Qiankun Storyteller

Chapter 70 Strength
"Lu Junyi?"

The eyes of the two were fixed, and their hearts were filled with surprise.

This person has never been seen before, and this name has never been heard before, just like the Mr. Jin Jian who was born out of nowhere half a month ago.

Also the average visitor is not good!
How did he know here?

Could it be that there are ghosts in the iron master?

But they are the only ones in the Iron Head Sect who know about this place of escape?

They can't betray themselves, can they?

still is……

The old man glanced at Zhou Peng, who was flustered and at a loss, suppressed his doubts for a while, and said to Lu Junyi in a deep voice: "The old man has withdrawn from the arena and has not cared about the world for many years. Where did he offend Your Excellency, and I am in trouble here?"

Lu Junyi's expression was indifferent: "The second-generation head of the Iron Palm Sect, Zhou Yue, who is known as the Iron Palm King, was a Huajin warrior 60 years ago, and now he is over 120 years old. Has the recession dried up?"

The old man, oh no, Zhou Yue's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "Sure enough, it's for the old man!"

"Unjust is doomed to destruction!"

Lu Junyi stood with his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Today Lu is here to take the heads of both of you!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhou Yue's pupils shrank, and then he laughed wildly: "What a big tone, if you want the old man's head, it depends on how good you are!"

After finishing speaking, he gave a look to Zhou Peng beside him.

on!
Zhou Peng looked at his pale ancestor who looked like a living corpse, and then at the majestic nine-foot man in front of him who looked like a god, and cursed in his heart.

on?
on what?

In this case, you fucking let me go?
Why don't you go up to your immortal self?
People have checked your background and know that you are a second-level martial artist, so you dare to come to take your head alone. This kind of confidence is something that ordinary people can have?
At the very least, he is also a second-level martial artist, right?

I just turned my energy, you told me to go, isn't that telling me to die?
Zhou Peng cursed in his heart, but he was helpless.

No one knows his ancestor better than him, and he is an immortal old thief who carried out the word "gou" to the end.

For him, no sons and grandchildren, no bloodline descendants, no family foundation, are not as important as his own life, otherwise, how could he have the courage to run straight down the tunnel when he heard the Jinjianmen was attacking? nothing?
He is here, the Iron Master is here!

He's not here, he's not here anymore, what do you need Iron Master for?
Selfishness, earning a living by idling, this is the ancestor of Iron Master——Iron Master King Zhou Yue.

With such an old ancestor at the stall, what can he do, what else can he do?
"Ho!"

Zhou Peng took a deep breath, and then...

"Old Ancestor, take care!"

Zhou Peng turned around abruptly and jumped out of the wall. People followed the sound, and the sound followed them, and quickly left.

"Damn things!"

Zhou Yue was so angry that his seven orifices were smoking, and he cursed, but there was nothing he could do.

He asked Zhou Peng to take action, not out of whimsy, he hoped that his grandson, who was not strong enough, could defeat the powerful enemy of unknown origin in front of him, or hold him back to let him escape.

That's simply not practical.

He just wanted Zhou Peng to be a test stone to try out the other party's methods, to see what the method was, what the origin was, and whether he could be on guard against it.

Unexpectedly, this incompetent thing would not even be willing to do such a small matter for his ancestors. It was a waste of raising him for so many years and pushing him to the position of the head of the Iron Sect!

Angry to angry, scolding to scolding, Zhou Yue has nothing to do with Zhou Peng, he can't bring this unworthy descendant back, right? Really think that the nine-foot man standing in front of him is a dead man?
"This unworthy descendant..."

Zhou Yue sighed and said, "Let Your Excellency see a joke!"

Lu Junyi stood with his hands behind his back, without saying anything, as if all of this didn't matter.

It really doesn't matter.

Zhou Yue lowered his head, raised his hands, and murmured: "Since I washed my hands in the golden basin and retired from the arena, I haven't fought with anyone for decades. I don't know how much work is left with these iron palms. ..."

Wrong words, attracting attention, Zhou Yue flipped his hands violently, kicking out a cloud of dust, covering Lu Junyi like a strong wind and thick fog.

What kind of work is this?
It's not kung fu, but...

poison!

The poison that can threaten the martial arts of the second realm!
The dust flew out with the palm wind, covering Lu Junyi like a thick fog. Zhou Yue, who had already been prepared, held his breath, closed his pores, his skin turned black, like a living corpse coming out of a grave Throwing out, both palms hit the opponent with a mighty force.

Taking the lead and attacking with the poisonous palm, Zhou Yue is sure to win this blow.

but……

"call!"

Just as Zhou Yue's palms crashed into the dust, he saw a big hand approaching like a galaxy falling from nine heavens, and it landed on his shoulder with lightning speed. With a gentle pull, the mighty power of the iron palm was dispelled. , then raised his hand and pulled him, and he was thrown over his shoulder and hit the ground heavily.

"boom!"

There was a loud noise and the earth shook. Zhou Yue didn't know what happened, but he felt a strong force, and then the world was turned upside down, and he was thrown to the ground, smashing the 120-year-old bone to pieces.

As soon as they fight, they will judge whether they are superior or inferior.

Zhou Yue fell to the ground with severe pain all over his body. He thought his life was over and was about to close his eyes and wait for death, but the other party took his hand back.

This made Zhou Yue feel pleasantly surprised. He hurriedly propped himself up to check the situation, but saw...

Lu Junyi got a wooden stick from nowhere, ten feet long and two fingers thick, held it in his hand and said to him: "If you don't die with one move, this matter will be over."

"you……"

Zhou Yue was frightened and angry, he didn't dare to speak, he just stood on the defensive, his iron palms had turned green and black.

Lu Junyi ignored it, and pointed out the long stick in his hand, like a snake coming out of a hole, or like a dragon breaking through the sea, the pinnacle of skill and the limit of strength, all in this one stab.

With iron palms in front of him, Zhou Yue was on the defensive, ready to dodge and give way, which can be said to be comprehensive, but after the opponent's stick and spear were stabbed, he found that he could not avoid it at all, and could not give in.

only...

"puff!"

The iron palm struck out and met him head-on, but was pierced by the long stick with the round head and flat surface.

Zhou Yue's body shook, and he lowered his head, only to see a bloody long stick passing through the iron palm and sinking into his heart, spreading the severe pain little by little.

"..."

Lu Junyi let go of the stick, turned around and left, leaving Zhou Yue standing there alone.

But he didn't stand still for a long time, but after three steps, he heard...

"Snapped!"

With a bang, the long stick exploded, scarlet flesh splashed out, and the mutilated body crashed to the ground without a sound!
At the same time, five people walked into the courtyard and left a corpse behind. Who was Zhou Peng, the head of the iron sect who had just climbed over the wall?

The five threw down the body and bowed their hands to Lu Junyi.

Lu Junyi nodded: "Take the corpse and go back to Iron Master, there is still a good show!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)