small country farmer

Chapter 154 The Powerful Zhang Wei

The hall was suddenly pitch black, and you couldn't see your fingers. The cold and terrifying aura instantly locked onto Zhang Wei, with murderous intent.

Zhang Wei's expression changed drastically, his eyes shrank suddenly, and his heart was filled with life and death crisis. With a cold face, he let out a stern voice, and quickly backed away.

The person that Zhao Huamei called out suddenly was elusive, and Zhang Wei didn't see the other person's face clearly at all, but judging from Zhao Huamei's address, this person should be quite old.

It was pitch black all around, but Zhang Wei could really feel the strong aura in the man's body, and the momentum to suppress the aura in his body surprised Zhang Wei.

He is also a Qi trainer?And the cultivation level seems to be higher than mine.

Zhang Wei didn't dare to neglect, as he stepped back, a light flashed between his brows, and his see-through eyes instantly opened, trying to see the attacking person clearly.

"It turned out to be you!" Zhang Wei's eyes shrank slightly, and he was shocked. The person who attacked was the gray-clothed butler who had suspected his identity before.

He really didn't expect that the butler was actually a Qi trainer, it was too unexpected.

Uncle Zhong's old face was gloomy and wrinkled. In the darkness, he was particularly terrifying. He looked like a ghost. With a ferocious sneer, he raised his withered ghost hand and grabbed Zhang Wei suddenly.

"Very good, little miscellaneous fish, you can actually see the old slave, but those who saw the real face of the old slave are already dead."

"Oh, really? It's a pity that you can't kill me." Zhang Wei was very confident, and the corners of his mouth curled up, sneering again and again.

Although he could feel Uncle Zhong's terrifying aura, which was much stronger than himself, he had something to rely on, and if the situation was not good, he could escape completely.

Ever since he knew that there were other Qi practitioners in this world, Zhang Wei deliberately searched for some information about Qi practitioners through the smart chip.

Now he is no longer the ignorant boy he was before, he is already equivalent to an old driver.

Seeing Uncle Zhong's spooky ghost claws crazily swirling towards him with monstrous evil spirit, Zhang Wei's eyes flashed brightly, and with a deep shout, the energy in his body instantly condensed on his fists, and suddenly the golden light shone, extraordinarily gorgeous, and struck at him like lightning. Uncle Zhong.

"King Kong Fist!"

"Hmph, how dare you dare to act presumptuously in front of me at the early stage of refining and transforming gas? Suicide!" Uncle Zhong's cultivation base is obviously much stronger than that of Zhang Wei. Unexpectedly, he snorted coldly, and the offensive became more and more fierce .

According to the Taoism records of ancient cultivation, the cultivation process is divided into four realms: refining and transforming qi, refining qi to transform gods, refining gods to return emptiness, and refining emptiness to combine Taoism.

And among these four realms, each realm is divided into three sub-stages. For example, the refinement of qi is divided into three stages: the initial stage, the middle stage, and the consummation stage.

Zhang Wei's current cultivation base is just like Uncle Zhong said, it is only the initial stage of refining and transforming Qi.

As for Uncle Zhong's cultivation, Zhang Wei has already seen a general idea through the perspective method, it should be in the middle stage of refining and transforming Qi.

Although there is only a small stage difference, the cultivation base is a world of difference.

Zhang Wei didn't panic, he used his Vajra Fist with all his strength, wrapped in a strong golden light, and blasted towards Uncle Zhong in an instant.

The fist and palm collided in just one breath, and the two rays of light, gold and black, were intertwined in an instant, forming a gorgeous and dazzling light, sweeping across all directions.

The deafening roar shocked everyone in the darkness, their ears buzzed, and they became deaf for a while.

Lin Yu, Xiong Wantong, and Su Qingcheng's sisters were already stunned.

The whole hall seemed about to be overturned, and it was turned upside down by Zhang Wei and Uncle Zhong.

After only a few minutes of fighting, Uncle Zhong was deeply shocked by Zhang Wei's cultivation, he swung his palm to repel Zhang Wei, and took advantage of the victory to pursue.

There was a roar in Zhang Wei's body. After all, his cultivation base was much lower than Uncle Zhong's, and his blood was surging. Fortunately, he controlled it very well, otherwise he would spurt out a mouthful of old blood.

"You surprised me, but since the young master let you die, then you can stay tonight." A hoarse voice that seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell came from Zhongshu's mouth.

Suddenly, a disgusting bloody smell permeated the air instantly.

Zhang Wei frowned, and his face was a little pale. Uncle Zhong's blood flickered, and a huge blood-colored skeleton formed instantly, roaring extremely fiercely, and suddenly attacked Zhang Wei.

Surrounded by cold murderous intent, Zhang Wei knew that Uncle Zhong was using a magnified move.

Although he didn't know what kind of sorcery it was, he clearly felt a life-and-death crisis. With a serious expression on his face, he suddenly raised his hands and quickly made a tactic, and the aura around him soared wildly in an instant.

