Lord of the Desert

Chapter 422 Interesting
Half a quarter of an hour later, in the reception room on the second floor on the west side of the main hall.

Shopkeeper Wang San led Hong Fan and the other two inside, closed the door and left.

Zhu Leshan, wearing a purple brocade robe, was sitting behind the table. When he saw the two men come in, he laughed wildly.

"I've heard of Chisha's name for a long time, but I didn't expect that our first meeting would be like this. I thought you would ask the Shen family to come forward, but you're quite sensible."

As he spoke, he pointed to a low round stool placed alone opposite.

Hong Fan took a seat as instructed. Qu Luo, who was following behind him, folded his arms and leaned against the wall as he did not have a seat of his own.

Seeing that the two men did not dare to attack, Zhu Leshan felt relieved and became even more arrogant.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

He held his chin with one hand and blew on the tea in the cup.

However, Hong Fan did not play according to the routine.

"Are you Zhu Leshan?"

he asked.

"Oh, what a proud person on the list, coming to worship the Bodhisattva but not recognizing the Bodhisattva?"

Zhu Leshan sneered.

"It was you, the second young master of the Zhu family, who was in person."

Hong Fan nodded and asked again: "Did you do the Tiannanxing incident?"

"good."

Zhu Leshan nodded proudly.

"I'll forgive your youth, but I'll punish you severely, you must know..."

But he was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"Now that everything is clear, let's get to work."

These words were said by Qu Luoyi.

Zhu Leshan saw the sloppy young man with a street-slick temperament stand up from the wall and point at himself with disgust on his face.

"This Zhu guy has been confused for a long time. He must be out of his mind. Why waste time talking to him?"

These contemptuous words hurt Zhu Ershao's heart.

"How dare you! Who are you?"

He slammed the table and shouted angrily, but was still ignored.

"Are you planning to be an overseer?"

Qu Luoyi said dissatisfiedly - he saw Hong Fan pouring himself a cup of tea and had no intention of moving.

"I carried you on my Sand Wing for the 1,500 miles south. Shouldn't it be your turn to do the hard work now?"

Hong Fan raised his eyebrows and sneered.

Qu Luoyi was stunned when he heard this, thinking about how he had previously flown through the air with "Fan", shouting and giving orders all the way, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Okay, after all, I'm three years older than you, so it's only natural that I should work harder."

He pretended to be magnanimous.

At this time, Zhu Leshan had completely realized that something was wrong.

“You are going to do…”

He stood up to question and saw the thin young man kick open the door, put his hands on his hips and shouted condescendingly.

"If you don't want to die, get out now!"

This shout released a powerful true energy, which made the snow on the eaves rustle and the copper and iron in the hall resonate.

But the people in the museum were unaware of the situation and did nothing.

"Alas, there are so many stupid people in the world."

Qu Luoyi sighed, glanced at the huge pillar a few feet away that one person could hug, took two steps back, lowered his body, and gathered his strength to launch a straight kick.

The tall buildings and palaces shook violently.

The wooden pillar broke and flew sideways, rotating ninety degrees before landing right in the middle of the suspended bronze bell.

The sound was like a tide and the dust was rising.

The bronze bell was seen swinging violently on the iron chain, plowing through the ceiling in a straight line, creating a bright skylight between the beams and tiles, and finally smashing into the floor together with the dislocated iron beam.

The main hall began to collapse.

At this point, even the dumbest person would realize that something was wrong and would run away.

Zhu Leshan witnessed this scene through the window and was stunned where he stood - the development of the situation was so far beyond his imagination that he could not tell whether what he saw and heard was reality or a dream.

After a few seconds, the shock and anger finally arrived.

"you wanna die!"

Zhu Leshan roared and drew a large amount of innate spiritual energy into his body.

In the blink of an eye, his muscles swelled violently, the color of his exposed skin changed from white to dark gold, and the floor beneath his feet cracked under the heavy weight.

Hong Fan, holding a teacup in his hand and crossing his legs, saw Zhu Leshan throw a powerful punch with 100% of his strength, shattering the solid wooden wall in front of him as easily as tearing paper.

Then it was lightly pinched in a fleshy hand.

The Bronze Cloud Canon is a second-grade martial art known for its defense and strength.

But at this moment, Zhu Leshan only felt that the huge force coming from the fist was irresistible, even the metal wrist was creaking, and a moment later, the whole person was forced to kneel on the ground.

Fear brought back reason.

Only then did he notice the opponent's sharp canine teeth and the green light in his eyes - these were the signature features of the Shura Fighting Sutra. "Are you the Little Fighting Emperor Qu Luoyi?!"

Zhu Leshan's voice was dry.

"My dear grandson, it's too late to remember your grandfather now!"

Qu Luoyi laughed violently, locked Zhu Leshan tightly with his left hand, and punched him in the face with his right hand.

