The Great Demon of Martial Arts

Chapter 267 Kill the chicken to warn the monkey

Wu Zhi fell to the ground, spewed out a mouthful of blood, raised his head in disbelief, looked at the condescending one-armed swordsman, and said in horror: "Impossible, how could he be defeated with one move?"

At this time, Mu Jue stepped on Wuzhi's chest, and the black knife rested on his neck. If there was any movement, he would be decapitated on the spot.

Facing Wuzhi's expression of horror mixed with disbelief, Mu Jue responded indifferently and did not speak.

He is waiting!
Waiting for Ji Chuan's order, whether to kill or stay, all in one thought.

Mu Jue's gaze became colder and colder, as if it was extremely cold, causing Wu Zhi's pupils to shrink and he shuddered.

"Ji Qianhu, you have to think clearly, if you really caught me, how should you face my Shaolin Thunder Wrath." Wu Zhi swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

Ji Chuan came over, looked down at Wu Zhi who was in a state of embarrassment, and said with a sneer: "You are a prisoner, and you dare to threaten Ji, I don't know who gave you the courage.

You really think that Shaolin is unscrupulous and rampant in the capital. "

Wuzhi's face turned pale suddenly. Judging from the worries of several masters and uncles, the trip was not smooth, but Shaolin has always been the supreme existence of martial arts.

Don't allow others to disobey, let alone hurt Shaolin monks, I am afraid that the old birthday star hanged himself and lived impatiently.

What Ji Chuan did made some casual cultivators very happy, it could dampen Shaolin's spirit, and make them secretly happy.

He showed sympathy to Ji Chuan, beat the Shaolin disciple, and caused a catastrophe.

Those bald donkeys in Shaolin will not let it go, this Jinyiwei Qianhu will be in trouble.

There is such a thought in everyone's heart.

Jin Yiwei's movements are not slow, those Shaolin monks are not the strongest in the Xiantian realm, and they can't do a few tricks in Ye Qingming's hands. In addition, Zhao You, a congenital late-stage warrior, fell to the ground one after another, and was defeated by Jin Yiwei. Tiqi pressed up.

"Oh." Ji Chuan sneered at Wu Zhi, and raised his voice: "Shaolin disciples fought openly in the capital, causing unexplained injuries to the people in the city, disobedience to the court's laws, and openly resisting Jin Yiwei. .”

At the end, Ji Chuan's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly shouted: "Immediately send him to Zhenfu Sizhao Prison, where he will be locked up and wait for the Zhenfu envoy to deal with him."

Shaolin disciples are hot potatoes, and Ji Chuan wanted to manage this area well, so he had to make an example of them.

Once this matter is over, Ji Chuan believes that the southwest corner of the capital will be much calmer.

Even Shaolin dares to move, if you want to cause trouble again, you have to think about whether you have enough weight.

In the end, Ji Chuan did not forget to drag Chen Wei into the water, if he was there, Shaolin Temple would make trouble, and there would be taller ones.

Ji Chuan tilted his head slightly, called Zhao You over, and said in a low voice: "You should tell Chen Zhenfu about this as soon as possible, and you must dare to go before Shaolin knows about it!"

Zhao Youning nodded emphatically, hitting a Shaolin disciple is easy, the key lies in how to deal with the aftermath and how to deal with Shaolin Thunder's wrath.

Then, Ji Chuan said to Ye Qingming: "If they are dishonest and let the ghosts serve them, the first seven chapters of Xingshiunshu are all kinds of cruel methods of torture and extorting confessions, which are not for watching."

Recalling those tortures, Ye Qingming shuddered. Hearing Ji Chuan's words, he gasped and thought Ji Chuan was so cruel.

How could the delicate skin and tender flesh withstand that kind of torture? He had also been exposed to the torture of Jin Yiwei called the prison, and compared with the various cruel methods of the torture and shield technique, it was a world of difference.

