Immortal Martial Arts: Swordsmanship with Cursive Characters at the Beginning

　　He clearly had murdered him not long ago, yet he still wanted to recruit him?

　　"What? You don't want to?" Zhu Hao frowned, and the invisible pressure suddenly fell, making Huang Xuemei suddenly come back to his senses.

　　Nodding: "No, I will!"

　　What a joke, if not helpless, who really wants to die?

　　If it were the past, it would be a shameful thing to submit to the imperial court.

　　On the rivers and lakes, anyone will be ridiculed.

　　But after today, I am afraid that no one will say such words again.

　　The ninth princes of the Ming Dynasty were conferred gods in the first battle, like a sword fairy who came to the world, with the appearance of suppressing the world.

　　Following him under his command is much better than being an elder in those Jianghu sects.

　　Hearing this, Zhu Hao nodded with satisfaction, and said again, "However, this king put the scandal in the front."

　　"There are very few people in the rivers and lakes who practice rhythm exercises. You are destined to not be able to form a team as easily as Jiange. Most of them need to go to the rivers and lakes to search for well-qualified seedlings to train!"

　　"The difficulties and obstacles cannot be explained clearly in one sentence!"

　　"If in the end, this king can't see the results, and he is punished for several crimes, you will know that there are punishments in this world that are countless times crueler than the death penalty!"

　　In the end, Zhu Hao's voice was cold to the bone.

　　Huang Xuemei trembled all over, lowered her head and bit her red lips tightly, nodding heavily, "This subordinate will definitely live up to the expectations of the Ninth Prince!"

　　Zhu Hao nodded, his mind moved, and the long sword surrounded by Huang Xuemei suddenly withdrew.

　　Huang Xuemei breathed a sigh of relief, her footsteps staggering.

　　"This king will stay in Fuzhou City for half a month, and within half a month, I want to see the first batch of people you choose!"

　　The words fell, and the sword light rushed into the sky and disappeared.

　　"Xuemei, do you really want to submit to the imperial court to do things for him?" the man asked with a frown.

　　"Otherwise?" Huang Xuemei said: "And... it's not a bad thing to be under the ninth prince's command!"

　　"Then... are you still looking for your brother?"

　　As soon as these words came out, Huang Xuemei's eyes flashed a strong tangled color.

　　At this moment, an ethereal voice came from a distance.

　　"By the way, I forgot to tell you that your brother is still alive and well!"

　　hum!

　　Huang Xuemei raised her head abruptly, the light in her eyes skyrocketed.

　　Then he turned around and disappeared.

　　"Xuemei, what are you doing?"

　　"Find someone to form Tianyin Pavilion!"

　　……

　　In the city of Fuzhou, there is a ruined Fuwei Security Bureau.

　　Dozens of Jiange disciples were guarding the surroundings with solemn expressions, full of solemnity.

　　A figure wrapped in a black robe was moaning faintly on the ground.

　　A thick fine iron chain was wrapped around his body, and Feng Qingyang and Lin Yuantu were guarded by the two great masters.

　　Whoosh!

　　The sword light fell from the sky, and Zhu Hao's figure slowly emerged.

　　"Ninth Prince!" Everyone was shocked and rushed up to salute.

　　Zhu Hao raised his hand to interrupt, separated the crowd directly, and walked to the side of the man in black robe.

　　At this moment, his face towel has been removed, revealing an old face, with a big bald head on his head, and a ring scar on the bald head.

　　"Reporting to the ninth prince, this fellow is very strange. It looks like he is a person from Shaolin Temple, but the martial arts and martial arts that he used during the fight just now cannot match any unique skills of Shaolin Temple!"

　　Lin Yuantu said strangely: "Moreover, the martial arts he displayed are extremely powerful. He clearly studied it carefully, not just to disguise his identity..."

　　The martial arts that can even outperform Lin Yuantu in a fight is naturally not something superficial.

　　Hearing this, Zhu Hao raised the corner of his mouth and said, "What can't you figure out! He originally entered Shaolin with a martial arts skill. Strictly speaking... he is the kung fu of Shaolin Temple, not the martial arts he is best at!"

