Xin Zhuo continued to kill. He had no psychological burden for killing these noble people who were numb and cold-blooded to regard others' lives as if they were grass. He just looked around coldly. To be honest, he was not a match for Jia Nanhu and others now. These real ones The noble master has physical cultivation techniques and magical powers, so he can completely avoid his sword moves!
The reason why he did this was not really crazy, he was betting!
Bet on the Eighth Battle Island, cherish your talents and accept yourself!
Along the way, he thought for a long time. The ultimate goal of the people here is to compete for the opportunity of Zilong Teng and reach the sixth step or the seventh step?
Dividing into the nine war islands is naturally a competitive relationship. If there is competition, people need to be in charge. You cannot go to everything yourself. The owner of the nine war islands needs powerful killers and a knife.
I am willing to make this knife for him in exchange for an identity, for someone to understand this place, and have the opportunity to enter the bottom of the purple dragon vine to see the possibility of Master Xuan Yu and the others.
Even, exchange for the experience of the sixth step of entry!
This is worth it!
He has bet many times in his life, and he can also lose. Once he bets wrong, he can take advantage of the eight hundred wrestling beasts and escape back to the space below the purple dragon vine, which is very close to the abyss!
"Stop!"
At this moment, an old voice, like a big bell, came from an unknown direction, shocking people's ears hurt.
Everyone, subconsciously stop attacking!
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief, he had the right bet!
Sure enough, an old man with a hunched back and white hair, carrying two girls on a crutch, came in through the air. Yes, it was a mysterious physical practice that could not be said to be!
Jia Nanhu and his group of young men from the Eighth Battle Island immediately bowed and bowed: "Entertainment Father!"
The other eight masters of the islands also bowed: "The Eighth King!"
The old man ignored his eyes and looked at Xin Zhuo with sharp eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "We are all here to get opportunities, why bother making trouble? Whose name is yours, where are you from?"
Xin Zhuo bowed and said, "My younger generation Xin Zhuo, a casual cultivator from the outside world!"
The old man nodded: "Scattered cultivator? Well, it's not bad. I accept you as the seventh adopted son and the young master of the Eighth War Island. It's the same position as Jia Nanhu and the others. You can accept these eight hundred wrinkles as well. If you do such a thing for your guards, they will die when they go back, and they will be killed! ”
After a pause, he looked at the masters of the other eight war islands: "The losses of eight war islands, compensation for the eight war islands, treasures of heaven and earth, women, slaves, whatever you want!"
After saying that, he turned around and left with his maid with a cane.
"Entertainment Father!" Jia Nanhu was stunned and couldn't help asking, "Is it worth it for this kid?"
The old man ignored it and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.
Xin Zhuo stretched out, glanced at Jia Nanhu, signaled the two wrestling beasts, carried the seriously injured Lao Ma and Jia Longyuan, and went straight to the direction of the Eighth Battle Island with both hands on their backs. The eight hundred wrestling beasts looked at each other and followed closely. .
...
The drizzle is drizzling.
In the northwest corner of the Eighth Zhan Island Royal City, the brand new Seventh Prince's Mansion is majestic and tall, with a dark red and solemn overall appearance. Sixteen guards in front of the door, holding spears and full of murderous intentions.
When someone passing by nearby, he would feel a sensation of hair and bones, and then take a detour.
Twelve days have passed since the wrestling scene, but the deeds of the seventh son of the Eighth War Island are still fermenting. Everyone knows that he and the eight hundred masters under him are born as wrestling beasts, and are in the sea of blood. Come out.
The Seventh Young Master's Mansion has become a barbaric existence that only knows how to kill.
At this time, hundreds of golden armored masters suddenly approached from a distance and cursed: "The ignorant slave Xin Zhuo, I don't know how to thank the Lord, come out to die!"
The sixteen guards in front of the mansion had a completely cold face, and they looked at hundreds of people with their eyes, showing a stance of being brave and rushing to death, but they didn't have orders and dared not move rashly.
