spot!" After saying that, he drew his sword.

Guan Qianjian saw his face firm, Zhuang Mengdie was indeed in danger of life, unlike a false act, and his mind was flashing. He thought in an instant: The last moment of life and death has come! They are numerous and powerful, and there are many masters. Even if I resist with all my strength, it is tantamount to blocking a car. But as a martial artist, how can I be slaughtered by others? Even if I die, I will die in the unremitting pursuit of martial arts! It depends on what realm these masters can allow me to comprehend when I die, that is the highest level I can reach in my life!

But after a second thought, I became suspicious: If this is still just a play, and the purpose is to force me to appear, wouldn’t I just fall into the trap and make people laugh?

"Sand, sand, sand, sand..." Fang Zheng walked towards him step by step.

The two were originally less than ten feet apart, but although Zhou Xifang walked slowly, they were already in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"Little thief, guess how many moves can I support when I fight with me?"

"I guess if I can't hold on to the fight with the little thief."

Zhou Sifang sneered and didn't care about his rudeness at all. "It's rare that you have self-knowledge. So if I advise you not to make unnecessary struggles, and to kill me obediently. You won't have any objections, right?"

When Guan Qianjian heard this, he obviously had no intention of forcing him to take action. He had no doubts in his heart. He said in his eyebrows: "You underestimate me too much. Although death is not pleasant to me, if I have to die, I feel that holding a sword in my hand and thinking that dying with swordsmanship is not in vain."

After he finished speaking, he opened his five fingers with his right hand, and before he could raise his arm, he felt as if he felt the sword was already in his hand.

His heart was empty.

He felt that he had never had such a clear and powerful sword intent.

He firmly believed that the last battle of his life would lead him to see a new realm that he had never experienced in martial arts, and it was even impossible to defeat Zhou Xifang!

However, what was disappointing was that someone next to him said: "Will the whereabouts of this human body sword secret book really kill him at this time? He is not willing to die. He just wants to find the treasures of our sect again, and he may have to experience several more twists and turns..."

The speaker is an elder in his seventies, always upright and cautious in his actions.

Zhou Sifang said unhappily: "Who dares to violate the order of the head? As for the secret book of the sword, the master said that no matter where it is now and whose hands fall into, he will return to our sect one day. Elder Tang can rest assured about this!"

Elder Tang thought: "If the old leader is alive, he will naturally not have to worry about his peerless martial arts. But when he sees his life in an instant, if he returns here, there will be no outstanding figure in this sect to take charge of the overall situation. Not to mention finding the treasure, it is probably difficult to keep the mountain gate!"

But these words should not be spoken openly. After hesitating for a while, he had to agree: "That's good, that's good..." stepped aside.

Zhou Sifang said to Guan Qianjian again: "It seems that I really underestimated you. I have known you for so long, and I really don't know that you are such an overestimator, haha. - Then, draw your sword."

Guan Qianjian's five fingers were slightly shrunk and extended toward the hilt of the sword on his back.

"Wait a moment!"

He lifted his palm to his waist, and Lin Quan stopped talking.

"What do you mean by Junior Brother Lin?" Zhou Sifang did not look back. But Lin Quan didn't need to look at his expression, and he could sense his unhappiness from his voice alone.

"Senior Brother Zhou, it's not that I have something to say, it's that Master has given other instructions."

Zhou Xifang gritted his teeth tightly when he heard this, and was extremely unwilling to accept it. But he immediately turned around, put his sword into the sheath, and turned around and asked, "Master, have you changed your mind again?" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!