Chapter 268 under 268 points
At this moment, on an island hundreds of nautical miles away from Zaitong Port.
Belongs to a stronghold of the Linlang Club.
Lin Lang will host Zhou Xueming, with an ugly face, sitting on the main seat.
He is over fifty this year, and only Zhou Dongjun has an only son on his face. But now.
he died.
click.
Zhou Xueming crushed the dragon head on the seat with the palm of his hand, and the wooden debris scattered all over the ground.
Although he has other illegitimate children, Zhou Dongjun is undoubtedly the best and most promising of all his children.
Whether it is behavior, or talent cultivation, among the younger generation at the same level, they are all considered to be above average.
Not to mention, at this age, Zhou Dongjun is already proficient in three languages, and he can freely manage the trade between the ports of the three small countries.
"Who can tell me, what is going on!? How did Dong Jun die!?"
The news of the death of his cherished son actually came from the Zaitong Yamen.
This is without a doubt the biggest satire on the entire Lin Lang Club.
Because in essence, Lin Lang would start out as a pirate, and would not have much to deal with the government.
In the hall, the Tibetan masters of the Linlanghui were silent, and no one wanted to come forward to make trouble at this time.
In the whole meeting, apart from the meeting host, they are the Tibetan masters who are the highest.
Each Tibetan leader led his own fleet and islands, forming a special force similar to a warlord.
Then manage the lower-level pirates and people.
This is the basic structure of Linlang Club.
The reason why the leader Zhou Xueming is the strongest is that he controls the most powerful fleet in the entire association, and he also presides over a maritime trading market—Linlang Island.
Many things that are considered prohibited in various countries, whether smuggling or plundering, can be taught on Linlang Island.
This is the most important foundation of the entire Linlang Club.
Originally, Zhou Xueming was still discussing with the governor of a small distant country about the sale of stolen goods, but he didn't expect that a piece of heavy news immediately pulled him back from the distant Linlang Island.
There was silence in the hall.
"Master." A Tibetan master finally spoke out. This person is obese, with a bald head, and a pair of mouse eyes shining brightly, giving the impression of shrewdness and fierceness.
This person's name is Zhao Sunyi, and he is the most loyal to Zhou Xueming among all the Tibetan masters in the Linlang Society.
"At that time, the young master Zhou Dongjun should have personal guards by his side. For such matters, you should ask that person immediately." Zhao Sunyi said.
"That person has already escaped." Zhou Xueming said coldly, this is the case among pirates, it is a complete combination of interests, and it is normal to escape.
"In this case, the Tibetan owner who was in charge of the ship at that time should explain the situation." Zhao Sunyi turned his eyes and looked at another Tibetan owner who was watching his nose, nose, nose, and heart—Korsa.
Korsa has long dark red hair and a beautiful face, but she wears a black eye patch on one eye, and there is a slanted scar on the bridge of her nose, which completely ruins her appearance.
She is from Western Italy. She used to be the daughter of a down-and-out nobleman. Later, she secretly learned knight martial arts. After her family was wrongly framed, she went to sea to join pirates.
Relying on her ruthlessness and strength, she sat on the position of Tibetan master in just ten years.
Hearing Zhao Sunyi's roll call, Kersha's purple eyes swept over, and fixed coldly on the fat smiling face of the other party.
"This matter involves the Great Spiritual Sect, the death of the young master, I suggest to make a plan after finding out."
"Korsa, it was your ship that was in trouble. I want an explanation!" The leader Zhou Xueming leaned forward, his eyes were like sea eagles, and he faintly exuded a strong sense of oppression.
"Of course I have to explain." Corsa looked at the rest of the Tibetans without changing her face.
"On the night of the incident, after my deputy reported to me, I immediately investigated the whole situation.
The specific clues have basically been clarified. "
She cleared her throat.
"According to the investigation, half a month ago, a batch of precious medicinal materials ordered by Chenxiang Palace disappeared on the way of delivery, and the ship disappeared along with the medicines and people. There are rumors that we did it."
"After that, Chen Xiang Palace's master, a person who called himself Chen Han, went to meet with the young master.
At that time, the young master obtained a precious secret volume called Jinlan Baojuan, which recorded a strange and special martial art. "
"Chen Han took advantage of his identity as a Daoist in Chenxiang Palace to establish a relationship with the young master, boarded the boat, and then took advantage of the young master's attendants to leave temporarily to fetch the treasure scroll. He suspected that he had a dispute with the young master, and then Chen Han suddenly shot and hijacked the young master. The young master leaves."
"Afterwards, the young master's body was found in Chenxiang Palace, and the traces of investigation were that Chen Han personally killed him.
As for this, Chen Han claimed that he didn't know anything about it, saying that he just killed all the enemies who dared to attack Chenxiang Palace. "
All things mentioned here, a simple chain has been formed.
After Zhou Xueming listened, he became conscious in his heart as a whole.
"So what you mean is that a batch of medicinal materials from Chenxiang Palace was looted, which caused Chen Han to be so angry that he went to investigate and inquire under other names, and ended up conflicting with Dong Jun, who was abducted on the spot.
After that, Dong Jun found a way to get out of control temporarily, but died near Chenxiang Palace because he was hunted down. "
"It should be." Corsa nodded. "But there are a lot of strange things about this matter. We'd better send someone to Chenxiang Palace to confront him personally and exchange information, so as to confirm the truth."