"Okay!" Ye Qingming was faintly afraid, and then changed his mind: "Then what should these Xuanyin sect disciples do?"

Ji Chuan glanced at him in surprise, and said in confusion: "What should I do, of course let him go.

I took down Shaolin to make an example to the monkeys, and the Xuanyin faction was not charged with self-defense.

As officials of the imperial court, we cannot wrong others at will. "

Ji Chuan's words didn't mean to hide anything, not only Ye Qingming, but the rest of Jin Yiwei stared at Ji Chuan who was talking nonsense with his eyes wide open, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said inwardly: "Then Shaolin will be framed forcibly, and it can't be done. Feel free to wrong others?"

Afterwards, regardless of what everyone thought, Ji Chuan said to the disciples of the Xuanyin Sect, "Let's go, don't fight with others in the city in the future."

All the disciples of the Xuanyin faction knew that Ji Chuan let them go because of his brother's face, otherwise they would have to go to Zhao Prison, and even if they finally came out, they would have to shed a layer of skin.

The Xuanyin Sect disciple bowed slightly, bowed his hands and said: "Thank you, Master Ji, I will definitely not cause trouble for you in the future."

Ji Chuan waved his hand, indicating that they can leave.

The Shaolin monk who hadn't left yet witnessed this scene with his own eyes. Wu Zhi's eyes were about to burst, and finally he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, cursing: "Ji Chuan, you dog official, you planted the blame, harbored evil intentions, and disrespected me in Shaolin. , When my uncle comes, you can't eat and walk around."

Ji Chuan turned a deaf ear and waved his hand. Jin Yiwei Tiqi escorted Wu Zhi, who was cursing all the way, to Zhen Fu Si Zhao Prison.

During this period, Wuzhi didn't have the demeanor of a Shaolin master, and he could say all kinds of dirty words, which opened the eyes of all the casual practitioners.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Shaolin is ashamed..."

"Hey, I've seen Shaolin upset a long time ago, it's so satisfying!"

The next moment, Ji Chuan turned his gaze, making the noisy scene quiet.

The needle can be heard when it hits the ground!

Facing this ruthless Jinyiwei Qianhu, he couldn't help lowering his head slightly, not daring to meet Ji Chuan's eyes, even if he glanced at him.

"From now on, I will be in charge of this area. Ji hopes that this place will be safe and sound, otherwise today's scene will be your end." Ji Chuan's faint voice echoed endlessly, mixed with the power of the Dao Heart, the Dafa, and the Yang God. Like a demon god who devours the earth, it frightens everyone.

"Yes, Ji Qianhu!"

All the casual cultivators were awe-inspiring, and hurriedly bowed to Ji Chuan and said in unison.

The consequences of their crimes are probably worse than those in Shaolin, killing them on the spot is just a matter of leisure, they have no backing, and Ji Chuan doesn't even need to be afraid.

With this in mind, no one dares to obey the law.

Ye Qingming's heart was shocked by such power, and he stared at Ji Chuan in a daze.

Yao wanted to meet Ji Chuan for the first time, but after a while, he didn't expect that it would take a long time for him to change so suddenly that even casual practitioners in the world would have to be in awe.

This is power, unparalleled power, coupled with the strongest force, it can be said to be invulnerable.

Ji Chuan gave everyone a cold look, and left without saying anything.

"Anyone who violates the laws of the court, no matter who they are, will be killed on the spot."

A murderous and awe-inspiring voice came, causing the pupils of the casual cultivators to shrink and their hearts to tremble.

Ji Chuan continued to inspect the southwest corner, and what happened just now spread to all parts of the capital like wind and clouds, and there was a scene of a storm coming.

The benefits are obvious. After today, there are very few fights in Jichuan's jurisdiction, and even if there are, they are all cautious.

After Ji Chuan killed some rebellious people with iron and blood, the southwest corner of the capital was completely quiet.

No one dared to stroke Ji Chuan's beard.

Of course, these are things for later, so let’s not mention them for now.

(End of this chapter)