Chapter 32 (1/2)

More than a dozen disciples of Ziyi sword school came after him and separated in an instant and surrounded Huang Xiaolong.

”What should I do, elder martial brother Cheng?” A disciple of the purple sword sect came to a middle-aged man and asked him that there was a small sword scar on his left face.

Zhang Hua, a middle-aged man with sword scar, glances at Huang Xiaolong and finally falls on Fei Hou's body, frowning because he can't see the strength of Fei Hou.

”Master, we are disciples of the purple sword sect. I hope you don't interfere with our affairs.” Zhang Hua thought for a while and said to Fei Hou, ”as long as you don't interfere in our affairs, we can let you leave safely.”

After all, this is the boundary of Luotong Kingdom, not cloud sea kingdom. Zhang Hua does not want to cause more troubles.

Fei hou can't help but look at Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong looks indifferent and looks at each other: ”do you mean that if we interfere in your affairs, then we can't leave safely?” Although the other party seems to be polite, but there is a threat in the words, Huang Xiaolong can naturally hear it.

Of course, Huang Xiaolong was born in Luotong kingdom. When he saw that the disciples of Star Academy in Luotong kingdom were chased by foreign disciples, he was more or less inclined to the disciples of XingKong college.

This is just like before in the earth, if the Chinese were bullied by the Japanese, Huang Xiaolong naturally preferred to his own country.

After listening to Huang Xiaolong's words, Zhang Hua's face sank.

”Boy, what are you talking about?” A disciple of Ziyi sword school was about to start to yell and scold him when he saw a little fart kid on the other side. He was about to yell and scold him. But suddenly, a figure passed by. He screamed and covered his face: ”my face, my face!”

Ten more bloodstains were found on his left and right faces.

It was the purplish monkey that put out his hand. After he made a move, he fell back on Huang Xiaolong's shoulder and grinned at the disciple of Ziyi sword school.

”Beast, you want to die!” In the scream, the disciple of the purple sword clan was angry in his heart. With a wave of his sword in his hand and his fighting spirit filled, he chopped at the purple monkey.

Around Ziyi Jianzong's disciples saw that their companions were injured, and three of them couldn't help but fight one after another.

Huang Xiaolong is shrouded in the shadow of the sword.

Zhang Hua couldn't stop it. He saw that the sword spirit of the four people would fall on Huang Xiaolong and the purple monkey. But suddenly, the shadow of the sword disappeared. All the four disciples of the purple sword school flying upside down. When they landed, their bodies jumped twice, and then there was no movement. They died!

Fei Hou took back his hands and coldly looked at the four disciples of Ziyi sword sect. Then he turned his head and respectfully said to Huang Xiaolong, ”little master, are you ok?”

Huang Xiaolong shook his head: ”I'm ok.” In fact, even if Fei Hou didn't make a move, the four disciples of Ziyi Jianzong could not hurt Huang Xiaolong. Huang Xiaolong could see that the four disciples of Ziyi Jianzong were just five levels of strength.

Zhang Hua and his disciples around Ziyi sword school looked at the corpses of the four purple sword sect disciples lying there. They were stunned and then angry. Zhang Hua turned his head with cold eyes and looked at Fei Hou: ”do you dare to kill our Ziyi Jianzong disciples?”

Fei Hou did not answer, coldly looking at Zhang Hua: ”those who dare to hurt the little master, die!”

This is the rule of the Shura sect. Anyone who dares to hurt the sect leader must be killed with all his strength!

Zhang Hua was angry in his heart and his face was cold: ”good.” Then, with a wave of his hand, he said to other disciples of Ziyi sword sect: ”let's go!” Finish saying, then turn to retreat.

The crowd was stunned.

”Go? Who let you go Just then, Huang Xiaolong's cold voice sounded.