Chapter 521 Killing King of Martial Arts

After saying that, I shook my head even more. I thought I had been famous for many years, and I was a master of my generation, but after more than a thousand years of survival, I was about to die. When I met two people, I didn’t know me. My fame is so frustrating.

He stepped on the water and threw King Wu aside, waiting for Zhang to heal his wounds.

Fortunately, his injury was not serious, and one day later, Zhang was afraid that the injury would be healed. Master Jing was meditating on the stone by the pond. When he woke up, he asked, "What should I do if that guy?"

King Wu's meridians were controlled, just like dead people, and they could not move except to speak.

Zhang was afraid that he would not say what to do, so he walked up to King Wu and asked, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

King Wu said, "I am Longhu Mountain..." He was interrupted by Zhang Ai: "I know you are a disciple of King He. I ask who you are? Why do you want to kill me?" King Wu thought about it and said, "I apologize for the harm caused by fellow Taoists. I will definitely compensate you. As long as there is Longhu Mountain, you will definitely satisfy you."

Zhang was unmoved and asked for the third time: "Who are you? Name! Who did you recognize me?"

After all, King Wu is a master. He never lets him go. He always wants to pass by his face. He shouted: "Longhu Mountain has a grudge with Hongguang Inn. Hongguang Religion has been attacking and assassinating Longhu Mountain disciples for many years. I thought fellow Taoist was Hongguang Religion, so..." Seeing that Zhang was afraid of no reaction, he continued: "My name is King Wu, and he is the third disciple of King He."

It would be fine if you didn’t say the name, but when you said the name, Zhang was afraid to laugh: “You are King Wu, do you know who I am?”

King Wu searched his mind and couldn't remember who this person was. He hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, I can't recognize him." He gave Zhang fear to save face, so he never said he had never met him and didn't know him at all.

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "My name is Zhang Yan, a survivor of Tianlei Mountain."

As soon as these words were released, King Wu widened his eyes and couldn't believe it, and thought to himself: It's over, it's gone.

He guessed it right, and since Zhang was afraid that he would be the King of Wu, he had no intention of letting him survive again. The conflict with Longhu Mountain became big, and this person was one of the main reasons.

Zhang Yan said, "Do you know who I am? You may not know when you bully Zhang Tianfang, but later you took Cai Xiaoxiao into the mountains and you must know when you made up your mind, right?"

King Wu's expression was no longer calm. It is said that the survivor of Tianlei Mountain was a cruel man. Will he kill me? He said in a deep voice: "That's a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Zhang Yan smiled slightly. When people gained the upper hand, they felt quite good: "Is it a misunderstanding for bullying Tian Fang and my disciples? Is it a misunderstanding for us with Cai Xiaoxiao entering the mountain to capture us? Is it a misunderstanding for you to sneak attack yesterday?" The most annoying thing is that you still chase Wanli if you failed to get a sneak attack. If it weren't for the help of Venerable Jing, you might have died.

King Wu said: "I was a misunderstanding yesterday. I thought it was the remnant of the Red Light." The fact is that if he knew that the person hiding in the mountain was Zhang Yan, he would only be more ruthless.

Zhang was afraid that he would not want to talk nonsense to him anymore, and it didn't matter whether the truth or lies was true. He decided to kill people. He had not avenged his distant grudges and made close enemies. He would be sorry for himself if he wanted to survive. He glanced at King Wu with cold eyes, turned to see Venerable Jing, and asked him to make a decision. One was because of the people he caught, and the other was because there were many conflicts between the 100,000 mountains and Longhu Mountain. One was afraid that it would cause big trouble. He was saved by Venerable Jing, so he always had to consider others when doing things.

Master Jing snorted coldly: "What do you think of me?"

King Wu found out that something was wrong and shouted: "Honor, I am a disciple of King He. If I kill me, aren't you afraid of causing a war between the two tribes?"

Master Jing looked at him calmly: "Who said I want to kill you? What does it have to do with me if you are alive or not? Besides, the last time Zuoshi didn't kill you was because there were too many people on the Mountain God Platform. Is this? Even if you die here, who can know?"

King Wu's heart sank and he secretly said: "Don't you want to explain here? His eyes rolled and he tried again: "Venice, Fellow Daoist Zhang, as long as I let me go, from now on, I will never dare to be enemies with you and never enter the 100,000 mountains. Please let me go."

Venerable Jing said, "You don't even know who I am, and you still want to be an enemy of me? Alas, when you and I have a tense relationship, I can't kill you in order to protect the people in the mountains..." As soon as he said this, his eyes glared, he rose up, and his hands were in a row. A horizontal side rose in the pond, and a water curtain was formed to cover the three of them. Venerable Jing slapped King Wu with one palm, but King Wu could not move, so he had to die. His body was split into pieces under one palm, and the broken flesh and bones were scattered out, blocked by the water curtain. Only a head was left, his lips were slightly moved, and he was still alive.

As if he was facing a great enemy, he kept moaning, controlling the water curtain to slowly squeeze inward and narrowed. At the same time, he shot out a flying knife and stabbed the remaining head of King Wu. What was strange was that his head was very hard, and he bounced off the flying knife with a clang, while the lips on his head were still trembling slightly, and he was still thinking about something.

Juantuke Jing did not hesitate anymore, sitting cross-legged, clenched his fists, raised his forehead, stretched his thumb against his temple, and shouted softly: "Out." A white little man slowly crawled out from above his head, staring at King Wu's head with his eyes, showing a cruel smile on his lips, his pink and tender hands slightly opened, and the water curtain narrowed. At this time, the head suddenly exploded, and it exploded silently into invisible, without even a single movement, as if it had never appeared from beginning to end. However, the head disappeared, and a green air appeared in the water curtain, which was very strange, and it appeared in the shape of an arrow and stabbed outward.

Master Jing did not hesitate to leave the body, how could he let him escape? With a small hand, the water curtain began to flow as if it was alive. Wherever the arrow flew, the water curtain became thicker, barely blocking the arrow's attack. The arrow failed to penetrate three times, and became a little anxious, and quickly shrank and turned into a fine blue needle.

At this moment, the little Nascent Soul doll shouted: "Check." The water curtain condensed into a small bead ball in an instant, and the green needle was wrapped in it. With a chubby little hand, the bead ball condensed into the pool water fell into its hands and was then stuffed into its mouth. Then the Nascent Soul villain yawned and drilled back to the head of Master Jing, and at this point, he successfully killed King Wu.

After a moment, Venerable Jing opened his eyes and stood up, his face slightly solemn.

Zhang Yan said, "Thank you for helping, I killed King Wu." He took the initiative to steal this charge. If King He pursued the crime in the future, he would only push him to himself. At least he would not be passive. The matter between the two major forces was really troublesome. If he didn't do it well, thousands of people would die. But he had too many enemies, and he would not be afraid of biting with too many lice, so it didn't matter at all.

Master Jing said kindly: "It's okay." He said it's okay, but his expression was still solemn.

Zhang Yan asked, "What's wrong?"

Master Jing smiled bitterly and said, "This guy still causes trouble for me before he died. He transformed his Nascent Soul and refined it into a Qingsha."

Zhang was afraid that he would not understand what Qingsha was, so Venerable Jing explained a little.
Chapter completed!