Before the Wentian Sword and the Huangquan Sword arrived in Zhongzhou, Zhongzhou was already in complete chaos!
Ji Chengzhi, the 339th generation grandson of the Wentian Martial Saint, made a statement in Zhongzhou City: Do the descendants of the Huangquan Sword Saint dare to fight me?
As soon as this sentence came out, it was shocking!
In an instant, hundreds of descendants of Huangquan Sword Saint appeared, vying and crying and shouting to have a showdown with the 339th great-grandson of Wentian Martial Saint!
And hundreds of people stood up and yelled: Ji Chengzhi, who do you think you are? I am the descendant of Wentian Martial Saint! There are ancestral tablets here to prove it!
So there were so many 'descendants of Wentian Martial Saint' who started fighting, trying to fight for the right one first...
And hundreds of 'grandsons of the Huangquan Sword Saint' also turned against each other and fought hard...
From all directions, people rushing to Zhongzhou City were like crucian carp crossing the river, like the sand of the Ganges River, endless and endless. Many people even started fighting on the way.
This situation becomes more intense the closer you get to Zhongzhou. As long as you meet each other on the road and the three sentences don't agree with each other, you know that the other party is also going to snatch the Wentian Sword and the Huangquan Sword. They will immediately turn against each other, unsheath the swords, and kill them.
Let’s deal with a few competitors...
This lively situation reminded Chu Yang of two words: go to the market!
Yes, it’s the market, and it’s a super big one! I bought the kind of market that I will never have the chance to buy anything in my life again.
This is how Chu Yang and Gu Duxing came along——
"Oh yeah..."
"Ahhhh..."
"Holy shit..."
"There are so many people..."
"Hey..."
Along the way, the two people walked over with dumbfounded expressions, jaw-dropping emotions, and almost convulsions in their bodies.
When they arrived outside Zhongzhou City, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
I saw a large, dark crowd outside the gate of Zhongzhou City, with sabers and swords, and some holding axes, three-pronged forks, sledgehammers, and dancing Emei tattoos...
Naturally, there are also some who are empty-handed.
There are thousands of people outside the north city gate, and there are still people in the distance, either in groups of three or five, rushing towards them like shooting stars chasing the moon.
"Open the door! Open the city gate quickly!" Someone shouted at the top of his lungs, very angry: "Why don't you let us in?"
"That's it!" Thousands of people shouted together: "Why don't you let us in?"
"Don't you want to monopolize the Wentian Sword and the Underworld Sword?"
"That's right! If you piss me off, rebel!"
The mood of the people below the city became more and more intense.
In the middle of the commotion, there was a thunderous roar: "If you don't open the city gate, I will destroy Zhongzhou City!" Following the shout, a figure flew up and jumped seven or eight feet, almost level with the city head.
, exhaled in mid-air and said: "Your grandma's land! Open the city gate quickly!"
Before he could finish his sentence, it fell down. It fell to the ground with a pop.
Suddenly there was loud laughter outside the city gate, and hundreds of people shouted together: "If we don't open the city gate, we will destroy Zhongzhou City!"...
Chu Yang felt cramped all over.
At this moment, six big men like iron towers outside the crowd suddenly turned around and walked neatly towards the two of them. Suddenly they were in front of them: "What are you two doing? Are you here to snatch Wentian Sword and Land?"
"No, we are both scholars..." Chu Yang hurriedly apologized.
"Humph, there are even less good things for scholars!" The six men glared at him angrily: "Be honest!"
"Yes, yes." Chu Yang nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
Six big men left.
After a while, another group of people came to ask questions. After seven or eight waves of people asking questions, suddenly there was a commotion in front of them, and a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong fight broke out.
"Asshole! You are allowed to come but we are not allowed to come? What's the point?" Some people were sad and angry.
"It's just not allowed! What's going on? If you are wise enough to retreat quickly, if you still want to ask the Sky Sword and the Underworld Sword, I will kill you!" A arrogant voice said.
"What the hell, are you the ones asking for Heavenly Sword?" Some people nearby were displeased and displeased.
"What's going on? You don't accept it? Your skin is itchy?"
"Hit your brother-in-law!"
"Go! Teach him a lesson!"
Suddenly, the fight between three or five people expanded to a fight between dozens of people. And then——
"Holy shit! Who hit me?"
"Damn it! Who issued the hidden weapon? Stand up!" Someone was so angry that they suffered a disaster: "Asshole! You hit me in the penis, ouch...it hurts me to death, damn..."
"superior!"
"superior!"
"The Huangquan knife belongs to me!"
"The Wentian Sword belongs to Grandpa!"
Hundreds of people started fighting in a melee. There were yells, roars, screams, the sound of strong wind breaking through the air, the sound of fluttering clothes, the sound of cursing mothers, scolding ancestors... Some people shouted loudly: "I am Huangquan Dao Shengxia
Xia Bianliu, the 338th generation grandson of Huang Quan! Let me in!"
As soon as this guy yelled, dozens of people rushed up and beat him to death: "Fuck your grandma! Make you wet! Make you wet... You are Xia Huangquan's grandson... You are my grandson! You are still my grandson?"
Three hundred and thirty-eight generations...I think you are a thirty-eighth generation!"
For a moment, there were laughter, curses, punches and kicks at the north city gate...
