I Practiced and Opened the Plug-in

Since Zhou Heng cast a spell to kill Xuan Yang last night, Yuyang County was already in chaos, and most people fled to the east-west gate, so there were not many people near Zhou Heng.

Later, Xuan Yang lowered his Law Body and approached where Zhou Heng was. The people nearby were shocked to death by the powerful mental shock on the spot.

As a result, almost no one knows how the "monster" died last night.

However, for most people, how they are saved is not important.

Being safe is the most important thing.

After a night of thrilling, Yuyang County finally returned to its former calm.

The morning sun slowly rises, the gorgeous red glow spreads and rises across the eastern sky, and the vigor and vitality is full, as if it is symbolizing a new beginning.

After the panic last night, many people in Yuyang County cherish the hard-won cleanness. When they first vomited white, they walked out of the house one after another to bathe in the sunrise and take a walk.

And on such a morning, rumors spread quietly.

...

"Brother, have you heard of Zhou Heng?"

"Zhou Heng? The broken bone wound of that person's ninety-ninth place? You know, before the monster appeared yesterday, he killed Chao Xian with a secret treasure."

"Yes, it's him, alas, it's a pity that Chao Xian, who was born in an ordinary background, was born late, but in the end is no better than a secret treasure of these big disciples of martial arts."

"It's indeed a pity, it's really enviable to be a disciple of the martial arts master in this world."

"Cut, there is nothing to be envious of, but it's just some people who rely on their backgrounds. In comparison, these big martial arts disciples may not be much better than us."

"Hey, even if people don't have real skills, they can defeat people who are much better than themselves with a sharp weapon. Do you understand that weapon pressure is like this? That's what Zhou Heng does."

"I also want to say this. It's really irritating. Both Chen Song and Chen Feihong were disciples from ordinary sects. They worked so hard to practice martial arts, but they couldn't match Zhou Heng's weapon!"

"Let me say, if Zhou Heng does not have sharp weapons and secret treasures, it is absolutely impossible to be Chen Song's opponent."

"I think so."

...

"Hey, have you heard of it? Chen Song got the chance and stepped into the seventh-rank realm, and he wants to challenge Zhou Hengyi's shame."

"Ah, what's the situation to challenge Zhou Heng? Isn't Zhou Heng a ninth-rank?"

"Hehe, you don't know, right? Zhou Heng is a disciple of Pure Yang Palace. He brings his own sharp weapon when he goes out. Even if he only has the 9th rank, he can still use his weapon to overwhelm people and make the 8th rank peak retreat.

"Oh oh oh, I remember, the'Jinghong Thunder Sword' Chen Feihong was defeated by Zhou Heng with a sharp weapon, and he was also broken into pieces."

"Then this weapon is too powerful! Could it be that Zhou Heng's all-time record has been based on this weapon? The ranking of the rankings also depends on that weapon?"

"Probably!"

"Fuck, can you still be like this? The disciples of the top big sects are amazing, even if they occupy the top of the rankings, they actually have to use weapons to fight for some of the last rankings."

"That's it, it's really too much. If this continues, where will we ordinary people have a way to survive?"

The rumors are getting more and more excessive, making many ordinary warriors angry.

In this era, the communication of ordinary people is not developed, many sources of information are hearsay, and they are not clear about it.

However, there will be some understanding people after all.

"But I heard that Zhou Heng was originally just an apprentice in an ordinary martial arts gym. After two years of hard training, he attracted the attention of Chunyang Palace. In fact, he is also an ordinary person like us."

It is a pity that when the rhythm is brought up, even if it is a rational and objective speech, it will be labeled a traitor.

"It's all lie. How could ordinary people be taken by Chunyang Palace? They must have gone through the back door! Either it is related or it is costing a lot of money! Whatever worked hard for two years before being discovered, it deceives fools. , Really thought someone believed it?"

"Yes, I heard that when the martial arts masters chose disciples, they actually had a default quota. It's impossible for ordinary people to be selected. Otherwise, how come you and I have never been taken seriously!"

"But, I heard..."

"Don't hear it, ordinary people like us have to put ourselves in the right position. What do you say for these big sect disciples?"

"Yes, listen to me, you have to see who you are."

...

In the inn.

Shen Jingjing went to buy breakfast and came back, and saw Zhou Heng standing in front of the window, his eyes closed slightly, bathing in the morning glow, calmly raising his breath.

After the Quanzhen Inner Strength Mind Method is achieved, the posture requirements for cultivation become even lower. Basically, you can practice walking, sitting, or lying down, and you can run your inner qi and increase your cultivation level.