The copper sound hums twice.

Zhu Leshan's head was tilted to one side, his cheek was sunken and cracked where he was hit, but there was no bleeding.

Qu Luoyi raised his hand to check and found that the tip of his fist was broken and bleeding.

"As expected of the Bronze Cloud Canon, it's tough enough!"

He praised with joy, and before he could finish his words his injuries had completely healed.

"Young Master Qu, you are fighting against our Zhu family on behalf of Hong Fan. Have you ever thought about your sect's intentions?"

Zhu Leshan panted and spat out a copper tooth, then raised his head and asked.

"Heh, that's why I said you don't understand the situation..."

Qu Luoyi bared his teeth, pulled up the man in his palm with one hand, then turned around and kicked him in the chest.

Considering that Tong Yundian was extremely durable, he used 80% of his strength in this attack, which sent Zhu Leshan flying across 20 meters and crashing into the bronze bell, with his entire body embedded half an inch deep and causing him to go into shock immediately.

The third bronze sound echoed in Tongyun Pavilion.

"Great! Great! I'm lucky today. It's my turn to do something big!"

Qu Luoyi looked down at his masterpiece, "Bronze Man Inlaid with Bronze Bell", his eyes flashed with blue light and his bones cracked.

"Brother Qu, don't kill anyone."

At this time, Hong Fan reminded him.

"Don't worry, I'm aggressive but not bloodthirsty."

Qu Luoyi turned around and grinned.

"Besides, if I ring the bell three times, anyone with a bit of sense will run away, and those who stay must be volunteers, haha."

He jumped down from the second floor and looked towards the corridor leading to the wing building.

Over there, Shopkeeper Wang was walking quickly over with three teams of elite guards. Each of them was wearing leather armor and carrying weapons, and four of them at the back were even holding large iron-framed bows.

Seeing the two characters of "Zhu Er" (the two characters of Xiantian Erhe) hanging on the wall of the bell, they were both angry and afraid, but they had to fight as the master was humiliated and the minister was killed.

"I won't harm your lives, just come and fight!"

A cheer rose up.

Downstairs, Qu Luoyi opened his arms and walked forward to greet him.

Upstairs, Hong Fan was drinking by himself and listening attentively.

Draw the sword, roar, release the string...

Then the metal clashed and broke, and the loser cried out in pain.

After a dozen breaths, everything became silent.

The only remaining sound was the sound of footsteps moving briskly away from the main hall. Soon after, sounds of bricks and stones cracking and buildings collapsing could be heard on all four sides of Tongyun Hall.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Hong Fan drank his fill of tea, packed up half a pound of top-grade rock tea on the table, and walked down to the second floor along the half-broken stairs.

At this moment, the originally tall and luxurious Tongyun Pavilion has become a ruin, and the second floor where he just walked down is the only high point.

The wind and snow haven't stopped yet.

Pieces of white covered the pile, blurring the broken walls and iron bits bit by bit.

"Second Master Zhu, if you do the first day, I will do the fifteenth. We are just doing business, why do we have to go to this point?"

Hong Fan stood facing the clock and sighed softly.

Master Zhong seemed to be in a coma and did not respond.

At this time, cheerful laughter came from behind.

"Hong Fan, look what I found!"

Hong Fan turned his head and saw that Qu Luoyi's shirt was tattered and hung around his waist, and on his bare shoulders he was carrying a coiled blue dragon specimen. Its scales, horns, claws and fangs were intact, and when it was unfolded, it would be more than ten feet long.

"It just so happens that my master's birthday is in two months. I have been his disciple for so many years but I have never given him a gift. I can use this thing to make up for it!"

Qu Luoyi smiled proudly.

Zhu Leshan, who was still pretending to be unconscious, felt his heart break when he heard this and finally couldn't bear it any longer - you have to know that Qu Luoyi's master is the second celestial being in Shura Sect and the first seat of the Dharma Hall, "Qinglong" Yingjian. How can he get the dragon corpse back after it has fallen into his hands?

"This dragon is mine, Little Doudi can't take it away..."

He opened his eyes and called out weakly.

Qu Luoyi frowned.

"Why did you wake up at this time? How tactless."

He pressed the dragon on Hong Fan's shoulder, stepped forward and kicked him, sending Zhu Er back to sleep.

A quarter of an hour later.

Ya Ding made sure that the murderer had left and entered Tongyun Pavilion cautiously.

Outside the city, two figures carried dragons and sank into the endless snow.

PS: Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone.

Two days ago, I accompanied the operations officer to take photos. I don’t know if it was because of the triple attack of the flash, the smell of the decoration, and the makeup, but I had a splitting headache at night and directly wasted two days. Otherwise, I could have added two more chapters.

(End of this chapter)