Sword knocks the door of heaven

Chapter 592 Chu City Must Die

Chu Cheng turned a deaf ear to the noise around him, and just stood quietly on the side of the Qiyue Platform, waiting for the elders of the ancestral hall to announce the result.

But before the elder came over, Sang Wuyin, Ma Yu and his second disciple Feng Lianggong landed on the platform first.

"Old Chu, what a ruthless method."

Feng Lianggong frowned and looked at Xie Mingxuan's mutilated body on the ground, then stared coldly at Chu Cheng.

Although he and Xie Mingxuan didn't get along very well on weekdays, after all, the two had been brothers for many years. Seeing Xie Mingxuan's tragic death, they still couldn't help feeling inexplicably sad and indignant.

"Martial nephew Feng is serious."

Chu Cheng raised his head, and looked at the three people in front of him very calmly.

"In the competition just now, when the burning characters were broken, Elder Chu was sure of winning. Why did he have to kill my eldest disciple?"

Sang Wuyin on the side cried out with a heartbroken look.

His voice was only sad, which made many monks' noses sore.

For a while, the voices of denunciation against Chucheng sounded again.

For these voices of condemnation, Chu Cheng still seemed not to have heard them at all.

After listening to Sang Wuyin's words, he thought about it seriously, then looked up at Sang Wuyin with some embarrassment and said:

"He is your eldest disciple after all, I thought he could avoid it."

Although the sadness on Sang Wuyin's face was fake, and the purpose was to take the opportunity to get more information from Chu Cheng, but when he heard these words, he still felt that his lungs were about to explode.

But he couldn't refute it.

At this time, Sang Xiaoman and the elders of the ancestral hall floated over and landed on the Qiyue platform.

"Uncle, what are you doing? Asking the teacher for the crime?"

Sang Xiaoman stood beside Chucheng, pointing at Sang Wuyin unceremoniously.

Regardless of who Chu Cheng's true identity is, she is an extremely protective person, and she can hold back her temper and argue with the other party when she sees her own being bullied.

"My disciple died on this platform, why don't you let me ask a few questions?"

Seeing that Sang Xiaoman pointed at him without any respect, Sang Wuyin was even more furious in his heart, and immediately sneered back with a straight face.

"A useless disciple will die when he dies. Uncle, do you think this life-and-death deed is just a display? Or are you not paying attention to this alchemy meeting at all?"

Sang Xiaoman pointed to the life and death deed on the book case without showing any weakness.

"It's two different things!"

"Your disciple, if you die, you lose, it's the same thing!"

"You are arrogant."

"It's better than my uncle, relying on the old and showing off your old age, and pretending to be a posture! If you really feel sorry for your disciple, you should let him admit defeat early. I don't believe that with my uncle's ability, I can see how strong the Spring Rain Talisman is!"

"I'm talking nonsense, how could I watch my own disciple go to die."

"You're wrong, you didn't watch, you just sent your disciples to die."

"..."

In terms of rhetoric and rhetoric, it is natural that Sang Wuyin cannot be Sang Xiaoman's opponent.

Seeing Sang Xiaoman's small mouth spitting out Sang Wuyin speechlessly, Chu Cheng who was standing beside him couldn't help grinning.

It's just that this smile, in Sang Wuyin's eyes, turned into a dazzling mockery.

"Old Chu, I hope you can still laugh in the next round."

Seeing that no useful information could be found, Sang Wuyin gave Chu Cheng a cold look.

"Old Chu, you can still win the next game, right?"

Before Chu Cheng could answer, Sang Xiaoman asked Chu Chengdao beside him as if angry.

Chu Cheng glanced at Sang Xiaoman, then at Sang Wuyin, then nodded, and said simply:
"can."

"Insanity!"

Compared with Sang Wuyin, it was Ma Yu who was even more furious at this time, because he was going to play in the next game.

"It's just that I have learned some opportunistic tricks. Any skill is vulnerable to the realm of the soul and the rank of the talisman."

He sneered.

Although he hadn't figured out how Chucheng turned the talisman spirit pattern into purple gold, Ma Yu was still very confident in his own strength.

Of course, he also has the capital of self-confidence. Among the elders of the eight veins of the Sang family, whether it is the realm of spirit or the number of high-level talismans in his hands, he was only second to Sang Buluan and Sang Wuyin. In the past few years, Sang Wuyin was even inferior to him in terms of spiritual power.

The three of them stopped talking nonsense and went back to the other side of the platform together.

"Old Ma, how sure are you of the talisman we mentioned earlier?"

Sang Wuxian asked in a low voice.

"Sixty percent."

Ma Yu hesitated for a moment and finally stretched out three fingers.

"Then use this talisman. In this round, Chu Cheng must die."

Sang Wuyin's tone was cold and authentic.

Not only did he have to win the alchemy meeting in front of the Sang family, but he also had to win Sang Xiaoman's side without any power to fight back.

The atmosphere on Sang Xiaoman's side was much more relaxed.

Na Sang Xiaoman smiled and blinked at Chu Cheng, then went directly down the Qiyue platform without explaining anything, as if he was very relieved of him.

Then the elder of the ancestral hall calmly walked to the center of the platform and began to announce the winner of the previous round.

"Chu Cheng won the last round of Po Zimai, and we will continue to face our opponent, Lao Ma Yu of the Hezimai clan in the next round. Now we will start tossing copper coins again to decide who will draw the talisman."

Although the voices of dissatisfaction kept coming and going, his voice was clearly heard by everyone.

"I only knew that Chunyu Fu Nengze was killed by Xiantian, but I didn't expect it to be a murderous weapon."

At this time, Xie Xuanchen still had the image of the raindrops falling just now floating in his mind.

"Brother Wuji and Senior Wen Huazi, who do you favor in this game?"

He curiously asked Zhang Wuji and Wen Huazi beside him, he really wanted to know what they thought of Chu Cheng at this time, after all they were unanimously disliked this person before.

"Although Chucheng performed amazingly in the first round just now, he played all his cards. Ma Lao must have prepared himself, and I have seen Ma Lao's strength before. Let's not talk about talismans, just talk about the strength of the soul. For the realm of Two Silence, even I am much weaker than him."

Although Wen Huazi didn't say it clearly, he was obviously more optimistic about Ma Yuma's older age.

"I'm more optimistic about Old Chu."

Zhang Wuji looked in the direction of Chu Cheng and smiled.

"Oh? Wuji, tell me why you are more optimistic about Elder Chu."

Wen Huazi laughed.

"As soon as this Chu city appeared, it reversed the situation on Sang Xiaoman's side. This is obviously not accidental. It must have been arranged by Sang Xiaoman and the others in advance. In this case, it is impossible for him not to think about how to deal with Ma Yu, even if he can't pull Sang Dismounting Wuji will definitely take Ma Yu away, removing one more obstacle for Sang Xiaoman."

Zhang Wuji said.

In fact, apart from this reason, there is another reason he didn't say, that is, he smelled the smell of Li Yunsheng from Chu Cheng. He didn't believe in Chu Cheng's strength, but he believed in Qiu Shui's ability.

"This round, Ma Yu draws the talisman, and Chucheng dismantles the talisman."

At this time, the old man in the ancestral hall on the resting platform finished throwing copper coins.

　Yesterday also reached [-] votes, so I owed another chapter, and I owed a total of three chapters (will definitely pay back!).

　　There was a little accident today, halfway through writing, I was dragged to a blind date.

　　What kind of woman does a code writer want?
　　Really fragrant!

　　
　
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