The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 144 I Love a Chai
"The old immortal Xingxiu is traveling to the Central Plains, with great magical powers and boundless magic power."

Just at this moment, a loud noise came from outside the inn, which was so noisy and annoying.

Dongmei pushed open the door with a creaky sound, frowned, and said seriously, "Master, the people from the Xingxiu Sect asked us to hand over the Manggu Zhuha."

Prior to this, Shen Yuanliang used the "Beast Taming Technique" and successfully concluded a contract with the Manggu Zhuha. After waking up, the Manggu Zhuha let out a deafening roar that could be heard for hundreds of miles.

The small town with a population of only 30,000 to 40,000 people was instantly in an uproar. No matter whether they were ordinary people who knew nothing about martial arts or people from the martial arts world who gathered here, all of them followed the sound and came to Yuelai Inn.

Among them, the Xingxiu Sect was the most domineering and the most pompous. When Shen Yuanliang walked out of the inn, he saw Ding Chunqiu, a man with white hair and a youthful face, sitting in a sedan chair and holding a palm-leaf fan.

"Boy, hand over the Manggu Zhuha and I will give you a complete corpse."

Ding Chunqiu, who was wearing a pink double-breasted gown and had white hair and beard, glanced at the young boy in front of him and said without question.

Upon learning the news of the birth of the Manggu Red Clam, Ding Chunqiu set out from the Xingxu Sea and traveled day and night to the Wuliang Mountain, intending to capture the Manggu Red Clam with the help of the Shenmu Wang Ding.

But for seven or eight days, Ding Chunqiu had no results. Just when he was discouraged, the voice of Manggu Zhuha resounded through the sky, which made him extremely surprised and felt that God was blessing him.

As for the martial arts man behind him and Shen Yuanliang who had no internal energy fluctuation in front of him, Ding Chunqiu didn't take them seriously at all. He was determined to get Manggu Zhuha, even if it meant slaughtering the entire city.

"Ding Chunqiu, Wuyazi's disciple, the third generation disciple of Xiaoyao Sect, and the traitor who murdered his mentor."

"How dare you, such a wicked man, speak so shamelessly in front of me? Can you give me a complete body? I will be kind enough to send you to see the Buddha in the West."

Playing with the jade ring in his hand, Shen Yuanliang showed a look of disdain, and his bright eyes were full of contempt.

In life, we can do anything to achieve our goals, but there are some bottom lines that cannot be broken, and killing one's mentor is one of them.

Ding Chunqiu has fallen from a graceful and elegant disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect who seemed to be cultivating an immortal to an evil person avoided by everyone. It is sad, lamentable and even hateful!

"Boy, you!"

Ding Chunqiu was immediately furious when Shen Yuanliang exposed the scandal that happened more than 30 years ago in public, and a murderous intent quickly spread among him.

Many gangsters and onlookers suddenly felt their hands and feet cold, their hearts beating rapidly, and they dared not even breathe deeply. Many smart people retreated quietly, and the whole street was empty in an instant.

"Hahaha!"

A burst of cold laughter came, and the palm leaf fan in his hand pointed at Shen Yuanliang who was ten feet away. Ding Chunqiu said angrily: "Catch this kid for me. I want him to taste all kinds of intestinal poisons and turn into pus and blood and die."

Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Xingxiu Sect who were surrounding Ding Chunqiu looked at each other, frightened by the power of the Xingxiu old monster, and then picked up a variety of weapons and poisons in their hands and rushed towards Shen Yuanliang.

The cold and murderous atmosphere seemed to be able to freeze all the blood in the body, and the invisible pressure was like a mountain, overwhelming the sky and the earth.

Many people covered their eyes, as if they couldn't bear to see Shen Yuanliang being chopped into meat paste.

"Clap!"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yuanliang stretched out his hands and clapped. The crisp applause rang out, seeming very abrupt in the street filled with shouts and cries of killing.

After receiving Shen Yuanliang's signal, hundreds of Iron Guards, wearing bright silver armor, pulled down their visors and rushed out, their sharp goose-feather knives emitting a cold light under the moonlight.

"Boom!"

The sound of weapons clashing was incessant. The elite disciples of the Xingxiu Sect, who had been so aggressive just now, were now like lambs to be slaughtered. Their army was completely routed, with hundreds of people suppressing one or two thousand people.

"Innate realm, these people are all innate masters, hundreds of innate masters form an army, what force is this?" "The faces are all unfamiliar, I have never seen them before, and the martial arts moves are very open and powerful, a bit like the way in the army, could they be a noble family of the Song Dynasty, or the royal family?"

"Using innate masters as soldiers, what a big move! This young man is incredible. We can't afford to offend him."

Through the cracks in the window, many people from the martial arts world who were watching the fight were talking about it, and there was a lingering shock in their ink-black eyes.

In today's Song Dynasty martial arts world, a congenital master can become the elder of a gang or faction, holding a high position of power and wealth at his fingertips, and there is absolutely no possibility for him to serve as a soldier.

"Big Brother, they are all innate masters, and the junior brothers are no match for them. What should we do now?"

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old purple-clothed girl with a well-behaved look in her eyes stepped in front of the Xingxiu Sect's eldest senior brother Zhaixingzi, and said anxiously while rolling her big black eyes.

She is A Zi, Ding Chunqiu's direct disciple. She was raised by him since childhood. She is naive and persistent, vicious and cruel, and does not know what is good and what is evil.

Relying on vicious tricks and flattery, A Zi was doing well in the Xingxiu Sect. However, with the invincible Iron Guards in front of her and the Xingxiu old monster watching her from behind, she was at a loss for a moment.

"The situation is critical now. I can't care about so much. Use poison on me."

"Five Poison Powder, Yin Yang He Huan Powder, and I Love a Piece of Chai, use them all. We must stop these tin cans."

Zhaixingzi, a handsome man dressed in a black and white robe, spoke hurriedly.

Zhaixingzi's face was pale, cold sweat was on his forehead, and his calves were trembling. If Ding Chunqiu hadn't been watching him closely from behind, he would have escaped long ago.

"Big Brother, this will accidentally hurt many of your fellow disciples."

Ah Zi's grape-like eyes rolled around, and she was unwilling to come forward to convey this inhumane decision herself, for fear of suffering revenge from her fellow apprentices in the future.

As a girl, A Zi was able to grow up safely in the Xingxiu Sea. She was very smart and none of her fellow disciples could beat her.

How could Ah Zi not understand Zhai Xingzi's intention? Didn't he just want her to take the blame?

"Are you the eldest senior brother, or am I the eldest senior brother?"

"Hurry up!"

Zhaixingzi glared at A Zi with a fierce look in his eyes.

After receiving the order from Zhaixingzi, the terrified elite disciples of the Xingxiu Sect immediately took out various poisons that they had collected for a long time.

Their eyes flashed green as they threw all the poison in their hands away without considering the consequences.

"Boom!"

Porcelain bottles smashed to the ground, and all kinds of poisons, red, green, and yellow, scattered around.

"Close the door and the window quickly."

"The Xingxiu Sect used poison."

Seeing the elite disciples of the Xingxiu Sect throwing poison recklessly, the shops and restaurants on both sides of the street began to creak and close doors and windows.

Even many experienced gangsters would tear off strips of cloth, soak them in water, cover their mouths and noses with them, and hold their breath.

(End of this chapter)