In an attic not far away, Jia Nanhu, the second young master, the third young master and the fifth sister sat cross-legged and drank. At this moment, the fifth sister Ruan Kui frowned: "Brother, isn't it too much for you to do this?"
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Those people are naturally subordinates of the eldest son Jia Nanhu. These days, they basically call and scold them every day.
Jia Nanhu heard this and sneered: "This Xin Zhuo is a good slave who was born into my slave. He became the seventh son, but he didn't know how to thank him. Insulting him is considered polite to him!
The adoptive father accepted him and thought it was a bad game! "Ruan Kui said: "What do you mean? What's wrong with the adoptive father doing this? This person's swordsmanship is unique and has reached the pinnacle. If he practices the skills of his adoptive father, he is also a master, no less than us. ”
Jia Nanhu shook his head: "The adoptive father's martial arts are not enough to be cultivated for a hundred years, but eighty years later, it is the time when the purple dragon vine is weak, and the day when the nine battles islands are fighting, this person is too late!
Moreover, this incident offended the other eight major war islands and was easily targeted by public criticism, so the adoptive father was a bad move! ”
Ruan Kui and others looked at each other, frowning.
Jia Nanhu continued, "I think giving this child is the best choice!"
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The seventh prince’s mansion.
Inner house, study room.
Xin Zhuo sat cross-legged with Lao Ma, Jialongyuan, Chunxuan and Hu Ji.
Chunxuan is the first old man who reduced Xin Zhuo in the wrestling field. The fourth step is to cultivate, practice for 90,000 years. The casual cultivator comes here to get an opportunity and becomes a wrestling beast.
Hu Ji, the fourth step woman of the demon clan, looks over thirty years old, with white hair, and is very ugly. She is considered the strongest master besides Chun Xuan among the eight hundred wing beasts.
At this time, Lao Ma and Jialong Yuan's injuries had just recovered, and their faces were extremely complicated. They would never have thought that in just one battle, this new boy would become the seventh young master, and the two of them would become the seventh young master's command. Monk, life experiences are really...that are touching.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Xin Zhuo asked, "When do you think the king will summon me?"
For more than ten days, he has been waiting for the host of the Eighth Battle Island and his nominal adoptive father to summon him. He needs the other party to give him physical practice and supernatural powers, and he also wants to talk to the other party.
Chunxuan thought for a while and said, "Young Master wants to obtain the king's martial arts and magical powers as soon as possible?"
Xin Zhuo nodded: "I have ideas in this regard."
It is said that only by practicing the magical powers here can you contact the purple dragon vine without being swallowed up.
Chunxuan said, "I think the king is observing the young master, or rather, he is just waiting for the young master to come to his house. In this way, he can tame the young master instead of actively asking for benefits to the young master!"
Xin Zhuo suddenly realized, stood up suddenly, slapped his forehead, wasting more than ten days in vain. It was so nonsense. Yes, if he was the old man, he would wait for the people below to come and said, "Go!" br>
The group went straight to the gate.
After leaving the Seventh Young Master's Mansion, the group of masters under the eldest young master were still cursing, but when they saw Xin Zhuo, they slowly retreated!
After all, status and reputation are here.
In the attic not far away, Jia Nanhu poked his head out: "Dog, don't you know how to talk when you see the original owner?"
Xin Zhuo glanced at him and stretched out a little finger.
This person is the old man's first adopted son and has been with him for the longest time. He is not convenient for him to have a quarrel with him for the time being.
Then, he turned around and left.
Jia Nanhu's face was as gloomy as water, and the refined steel on the windowsill was crushed to pieces.
...
The Eighth King's mansion, in the northernmost direction of the royal city, is completely different from the mansions of the seven princes. It is just a simple courtyard, like the home of an old farmer in the countryside. It is simple and inconsistent, but Invisibly, a great way is remarkable and daunting.
As soon as Xin Zhuo brought his men to the front of the yard, he saw a woman in black walking out and bowed: "The Seventh Master comes in alone, the king will wait for you for a long time."
Xin Zhuo nodded, stepped into the yard, and headed straight to the main house. As soon as he stepped into the main house, he was surprised: "You..." (the end of this chapter)