Chapter 424 Zhou Yu's Fear

It took more than half an hour to hike from the foot of Huangshan Mountain to Guangmingding. This was still the result of Ming Cult at full speed. The Ming Cult did not block or prevent it.

"Stop!" When rushing through the sea of ​​fire, someone finally stopped Kaixin and Zhou Zhiruo in front of the stone steps towards the top of Guangming: "You are so brave, you dare to join our Ming Cult."

The person who appeared was the incense master of Fengyang Branch of the Ming Cult, "Zhou Yu", whose eyes swept through Zhou Zhiruo's natural curve of charming bones, and the latter stepped forward to explain in time.

Then, Zhou Yu smiled slightly and his eyes fell back to Kaixin: "It turned out that he had taken over the task, congratulations." After that, he calmly made way out without obstructing him.

“…”

Happy has been loving Zhou Yu for a long time. Seeing that the other party was elegant and elegant, he immediately clasped his fists and nodded, took Zhou Zhiruo past the other party and headed to the top of Guangming.

The two people's backs quickly left.

"Brother Zhou, why did you let him go so easily? The mistress died in his hands." The sound of clothes, and the flute man appeared behind Zhou Yu with a reluctance on his face.

Zhou Yu slowly turned around and said, "I know, if it was someone else, it would be a good idea to say that he would not have to talk to him, but he brought Zhou Zhiruo. Oh, the woman who cannot move in the mission, if the leader knows, our efforts today will be in vain..." After a pause, he said, "The mistress died in the hands of happiness. It is not unfair. The first among famous masters is indeed worthy of his reputation. Moreover, even if we join forces today, we may not be able to keep him."

"Hmph! I can't calm down. When I think of the mistress dying in the hands of this kid, he even got the hidden mission of our Ming Cult Light Head, I was so angry." The flute man was not as broad-minded as Zhou Yu.

"Then try to improve your strength. Otherwise, you can't deal with the happy life alone." Speaking of this, Zhou Yu looked up at his head and sighed with emotion: "I remember that my younger sister reminded me to be happy at the beginning, but I didn't care at that time. I had known that he could soar into the sky on the birthday of the emperor, and said that he would rob his dart and discuss with him."

"It's not too late now." The flute man's eyes flashed.

Zhou Yu glanced at him lightly and said slowly: "The 4th section of the National Protection Sword, how much attack speed can be increased and how much damage can be increased, you can calculate it."

"By the way, that's a 4th-level first-grade famous weapon, why didn't it appear on the magic weapon list?" After Zhou Yu tweeted, the flute man was shocked and raised the volume incredibly: "There has not been updated yet, what's going on?"

"Ask me? You asked the wrong person."

A light flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes: "The book was compiled by Bai Xiaosheng. I have to ask him this question! I want to know more now, besides the 4-stage national sword, how many 4-stage equipment does Kaixin have on him?"

“…”

Just when the flute man was surprised by the information that Zhou Yu had invisibly noticed, he happily took Zhou Zhiruo to the Ming Cult's General Assembly without any obstacles.

After all, the disciples of the six major sects had retreated from Huangshan, and the arrival of the two did not arouse the fierce reactions of the Ming Cult disciples. Hearing the purpose of the visit, Song Yuanqiao was quickly found.

The excited Song Qingshu was followed. He must have heard from the disciples of the Ming Cult that the Emei Sect had reported something, and asked Zhou Zhiruo, and followed him.

"Haha, it turns out to be the Happy Young Hero..." Song Yuanqiao saw Kaixin again, and there was a bit of complexity on his face. After all, Zhang Wuji was the child of his fifth brother, Kaixin almost killed Zhang Wuji, but he still showed an open-minded mind: "Young Hero Zhe returned, what's the matter?"

Song Qingshu simply came to Zhou Zhiruo directly and showed his attentiveness: "Junior Sister Zhiruo, why are you here?"

Zhou Zhiruo ignored Song Qingshu and knelt down on one knee, which scared Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu: "Song Hero! The Emei Sect was attacked by the court's hawks and dogs. Now hundreds of disciples are in danger. My master is also in danger. I hope that Song Hero will take action to rescue him!"

He looked at Song Qingshu happily but strangely. He remembered that Song Qingshu should have returned to Wudang with the team of troops and was captured. How could he be here?

"What!"

Sure enough, Song Yuanqiao's face changed drastically: "Please get up quickly, what happened, let's talk about it in detail."

As big things come to an end, Song Qingshu dared not act rashly. Zhou Zhiruo, who stood aside and listened to the rise, told the whole thing...

Song Yuanqiao's face changed again and again, and he was extremely solemn.

"not good!"

"If the six major sects meet at the same time, wouldn't my sixth brother..."

"Dad, Uncle Six is ​​in danger!" Song Qingshu remembered that in order to take care of Zhang Wuji, Song Yuanqiao stayed in the Ming Cult with Uncle Seven, but Uncle Six brought Wudang disciples back on the same route and sent the news that Zhang Wuji was not dead back to Wudang.

"Let's go and have a look."

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Song Yuanqiao shook his head solemnly: "There are many masters in the court. This ambush of the six major sects must have sent a large number of masters. It is too late for us to go here, and it may be possible to ruin ourselves."

"Song Daxia, please save my master!"

Zhou Zhiruo was anxious when she heard this and burst into tears.

"Miss Zhou, don't be anxious. If you want to save your master, you must ask for help from the Ming Cult. I will discuss it with Wuji." Song Yuanqiao said solemnly.

"Isn't Zhang Wuji recovering from his injuries?"

A look of guilt and worry flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and she caught up with Song Yuanqiao. Unexpectedly, the concern in her tone aroused serious dissatisfaction from Song Qingshu, and the hatred in her eyes flashed away.

"Wuji is carrying the Nine Yang Divine Power, and has excellent physical condition. He has recovered after taking medicine for a while. By the way, I forgot to tell you that Wuji has now been elected as the leader of the Ming Cult."

“…”

Zhou Zhiruo was so shocked by the sudden news that she couldn't speak.

Song Qingshu snorted: "The leader of the Demon Cult, sooner or later, he will be finished."

"Qingshu!"

Under Song Yuanqiao's reprimanding gaze, the group came to the inner hall of Guangmingding General Hall and saw Zhang Wuji who had cleaned his face. The latter was helping the seven masters of the Ming Cult heal their wounds. From afar, they could feel the latter's hot and pure internal force coming to their faces.

Happy, Zhou Zhiruo, who was both the one who had hurt Zhang Wuji, immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the seven masters of the Ming Cult: "Song Daxia, why did you bring these two people in?"

"Miss Zhou."

However, Zhang Wuji did not think too much, immediately withdrew his merits, comforted Yang Xiao and others, and came to Zhou Zhiruo.

The latter gave a gift: "The little girl Zhou Zhiruo, who has seen Master Zhang, asked Master Zhang to take action and save my master."

"Your master? Master Mie Jue? What's wrong with him?" Zhang Wuji's expression of joy suddenly calmed down and he swept towards Kaixin in confusion...

I noticed that Zhang Wuji had no warning and resentful eyes on his face, and felt a little guilty.

"Zhang Zhengzhu is kind-hearted. He has a hero like Zhang who is in charge of the Ming Cult. It's a blessing in the martial arts world!" He happily said the opening remark and repeated Zhou Zhiruo's words.

"When six major sects are attacked, people in the martial arts world will definitely calculate this account on our Ming Cult! Master, since we have decided to revive the Ming Cult, our Ming Cult probably must take charge of it." Yang Xiao walked up to speak out, but his eyes were sweeping around Happy and Zhou Zhiruo's faces.
Chapter completed!