C1152 Ambush
C1152 Ambush
The Rakshasa Clan that had been glorious for so many years was gradually decaying, not wanting to advance, and their control over the other clans was also greatly reduced.
Not long after, A foreign clan had already beaten the Rakshasa Clan to a pulp. The former glory of the Rakshasa Clan was gone in an instant.
The surviving Rakshasa Clan members quietly disappeared from this land. No one knew where the survivors of the Rakshasa Clan went.
Along with the disappearance of the Rakshasa Clan, there was also the shocking work of Lordan - Sang Yufei.
After Hong You finished telling the story, Shen Yih and Zichengjian, who were standing at the side, fell into an endless state of shock.
This ordinary-looking old man knew everything about the Rakshasa Clan so well.
A strange thought popped up in Shen Yih's heart. Although he already had an idea in his mind, Shen Yih did not say it out loud.
"Master, this' Sang Yu is not late ', is it really as miraculous as the legends say?" Zichengjian always felt that the matter of Luo Erdan was a little exaggerated.
Besides, Luo Erdan was from the ancient era, and was countless years away from the present. As for whether those legends were true or false, no one could say for sure.
Although Asura City did not lack gold, silver, and treasures, if the secret recipe was fake, where would he put his face as Asura City's City Lord after it was spread out?
The old man was furious when he heard Meridian Sword's question, and he said in a stern voice, "Bullshit! The glory of the Rakshasa Clan in the past was entirely due to the genius, Emperor Luo Erdan, and it's recorded clearly in history. How dare you, a mere City Lord, question the authority of the Rakshasa Clan?"
The old man's rebuke further strengthened Shen Yih's thoughts.
Ziyue Jian's face turned red, but he could not say anything else.
Shen Yih continued, "The old man has sharp eyes. You are a true hero!"
The old man did not listen to the compliments at all.
He glared at Shen Yih angrily and forced Shen Yih to the corner of the hall step by step.
"Speak! Where did you get this secret recipe from?" The old man's eyes looked like they were about to kill someone.
Although Shen Yih kept backing down, it was not because he was afraid of him.
The relationship between the old man and the Ziwu Sword was extraordinary. It seemed that the Ziwu Sword was very afraid of this master. If they turned hostile now, there was an 80% chance that Ziwu Jian would chase them away.
This time, he had issued a military order in front of the Northern Mountain Wolf King. The matter had not been clarified yet. If he returned in such a dejected manner, he would definitely become the laughing stock of the Northern Mountain.
Shen Yih had nowhere to retreat to. He said indifferently: "This secret prescription was obtained by accident. I spent a large sum of money to buy it from a traveling monk!"
Shen Yih's brain spun rapidly as he came up with a dignified reason.
Humph, traveling monk, even if you doubt me, where are you going to find evidence?
The old man continued to ask sternly, "Where did that monk go? How much did you spend to buy it? How could he easily sell such a priceless treasure to you? "
Three questions in a row.
Shen Yih already knew that he would ask such a question, so he explained it in detail.
"The first question, since it's a traveling monk, I naturally don't know where he will go after meeting me!"
"The second question was discussed with the monk. Three years later, I'm going to build him a Maitreya Buddha in the water and call it the Jade Water Cloud Sky. Since it's called Jade Water Cloud Sky, even an idiot would know that the body of the Buddha statue must be pierced into the clouds. "
" The third question is why he sold it to me. Maybe it's because I'm handsome and pleasing to the eye, or maybe it's because I have wisdom roots. "
"Of course, I'm guessing blindly. As for why he sold it to me, you have to ask him!"
Shen Yih's reply nearly angered Hong You's Elder to death.
"Bastard, you're courting death!" The old man raised his palm. There was a faint rumbling of thunder in his palm.
This old man had a really bad temper.
Shen Yih really wanted to teach this old man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth a lesson. He was already so old, yet he was still so impulsive. He had to let him gain some experience.
The old man's palm was still in midair when a golden arrow shot into the hall from outside with a swoosh.
Hearing the sound of the arrow, the old man hurriedly turned around.
Fortunately, this arrow wasn't aimed at him.
The arrowhead of the golden arrow contained a powerful cultivation, and it rushed straight towards the Meridian Sword on the desk.
The Ziwu Sword did not panic. He smiled and waited until the golden arrow was in front of him and was about to pierce into his body. Then, he slowly made his move and firmly grabbed the arrow.
Such a lowly person, with such a lousy ability, dared to come and die.
Shen Yih looked at the golden arrow in Wu Zijian's hand and immediately recognized it. It was the arrow of the tanned man who saved him back then.
Before Ziwu Jian could rejoice for too long, countless golden arrows broke through the door and entered, accompanied by a loud voice, "Ten thousand arrows, return to the sect!"
The tanned man's voice followed closely behind the golden arrows.
Zichengjian was shocked. With so many golden arrows, there was no way he could withstand them.
The old man's face darkened. He ignored Shen Yih and struck out with both palms. Lightning flashed out from each of his palms. The lightning seemed to have eyes, shuttling back and forth between the golden arrows.
In the blink of an eye, all the golden arrows were tied together by the lightning in his palm.
The old man's cultivation was not bad, being able to instantly withdraw all the golden arrows.
However, the tanned man had no time at all.
Zichengjian saw darkness in front of his eyes, and a golden arrow had already reached his neck.
Zichengjian could feel that the arrowhead of the golden arrow contained extremely powerful magic power.
If it were to pierce into his body, his soul would definitely scatter.
The old man wanted to go and save him, but it was already too late.
"Trash!" The old man cursed.
The old man's words were naturally referring to the Meridian Sword.
"Kidnapping and threatening the City Lord. Are you tired of living?" The old man saw that the tanned man did not make a move immediately and knew that he had a request, so he quickly calmed down.
"Hmph! Everyone has to punish the scum of the Asura Race!" The tanned man's voice was cold to the depths of hell.
The old man was furious and shouted, "Where did this wild man come from? How dare he be so rude!"
The tanned man did not respond to the old man's words. He only lightly poked the neck of the Meridian Sword with the arrowhead.
Ziwu Jian immediately wailed like a ghost. A few wisps of black smoke also rose from his neck.
"Humph! Humph! As expected, the Asura Race are all soft bones. " The tanned man mocked.
After the black smoke dissipated, Meridian Sword's pain eased a bit. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his legs began to tremble with fear.
Shen Yih laughed secretly. It seemed that the Asura Race was just so-so.
Ziwu Jian did not care much and said in a trembling voice, "Hero, I am not a member of the Asura Race. Please let me go, I beg you!"
"Weak bones!" The old man angrily shouted.
Although Zichengjian was afraid of the old man, he cared more about his own life.
When they heard Ziwu Jian say that they were not from the Asura Race, the tanned man and Shen Yih were both stunned.
Thinking about it again, Shen Yih felt relieved.
Ziwu Jian was right. He might not really be a member of the Asura Race.