Chapter 135 The Death of the True Transmission

Change clothes and go out to find an opportunity to kill and touch the corpse and return!

Li Yuan's movements were smooth and there was no delay.

With the blessing of Liuhe Boots, he could step up and down to cover a hundred meters, and he did not alarm any patrolling disciples until he returned to the house.

When he first entered the house, he was groping and familiarizing himself with the environment. "Huh!"

Li Yuan did not exhale until he closed the door. The sweat and rain were burned by the high temperature like water vapor.

It only took a few minutes from the sudden attack to touching the corpse, but his physical and mental energy consumption was still huge. At this time, he relaxed and felt sore all over.

After swallowing a blood-enhancing pill, Li Yuan recalled what happened tonight and thought that he had not missed anything. Thanks to the blessing of Liuhe Boots, even if there were patrolling disciples on the road, he was easily avoided.

"Squeak"

Under the bed, the little mouse made a frightened cry, and the gray hair on its body stood up. It was very sensitive and spiritual. "Well, except for this little mouse."

Li Yuan glanced at it and changed his clothes quickly.

He put away his linen hat, boots, human skin mask and short-handled drum hammer. He shook his strength to dispel the coldness and felt refreshed all over.

"As expected of the fourth true disciple, he is resistant to attacks."

Li Yuan sat down and thought about today's battle after lighting the oil lamp.

The blessing of the Liuhe boots was somewhat beyond his expectations. Ding Zhi's speed reaction was completely crushed by him, but his resistance was still amazing.

If it weren't for the sudden blow that crippled his right hand and forced him to be unable to hold the sword, tonight might not have been so smooth. "Shape-changing warriors should not be underestimated."

Li Yuan took off his gold-thread gloves and moved his numb fingers:

"When the strength is released one foot, the energy reaches three feet. The internal energy is indeed fierce, and even a heavy hammer cannot completely isolate the internal energy... If it weren't for these gloves, I'm afraid I would have been injured."

The internal energy is already the limit of one foot away from the body, but the penetrating explosive power of the internal energy is too amazing. In the final collision, his internal organs were impacted.

This is because the gloves isolate most of the internal energy.

"With the blessing of the palm soldier, my strength, explosive power, and speed all surpass Ding Zhi, and it was a sneak attack. In this battle, the chance of winning is on me."

Li Yuan was doing a post-war review.

Since the first time he made a move until now, he has maintained this good habit, analyzing gains and losses, and learning lessons and experiences. Compared with the earliest sneak attack on Qin Xiong, he now knows how to choose a location and create opportunities.

"I can also win if I face him head-on, but sneak attacks are undoubtedly very important. Without that sudden hammer, maybe I can't kill him tonight?"

Li Yuan weighed the gains and losses, comparing the gap between him and the shape-changing warrior. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "There is only one life, and sneak attacks are also a means to defeat the enemy."

After a while, when the stinging on his body disappeared, Li Yuan pushed open the door. The night rain was still heavy, and all the traces of his return were washed away.

Through the night rain, he could faintly hear the sound of exclamations coming from afar, as if someone was rushing to the Hammer Soldier Hall.

"With the death of a true disciple, I'm afraid that the Divine Weapon Valley will be boiling."

Li Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

He thought that the timing was good. During this period, someone had been targeting the Divine Weapon Valley, so it was easy to pass the blame on.

Even if he couldn't, the one who killed Ding Zhi was a sallow-faced middle-aged man with a short hammer. What did it have to do with his Dragon Form True Transmission, who had just completed the body tempering and had a promising future?

Body tempering killed the shape-changing, not to mention the Divine Weapon Valley, there were only a few examples in the Zhelong Mansion for thousands of years.

"Well, it has nothing to do with me."

Perhaps because of the excessive consumption, Li Yuan was a little hungry.

He went to the kitchen to light a fire, fried a few side dishes, brewed a pot of tea, and ate slowly with the sound of wind and rain outside the house. After finishing the meal and drinking the tea, his mood was completely calm.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from far away, and the sound of knocking on the door rang:

"Junior Brother Li, Junior Brother Li!"

"Senior Brother Gao?"

Li Yuan was waiting for someone to come, and immediately got up and opened the door: "Senior Brother Gao, why are you here this evening?" "I'm glad you're okay.

Gao Gang took off his bamboo hat and was relieved to see that Li Yuan was fine.

"Something happened."

"Ding Zhi is dead!"

Crack!

It rained all night, and in the morning it was still cloudy and dark, with thunder dragons and electric snakes running around.

With a frown on his face.

The brightly lit mountain gate hall was oppressive. Everyone was gloomy looking at the muddy puddle wrapped in straw mats on the ground.

"Ding Zhi is dead!"

In the hall, Qiu Zhengxiong slammed the table heavily, his hair and beard all standing up:

"Bold, too bold!"

Qiu Zhengxiong was like an angry lion, walking back and forth in the hall, extremely angry.

In the hall, the disciples who had searched the Shenbing Valley for a whole night were soaked, and Li Yuan was no exception.

Gong Yangyu Shihong and several elders were not there. At this moment, he and Qiu Changying were the only ones who had the true teachings in the hall, and the only elder was Feng Zhongyi from the outer sect.

At this moment, all the disciples looked very ugly.

A true disciple was killed by a person in the mountain gate. No matter what their relationship with Ding Zhi was, everyone's face turned cold and green, very angry, and even a little frightened.

Just thinking that there was a murderer hiding in the mountain gate who could kill even a true disciple, everyone was uneasy.

"Dare to kill our sect's true disciple in the mountain gate for the first time in fifty years, no matter who he is, he must die!" Qiu Zhengxiong was furious, and the atmosphere in the hall became more and more depressing.

Li Yuan followed the crowd, saying nothing, with a heavy face. Qiu Zhengxiong looked at the disciple who was checking the body and asked:

"Feng Erzhong, what martial arts killed Ding Zhi? How did he die?" "This..."

The disciple who checked the body was pale, his throat moved a few times, and then he bowed:

"The muscles, bones, skin and flesh are all broken to pieces. The thief's attack was too brutal. He must have used a heavy hammer... martial arts. No trace of internal energy was found."

Feng Erzhong lowered his head and resisted the urge to retching.

In addition to him, several disciples also came out to check the body, and they all said the same thing at this moment. "Heavy hammer?"

Qiu Zhengxiong glanced at the people in Hammer Soldier Hall and frowned:

"I don't know how many hammer-wielding masters there are in Huizhou. What about martial arts? What moves and qigong did you use?" "This..."

Feng Erzhong's scalp was numb, but he could only shake his head. The heavy rain washed away all traces, leaving only this mutilated corpse.

To be able to see these things from a puddle of mud is already a sign of their rich experience in autopsy. "Elder Qiu, she's awake!"

At this time, a disciple came out of the side hall and supported a pale-faced woman.

The woman was greatly frightened, trembling, her eyes full of panic and fear, and she even forgot to salute. "Lin Fu'er, what happened last night?"

Qiu Zhengxiong spoke in a low voice, calling the woman out of her panic: "Who killed your man? How come you are still alive?!" "Ah! No, don't..."

The woman was so frightened that she fell to the ground. Several female disciples came to support her and comfort her, and she finally recovered from the fright. "The boss!"

The woman threw herself on the straw mat, crying so hard that the pear blossoms brought rain.

Qiu Zhengxiong was furious, but he could only hold back and wait for the woman to calm down before asking again: "What happened last night?!"

"me……"

The woman's face was full of tears, and it took her a while to talk about what happened last night.

"...It rained heavily last night. The master was drinking. In the yard, the red dragon fish screamed miserably..." Li Yuan listened quietly.

This woman had just developed her inner strength and was timid. When he attacked last night, she just ran away in fear. If he hadn't deliberately shown his face, she wouldn't have been able to see anything clearly.

"Red Arowana?"

Qiu Changying frowned slightly and glanced at Li Yuan. She remembered that there seemed to be some friction between the two a few days ago. However, it was only a moment, and she shook her head.

Although this kid is cunning and has good light skills, he has just completed the body tempering. Even with the magic weapon, he can't kill Ding Zhi. "Have you seen the murderer's face?!" Qiu Zhengxiong's face was full of astonishment, and the other disciples in the hall also frowned, confused and surprised. "The murderer was so ruthless, and you saw his face and he didn't die?"

Fengzhong was already frowning. "Come here, portrait!"

Qiu Zhengxiong was surprised and doubtful. He waved his hand and a disciple came forward with pen and paper. Soon, based on what the woman said, a portrait was drawn.

He had messy black hair, a sallow face, and a ferocious expression. He was carrying a heavy hammer with a short handle that could hit a human head. Painted like this?

Li Yuan glanced at it and couldn't help but be surprised. This painter was quite skilled. "This person.……"

Qiu Zhengxiong frowned, Qiu Changying took the drawing paper, looked at it carefully and compared it, then shook his head:

"It's not a famous master from the Eight Prefectures, and it's not on the wanted list. If it's one of those hidden masters, or it's a disguise..."

She handed the portrait to several disciples in the Supervisory Hall. The disciples compared it and shook their heads, not impressed. "Disguising yourself shows that there is something wrong in your heart!"

Qiu Zhengxiong took the portrait, looked at it, and slammed the table: "Publish this painting throughout the government and offer a big reward to this person!" "Yes!"

The disciples in the Overwatch Hall bowed in agreement, took the scroll and stuffed it into their arms, turned around and walked into the rain curtain. "Chang Ying, mobilize eight teams of divine guards to seal the mountain, and no one is allowed to enter or leave the sect anymore!"

Qiu Zhengxiong gave the order with a stern face, instructing the disciples and elders:

"Junior Brother Feng, summon all the handyman disciples from the outer sect and search everywhere in the mountain gate. Be sure not to let go of anything suspicious!"

