Vol 5 Chapter 93: I am going to kill you.

Chen Xinghang is a famous general of the Chu Dynasty.
Before leading, he was one of the most outstanding disciples of Xian Fuzong.
He had already entered seven places before he became a general.
In a sense, in addition to the emperor of Xian Fuzong, the remaining old people of Xian Fuzong, if they are fighting with Chen Xing, may live Chen Xing.
This is probably the most important reason why these people asked Chen Xing to come back to kill Zhang Yi.
They need to be foolproof. &{}{}Fiction{][}nbsp; Looking down from this grasshopper, the sect of Xian Fuzong saw that the mountain gate of Xian Fuzong was also closed at this time.
When the mountain gate is closed, it is impossible for someone to enter Xian Fuzong for a while.
So, who can stop Chen Xing from killing Zhang Yi?
When the wise old man felt a little cold, a middle-aged man with a dusty body was slowly walking along the mountain road to a hall.
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When the middle-aged men in the dusty clothes walked slowly, Zhang Yi and more than a dozen disciples of Xian Fuzong were practicing... or exploring.
This hall is very ordinary, but it is made of ordinary nanmu and masonry. However, on every wooden pillar and wall in the interior, there is a stream of seemingly changing, yet almost eternal.
This stream of light is like everything that is imprisoned in this temple, so that this temple remains unchanged.
The inside of the hall is full of carved patterns. These patterns without fixed rules and patterns may be runes, or they may not. Inadvertently, some patterns will suddenly flash a glimmer of glory. It was like a lightning bolt suddenly flashed through the thundercloud.
This temple is the temple of heaven.
According to legend, the highest sign of Xian Fuzong is hidden in these complicated and unreasonable patterns.
The most important thing is that in the history of Xian Fuzong, in the seven people who realized the astronomical sign in the heavenly temple, each person realized the position of the pattern when they realized it.
Some people realized the meaning of the complicated patterns on the beams. Some people were in the window, some were on the masonry wall, and some people even realized the meaning of the mottled light and shadow through the window... However, all kinds of things, finally realized The artistic conception and power of the heavenly sign are the same.
Therefore, in all the records of Xian Fuzong, this is all about the same meaning and the same truth in the temple itself.
There are many roads leading to this truth, but the final return is the same.
The seven people who had previously realized that the Tiandaofu had become the lords of Xian Fuzong.
Therefore, it is not only important to take the Temple of Heaven. It is an ultimate honor to be able to enter this temple. Only some of the best students of the contemporary Xian Fuzong will be allowed to enter this practice.
In a sense, being able to enter here means having the possibility to become the next sovereign.
Good hopes can be exciting and delightful.
Especially for people who are easy to satisfy.
Zhang Yi is a very easy person to meet.
Being able to get some kind of goodwill, being able to stop being ridiculed or being cold-eyed is very satisfying for him.
As for the case of the Emperor Xian Fuzong, he never thought about it.
At this time, he squinted at the top of the temple and looked at the shades of the temple. He had a straightforward look, and the patterns on the heights were the most attractive part of the temple. He didn’t like the darkness that seemed to be wet. The pattern of the gas, but unfortunately, even if he is serious, he does not feel the slightest feeling, and does not feel the difference between these patterns and ordinary carving.
So that he began to have some eyelids sinking, a feeling of drowsiness.
The rest of the eyes swept to the side of Le Yi and others, sometimes frowning, sometimes contemplative, sometimes the eyes flashed, he thought that in such a solemn and meaningful place, he actually wanted to sleep, he suddenly felt some ashamed.
Suddenly, he felt more chill in his warm body.
This chill came from outside the temple.
He turned around with a shock and looked at the door of the temple.
No one noticed his movements, and even Le Yi, who was closest to him, did not pay attention, because no one except him felt the inexplicable chill.
The door of the temple has not yet been opened, but there are footsteps that sound like a drum in his ear.