He only heard a low moan from his mouth, and amidst the flash of white light, his whole body was instantly filled with majestic aura, which was in stark contrast to Uncle Zhong's fierce and evil aura.

"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"

The four large white characters, with a crushing force, wrapped in billowing thunder, engulfed Uncle Zhong's bloody skull in anger.

In an instant, the wind howled, ghosts cried and wolves howled, and the world seemed to be overshadowed at this moment. The two terrifying auras collided quickly, and the terrifying fluctuations swept across all directions in an instant.

Zhang Wei's body shook, his face turned pale instantly, the blood in his body finally couldn't be suppressed, he felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood spewed out. Shocked, he hurriedly backed away, and suddenly eight thousand-year-old blood jade appeared in his hand, crystal clear and moist The light instantly enveloped his whole body.

And Uncle Zhong was not much better, bloodshot from the corner of his mouth, his figure was like a kite with a broken string, he quickly backed away, his eyes full of shock.

This miscellaneous cultivation base... is weird!
Immediately afterwards, Uncle Zhong stomped his feet suddenly, forcibly stabilized his figure, with murderous intent in his eyes, and rushed towards Zhang Wei again without saying a word.

He is Zhao Huamei's servant, as long as Zhao Huamei gives an order, he must obey.

Zhao Huamei said that if he wanted to kill Zhang Wei, he had to kill Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei frowned deeply. He had already been seriously injured. If it wasn't for the nourishment of the thousand-year-old blood jade, he would have struggled even to walk right now.

Seeing Uncle Zhong rushing again, his face darkened instantly, and suddenly he turned his head to look at Zhao Huamei who was not far away, and a strange smile rose from the corner of his mouth inexplicably.

He quickly galloped towards Zhao Huamei.

Immediately afterwards, there was a scream. In the darkness, Zhao Huamei's face was extremely pale, her eyes were wide open, full of panic.

"Bastard, bastard, what do you want? You fucking let me go, ah, it hurts! My neck! You're fucking looking for death."

"I'm looking for death? Tsk tsk, you are in my hands now, as long as I exert a little force, your neck will be broken, who do you think is looking for death?" Zhang Wei's eyes were cold, and he ruthlessly embedded Zhao Huamei's neck from behind , sneered again and again.

Zhao Huamei was terrified, her eyes were full of horror, but he was still stern and kept yelling, "You dare! You better let me go fucking, if you kill me, the police won't let you go, low Farmer, get your dirty hands off!"

"Police? You're going to kill me. Do you think the police are still useful at this moment?" Zhang Wei suddenly became ruthless and strangled him hard.

Zhao Huamei's face suddenly looked pained, the feeling of suffocation made him tremble all over, and the shadow of death made his legs go weak, he was so frightened that he was about to cry.

"You fucking...please...please...please...please let me go...let me go, you...whatever you want, I will...give it to you."

"Bah, baby, aren't you afraid of death? I thought you had so much backbone, it really made me sick!" Zhang Wei didn't expect that he would frighten Zhao Huamei like this with just a little effort, and he despised Zhao Huamei so much. .

Seeing that Zhao Huamei was being held hostage, Uncle Zhong stopped a long time ago and looked at Zhang Wei coldly, not daring to make any moves. He was in charge of protecting Mr. Zhao.

Zhang Wei gave Uncle Zhong a cold look, and snorted disdainfully, "Aren't you very attractive? Come on, your master's father is in my hands, come on, hit me."

Uncle Zhong looked at Zhang Wei's smug face, his face was livid, his whole body was trembling with anger, his teeth were itching with hatred, but he didn't dare to take any action, he could only let Zhang Wei groan.

"Hmph, old guy, don't think I'm afraid of you because I'm higher than me. I'm tired today and I don't want to play with you anymore, so I took your master father and left first."

Zhang Wei's internal condition was very bad. He had been pretending to be calm all the time. Now that he held Zhao Huamei hostage, he wanted to quit.

Uncle Zhong wanted to go forward, but was stopped by Zhang Wei's cold gaze, and he could only watch helplessly as Mr. Zhao was taken away by Zhang Wei.

Just as Zhang Wei took two steps, he suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhao Jianguo who was stunned aside, his eyes turned cold, dragged Zhao Huamei, and came to Zhao Jianguo's side.

There were several slaps towards Zhao Jianguo's face, and the gloomy and cold voice made Zhao Jianguo tremble all over, so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

"For my cousin's sake, I'll give you a few slaps. If you dare to provoke me again, I won't let you eat it. Just walk around. I don't care whose son you are."

Zhao Jianguo was already frightened, his expression was very dull, and his face was burning with pain, but now he didn't dare to make any complaints.

In the darkness, just after a while of silence, Zhang Wei's voice reached Zhao Jianguo's ears, frightening him to the point where the cold wind whizzed under his crotch, foaming at the mouth, and passed out.

"Oh, by the way, if you dare to treat my cousin badly, you will spend the rest of your life waiting to be a eunuch."

(End of this chapter)