The Seven Killings are in a turbulent world, and the dark clouds are densely covered in the Spring and Autumn County.

Jiao Wanguan is a river god and demonstrates his ability to disperse some black clouds.

With a false accusation without any warning, the two little guys were flooded with miscellaneous things such as vegetable leaves, rotten eggs, etc.

If Junwu hadn't watched from the side, the two little guys would probably be in danger of their lives.

After returning, the girl in pink and the little boy in blue were crying in his eyes.

Xing Zhen laughed out loud with no loyalty.

Wenxuan never spoke much and never dared to contradict Xing Zhen. He didn't dare to say anything when he was angry, and followed the girl in pink with weak eyes.

Yixia didn't have so many concerns, and he put one hand on his hip and pointed the other hand at Xing Zhen.

The order said: Go, kill them all. I believe you can do it, why hide in the yard as a turtle.

Xing Zhen immediately restrained his smile when he heard this and asked seriously: Why did he kill someone for no reason?

Yixia was quite distracted and raised her head to refute: They wrongly accused you of being a bad person, and the bad person deserves to die.

Enough. Xing Zhen suddenly interrupted sternly.

He stared at the girl in pink with a bad face and said in a deep voice: Not all bad people should be killed, and life should be respected.

Only bad people who do not respect others' lives should be killed. What you disrespect just now makes sense.

Xing Zhen and Yixia were both surprised and asked in unison: How do you know that I/Xing Zhen came out at night?

Wenxuan wrinkled little face explained: I remembered the wrong day a few days ago and thought it was the full moon night when the summer was sick. He ran to find Brother Xing Zhen and found that there was no one in the room.

Xing Zhen said oh, so that's it.

Yixia was in a state of interest, and broke the casserole and asked to the end: "What are you doing tonight? Are you going out to find a woman?"

Xing Zhen was speechless for a long time, and secretly hated Yixia was enough. During the time he was caught by the ninth demon cleaver, he didn't learn anything good, and he understood a lot of things in a mess.

I’m clamoring to kill this and that all day long, but I’m infected by Jiansi. Now I know how to find women, so I must have learned it from Jiansi.

Xing Zhen ordered with a dark face: After washing, he went to read and write. Without my consent, he was not allowed to run around.

It is unknown whether Yixia is unwilling to accept it. Even if there is, there is no way to find it in a short period of time.

Since it was a way that was not feasible, Xing Zhen didn't say it all.

Mr. Guan seemed to be a little distorted in his care, and he asked anxiously: If you solve the problem of thunder disaster, there will be no danger.

How can it not be dangerous to trigger the thunder tribulation to fight against the heavenly way?

Xing Zhen first cannot find the magic weapon, and secondly, he does not want Mr. Guan to worry.

As if nothing happened, he shook his head and said: Relaxed and cruel.

Mr. Guan smiled and said to himself: This is fine, if you are in danger, I would rather move out of Chunqiu County.

Mr. Guan’s words were full of strange things, and Xing Zhen couldn’t figure it out. However, the old man always cared about himself. If he couldn’t figure it out, he wouldn’t think about it anymore. Let him go.

After the old man who was talking to himself finished speaking, he lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

After a long time, Mr. Guan suddenly slapped his thigh and laughed loudly: There is a Luzi Mountain a hundred miles east of Chunqiu County. Eighty years ago, a blacksmith master blocked the mountain and turned the Luzi Mountain into his own.

If this blacksmith had been forty years old at the time and was still alive, he would have been one hundred and twenty years old now.

After having been attacked for 120 years, you should be able to find the location of the magical artifact.

Luzishan, Xing Zhen heard of it for the first time, and looked at Mr. Guan with suspicion.

The old man explained in disappointment: Didn’t he say that the mountain was closed eighty years ago. Outsiders were not allowed to enter the mountain, so of course no one mentioned this mountain.

You tell me, can such a person find the location of the artifact?

Xing Zhen muttered: Is Luzishan meant a forging furnace? And if you were 120 years old, it might be possible.

Mr. Guan, are you sure the owner of Fengshan is still alive?

Mr. Guan was immediately discouraged: I don’t know if the mountain was closed and no one was allowed to enter.

I only know that this person’s surname is Yu, and his name is Yu Zhuanzhao. You see, it seems that this name is born for forging.

Xing Zhen nodded and became more interested in Luzishan. One hundred miles is not a problem for warriors, and it only takes three days to go back and forth.

If there is enough time, you can take a look. Xing Zhen, who has no clue at the moment, is a life-threatening horse, and Luzishan is imperative.

Xing Zhen agreed immediately: Let's set off tonight.

Then Xing Zhen looked at the old man strangely and asked: Mr. Guan, you are only sixty years old this year? How can you know what happened eighty years ago?

Mr. Guan suddenly showed embarrassment. After hesitating for a long time, he vaguely said: I listen to what someone older than me said.

The old man is straightforward and not good at lying, so he stutters when explaining.
Chapter completed!