This footstep is extremely even and powerful, with a rhythm and irony atmosphere that is not changed by foreign objects.
The first feeling given to him is like that even if it is a mountain river before the person's feet, he will use such a fixed step to go.
The temple door opened.
A trace of cool mountain wind really poured into the temple.
However, in Zhang Yi’s perception, the quiet space suddenly creaked, and the air was cut open by sharp swords and blades. The wind was strong and the nose was filled with rust and blood.
A middle-aged man appeared in his sight.
The middle-aged man is only wearing an ordinary cloth, but the sense of the breath, including the kind of middle-aged man who is as cold as a mountain, or from the inside of the body, from the strong heart The coldness meant that he instantly realized that this was a general, and that he was a great general who had gone through countless battles.
It was only then that the other disciples of the Emperor Xianzong in the Temple of Heaven discovered that the arrival of this person had turned around.
The middle-aged man is naturally Chen Xing.
His appearance is not outstanding, his skin color is a bit dark, there is a sword on his left cheek, and his eyes are too small.
However, because of all the unique temperament, everyone in the hall did not think that he was ugly.
"You are Zhang Yi?"
His eyes fell on Zhang Yi's body for the first time, so he didn't move away, and then with a little emotion, he said with sincerity, "You really are the best among the disciples of this generation, the first one can perceive me. s arrival."
Zhang Yi is a bit stunned, but he is a true gentleman, so he first bowed to the ceremony and asked first, "The younger generation is Zhang Yi, I don't know the predecessors?"
"Chen Xinghang."
The silent temple suddenly became awkward.
Zhang Yi stunned. He didn't know why the reaction was around because he hadn't heard of the name of the person in front of him. He suddenly felt ignorant and self-satisfied.
"Chen Xingshui is the practitioner of our sacred Fuzong. It is the general of the Hu Chu dynasty." A thin and slight female voice was introduced into the ear of Zhang Yi. He heard this is the voice of Murong Xiaoyi. .
Zhang Yiwei turned his head and thanked Murong Xiaoyi, not far behind him, and was even more puzzled and began to be even more shocked.
The Daqin dynasty was rewarded with military power. As a Qin, he naturally knew what a true general was.
"I can first sense the arrival of the general, just because I am a Qin, the meaning of the sword is more sensitive than they are, not to perceive them more than... or, I am not immersed in this."
However, he explained the sentence first and said: "So the general is a good reputation."
"Modesty and fearlessness are often the qualities that the practitioners need most to become stronger, but you have all the right." Chen Xing shook his head. "You don't have to be self-effacing. I have been practicing in Xian Fuzong for thirteen years. After 12 years in the border, I have seen countless people and have their own judgments."
Zhang Yi has always been arguing against people, and he is not arguing for himself. So when he hears this, he just drapes slightly and doesn't know what to say.
Chen Xingjing quietly looked at this young boy who admired himself. Some regrets, "But my trip is to kill you."
"what?"
When he said this, the whole temple was filled with air-conditioning.
Zhang Yi stayed.
"You don't need to ask why."
Chen Xing's cold eyes swept over everyone behind Zhang Yi, including Murong Xiaoyi, who was preparing to go forward. "I can be here, and Xian Fuzong closes the gate. No one is blocking. You should understand what happened. So people who are irrelevant will go out."
His voice contained a sword-like voice.
This sound makes everyone's body feel cold and the breathing can't help but get heavy.
Le Yi’s breathing stopped, and all the palms were cold sweat.
Murong Xiaoyan narrowed her eyes and she looked at Zhang Yi.
She saw Zhang Yi want to talk, and at the same time she thought that according to Chen Xing's attitude towards Zhang Yi, he should give Zhang Yi a chance to ask questions.
"I don't know who told you to kill me. But here, I am afraid it will be destroyed by the Temple of Heaven."
However, what made her almost speechless was that Zhang Yi’s mouth was saying such a sentence.
Until this time, Zhang Yi was still worried about destroying the temple by the first time.