"Master Zhou heard the rumors outside?" Shen Jingjing put his breakfast on the table and said with a chuckle: "Now the sentiments are infuriated, and I think you, a major disciple of martial arts in the world, are bullying people."

"..." Zhou Heng slowly opened his eyes, turned to look at Shen Jingjing, and smiled: "How can I bully? I am a little 9th rank martial artist, weak and helpless. Can't I protect myself with a sharp weapon?"

"Weak, pitiful and helpless?" Shen Jingjing looked at Zhou Heng in amazement. After a while, she couldn't help but smile, "Master Zhou, do you say that your conscience won't hurt?"

A Ninth-Rank who kills eight-Rank like a chicken, actually says that he is weak, pitiful and helpless.

What kind of confusing behavior is this?

"The conscience of the people who spread the rumors is not hurt, what do I hurt?" Zhou Heng came to the table and took a bite of the beancurd that Shen Jingjing bought. "But this rumor spreads so badly, if the people from the Three Poison Sect or the Emperor Plague Sect are here, I should already know my identity."

"Are you trying to lead the snake out of the cave?" Shen Jingjing's eyes lit up, but then she worried again: "Will it be too dangerous? The martial arts of the Three Poison Sect and the Emperor Plague Sect are very strange. If you don't pay attention, you will be hit. It is very difficult. Deal with."

When the two discussed the news about the Three Poison Sect, Zhou Heng made it clear that he was only investigating the whereabouts of the Three Poison Sect to kill the people of the Plague Emperor Sect.

Therefore, Shen Jingjing can roughly guess Zhou Heng's next plan.

"Now is a good opportunity." Zhou Heng smiled: "If it goes well, you can directly lead them out. If you miss this time, I don't know when."

"Then when Chen Song comes to challenge you, I'll be on guard in secret, lest people from the Three Poison Sect and the Plague Emperor Sect really take advantage of it?" Shen Jingjing said.

She and Zhou Heng had the same goals, both of them were to deal with the Three Poison Sect and the Emperor Plague Sect, and they were naturally willing to cooperate.

"You don't have to wait for Chen Song to come to me." Zhou Heng drank the beancurd, lifted up his baggage, and took up his waist knife. "Since he wants to be shameful so much, then I will give him this opportunity."

"You want to take the initiative to find him?" Shen Jingjing asked in surprise. This is too arbitrary. Wouldn't he make plans without looking at the situation?

"He wants to coerce public opinion and public opinion, so that everyone feels that I have no weapon to be a waste. This is because I don't want me to use a weapon to fight him." Zhou Heng has already walked to the door of the room and said with a smile: "Then I am like him. As long as he was slashed with a stab."

After that, Zhou Heng left the door, leaving only Shen Jingjing in the room.

She was in a daze, and after a while, she murmured: "Is this what Mr. Storyteller said about'Happy Enmity'?"

Then she followed in secret.

Beware of the people from the Three Poison Gate and the Plague Emperor Sect.

...

After Zhou Heng stepped out of the inn, he immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Under the circumstance that the hearted people were taking the rhythm, many people gathered around, and even dared to go directly to Zhou Heng.

This kind of thing, with the first one, soon there will be a second, third, and even more people coming together.

So everyone asked in a rush.

"Do you really rely on a sharp weapon to get your current rankings?"

"If you don't have a sharp weapon, what level do you think your strength is, can you beat Rank 8?"

"Chen Song said to challenge you, do you dare not use a sharp weapon?"

"If you don't use a sharp weapon, how many tricks do you think you can survive under the hands of Chen Song, who is already Rank 7?"

Zhou Heng stopped, his eyes swept across the faces of these people, smiled, did not speak, and walked directly forward.

Someone who has something good leaned in to stop him, and opened his arms to stop Zhou Heng.

But the moment he came into contact with Zhou Heng's clothes, this person felt like he was reaching out to block a sharp knife. There was a sharp pain on the spot, and he quickly retracted his arm in fright.

However, even so, his arm was almost severed and blood flowed.

The rest of the people who wanted to stop Zhou Heng ended up almost like this. His body seemed to be covered with blades, and anyone who tried to stop him seemed to be cut by a knife.

This situation directly frightened the people who watched the bustle, especially some people who had collected money to spread rumors, were even more frightened and sat on the ground, looking at Zhou Heng incredulously.

OMG!

What's going on, is this an invisible sword spirit?

Could it be that Zhou Heng has an eighth rank?

The strangeness that Zhou Heng showed just now, in the eyes of these ordinary warriors, looked like an invisible sword energy.

And this kind of method, generally speaking, must reach the 8th rank at least, let the inner qi leak out of the body, it is possible to do it.