　　Hearing this, the people around were startled.

　　Only the man in black robe suddenly changed his expression and looked at Zhu Hao with horror.

　　Zhu Hao raised his palm and swept out his infuriating energy.

　　Snapped!

　　The man in black robe was beaten and rolled, blood foaming from his mouth.

　　At the same time, the skin from his neck to the base of his ears wrinkled strangely.

　　The people present were all old rivers and lakes, and they understood it immediately.

　　Lin Yuantu took a step forward, grabbed the wrinkled skin, and yanked it violently.

　　Hiss!

　　A whole piece of human skin was torn off, but the bloody scene was not imagined.

　　It turned out that there was another face hidden under this human skin.

　　This face is much younger than the original appearance, without white eyebrows and white beard, and there are few wrinkles on the face.

　　"You are..." Feng Qingyang looked at this face, vaguely remembered something, and suddenly exclaimed: "Hunyuan thunderbolt hand Chengkun?"

　　"Haha... I didn't expect that after so many years, someone still remembers this name!"

　　Cheng Kun spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed to himself.

　　The name Hunyuan Thunderbolt was very loud in the past.

　　His talent is extremely high, and he has fought all over the rivers and lakes with one-handed Hunyuan Gong and thunderbolt boxing, and he became famous very early.

　　Also resourceful and ruthless.

　　It's just that for some reason, Cheng Kun suddenly disappeared without a sound when his reputation was so dry.

　　No one knows what happened to him.

　　No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

　　He never imagined that he would run into the Shaolin Temple incognito and become a monk when he was most in high spirits.

　　It's been so many years!

　　Cheng Kun was just a little surprised that Feng Qingyang broke his identity.

　　His eyes stayed on Zhu Hao's face, and he asked inexplicably, "How did you discover my identity?".

Chapter 41

　　Zhu Hao directly chose to ignore Cheng Kun's question.

　　In fact, he didn't even look at him.

　　"Go get a glass of wine!" he commanded lightly.

　　Although the people around were puzzled, they still respectfully brought a glass of wine.

　　Zhu Hao reached out to take it, and flicked his fingers on the wine glass.

　　It worked smartly, and all the drinks in it were immediately emptied into the air.

　　Immediately, he glanced away from the wine glass, used his infuriating energy with both palms, and put the wine into his palms.

　　It's sizzling!

　　I didn't see how he moved. After two breaths, a thin, icy ice cube appeared in Zhu Hao's palm.

　　Even in this night, there is still white gas.

　　"This is..." Cheng Kun's originally calm expression changed when he saw this scene.

　　Life and death sign!

　　"Why are you the life and death talisman of the Xiaoyao faction?" He was puzzled, and the mood in his eyes gradually changed to panic.

　　If you want to talk about the most cruel way of torturing people in martial arts, the life and death talisman is definitely enough to rank among the top.

　　As long as you understand the method, even if there is only a pool of water around you, it can be transformed into a horrible nightmare.

　　Compared with those poisons that require a lot of poisonous weeds and poisonous insects, such as the Three Corpse Brain Pill, it is simply more than one grade.

　　"You have a lot of questions, and I don't know which one to answer..." Zhu Hao flipped his palm, and the life and death talisman slowly floated up.

　　Cheng Kun's eyes snapped open, subconsciously trying to use his inner strength to resist the attack of this life-and-death talisman.

　　But in vain!

　　Zhu Hao's internal force wrapped around the surface of the life and death talisman directly penetrated his defense, making the life and death talisman silently merge into his body.

　　"Uh..." He felt the chilling power melt into his blood at an extremely fast speed, making it difficult to trace.

　　Cheng Kun's face was ashes.

　　Suddenly, he raised his brows, and the facial features on his face unconsciously twisted together.

　　The teeth clenched, and the bound hands were tightly clasped together, as if they were enduring some kind of unstoppable pain.

　　what--

　　He suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted loudly, his inner strength gurgled, and the entire bound body bounced up, rolled continuously in the air, and fell heavily.

　　He rubbed his head on the soil frantically, as if he wanted to pierce the earth.

　　On the side, Lin Yuantu and the others saw this scene, and couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts.