Chapter 742: Don’t Go!

After thinking about it, Li Zhoujun set off directly according to the map given by Chu Shengduan.

Not long after Li Zhoujun left, Chu Shengduan returned to the place where he gave the map to Li Zhoujun, with a sneer on his face: "You ruined my good deeds, do you really think I will give you a map of a safe route?"

At this time, Chu Shengduan had already broken the jar, the assassination of Chu Geqing failed, and was chased by Li Zhoujun for three days and three nights.

It is easy to guess that Chu Geqing must have returned to the Chu family and informed her father, who is at the eighth-grade Taoist master level.

If I return to the Chu family, there is only one way to die.

My grandson is in a better situation. He is now under control and almost dead.

No matter what, I have to go back to the Chu family.

If my grandson is not dead, then I will commit suicide to apologize in exchange for my grandson's life.

If my grandson is dead, then even if he dies, he will make the whole Chu family uneasy for a while.

But before returning to the Chu family, he wanted to see Li Zhoujun fall with his own eyes.

The reason was simple, Li Zhoujun made him mad.

He had never been so mad in his life.

"This guy is a seventh-grade Taoist master, right? He should pass by the door of that madman's house today." Chu Shengduan pondered.

After thinking about it, Chu Shengduan chased in the direction where Li Zhoujun set out.

Three days passed.

Chu Shengduan followed Li Zhoujun not far behind, doubting his life.

"Isn't this guy a seventh-grade Taoist master?" Chu Shengduan was annoyed, "Why is his speed not as fast as a fifth-grade Taoist master?!"

Chu Shengduan was so angry at this time, and he wasted three more days.

Even if his grandson didn't die, he was in danger now!

"But it will be soon, the madman's house is just ahead!" Chu Shengduan comforted himself in his heart.

Suddenly, Chu Shengduan's eyes widened.

Li Zhoujun built a fire on the roadside, and then took out a chicken from somewhere and started to cook it.

It looked like he was going to roast a chicken again.

Chu Shengduan's eyes widened: "Roast a chicken again? In three days, you have eaten dozens of chickens, and now you are still eating?!"

After a while, Chu Shengduan looked at Li Zhoujun eating roasted chicken while leisurely walking.

Then Chu Shengduan looked at himself sneaking around, and he didn't know when he was a little dusty.

This comparison made Chu Shengduan feel painful.

I didn't expect that I would fall into this situation...

"Eat, eat, this is your last meal!" Chu Shengduan gritted his teeth.

At this time, Li Zhoujun also found something strange.

It seemed that there was no living creature on the road he had just walked.

"Sure enough, there is a problem." Li Zhoujun sighed.

Just when Li Zhoujun was sighing, there was a thatched house on the roadside in the distance that looked very abrupt.

Why do I say abrupt?

Because there was only such a thatched house on the whole road.

Li Zhoujun didn't think much, or was too lazy to think much, and walked directly towards the thatched house.

Chu Shengduan, who was following quietly behind, saw this scene, stopped and said excitedly: "I don't believe that the eighth-grade Taoist master can't take you down!"

Chu Shengduan didn't move forward, because if he went forward, he would be targeted by the madman.

And it was enough to see that the madman killed Li Zhoujun.

Li Zhoujun had already arrived in front of the thatched house.

However, Li Zhoujun didn't care much. He held the roast chicken in his hand, ate it, and prepared to pass by the thatched house normally.

"Hahaha, finally someone dared to pass by my door again?!" At this moment, a wild laugh came from the thatched house like a hurricane.

Li Zhoujun was stunned.

At this moment, a big man with a cane and a bandage on his head limped out of the thatched house.

"You are..." Li Zhoujun was stunned when he saw the miserable state of the man coming out.

"They all call me a madman, and also call me the mad emperor, but I have my own name, Zhang Ziqiang." The big man grinned at Li Zhoujun, then pointed to the land under their feet and said with a smile, "This road is mine. Without my permission, anyone who comes will die. Even if a ninth-grade Taoist master comes, I have to fight him."

At the same time, Chu Shengduan was also shocked when he saw the appearance of the big man Zhang Ziqiang.

However, Zhang Ziqiang is an eighth-grade Taoist master after all. Even if he is injured, it should be no problem to control this guy who loves roasted chicken, right?

"So, how did you get this injury on your body?" Li Zhoujun looked at the injury on Zhang Ziqiang's body and asked curiously.

"I was beaten by a passing ninth-grade Taoist master." Zhang Ziqiang said nonchalantly, "When you come here, either beat me to death and then pass by, or be beaten to death by me and become part of this road."

"What a madman..." Li Zhoujun said in amazement.

Just now, Li Zhoujun and Zhang Ziqiang's cultivation levels were evenly matched.

It was discovered that he was an eighth-grade Taoist master.

An eighth-grade Taoist master dared to fight a ninth-grade Taoist master, he was really a madman.

"Have you thought about it?" At this time, Zhang Ziqiang smiled at Li Zhoujun, "But don't think about it, you have no choice."

After that, Zhang Ziqiang took action, threw the crutches in his hand, limped his leg, and bounced at a very fast speed with the other healthy leg. Almost instantly, he came in front of Li Zhoujun.

"Is this the real eighth-grade Taoist master? Even with one leg, the speed is so fast!" Chu Shengduan was very happy when he saw Zhang Ziqiang attacking Li Zhoujun, and he felt like he had gotten revenge.

At the same time.

Zhang Ziqiang's thick arm with muscular and bulging veins, with a casserole-sized iron fist, blasted a black hole in the air and attacked Li Zhoujun's abdomen.

"What a horrible punch, this guy who loves chickens will definitely die!" Chu Shengduan cheered in his heart.

Li Zhoujun did not move at all when facing Zhang Ziqiang's punch.

Bang!

A dull loud noise.

Zhang Ziqiang felt that his casserole-sized fist seemed to hit an indestructible steel wall!

"What a strong body!" Zhang Ziqiang widened his eyes, his eyes were hot.

At the same time.

Chu Shengduan did not see the scene he expected happen, Li Zhoujun was still standing there intact.

If Zhang Ziqiang's punch had landed on me, I would have been torn to pieces.

"Even an eighth-grade Taoist master can't break this guy's body?" Chu Shengduan murmured, his eyes dark as ashes.

"No!" Chu Shengduan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Maybe this madman is testing this guy who loves roasted chicken!"

Thinking about it, Chu Shengduan's heart ignited a glimmer of hope.

At the same time.

Li Zhoujun looked at Zhang Ziqiang, the big man who was looking at him with fiery eyes, and his back was cold. He didn't want to continue to entangle with him.

So Li Zhoujun turned around and left, not wanting to pay attention to the big man at all.

"Don't leave! Let me see how strong your body is!" Zhang Ziqiang shouted loudly, raised his fist, and chased after Li Zhoujun.