At this moment, many people regretted that their bowels were green, and they cursed secretly in their hearts.

Who on earth spread the rumors that Zhou Heng is a waste without a sharp weapon?

Whose waste can release invisible sword energy and hurt people silently? ?

Too bad!

At this time, Shen Jingjing, who was hiding in the dark, also saw this scene, thoughtfully, secretly said:

"No wonder he doesn't care about these rumors, because in the face of truly powerful strength, any rumors are meaningless and will be self-defeating. But how can he be so powerful?"

She looked at Zhou Hengyuan's back, a little lost.

...

Zhou Heng's way of dealing with those who do good things is very simple.

He put the additional attribute of sharpness +1 on his clothes.

Anyone who wants to stop him, as long as they touch his clothes, it is equivalent to withstand a sharp attack.

Even if it's just ordinary clothes, after adding sharpness +1, its sharpness is comparable to some good weapons.

Ordinary warriors couldn't bear it at all.

Moreover, this method can be achieved with invisible sword energy or sword energy. Even if he only has a ninth rank, he can still achieve similar effects if he has mastered some special martial arts.

This can cause some reasonable misunderstandings.

Zhou Heng came all the way to the inn where Chen Song and Chen Feihong lived, and followed a large group of people to see Zhou Heng and Chen Song fight.

Of course, no one dared to stop him this time.

At this time, Chen Song in the inn was still imagining how furious Zhou Heng would be when he heard those rumors and learned of the turbulent public opinion.

This made him happier as he thought about it, and the smile on his mouth became stronger.

In his opinion, Zhou Heng has only two choices next.

Either he needs to face, use a knife or use a sword, then he will have full confidence in defeating Zhou Heng.

Either shamelessly still use sharp weapons, so even if Zhou Heng wins, his reputation will definitely disappear, and he is just as happy.

"No matter what the situation is, I will be the final winner." Chen Song laughed softly, very satisfied with the conspiracy he had planned before.

"Zhou Heng came here." At this moment, Chen Feihong suddenly walked over, her brows frowned slightly, "Zhou Heng didn't wait for you to challenge, so he just brought the knife over."

"Haha, he is still affected by those remarks. Only with a knife, he will definitely die!" Chen Song smiled, and then went out with his sword. "He just came here by himself, sister, wait and watch me kill him! "

...

Chen Song and Chen Feihong are in another room of the inn.

The two men also sat at the window, looking at Zhou Heng on the street in front of the inn.

Their faces are pitted and covered with dense scars, and they are also painted with colorful paint. They also have holes in their lips, noses, and ears, which look very strange.

The two of them wore ordinary clothes, they were just coarse linen clothes, but their belts were very fancy and colorful, and they were wearing small cloth bags.

These little cloth bags are agitated from time to time, and they seem to contain living creatures, with tails or spikes protruding from the mouth of the cloth bags from time to time.

It was quite frightening.

"Zhou Heng, this is the outer disciple of the Pure Yang Palace. If we kill him, we should be rewarded by the master, and maybe we can get the attention of the Shangzong."

"Let's find the right opportunity and kill him by poisoning!"

"Hehe, I have the feeling that the master of the last sect should be nearby. Maybe this kid died of illness before we put the poison on him, hehe."

"The previous method is unpredictable, and it is indeed possible."

...

In a hospital not far from the inn.

A doctor who looked fifty or sixty years old, with a kind and kind face, was seeing a doctor suddenly raised his head and glanced at Zhou Heng, with a meaningful smile on his face.

"Doctor, what are you looking at?" the patient asked curiously.

"I'm looking at the next patient." The doctor smiled authentically, and at the same time tapped a certain acupuncture point of the patient.

After three days, the patient will die because of worsening condition.

...

At this time, dozens of hundreds of people had gathered on the street in front of the inn.

It's all here to watch the excitement.

However, Zhou Heng's surroundings were relatively empty, and no one dared to touch his mold.

Chen Songtijian walked out of the inn, glanced at Zhou Heng, his chin slightly raised, and sneered: "Zhou Heng, are you here to challenge me?"

"Wrong." Zhou Heng shook his head, drew his sword at the same time, and flew under his feet, as if he was stepping on the water, and he came to Chen Song in an instant, "I'll kill you!!"

The voice has not yet fallen--

boom!

Just hear a thunder, as if spring thunder exploded!

Everyone on the scene couldn't help but be agitated.

At the same time, a purple thunder gleamed from the waist knife in Zhou Heng's palm.

Like a bolt from the blue sky, slash to Chen Song!

The first hit of the seven purple thunders!

Spring thunderstorm is dying!

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