"As you command!"

Fengzhong already bowed to accept the order and quickly walked out of the palace.

"Gan Ji, go and inform those old guys in the valley and ask them to make a move!" "Shangguan Lie! Go to the Soldier-casting Valley and inform Elder Lei, the elder..."

"Bu Xiang Ji Zhi Du Yi..."

Qiu Zhengxiong called the names one by one and gave the order, and everyone bowed down to accept the order. "Gaogang!"

Qiu Zhengxiong looked at everyone in Hammer Soldier Hall. Gao Gang's heart tightened: "The disciple is here."

"You Hammer Soldier Hall is proficient in all kinds of hammering techniques. Find out the martial arts used by this person!"" "

After taking one look at the puddle of mud, Gao Gang gritted his teeth and accepted the order. "Li Yuan!"

Finally, Qiu Zhengxiong looked at Li Yuan, who bowed.

"Before you find out the murderer, you are not allowed to move too far away from me when you move to Lichen Hall!" "Ah?" Li Yuan was startled, but he really didn't expect this.

"Among the top ten true disciples in the sect, you are the latest to get started, have the weakest martial arts skills, and have the best bones. If the murderer wants to take action, it will most likely be you!"

Qiu Zhengxiong's face was as dark as water, and he could not resist:

"you are not willing?"

"Disciple obeys.

Li Yuan bowed to accept the order, feeling a little strange in his heart.

This old guy wants to use himself as bait to catch himself?

Or are you really prepared to protect yourself to prevent the murderer from attacking you?

"Follow me!"

Qiu Zhengxiong fluttered his sleeves and went out.

Li Yuan followed him into the heavy rain.

The death of Zhenzhuan made the entire Divine Weapon Valley furious.

In front of the city.

Valley Lord Gong Yangyu took action and picked out all the secrets of the three major sects in Liexue Mountain in Sanyuanwu, Qianjun Cave, and hung their corpses.

Three thousand Divine Guards plowed the entire city and captured countless wanted criminals, as well as fish that had slipped through the net over the years.

More than a dozen evil cultists were found, and more than 3,000 people from multiple families who colluded with them were arrested and killed. The unrest spread from the inside out and even spread to nearby counties.

The wanted criminals, bandits, mountain bandits and vagrants who were fleeing were wiped out, and the heads of the people were rolling, and the water of the Grand Canal turned red.

On the eleventh day after Ding Zhi was killed, the leader of the Evil God Cult, Su Wanxiong, was caught, and the two elders of the inner sect attacked and beat him severely, and he fled in embarrassment.

All the masters under his command were captured and killed.

At this point, the branch of the Evil God Cult in Zhelong Mansion was uprooted, and Su Wanxiong was the only one who escaped.

The turmoil caused by the death of the true disciple has not subsided yet.

The three major sects whose hidden agents were picked out were all furious. They refused to admit the assassination of the "Elite List" and the death of Ding Zhi. In revenge, they also caught the hidden agents of the Divine Weapon Valley, beheaded them and hung their bodies.

For a while, Zhelong Mansion was in a state of panic.

The ghostwriters and Jianghu guests disappeared one after another, feeling the breath of the coming storm.

It was not long before a piece of news came, which made the already shaken Zhelong Mansion even more boiling.

"It was Qianjun Cave that caused the unrest in Pinggou County? They actually colluded with the Evil God Cult?!"

"Elder Han killed the two inner elders of Qianjun Cave and three hundred elite "Qianjun Guards" in one battle? ! ”

The whole family!”

“No, some people say that Han Chuijun is bloodthirsty, and the two elders of Qianjun Cave were killed just by looking at him

“The master of Qianjun Cave has come out of retreat and wants to ask Elder Han for an explanation…”

After the news of Pinggou County spread, it was not only Zhelong Mansion that was shaken, but also the nearby counties and even the prefectures of Dechang.

The last fight between the four major sects was just a few decades ago, and many of the old masters who experienced that battle are still alive. “Puff!”

In a forest, Su Wanxiong staggered to the ground, coughing up blood, his gray face full of shock and anger: “I didn’t kill the true disciple of your sect! "

With a roar, Su Wanxiong coughed up blood again. His expression was ferocious and his eyes were red. He was no longer prepared to run away. If he continued to run, he would not even have the strength to fight.

Huh, there seemed to be a sound of wind approaching.

Su Wanxiong's eyes were fierce, and when he was about to explode, he suddenly relaxed his internal energy.

In the dense forest, a middle-aged man in armor stood on the treetop, his eyes sneered: "I haven't seen you for several months, and Master Su has become a dog without a home?

"Meng Zhan!"

Su Wanxiong let out a long breath, his expression cold: "Are you here to see me laugh at my joke?"

"A joke? As long as the Divine Weapon Valley is not eliminated, I, the master of the Zhenwu Hall, am also a joke?" The middle-aged man in armor pulled the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice:

"I want to see your hall master!"