assassination

Jun Changxiao, who had broken through to Rank Five Martial Disciple, fired three shots in a row. Not only did all of them hit their targets, but the hand holding the gun did not feel numb.

This meant that he could ignore the recoil of the Desert Eagle.

Li Qingyang and the others were deeply shocked when they saw the Sect Leader shoot again and kill three black-clothed men who had fled more than twenty meters away in the blink of an eye.

"Take down the injured ones." Jun Changxiao sat on a tree root nearby and said, "I want to see who dares to assassinate my Iron Bone Sect in broad daylight."

"Yes!"

The disciple received the order and walked towards the injured black-clothed men. He found that they were all lying on the ground, no longer breathing.

Li Qingyang frowned and said, "Sect Leader, they're all dead!"

"What?" Jun Changxiao hurried over and took off the black mask. He found that his lips were black and instantly understood that there was poison in his mouth.

"Sinful Self, do you know these people?"

Xiao Ziji walked over and carefully examined the dead black-clothed men. He shook his head and said, "Sect Leader, I don't know them."

'Don't know them?'

Jun Changxiao was stunned.

At first, he guessed that the assassins were from the Xiao Clan. Was he going to be slapped in the face?

Li Qingyang squatted down and found a waist tag from one of the black-clothed men's bodies. He said, "Sect Leader, the word 'Bei' is engraved on it. Could they be from the Bei Clan?"

Xiao Ziji held his chin and said, "I've heard that the Bei Clan has a group of men of sacrifice."

Su Xiaomo rushed to say, "Needless to say, they must be angry that Junior Brother tortured Bei Ni. That's why the Bei Clan sent men of sacrifice to kill us!"

"Slap!" Jun Changxiao flicked the back of his head and said, "Do your men of sacrifice carry a waist tag that reveals their identity when they go out?"

Su Xiaomo covered his head and grimaced.

Li Qingyang said, "Sect Leader, do you mean that someone deliberately framed the Bei Clan?"

Jun Changxiao touched his chin and said, "Suicide soldiers might not be able to commit suicide by biting poison. Perhaps …"

"Assassin!" Li Qingyang said.

Jun Changxiao patted his shoulder and laughed, "Not bad, not bad. You didn't follow me for nothing."

Li Qingyang said solemnly, "Previously in the sect, there were also assassins who came to assassinate the sect leader. Could it be related to the Spirit Spring Sect?"

"It's hard to say." Jun Changxiao was not sure.

He now had two inferences. These assassin-like black-clothed men could be the Xiao family impersonating the Bei family, or they could really be related to the Spirit Spring Sect.

"Search them and see if they have any spatial rings," Jun Changxiao said.

Li Qingyang's group of four searched, but they didn't even find a single silver tael, let alone a spatial ring. It could be said that they were poor.

Jun Changxiao shook his head and said, "Pile these corpses together and burn them."

"Yes."

Everyone pulled all the corpses over.

Su Xiaomo picked up a branch from the ground, sharpened it, and began to rub it on the dead wood.

Drilling wood to start a fire? This is too primitive!

Jun Changxiao shook his head, gently raised his hand, and a ball of exquisite fire spurted out, instantly igniting the corpse.

Seeing the flames rising in an instant, Li Qingyang, Su Xiaomo and the others opened their mouths.

Lu Qianqian said in surprise, "You are a fire spiritual warrior?"

Jun Changxiao shrugged and said, "I am a fire spiritual warrior, is it strange?"

"Pa."

He snapped his fingers and said, "Let's go back to the sect."

The five people hurriedly followed.

On the way, Li Qingyang said in a low voice, "Senior sister, the flame that the sect leader used just now should be a very rare fire seed!"

Lu Qianqian said, "The best fire seed, exquisite fire."

"Ah?"

Li Qingyang almost staggered and fell. When he stabilized his body, he looked at the sect leader in shock.

There were thousands of strange attributes in the Falling Star Continent, such as fire spirit and water spirit. Each of them had their own level, the same as spiritual roots.

