Ziqin's voice was cold and stern, but Zhao Min's face turned ugly after saying these words. Although he had not had much contact with him, how could Zhao Min not see that Ziqin's words were absolutely untrue.

Ziqin could actually do this kind of assassination behind his back.

Most of Zhao Min's people didn't know Ziqin's strength, so it didn't matter, but those who knew Ziqin's strength already had ugly expressions on their faces.

Especially the seven men carrying bows and arrows on their backs. They were eight brothers, and all of them had excellent archery skills. However, they didn't expect that the boss was shot to death by Zi Qin without even catching an arrow during the arrow competition with Zi Qin.

At this time, Zhao Min's eyes were also rolling slightly. She believed that Zi Qin had this strength. Originally, Wudang and his party had gained nothing, and the arrival of the Ming Cult had greatly increased her pressure, but it didn't matter.

Mingjiao is not weak in strength, but her subordinates are all experts, some of whom are top masters. It is impossible for Mingjiao to fight with her people even if they come to Mingjiao. However, what Ziqin just said made her feel anxious.

"Master He, you are the master of Kunlun."

Zhao Min raised her head and gritted her teeth and glared at Ziqin. She thought about it over and over, but there was nothing she could do about Ziqin. Instead, she could only threaten Ziqin with the Kunlun faction. However, she did not want to say these words out loud, but Ziqin laughed angrily.

"Kunlun, I forgot to thank you. Without you, I, the Kunlun disciples, would probably have forgotten that cultivators should sleep in the open air, and should go deep into the mountains to feel the majesty of nature. Or, you can send more

Soldiers and horses go and help my Kunlun disciples practice their actual combat skills."

Ziqin glared at Zhao Min angrily, but these few words were extremely sarcastic, but Zhao Min was speechless for a moment.

This is just shooting myself in the foot. She might be able to threaten Ziqin with the Kunlun faction, but she didn't expect that the Kunlun faction's station has been destroyed by her people. The entire Kunlun has hid in the mountains, and they are not afraid of you.

The army is encircling and suppressing, and the Kunlun Mountains stretch for thousands of miles. Even if you send an army of 100,000, it will be very difficult to find dozens of people who are willing to hide and have high martial arts skills.

"It seems that it is impossible not to give you the Yitian Sword. However, Master He, if you ask me to hand over the sword at the same time, it may not be a bit excessive. This sword is now in the hands of this servant of mine, and you will be able to hold it for generations."

I think it would be extremely easy to seize a sword from a servant, but I don’t know if three moves are enough.”

Zhao Min sighed helplessly, and suddenly pulled away, and a man holding a sword appeared behind him. This was a man who looked haggard, as if he was dead in the family, both in expression and appearance.

Looks like a young boy.

"I don't want the Eight-Armed Divine Sword to become the servant of the Prince of Ruyang. Miss Zhao, do you still want me not to hurt you, the servant?"

Ziqin looked at Zhao Min sarcastically. Different from the original work, Zhao Min wanted to temporarily hide the identity and martial arts of the Eight-Armed Divine Sword this time. Ziqin, who used words to bully him, could only use three moves to seize the Yitian Sword. If it were three moves,

If he failed to capture it, Ziqin would naturally have no face to capture it again.

However, Zhao Min never expected that Ziqin could see through the Eight-Armed Divine Sword's identity at a glance.

However, Zhao Min was definitely on Liu Bang's level when it came to being thick and black. After Zi Qin exposed her little thoughts, Zhao Min was not ashamed at all, but showed a charming smile.

"Then Zhao Min would like to thank Master He for your noble hand."

But this woman immediately hit the snake and followed it with a stick. In the main hall, the heroes of Mingjiao and Wudang couldn't help but cursed, while Zhao Min's subordinates laughed strangely together.

It is impossible for anyone to capture the shuriken of the Eight-Armed Divine Sword holding the Eternal Sword in three moves without damaging the Eight-Armed Divine Sword.

However, after Zhao Min finished speaking, Ziqin also showed a faint smile.

Three moves captured the Eight-Armed Divine Sword and the Yitian Sword in his hand, but did not damage the Eight-Armed Divine Sword at all.

This is also a great opportunity to make Kunlun swordsman famous.

To be honest, Ziqin was grateful to Zhao Min for giving him this opportunity.

The Eight-Armed Divine Sword may have good swordsmanship, but it was only good. For Ziqin, he had not practiced swordsmanship to the point where he could win with no moves and was not even qualified to be his opponent.

"Then I would like to thank Miss Zhao for returning the Yitian Sword."
Chapter completed!