The Road to Dominance in All Worlds, Starting from Brother Qiang

Hearing Murong Bai's request again at this time, without further delay, Dang even called Xiao Zhang, who was joking with Zhou Zhiruo at the other end of the cabin, over.

"Great Master, Big Brother Zhao."

After classmate Xiao Zhang came in front of the two, Zhenren Zhang pulled him into his arms and sat down, and said to him with a smile, "Wuji, the cold poison on your body is cured."

Zhang Wuji was still wondering why Master Zhang and Murong Bai called him over when they were talking, but when he heard what Master Zhang said, he was overjoyed and shouted, "Really?!"

Although he had mentioned it to Zhang Zhenren earlier, it would not be a bad thing if he really died.

At least he can reunite with his deceased parents in Huangquan and enjoy family happiness again.

But as a human being, who doesn't want to live in this world for a long time?

Although this muddy world seems to be extremely unfriendly to Xiao Zhang, he still has his Taishifu, foster father, six senior uncles and many other relatives who care deeply about him.

Today, there is also a younger sister Zhiruo who is similar to her own life experience and is extremely pitiful.

Zhang Wuji didn't want to die, but because of the cold poison, he knew that he had already lost much life.

The already desperate young man suddenly heard such good news from Zhang Zhen's mouth at this moment, how could he bear the joy in his heart?

At this time, Zhang Wuji had already tightly grasped Zhang Zhenren's big hands at some point, afraid that what the great master said was just a joke, afraid that the hope of survival that suddenly appeared in front of him would also be cut off.

Zhang Zhenren also saw the worry in Zhang Wuji's heart. He pulled out his palm and put it heavily on the back of Zhang Wuji's palm, nodded kindly to confirm, "Really."

He smiled and said to Zhang Wuji, "Do you remember Tai Shifu told you that there is a martial art in this world that happens to be the biggest nemesis of cold poison in your body?"

"What your elder brother Zhao practiced is exactly this Nine Suns Divine Art."

As Zhang Zhenren raised his hand and pointed, Murong Bai also picked up Zhang Zhenren's words, smiled and nodded at Zhang Wuji and said, "I have promised Zhang Zhenren that I will use my own nine yang zhenqi to remove the cold in your body. poison."

After all, seeing Xiao Zhang's brighter and brighter eyes, he suddenly shook his head and joked, "I'm afraid that I'm not good at learning, so I won't be able to do my best and delay the illness of Brother Wuji."

But Zhang Wuji is worthy of being a precocious person, he took a deep breath, and suppressed all the joy on his face.

Then he saluted Murong Bai solemnly, and said solemnly, "Whether my cold poison can be cured or not, Zhang Wuji will never forget Brother Zhao's life-saving grace!"

Immortal Zhang is at the side, how could Murong Bai let his beloved Zhongbao do such a big gift to him?

Murong Bai hastily raised his hand to hold Zhang Wuji, so that Zhang Wuji's courtesy could only be halfway and he had to withdraw it.

Glancing at Zhang Wuji, Murong Bai pretended to complain, "Why is brother Wuji so polite?"

Then he changed his tone, looked at Zhenren Zhang and Xiaozhang with fixed eyebrows, and sighed, "Before helping Brother Wuji, there is one thing that I want to tell Brother Wuji and Zhenren Zhang in advance. understand."

He is about to start his performance and start a new round of his story.

But Zhenren Zhang and classmate Xiao Zhang didn't know what was going on in Murong Bai's mind, seeing Murong Bai's serious expression at this time, they both straightened their sitting postures at the same time.

"Brother Zhao, please tell me."

Nodding to Zhang Wuji, Murong Bai took a deep breath and began to speak, "Brother Wuji should know that I am a disciple of Kunlun."

"And what I want to tell brother Wuji today is related to Mingjiao Xie Xun."

He already had a draft in his mind, and at this moment, organizing his words, he was about to tell the story that he had been preparing for a long time.

With such a story, coupled with the merit of healing classmate Xiao Zhang with the Nine Suns Divine Art, it is enough for the Wudang and Kunlun factions to ease the relationship and form an ally.

Unexpectedly, Murong Bai only said the words "Mingjiao Xie Xun", Xiao Zhang's expression changed drastically immediately, he stood up from his seat suddenly, and shouted loudly at Murong Bai, "I don't know!"

He only thought that Murong Bai, like many people in the Jianghu, came here for the dragon-slaying sword in the hands of his adoptive father.

If he betrayed his adoptive father just for his own survival, this is something Zhang Wuji would never do anyway.

But at this time, the words "I'm dead" had already flowed into his throat, and he could blurt out as soon as he saw it, but to Zhang Wuji, these simple words seemed to have turned into a huge stone, stuck tightly in his mouth. His expression changed many times, but it was hard to tell Murong Bai about it.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's shout, and seeing Zhang Wuji's facial expression at this time, Murong Bai finally guessed a little bit of what was going on in his heart.

Glancing at Zhang Zhenren's eyes that also changed, Murong Bai smiled in self-consciousness, shook his head at them and said, "Really Zhang, Brother Wuji, did you misunderstand something?"

He smiled and said, "Although what I'm going to say next has something to do with Mingjiao Xie Xun, it's definitely not about the dragon-slaying sword."

Immediately, Murong Bai Jiang's eyes glinted, and he said with a sneer, "You can become the supreme martial artist with only one sword? I don't know how this rumor came out, but because of this dragon-slaying sword, I don't know how many people have died over the past few decades." How unwise are the heroes of the Jianghu and the people of the world!"

These words are loud and full of momentum.

In connection with Murong Bai's previous words and deeds, Zhang Zhenren believed most of his words.

He pulled Zhang Wuji to sit next to him again, patted his palm lightly, and then signaled Murong Bai to continue, "Okay, Hao'er, continue."

Murong Bai made a sad and sad expression, and after taking a deep breath, he said to Zhang Zhenren and the two, "Zhang Zhenren, this is a secret in our sect, and you must not tell others about it. My former head of Kunlun , my master Bai Luzi died at the hands of Mingjiao Yang Xiao, and the enmity between the two factions began."

After a short pause, Murong Bai continued, "What's more, Xie Xun, as one of the four guardians of the Ming Cult, has repeatedly acted as the vanguard of the Ming Cult to the outside world. Under that Xie Xun's fist, the grievances and grievances between the two sides have accumulated deeper and deeper, no matter how difficult it is to resolve..."

Chapter 129 On How to Wipe Master's Ass

Chapter 129

When Murong Bai said these words, the complexions of Zhang Zhenren and Xiao Zhang's classmates all changed.

But Master Zhang was thinking that there was still such a grudge between the Kunlun School and the Mingjiao, and that Bai Luzi, the former head of the Kunlun School, lost his news for no reason because he died at the hands of Mingjiao Yang Xiao.

He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "It turns out that such an amazing and talented person as the head of Bailuzi died unfortunately at the hands of the villains of the Ming Cult..."

If it was a few years ago, Zhenren Zhang would never have said such a thing.

He has always thought that the two words, good and evil, have always been indistinguishable. If the people of the righteous way have no righteous intentions, they are considered evil, but if the people of the evil school are dedicated to good, then they can be said to be righteous.

But ever since Zhang Wuxia was implicated and killed because of his wife Yin Susu, and the third apprentice Yu Daiyan was also injured by Yin Susu's poisonous needle, and that's why his legs were crippled and he became a disabled person. Yingjiao really can't feel the slightest favor.