Chenchen was only a few years older than Zhao Changsheng. However, his experience in the martial world was much richer than the latter.
After all, Huanhuan had been following Zhu Yuyan around the martial world for a long time. As the future sect master of Yin Weed Sect, Chenchen had handled many Jianghu affairs independently since a long time ago.
She knew Zhao Changsheng well.
If Zhao Changsheng really wanted to kill Bian Buzhou, someone would have to stop him. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to escape.
From the bottom of her heart, Huanhuan was disgusted by this guy who was always thinking about her Red Ball.
If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want to disappoint Zhu Yuyan, he would've been able to kill Bian Bufu countless times with his own methods.
It was a pity that in the evil cult, which was selfish and cruel, Huanhuan and Zhu Yuyan had a deep relationship that was comparable to that of a mother and daughter.
This also made it impossible for Huanhuan to reject Zhu Yuyan's suggestion.
"Junior Martial Brother Changsheng has never been willing to leave the valley for so many years," Huanhuan said after hesitating for a moment. At this time, he suddenly had a conflict with Martial Uncle Bian outside Luoyang City. Could it be because of the Mercy Boathouse?”
"No matter what, we have to hurry over as soon as possible." Zhu Yuyan shook her head. Whether it was Changsheng or Bian Bufu, nothing could happen to them!!”
In fact, Zhu Yuyan had other thoughts.
Compared to Bian Bu dying in Zhao Changsheng's hands, Zhu Yuyan would rather do the opposite.
It wasn't that Zhu Yuyan didn't care about Zhao Changsheng's life at all. It was just that Zhao Changsheng had disappointed her time and time again. He was obviously a master, but he had to stay in that small valley like a salted fish. Disciples who refused to come out and serve the sect no matter what.
Although Bian Bufu had a bad personality and many evil deeds, Zhu Yuyan was more satisfied with his obedience than Zhao Changsheng.
Ever since he was deceived by Shi Zhixuan, not only did he lose his virginity to Shi Zhixuan, but he also lost his hope of advancing to Level 18 of the Heavenly Demonic Power. After angering her master to death, Zhu Yuyan only had two dreams left in her heart.
One was to inherit his master's last wish, to strengthen Yin Weed Sect and suppress Kind Boathouse. The other was to kill Shi Zhixuan.
For these two dreams, Zhu Yuyan was willing to give up everything.
Even if her own daughter was sullied by Bian Bufu, she would still choose to keep the peace for the sect. From this, one could see the benchmark in her heart.
Sighing in her heart, Chenchen understood that between Zhao Changsheng and Bian Bufu, Zhu Yuyan had chosen the latter.
"Pin 'er will do as you say!"
"Shangguan Long!" At this moment, Zhu Yuyan didn't have the mood to care about what Chenchen was thinking. She looked straight at Shangguan Long who was kneeling on the ground and said,"You will continue to manage Shangqing Court and hide your identity. "Also, let's forget about this matter. I don't want the Yin Weed Sect disciples in the strongholds around Luoyang to be wiped out and you still don't know anything. If there's a next time, you'll have to apologize to those disciples!”
Shangguan Long was drenched in cold sweat, and he quickly nodded in agreement.
People from the fiend sects rarely paid attention to the morals of the martial world. In the face of benefits, it was not worth mentioning that they were from the same sect.
Most of the evil cult disciples were lunatics with mental problems.
Zhu Yuyan was one of them.
Shangguan Long was sure that Zhu Yuyan was not joking. If the same thing happened again, he would either betray the Yin Weed Sect, run away, hide his identity and live in fear.
Or he could just wait for death.
Shangguan Long had never thought of joining the orthodox sects.
He was not the kind of big shot who had been famous for a long time. Noble sects would not accept people like him. Ever since they boarded the Demon Sect's ship, there was almost no possibility of getting off.
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On the road from Luoyang City to Jingnian Zen Temple.
Most of the martial arts masters from various countries had gathered around the inconspicuous medical hall.
Almost all the martial artists who came to Luoyang City to participate in the Emperor Selection event of Kind Boathouse were attracted over.
The wall of the medical hall that was supposed to be a partition and a barrier to the view seemed to have been bombarded by sporadic artillery shells at some point. It collapsed piece by piece. Occasionally, there would be a small section that stood tall.
On the wide road that was trampled by pedestrians.
Zhao Changsheng and Bian Buzhu were facing each other from afar.
Zhao Changsheng, who was holding the Divine Weapon Tiger Soul in his hand, maintained his posture. He didn't look embarrassed at all.
It was the first time that an unusual weapon like the Divine Weapon and Tiger Soul was exposed to the martial artists of various countries.
At first glance, it looked like a weapon carved out of amber. Its entire body was neither jade nor jade, and it faintly flickered with an ominous light that made one's heart palpitate. Through its rippling surface, one could vaguely see that this weapon was forged from the spine of some kind of exotic beast.
Even though Zhao Changsheng was holding the fiendish energy in his hand, many warriors with sharp senses were still frightened.
Compared to Zhao Changsheng, who was as carefree and calm as a demon, Zhao Changsheng was very calm.
It was much more difficult to live up to this side.
The green scholar's robe on his body had been cut open. Through the cracks in his clothes, one could see the deep wounds on his skin.
Strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out of Bian Bufu's wounds. It was as if the blood in the wound was sucked away by some unknown method the moment he was injured.
As for the pair of silver metal rings, they were nowhere to be seen.
Judging from Bian Bufu's broken hands, Zhao Changsheng must have used extreme violence to break his iron rings.
Only such power could make Bian Buzhou's hands crack.
"Uncle-Master Bian! Looks like you've run out of tricks!" Zhao Changsheng looked disappointed and said,""I thought that you, Mo Yin, were really hiding some unknown methods. But the truth was really disappointing! Don't tell me you're hiding your methods to deal with women!!”
The anger in Bian Buzhou's eyes could not wait to materialize. The muscles on his face twitched weakly. He revealed a stiff, fawning smile.
"Martial Nephew Changsheng. I'm your Martial Uncle! Killing me in front of everyone, aren't you afraid of being called a traitor?”Anger and unwillingness flashed across his pale face. Bian Bufu knew very well that he really couldn't do anything to this little wolf cub in front of him.
The other party's strength was completely beyond his expectations. He had actually reached the advanced stage of the grandmaster realm at the age of eighteen.
This was a level that Bian Bufu had spent countless years to reach!!
Knowing that he was no match for Zhao Changsheng, Bian Buzhou could only hope that Zhao Changsheng would spare his life.
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