"It makes sense. That being the case." Zhou Xueming pondered for a while, "Iron sand."
"exist!"
Standing beside him, a man with a knife in a dark blue tights stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.
"Take someone to go to Chenxiang Palace and see what they have to explain." Zhou Xueming said in a deep voice.
"Yes!" The man nodded heavily.
"Master, what if they killed it? How should we deal with it?" Zhao Sunyi suddenly interjected and asked.
"If it's for sure it's them." Zhou Xueming's eyes flashed with tyrannical killing intent. "Then let Chenxiang Palace pay the price!"
It’s just a local Taoist palace, and it’s just been built. If the Zhenyi Sect Xizong was as powerful as the Western Sect, he would still be afraid of three points, but the Daoist Sect.
If you kill someone for your life, don’t blame him for retaliating with an eye.
No matter how strong the martial arts on land are, could they still be stronger than Seagod? What's more, Xizong has been wooing him because of collecting Western beauties. Even if he offends the Daoism, he can have no fear at all.
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Tianji Cave cliff.
Zhang Rongfang, Ding Luo, and Mu Chunxiu found a few places to shelter from the wind on this cliff, and temporarily rested and waited.
At dawn, Ding Luo and his two went to erect a monument for their parents and others to mark.
Zhang Rongfang was alone thinking about the idea of acupuncture martial arts.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and the mountain wind swept across, blowing away most of the clouds and mists.
Suddenly, there was a clear Xiaoyue sound in the distance, which came from afar.
Xiao Yin was clear and pure, with a long breath, which lasted for more than ten seconds before slowly lowering down.
"Some kind of signal?"
Zhang Rongfang looked in that direction from afar. I vaguely saw a black spot approaching here very quickly.
From the ghost-faced population, he learned that this is the medicine garden cultivated by the induction gate itself, that is to say, the ghost-faced man is definitely not the only one who knows this place.
Therefore, this newcomer is probably also the one who knows the induction door of Tianji Cave.
He watched intently as the opponent approached quickly.
Not long after, the black spot enlarged rapidly, and it was a white-haired old man wearing a black hat and a red crystal forehead.
The old man has a strong body and clear eyes, holding a crescent shovel weighing tens of catties in one hand, walking like flying. Holding the iron Xiao in the other hand, he put it down from his mouth.
Zhang Rongfang watched from a distance, moved his feet, and quickly descended from the cliff to meet the old man.
Not long after, he paused, stopped in a woodland, and looked up to the front.
Similarly, the old man carrying the crescent shovel stopped right in front of him and looked up.
"Who are you?" The old man asked in a deep voice.
He didn't know Zhang Rongfang at all, but the Taoist Heihu who was supposed to come forward to help him was nowhere to be seen, which made him suspicious.
"Thousand Stone Gate Lingluo?" Zhang Rongfang asked back, the dark light vision suddenly unfolded, and he looked at the other party carefully.
"Ordinary warrior?" He seemed to have identified Zhang Rongfang's identity through some method.
For Lingluo, an ordinary warrior is considered a master. It is easy to defeat Lingluo, but it is as difficult as going to heaven to kill someone.
So, it is confirmed that the opponent is just an ordinary warrior, so what if he is stronger? He is too lazy to talk nonsense.
Immediately his eyes turned cold.
"Boy, let me ask you, have you ever seen a Taoist wearing a ghost mask and a black worm?"
"Yes." Zhang Rongfang replied. "I know where he is, but I don't want to say it."
There were tiny blood spots floating in his eyes, and he glanced at the other party.
"You boy!" The old man's eyes turned cold, "There are always some children in this world who think they have a little talent, so they can look at everything."
He plunged the crescent shovel into the ground with a bang, and the heavy weapon smashed into the soil, causing the grass sod to turn outward and splash.
"Then come and teach me a lesson." Zhang Rongfang spread his hands and smiled. "Growing up, I have never been beaten. I don't know what it feels like to be beaten."
"By the way, you are also from Qianshimen, right?" He said again suddenly.
"You know me, Qianshimen?" The old man's eyes became sharper.
The person in front of him probably knows the reason why Taoist Heihu hasn't appeared yet.
He felt his hands start to itch.
The main reason is that this kid is a little too underwhelmed.
"Come and hit me." Zhang Rongfang opened his hands, "I want to feel the feeling of being hit. Come on, hit me and cry."
"You boy!" The blood vessels in the old man's forehead were throbbing. After living for so long, it was the first time he met such a guy who deserved to be beaten.
"Very well, then as you wish!" He held the crescent shovel in his hand, and the blood in his whole body was circulating rapidly.
Boom!
The soil splashed under his feet, and the old man rushed forward, spanning seven or eight meters in the blink of an eye.
The crescent shovel in his hand turned into a phantom of a black dragon, which blatantly fell towards Zhang Rongfang.
Shua!
With a slight difference, Zhang Rongfang turned sideways slightly to avoid the blow.
Then raise your hand and stretch your fingers.
a little!
Poof.
The old man's right arm holding the crescent shovel went numb suddenly, and he almost missed the weapon.
He was terrified, rushed forward a few meters, and looked back at the other party.
"What kind of martial arts is this!?"
"I'll tell you if you cry." Zhang Rongfang replied with a smile.
"You boy!" The old man's whole body was surging with energy and blood.
Since he broke through the super-grade worship god, it was the first time he had the urge to kill someone.
(end of this chapter)