Some people laughed, some cried, some screamed, some roared...
How could it be so lively for a while?
And this is just the north city gate. The other three city gates are also in such a mess, even... even more chaotic than here...
"Woo..." A loud horn sounded from the top of the city, and then someone shouted: "Everyone! Everyone! Listen to me!"
The gangsters under the city wall slowly stopped one after another.
On the top of the city, an old man in his forties or fifties was dressed in brocade clothes, standing proudly with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering, as if he was going to ride the wind back home, showing the demeanor of a master.
"Everyone! Regarding the matter of Wentian Sword and Huangquan Sword, the Fifth Prime Minister has verified it in detail! The following conclusions have been drawn..." The old man in Jinyi glanced around and saw that everyone below was looking up at him, and he couldn't help but reveal a trace of
Smile: "Eight thousand years ago, there was no such thing as the Wentian Martial Saint, let alone the Huangquan Sword Saint!"
"That is to say...this matter is purely a conspiracy! It is purely false...it is purely the conspiracy of King Chu of Hell..." The old man in Jinyi shouted loudly.
"Fuck you!" Before he could finish speaking, hundreds of people below were shouting and yelling at the same time: "Fuck your grandma! What the hell did you fart like, you old bastard? Conspiracy! Your whole family is covered in pubic hair!"
"If you say no, then you don't have it? Who do you think you are?"
"You bastard! Why does Wu Qingrou say there is no such thing? Did this old bastard come back from eight thousand years ago?" Someone yelled loudly.
"After my detailed investigation and careful verification! I can prove that eight thousand years ago, the Wentian Martial Saint did exist! The Huangquan Sword Saint was indeed a person!" Someone shouted loudly: "This matter is confirmed without a doubt!"
"This matter is too simple. Wu Qingrou wants to monopolize the Wentian Sword and Huang Quan Dao... Wu Qingrou, do you regard all the heroes in the world as fools?" Chu Yang squatted in the crowd, holding his nose and shouting.
A voice.
This voice is more powerful!
The people below were already extremely emotional, like a brewing explosive bag. Chu Yang's voice completely ignited it, and it exploded!
"Fuck you No. 5 Qingrou... open the city gate quickly!"
"Despicable Fifth Qingrou! Dirty Fifth Qingrou!"
"You bastard Wu Qingrou, you are a cuckold who has been cuckolding for generations, you got out of nowhere, and you actually want to monopolize the Wentian Sword and the Underworld Sword..."
"Charge! Kill!"
"Come in... Ouch..."
"Rush in, Wentian Sword is inside..."
"Yes! The Wentian Sword and the Huangquan Sword must be in Zhongzhou City now! Otherwise, why didn't Wu Qingrou let us in?" Chu Yang pinched his nose and roared with grief and anger: "Maybe the Wentian Sword and the Huangquan Sword are now in Zhongzhou City!
The knife has fallen into Wu Qingrou's hands, and Wu Qingrou won't let us in because he is trying to crack the Martial Saint's mark!"
This sentence suddenly made everyone wake up from a dream!
"Yes! It must be so!"
"You bastard Fifth Qingrou...I'm going to fuck your ancestors..." Chu Yuzuo cursed loudly.
"Bastard Fifth Qingrou...I'll fuck your eighteenth generation ancestors..." Thousands of people responded and cursed at the same time. Everyone felt that this sentence really spoke to their hearts, and the scolding made them feel happy...
"Come in..."
"Break the city gate! Break the city gate!" Gu Duxing pinched his nose and shouted from behind; the coffin's face turned red with excitement.
"Yes, smash the city gate!" Thousands of people rushed forward.
"Aw...aow...aow..."
"Quiet!" The old man's voice on the city wall changed his tone: "Whoever dares to disobey orders will be punished for treason! The whole family will be executed, and the nine tribes will be annihilated..."
"Your grandma from the Nine Tribes! I'm wandering around in the world, and I'm just a fucking bachelor! If Wu Qingrou has the ability to kill all the Nine Tribes, I can just go!"
"That's right! I am also a bachelor, so the whole family will be killed? You copy your mother..."
To be honest, not many of these gangsters have families, and all of them are desperadoes. Why would they care about annihilating the Nine Clans?
"How dare you threaten us, this bastard Wu Qingrou!" King Chu Yan shouted in the crowd with his head hidden and his buttocks exposed: "Can't we, the gangsters, be intimidated by this dog official?"
"Aw...aow...aow..." Suddenly the crowd's emotions became more intense.
Forty or fifty people have already rushed to the city wall, and at the same time they greeted the city gate with swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes and axes...
bite……
Boom...
boom……
when……
All kinds of strange and weird sounds of banging against the city gates sounded like a storm. It didn't take long for a good city gate to become pitted...
It has to be said that the power of the masses is huge.
On the city wall, the soldiers had their swords unsheathed and arrows cocked, but the commander was hesitant and did not dare to issue this order. He knew that if an arrow were shot... I am afraid that today's civil uprising will definitely be unable to be suppressed.
But... even if the arrows are not fired, as long as the city gate is not opened, the tempers of these men are rising, and they cannot be suppressed...
"The Prime Minister has an order! Open the city gate!" Seeing that the conflict was inevitable, an order suddenly came out.