Identity, according to the original work, is not likely to have much effect on Ban Shuxian. However, personal experience gave Ziqin a little confidence in his identity. Ban Shuxian might really be open to him because of his identity.

Most importantly, Ziqin also decided to show off his swordsmanship talent. Ziqin firmly believed that if Ban Shuxian really cared about Kunlun, she would not be able to ignore his swordsmanship talent.

In the room, He Taichong was pouring wine for Zhang Wuji. In fact, He Taichong was not completely ungrateful, but this man was just too afraid of Ban Shuxian.

Ban Shuxian stood there with a sneer. She was already old and beautiful, but she was still able to suppress He Taichong and obeyed her. All he relied on was the word "ruthless".

But now, it was time for her to embody the word "ruthless" again after giving the fifth lady a color, and this time the price was the life of a young man.

Letting an innocent young man lose his life is not a chivalrous way, but Ban Shuxian never regarded herself as a chivalrous person. He Zudao may have been a chivalrous person back then, but He Zudao's disciples were no longer chivalrous.

Kunlun is far outside the territory. There have been disputes here for years, and there are countless tribes, large and small. Some small tribes are destroyed every day. Life, death and destruction are the eternal melody here. The word chivalry, if you really have absolute power,

But there is no need to mention it, which probably means that it will be destroyed by the ridicule of others.

Ban Shuxian looked at Zhang Wuji and He Taichong coldly, but she didn't have the slightest pity in her heart.

The law of the jungle is the unchanging law of the world, and Ban Shuxian has always believed in this.

Zhang Wuji's expression was slightly sad. He never thought that saving people would result in a glass of poisoned wine. However, even at this moment, Zhang Wuji did not have the slightest idea of ​​not saving people in the future.

The only thing he was worried about was Yang Buhui.

He looked at Yang Buhui, but what he was thinking was that after his death, the people in Kunlun would probably not send Yang Buhui to Zuowang Peak.

However, that was in the future after all, but now if he didn't drink this poisonous wine, Yang Buhui would have to drink it.

Zhang Wuji picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it all in one gulp. Over there, Ban Shuxian sneered and asked Zhang Wuji to drink a bottle.

One time and one pot are definitely not the same concept.

A trace of anger flashed across Zhang Wuji's face, and his eyes glanced bitterly at He Taichong's group of people. However, these people who either had their concubines saved by him or whose lives were saved by him lowered their heads one after another, as if they didn't see his gaze.

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Zhang Wuji's heart gradually cooled down, and he grabbed the wine bottle on the table.

"bump"

At this moment, the door suddenly jumped open from the outside.

Zhang Wuji stupidly grabbed the wine bottle and looked towards the door. A young man about the same size as him was standing at the door with a cold face.

Ban Shuxian turned around angrily, but suddenly saw Ziqin, and was immediately stunned.

"He Jizu, you are so presumptuous."

After being stunned for a moment, Ban Shuxian roared angrily. She looked at Ziqin with her eyes as if she wanted to kill someone.

"If you let him drink that pot of wine, I'm afraid Kunlun will disappear from there."

Ziqin's expression was extremely calm, and he didn't seem to notice that Ban Shuxian was extremely angry. Before coming, Ziqin had many worries, including Ban Shuxian's anger. However, once he started to act, Ziqin could no longer

Worry about nothing.

"Kunlun doesn't talk about chivalry, but valuing kindness and keeping promises is a tradition passed down from our ancestors. Today, with this pot of wine, we have eliminated all the most precious traditions left by our ancestors. From now on, Kunlun will no longer be anything like this.

Kunlun."

Ziqin's voice was still cold. He raised his head and stared at Ban Shuxian and his wife with eyes like blazing flames.

In the room, the sound of heavy breathing could be heard, but the disciples of He Taichong and Ban Shuxian were frightened when they heard these words. They knew the tempers of Ban Shuxian and He Taichong very well, and secretly they couldn't help but sweat for Ziqin.

"You are lecturing us. Why are you lecturing us? He Jizu, you are becoming more and more presumptuous."

Ban Shuxian laughed angrily. His eyes gradually became colder when he looked at Ziqin. There was nothing she valued about Ziqin, but being scolded by a junior like this also made Ban Shuxian feel a little jealous.

The violent aura surged out.

"I'm not teaching you a lesson, I just want to tell you that if you don't abide by the traditions of your ancestors, you will never be able to practice the martial arts left by your ancestors."

Ziqin's head suddenly raised, and he looked directly at Ban Shuxian and He Taichong, "I know you won't believe my words, so I only ask to compete with you once and judge right and wrong based on victory or defeat."

Qin said the last sentence without hesitation. At this time, his martial arts was far from recovered. However, he knew that this was a world without reason. If you insist on being reasonable, then show your strength first. You are enough.

If you are strong, then everyone will listen to your reasoning, just like Zhang Wuji at Guangmingding.
Chapter completed!