The best exquisite fire seed.

It was definitely an extremely rare fire spirit!

Li Qingyang suppressed his shock and said in a low voice, "Senior sister, the sect leader is not simple!"

Lu Qianqian said indifferently, "If he is simple, do you think these junior brothers can make it to the top four with their aptitude and cultivation?"

Li Qingyang said, "That makes sense."

Jun Changxiao slowed down and walked side by side with the two of them, saying, "Qingyang, I said that I will make you a Martial Emperor. If I don't have the ability, why would I boast?"

"Remember." He glanced at the five disciples and said, "As long as you follow me down to earth, there will be bread, there will be milk, there will be everything."

Although they did not know what "bread" was, the disciples still said in unison, "We will follow the sect leader forever!"

...

Boom!

A thick bolt of lightning shot out from the dark clouds in the sky and struck the valley where there were few people. The ground instantly cracked.

Whoosh!

A black stream of light darted out of the valley and into the body of a young man chopping firewood in the distance.

"Ah!"

The young man screamed in pain.

His originally clear eyes gradually became cold and severe.

After a while, his ferocious face relaxed and he said in a hoarse voice, "My soul has been trapped for thousands of years. I have finally been reborn.

"Lingyao, I saw you as my confidante, but you plotted against me for the Taixuan sutra. When I start cultivating again, I will settle the score with you!"

"What? That woman actually broke through the void? She was worshipped by the world and was crowned as the first empress in history? "

"Crack."

After the memories merged, the young man's eyes flickered with endless anger. "Even I have not taken that step. She, a woman, actually did it!"

"It's okay, it's okay.

"I have the Taixuan sutra in hand. In just a few decades, I can easily break through to the Martial Emperor realm and break through the void. It won't be too late to settle the score with her then."

Phew!

The young man stretched. His originally clear eyes had a sense of vicissitudes that did not match his status, as if he had experienced many things.

He was Ye Xingchen.

One of the Ten Great Martial Emperors thousands of years ago, he was known as the Night Emperor.

Later, he was plotted against by the woman he saw as his confidante and died. A trace of his remnant soul entered the depths of the earth's core and flew out after thousands of years of nurturing. He then took over the body of the young man chopping firewood.

"This body's Spirit Root is only of a low-grade, and its cultivation is only at Stage One Meridian Opening. It's too weak."

Ye Xingchen looked at his new body.

"Fortunately, I have the Taixuan sutra. This is a cultivation technique that seizes the heavens and earth. It should be able to transform a low-grade Spirit Root." A smile appeared on his face.

"The first empress in history?"

"One day, I will pull you down from your pedestal!"

Ye Xingchen clenched his fist, raised his head, and shouted, "From today onwards, I, Ye Xingchen, will make everyone in the world unable to go against my will. If the heavens refuse to obey me? Then I will defy the heavens … "

"Bang!" Just as the word 'heavens' left his mouth, an object flew from afar and smashed into his face.

Ye Xingchen's eyes were bulging as he staggered around before collapsing to the ground.

One of the Ten Great Martial Emperors thousands of years ago, a reborn expert who was arrogant and claimed to defy the heavens, fainted on the spot just like that. The object of the attack was actually a football!

A cry of surprise came from afar, "Sect Master, your kick hit someone!"

"It can't be. How could there be someone in the wilderness?"

"Shashasha!"

Not long after, Jun Changxiao came over with five disciples.

Seeing the unconscious young man on the grass, his mouth twitched and said, "I just casually kicked and it hit your face. How unlucky are you!"

"Sect Master, what should we do?" Li Qingyang asked.

Jun Changxiao raised his head to look at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "There are no villages around, and it's going to rain soon. Let's carry him back to the sect first."

"Yes."

Xiao Ziji squatted down and carried the young man on his back.

Jun Changxiao put the football into his spatial ring and brought the five disciples back to the Iron Bone Unyielding Sect.

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