Chapter 292 How to repay kindness with kindness?

Henry Zhang looked at the three elders in front of him.

He also disliked this elder from the three tribes many times.

Too strong and too paranoid!

But the last words he said really shocked Henry Zhang’s heart.

Yes!

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

"Old oil man, come out!" Henry Zhang shouted.

The old greaser came out drunk.

"Temple Master, you are discussing important matters with several clan elders, why do you ask me, an old guy, to come out?" the old oil man said with drunken eyes.

"Please answer the questions from the elders of the three clans."

"what is the problem?"

"Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?"

"This old guy like me can't answer such a profound question."

"Zhang Jianqiu——" Henry Zhang roared.

The oily old man was startled.

He didn’t expect that Henry Zhang would call him by his first name.

This is a long-lost name.

Zhang Jianqiu, the leader of Zhang Jiaji’s swordsmanship!

At this time, the old oil man seemed to wake up suddenly and looked at Henry Zhang in front of him.

"I want to destroy the common people, but I have no worries. Senior Zhang Jianqiu, I think your strength has almost recovered?" Henry Zhang said lightly.

"When did you find out?" the old oil man said with a solemn expression.

"Intuition, some little bits and pieces of getting along, put together, you can get a general picture." Henry Zhang looked at the old oil man in front of him as if he were a stranger.

The elders of all clans were confused at this time.

"What are you two talking about? Why can't I understand you at all?" Zhang Yuhuai asked.

"This person," Henry Zhang pointed at the old oil man, "when he entered the ruins of the ancestral witch, he got a great opportunity and has reached the highest level of a witch disciple. The so-called possession of the sword soul is just the manifestation of the shaman pattern of the witch disciple."

"How is that possible?" Zhang Yuhuai shook his head and said, "He clearly understood the possession of the sword soul from the sword wall. At that time, he had not yet stepped into the ruins of the ancestral witch."

"Can the sword soul possessed by the sword wall be able to take a move from the golden elixir monk?"

"No, at that time, when he was in the late stage of Qi refining, he could only take one move from a monk in the early stage of foundation building."

"Doesn't that explain it? It's just that when he entered the ruins of the ancestral witch and gained a great opportunity, the Danhai was also shattered." Henry Zhang said.

At this time, Zhang Yuhuai looked at the old oil man and asked: "Is what the old man from the Ten Clans said true? Have you obtained the inheritance of the ancestral witch relics?"

"Yes." The old greaser said expressionlessly.

Henry Zhang said: "The locusts have stabilized. Now is the time to break it. Are you right, Senior Zhang Jianqiu?"

"Exactly." The old oily man's white hair was flying, and his eyes could not hide the loneliness.

"What is your purpose for coming back? Revenge?" Zhang Yuhuai asked.

"Otherwise? You won't come back to repay your kindness, right?"

Zhang Yuhuai looked in disbelief: "No, absolutely not, you can't be such a person!"

"Why not?" The old oily man smiled bitterly, "All of my 587 strong branches died. My father, my mother, and my wife all died in the ruins of the ancestral witch. Shouldn't someone take responsibility for this?"

"You've been lurking in my Fairy Cat Valley for fifty years. Why haven't you taken action yet and saved my Fairy Cat Valley from fire and water many times?"

"Of course I am the one to kill my enemy." There was unconcealable murderous intent in the old oil man's eyes.

"What do you want?"

"Of course, the living souls of the entire Immortal Cat Valley monks are integrated into my witchcraft patterns to help me achieve the realm of a wizard. I have been waiting for this moment for fifty years."

"The family is innocent..." Zhang Yuhuai wanted to say something else.

"Then whoever you say is not innocent, hand him over." The old oily man gave Zhang Yuhuai a cold look.

Zhang Yuhuai was silent, not knowing what to say.

Back then, it was the old patriarch who expelled Zhang Jianqiu Qiangzhi from Fairy Cat Valley for the sake of the overall interests of the family, resulting in the death of more than 500 members of Zhang Jianqiu's family.

Who will take responsibility for this?

Zhang Yujue said with a cold tone: "Now the patriarch is a fake alchemy monk, plus we have dozens of foundations, you are in the early stage of Qi refining, and you want to extinguish the souls of all the monks in our Immortal Cat Valley, you are too loud. Just a little bit."

"What if we are added?"

Everyone turned around and saw that the person speaking was Shi Hongdao Wu, and Qian'er stood next to her with her head lowered.

"My King's Castle is standing on the side of Fairy Cat Valley." The person who spoke was Tie Zhixin, and beside him stood 20 foundation-building monks.

There were 30 foundation-building monks on site, and one golden elixir combat monk.

Henry Zhang took out all 20 golden holy corpses and seven second-level monster puppets.

After all, he had seen with his own eyes the strength of the old oily man possessed by the sword spirit.

He had to pull out all his cards.

"And I--"

Everyone is looking for a reputation.

I saw a third-order spiritual clam coming from a distance.

"After all, it is the ancestor-protecting spirit beast of Zhangjiaji. If you want to destroy the Immortal Cat Valley, no matter what, I will come to help." The third-level spirit clam said, stroking the two long whiskers at the corners of his mouth.

Seeing the third-order spiritual clam joining, everyone immediately felt confident.

This is a real third-order spiritual beast.

Zhang Yuhuai's eyes were cloudy at this time, and he said in an old voice: "Brother Jianqiu, this page is over, let's just pretend that nothing happened, okay?"

"Hahahaha..." The old oily man laughed loudly.

"Zhang Jianqiu, I advise you not to be too arrogant!" Zhang Yujue shouted.

"There may be many roads, but I just like to choose the most difficult one." The old oil man said leisurely.

"Now that the locusts are raging, our Fairy Cat Valley can't stand the torment anymore. How can you give up?" Zhang Yuhuai said heartbrokenly.

"I want my father, my mother, and my wife to come back to life." The old greaser said calmly.

"Clan leader, what nonsense are you talking to him? Kill this guy who overestimates his capabilities right now!" Zhang Yujue had a stern look on his face.

"Shut up!" Zhang Yuhuai yelled at Zhang Yujue, "We have already made a mistake, do we want to make another mistake?"

"Zhang Yuhuai, it's over..." the old oily man teased.

"The clan leader cannot be insulted!"

What Zhang Xuan didn't expect was that the first one to rush forward was Zhang Meng, the old man from the second clan.

Zhang Meng, the old man from the second clan, turned into a sword and charged towards the old oil man with all his strength.

"Possessed by the sword soul!"

The old oil man shouted loudly.

The momentum of the magic sword in his hand is rising steadily

A first-level low-grade magic sword.

A first-level middle-grade magical sword.

……

All the way up to the third level magic weapon.

The huge sword shadow covered the entire sky.

The entire Fairy Cat Valley began to tremble violently under the shadow of this sword.

The sword is like a rainbow, emitting dazzling brilliance.

Such a wonderful and decisive sword move brought hope to the family every time the old oil man used it.

But now, it makes everyone present palpitate.

The sword shadow falls.

It seemed as if the entire sky was about to collapse.

The sword transformed by the elders of the two clans began to wither piece by piece before it even got close to the sword shadow.

"Old man from the second clan——"

Zhang Yuhuai roared and unsheathed the Wuyou sword in his hand.

"Sword Shadow Thousands of Weights!"

Countless swords soared into the sky, protecting Zhang Meng, the elder of the two clans.

The old man from the second clan was covered in blood and flesh and was unconscious.

"Clap clap clap..."

One after another, the swords began to fall under the pressure of this huge sword shadow.