Chapter 71 Subsequent Troubles, the Powerful Yan Jun

"I'm back, I'm finally back, I'm scared to death!"

"Senior Sword God did not make things difficult for us, thank you Senior Sword God."

"By the way, where is the director of the Law Enforcement Bureau?"

When someone asked this question, many people were silent.

Although they did not see Sun Ze being killed, they could imagine that he might be in danger if they thought about it for a moment.

Alas, it's a pity that after finally cultivating to this level and climbing to a high position, he was still beheaded.

At this time, many people re-entered the live broadcast room, the screen reappeared, and they poured in one after another.

"What happened? The Internet was suddenly disconnected?"

"Yes, I thought you were attacked by aliens? What kind of isolation formation was used to cut off the Internet?"

"Hey, why did the giant sword disappear? Where are the people on the other side? Why are they gone?"

"No way, did Senior Sword God kill them?"

"Anchor, please explain!"

Countless questions emerged in everyone's minds, and they urged the anchor to tell the reason.

The live broadcasters are also confused, where is Sun Zeren? They didn't know either, but Sun Ze's colleagues knew about it, and they all ran away just now.

Therefore, the anchors could only reveal what they knew.

"It's probably dead. I bet ten dollars that Sun Ze will die. If I guess wrong, all my friends in front of the screen will share my ten dollars equally. If I win, everyone will lose ten dollars to me. How about that?" ?”

"Fuck you!"

"Why are you swearing? It's not polite!"

"I still..."

"Look, someone is coming!"

In the sky, three streams of light of different colors flew.

They were extremely fast. They were far away when they first saw them, but they were already close in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ke and Professor Wang were mixed in the crowd, and their surprised expressions never disappeared.

Whether it was the red giant sword that had just been horizontal in the sky, the specific size of which could not be seen, or the sword domain of the senior sword god, they were not able to come into contact with it now.

Even Zhao Ke's face remained shocked for a long time.

However, she quickly came to her senses and made a phone call.

Distant Jicheng.

In the villa.

Ever since Zhao Ke left Jicheng, Lin Yu had become a little lonely and felt empty.

He had no intention of practicing and just read some miscellaneous books to pass the time.

At this time, a clone suddenly woke up.

Then, he understood that the clone had learned the first level of "Ten Thousand Treasures Condensing Art"!

Lin Yu was overjoyed and quickly took back the clone and merged the clone's memory. He quickly understood the essence of the technique, only lacking in proficiency.

The energy in the body was converted into the fire attribute, and then using the "Ten Thousand Treasures Condensing Art", the flame energy gathered in the palm of the hand, and after a while, a flaming sword was condensed and formed.

This weapon was fiery red in color, and its surface reflected light like a crystal. He tried swinging it a few times and found that it was no different from the real weapon. The only drawback is that it will slowly dissipate if you don't keep injecting energy.

The first level of skills can only condense first-level equipment, but it is sharper and stronger than the Tang Dao, but it is still too far behind to break through the defense of high-level ferocious beasts.

However, this is just the beginning. With the help of clones, the tenth level of the technique is just around the corner.

"The clones will no longer lack equipment in the future!" Lin Yu was overjoyed and waved his weapon.

At this time, the sound of beeping was heard.

Lin Yu put the long sword aside, opened his watch and looked at it, and found that the call was from Zhao Ke.

Click to answer.

Zhao Ke: "The Sword God has come to Central City. The director of the Law Enforcement Bureau may be dead. Please open the live broadcast software and watch!"

Lin Yu: "It came so fast!"

Zhao Ke: "Yes, the day I came to Central City, my heart has not stopped and has been beating crazily."

Zhao Ke: "A new situation has arisen. Please enter the live broadcast room quickly and observe the skills of Senior Sword God. It will help you practice."

Lin Yu: "Okay, I get it!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yu opened the live broadcast software and found a large number of Sword God live broadcast rooms.

He casually clicked on one to enter the live broadcast room, and found that the barrage was densely packed, covering the live broadcast screen. Lin Yu had no choice but to close the barrage.

He finally saw the appearance of the Sword God Li Qinglian.

I saw that he was wearing a blue shirt, with a green lotus ribbon tied around his waist, with long hair hanging on his shoulders, a pair of melancholy eyes under his eyebrows, a slender body, handsome and handsome.

"You look so young!" Lin Yu sighed slightly.

At this time, the sword god in the picture suddenly looked to the sky, everyone also looked to the sky, and the camera also moved to the sky.

"Someone is coming!".

Central City!

The sword god looked up at the sky.

Three streams of light flew in the air. When he saw these three streams of light, he exhaled a breath and felt a little more relaxed.

After a while, three streams of light of different colors landed not far from the Sword God.

The Sword God smiled and said, "You are here."

When the three of them saw the scene, they secretly thought that everything was over!

But when you think about the character of the Sword God, it's not surprising.

Fuyaozi was wearing a Taoist robe and holding a compass in his hand. He looked like a middle-aged man. He smiled and said, "I heard the news about you, so I came to help you."

The holy monk also looked like a middle-aged man, but he was tall, almost two meters tall, with muscles all over his body, like a diamond. He chanted the Buddha's name:

"Amitabha, the donor is still the same as before, without the sophistication of the world, and has a pure heart. This is the heart of Buddha, and I admire it."

The sword god laughed and said, "You monk, you are still so serious. This is the heart of sword, not the heart of Buddha. Don't call everything your Buddhist."

The divine monk smiled and chanted the Buddha's name again: "The donor is teaching me that I am obsessed with appearances."

The young driver riding a white tiger said, "This monk has his old problem again. Qinglian, no matter what happens today, I will stand on your side!"

The three are all big shots, the deans of the top ten famous schools, and the founders. They are all powerful and are also important figures in the entire human race.

With their support, Li Qinglian's pressure was reduced suddenly, which is enough to show the depth of their friendship.

The Sword God smiled and said, "With your help, any trouble will disappear!"

The driver agreed, "Qinglian is right. Even if the cabinet elders come today, we will never step back. Sun Ze dares to bully our Qinglian. This is the elder's dereliction of duty. It's okay if he doesn't come. If he dares to come, I must question him in person."

After the driver finished speaking, he patted the white tiger's head, looking like he was not afraid of anything.

Suddenly, an old and majestic voice came from behind him. Hearing this voice, he shuddered instantly.

He turned his head stiffly and saw the familiar old man, who was looking at him with a smile on his face.

The driver said awkwardly, "Elder, why are you here? What I just said was nonsense. Don't mind it, hahahaha!!!"

After speaking, he quickly hid behind the Sword God.

Among the human race, the Sword God is recognized as the best attacker, and the old man is known as the best defender. However, he was once seriously injured for protecting the human race, which greatly reduced his life span. As a result, he has become a white-haired old man at the age of just over 300.

Among these people, the old man is the oldest, 30 or 40 years older than the Sword God and others.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Where is Sun Ze?"

"Dead!" The Sword God said lightly.

"Do you know your crime?" the old man asked.

"What crime do you want to punish me for?" the Sword God asked.

The old man was slightly startled and was about to get angry, when suddenly a red stream of light flew from a distance.

Everyone looked up and saw that the stream of light quickly fell to the ground.

Yan Jun threw the few people in his hand to the ground and said:

"Old man, you must open your eyes and don't slander good people. I went to the scene of the incident and investigated the whole story."

"Now, these people are the gang that framed Zhou Yang. You can interrogate them!"