Chapter: 6033
"You want to withdraw, but can you really withdraw?"
Lu Ziming's words were sharp, and the atmosphere in this world suddenly became dignified.
There was no sound, only the surrounding vegetation swaying in the wind.
After a long silence, Zhang Jiuling sighed.
"Yes, Master Lu, you are right."
"The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop."
"The supreme powerhouse who was number one in the heavenly rankings all fell under the struggle of martial arts forces."
"Now how can we talk about me, an old man who doesn't even have a title?"
"Tell me, who wants to get involved in the land of Jiangbei."
"You can tell him that my Zhang family has no intention of competing with him for power."
"If he wants to take charge of Jiangbei, I, Zhang Jiuling, will never interfere as the co-master of Jiangbei Martial Arts."
"If he still doesn't feel at ease, he insists on getting rid of me to avoid future troubles. Then tell him to wait for me in the West Lake."
"Brother Song Liang's stools stained the West Lake back then, if I, Zhang Jiuling, unfortunately died and my bones were buried in the West Lake, I would be able to meet my old friend at the spring."
Zhang Jiuling spoke calmly, his low-pitched words were like a still water in a flat lake.
Even things like death have become so common in his mouth.
That's right, for a centenarian like Zhang Jiuling, he has seen too many sinister hearts and conflicts of interest.
When the world is clarified, things like life and death seem too rare and ordinary.
As a result, when Zhang Jiuling said these words, Zhang Jiuling's old eyes still did not open, and his emotions did not fluctuate in any way.
"Grandpa, you can't die."
"This battle, my granddaughter will take over for you!"
"Over the years, my granddaughter's Nine Swords of the West Lake has reached the level of perfection. Even if she is a master master, my granddaughter still has the power to fight!"
Hearing his grandfather's words almost like asking Gu, Zhang Zixi was immediately anxious, and stepped forward to speak.
At that time, Lu Ziming sneered and said, "Nine Swords of West Lake?"
"Niece Zixi, it's not my uncle who hit you. The one who came to Jiangbei this time, let alone the nine swords of the West Lake, but your West Lake swordsmanship has ninety-nine swords. You have no chance of winning this battle."
"Not to mention you, even including your grandfather and your entire Zhang family, it's still far from enough."
"This character is beyond the reach of our Jiangbei force!"
"Impossible!" Zhang Zixi refused to accept, "My grandfather said that in this scorching summer land, I can fight against all the people except for the Zhu Kingdoms in the Hall of Valor."
Facing Zhang Zixi's arrogance, Lu Ziming didn't answer, just smiled without saying a word.
"Zixi, you should step back first."
"This is something for our older generation, you are still young." JrNovels.com
Lu Ziming's words were sharp, and the atmosphere in this world suddenly became dignified.
There was no sound, only the surrounding vegetation swaying in the wind.
After a long silence, Zhang Jiuling sighed.
"Yes, Master Lu, you are right."
"The tree wants to be still but the wind doesn't stop."
"The supreme powerhouse who was number one in the heavenly rankings all fell under the struggle of martial arts forces."
"Now how can we talk about me, an old man who doesn't even have a title?"
"Tell me, who wants to get involved in the land of Jiangbei."
"You can tell him that my Zhang family has no intention of competing with him for power."
"If he wants to take charge of Jiangbei, I, Zhang Jiuling, will never interfere as the co-master of Jiangbei Martial Arts."
"If he still doesn't feel at ease, he insists on getting rid of me to avoid future troubles. Then tell him to wait for me in the West Lake."
"Brother Song Liang's stools stained the West Lake back then, if I, Zhang Jiuling, unfortunately died and my bones were buried in the West Lake, I would be able to meet my old friend at the spring."
Zhang Jiuling spoke calmly, his low-pitched words were like a still water in a flat lake.
Even things like death have become so common in his mouth.
That's right, for a centenarian like Zhang Jiuling, he has seen too many sinister hearts and conflicts of interest.
When the world is clarified, things like life and death seem too rare and ordinary.
As a result, when Zhang Jiuling said these words, Zhang Jiuling's old eyes still did not open, and his emotions did not fluctuate in any way.
"Grandpa, you can't die."
"This battle, my granddaughter will take over for you!"
"Over the years, my granddaughter's Nine Swords of the West Lake has reached the level of perfection. Even if she is a master master, my granddaughter still has the power to fight!"
Hearing his grandfather's words almost like asking Gu, Zhang Zixi was immediately anxious, and stepped forward to speak.
At that time, Lu Ziming sneered and said, "Nine Swords of West Lake?"
"Niece Zixi, it's not my uncle who hit you. The one who came to Jiangbei this time, let alone the nine swords of the West Lake, but your West Lake swordsmanship has ninety-nine swords. You have no chance of winning this battle."
"Not to mention you, even including your grandfather and your entire Zhang family, it's still far from enough."
"This character is beyond the reach of our Jiangbei force!"
"Impossible!" Zhang Zixi refused to accept, "My grandfather said that in this scorching summer land, I can fight against all the people except for the Zhu Kingdoms in the Hall of Valor."
Facing Zhang Zixi's arrogance, Lu Ziming didn't answer, just smiled without saying a word.
"Zixi, you should step back first."
"This is something for our older generation, you are still young." JrNovels.com
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