HLnovel Chapter 239 That 8-year-old boy has become Xuan Yang today.
Chapter 239 That 8-year-old boy has become Xuan Yang today.
The atmosphere inside Tongtian Valley was somewhat eerie at that moment.
In this narrow canyon where four people walked side by side, Lü Qian, holding his whisk, strolled slowly outwards, his steps and posture appearing very natural and casual, as if he were taking a leisurely walk in his own home.
However, the group of people who encountered him did not feel relaxed. On the contrary, they felt that the faint smile on Lü Qian's face and his slow walking posture exuded endless chill.
The aura it exuded was like that of a creditor who had found a debtor, sharpening his knife and menacingly preparing to settle accounts.
The encounter between the two groups caught Zhang Chulan off guard. They looked at this young Lu Zu with either confusion or surprise.
"Boy, who are you? How did you get into Tongtian Valley?"
Mei Jinfeng, who was leading the group, frowned in confusion at first, then looked in the direction Lü Qian had come from, stopped in her tracks, and demanded sharply, "Stop! How did you get in?"
Since Wugensheng disappeared without a trace, Mei Jinfeng has lived in seclusion for many years and naturally does not recognize Lü Qian.
When she saw Lü Qian calmly walk out of the valley, she assumed he was a thief who had secretly infiltrated Tongtian Valley.
However, before she could finish her harsh words, Xia Liuqing quickly pulled Mei Jinfeng aside, as if facing a formidable enemy, and shielded her tightly.
"Jin Feng'er, don't speak again!"
In the blink of an eye, flames erupted from Xia Liuqing's body, and he opened his mouth with the rhythmic and melodious voice of a Peking Opera singer, his deep voice as resonant as thunder.
He reached up and wiped his face, the colorful gloves on his hand emitting a rich ink-like color, the colors intertwining to paint a majestic and imposing face on him.
The mask is predominantly black and white, with two streaks of crimson on the cheeks, displaying his unparalleled loyalty and bravery while also highlighting his fierce and majestic presence. It is none other than the door god Yuchi Gong.
Xia Liuqing loosely clenched his right hand, and the ink-wash colors inside the colorful gloves reversed, condensing in his hand into a heavy steel whip.
It all happened in the blink of an eye, though it seemed to happen slowly. Mei Jinfeng, who had just been protected by Xia Liuqing, had barely recovered when she saw Xia Liuqing looking as if she were facing a formidable enemy.
Although Mei Jinfeng did not recognize Lü Qian, Xia Liuqing knew his face very well.
After all, he almost ended up with those old ghosts and became one of the demons swept away by Lü Qian back then.
I vaguely remember that year in Bianliang City, at the Wangjungui Restaurant, four old ghosts from Quanxing I knew gathered together, but Xia Liuqing had to leave first.
But little did they expect that farewell would be their last. The three old ghosts of Quanxing were beaten to death by Lü Qian, leaving not even ashes behind.
The feeling of being caught between life and death made Xia Liuqing remember that eighteen-year-old young man.
In the following years, the eighteen-year-old's reputation within the Quanxing sect grew ever stronger.
From "True Martial Demon Lord" to "Wu Dao Ji Fa Demon Lord"... his title grew longer and longer, causing the Quanxing people to flee in terror.
Now, that eighteen-year-old young man is approaching thirty, and he stands casually in front of Xia Liuqing.
But it made this old fellow, who had cultivated for a hundred years, feel as if he were standing on a high mountain. This feeling was both familiar and powerless, reminding him of another Taoist.
"The Celestial Master, the Old Celestial Master..."
Looking at the young man opposite her, Xia Liuqing recalled the disheveled Taoist priest from years ago and silently assumed a desperate stance.
"You door gods, Yuchi Gong and Xia Liuqing, though your acting as door gods is excellent, do you think you can stop me?"
Lu Qian stopped and watched Xia Liuqing use her skills with a leisurely air.
While silently contemplating the profound mysteries of the art of performing, he also sized up the group of unfortunate victims who had run into the line of fire.
No, it can't be called being taken advantage of. It's just that I happened to run into the descendants of the debtor, and it was a good opportunity for him to settle the score.
Just when the atmosphere on the field was extremely tense, a somewhat familiar and humorous voice rang out.
"What a coincidence! I never expected that after parting ways at Longhu Mountain, I would run into Little Lü Zu here."
Although Zhang Chulan was puzzled as to why Lü Qian was there, he definitely did not want to confront Lü Qian, so he quickly spoke up to interrupt.
"Young Master Lü, what brings you here? Do you need any help?"
"I'm here to beat you up."
Lu Qian glanced at the sly fellow who was grinning and constantly mentioned Longhu Mountain as a backdrop, twirled his whisk in his hand, and said with a smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot, leaving only a few ripples spreading in the void.
"Watch out!"
Seeing this, Zhang Chulan leaned back and quickly shrank behind him. However, a flash of light appeared before his eyes, and a golden palm suddenly emerged from the void, slapping towards his face.
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The slap emitted a faint golden glow, with the palm lines clearly visible. It looked no different from an ordinary slap, but for Zhang Chulan, who was facing terror head-on, it was as if a five-fingered mountain was pressing down on him.
The peaks of Wuzhi Mountain are steep, and as you get closer, the majestic grandeur of the mountain gradually replaces the shape of a hand.
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"Sizzle sizzle..."
Zhang Chulan's pupils suddenly contracted, and wisps of lightning flowed across his body, then transformed into lightning snakes that burrowed into his meridians, unleashing immense power within him.
However, he did not use this enormous force to resist Lü Qian; instead, he exhaled it violently with a breath from his chest.
"Sister Bao'er, help me!"
Suddenly, the light from the cleaver pierced between Lü Qian's palm and Zhang Chulan. The blade twisted, and the blade, wrapped in Qi light, slashed towards Lü Qian's palm.
"Don't worry, Miss Feng, none of you can escape."
Lu Qian's figure suddenly appeared, with a villainous smile on his face, looking somewhat sinister.
"clatter!"
There was no clanging of metal, but rather the soft sound of plucking flowers and brushing leaves.
Lu Qian moved his fingers, his thumb and forefinger pinching together to catch the blade that was about to strike his palm.
The sharp blade flashed with cold light, but it couldn't harm Lü Qian's hand. A large amount of Qi flowed from Feng Baobao's arm holding the knife into the cleaver, empowering it.
"Let's break it."
Lu Qian felt the sharpness and immense force emanating from the blade, and gently twisted the hand holding the cleaver.
"Clang!"
A crisp, sharp cracking sound rang out, and the cleaver that had been shining brightly in Feng Baobao's hands was broken in two.
"Wang Zhenqiu, are you really going to get involved?"
Lu Qian flung the broken half of the blade behind him, its cold light enveloping a wisp of lightning emanating from his hand, aiming for the opponent's brow.
"Hehehe... I just thought it looked funny, so I came over to play around."
With a Monkey King mask on his face, Wang Zhenqiu flicked his stick and knocked away the incoming kitchen knife.
He scratched his neck, jumped up and down, rolled his eyes, and chuckled playfully.
"Little Lu Zu, why are you resorting to violence so easily? You should know that these two are company employees."
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Chapter 2 from yesterday!
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