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Chapter 98 The reason for destroying the door

Walking inside, the smell of corpses and the sight of stumps reminded Tong Hua of an unpleasant day.

At that time, there was a lunatic in front of this section of the road.

Thinking of that person, Tong Hua grabs the corner of Nazan's clothes in shock.

"Have you become so timid?" Nazan smiled and held her hand.

"It has nothing to do with courage." Tong Hua bit her lip, "Been trapped by a nightmare for many years, if it were you, seeing the same scene again would be just as frightening."

"What? Can't your young man clear up these nightmares? Then I will oppose this marriage."

"Don't take advantage of me, what right do you have to object?"

Turn the corner and see an open cave.

There is a living person in the cave, holding a knife and looking at the two people who came in.

Tong Hua: "Master Witch King, I blame you for speaking so loudly, I startled the snake."

Nazan: "Mistress Saintess, look carefully, this is at best a cowardly mouse."

The two of them were not afraid of traps in the cave at all. To them, as long as it was from the southern border, there was nothing to be afraid of.

The insects were afraid that they would not be able to get close to them, and with Tong Hua around, no poison would work.

Seeing that the two of them easily broke his plot, Meng Qing panicked.

"Master Witch King actually left Southern Border, are you afraid that the elders will find out and blame him?"

"I'm scared, I'm so scared to death." Nazan raised his mouth, "In order not to be blamed, I have to take the head of the leader back and make up for it."

Tong Hua waved her hand beside her: "This place stinks, hurry up."

Seeing that Nazan couldn't make sense, Meng Qing turned his head to attack Tong Hua: "A remnant from the Central Plains who fled to the southern border can become a saint in the southern border. I'm afraid we can't find out what happened in the middle."

Tong Hua: "If you can't check it, I'm already a saint of Southern Border, below the Witch King, above all Gu, don't say you can't go back to Southern Border, even if you go back, what can you change? The elder who is talking about the matter, don’t you know that I am not from southern Xinjiang, so I can’t be a saint? I am a saint who has broken through the forbidden area, and no one can object. Chief Meng, we are not here to catch up with you, hurry up Let Lord Witch King kill him, so we can get out of here quickly. You haven’t learned Bassong’s skills, but you’ve learned [-]% of this stinky habit..." Then he turned his head and asked Nazan, and found out if Meng Qing was because of him The body smell is too strong.

Meng Qing tightly shook the knife in his hand, stared at Tong Hua, gritted his teeth and asked her: "You don't want to know the relationship between the secret medicine and Baiwu Villa?"

Tong Hua looked at him with calm eyes.

Meng Qing: "Sifang Villa has mastered a large number of Yuantian pills, and there are traces of southern borders in them, and the three corpse pills of that year also have traces of southern border secrets... Miss Tong, you don't want to know why they are the first The one that died, is the White Mist Villa?"

Tong Hua: "Because if we continue to investigate, sooner or later we will find out that the key to the secret medicine is not poison."

Even if Tong Bo can't find out that this is the secret art of Southern Xinjiang, his remarks that prove that it is not only poisonous but also has other things may affect the plans of the people behind the scenes.

The rivers and lakes are so big, and the curiosity of those who can't keep them is overwhelmed. They went to Baiwu Villa to study the secret medicine with the old owner, and discovered the secret technique of southern border.

Lu Pengan from Jindingmen recognized him immediately.

Tong Hua doesn't think that the person behind the scenes is from Southern Xinjiang, but it should be easier to find out the origin of Gu Art from Southern Xinjiang than in the Central Plains.

"Boss Meng, if this is your biggest bargaining chip to save your life, then you can die."

"Don't you want to know who it is?"

"Yes, but you don't necessarily know."

There are no one thousand or eight hundred villages in southern Xinjiang, and the leader is actually the owner of the village.Famous and promising leaders can speak louder.Southern Xinjiang relies entirely on strength to speak, unlike the Central Plains martial arts, it can be successful even if it is pretending.

Meng Qing is powerful, famous and ambitious, that's why he went astray, he wanted to use evil attack to become more powerful, in order to practice Gu, poison and kung fu, and kill innocent people, what he wanted was not only the number one in Southern Xinjiang, but also He set his sights on the position of the Witch King.If it weren't for being too ambitious to pretend to be missed, people would not have discovered the killing and practicing kung fu.

Taking advantage of the chaos in southern Xinjiang, this man joined the rebel army in order to protect himself. He was notorious for being cruel and cruel, and caused a lot of trouble for Nazan and Tong Hua back then.

Tong Hua said that he didn't know the details. After becoming obsessed with the evil attack, he didn't even know everything about his own village. How could he know about such a big event of stealing the secret art of southern border.

Nazan: "Stop talking nonsense, come here and die." He stepped forward slowly, clenched his fists, and didn't intend to draw out the knife at his waist.

Meng Qing hurriedly said: "I know, I really know! Although I don't know who it is, I know how the secret technique was stolen!" He shouted loudly and was very nervous, "This matter, the existing elders in southern Xinjiang You may not know better than me, I can tell you, but you must let me go today!"

Nazan stopped, not because he was moved by the proposal, but because he didn't understand: "It's possible for you to confront me head-on and find an opportunity to escape, and with your character, you won't be afraid of this just because you have an extra saint...Meng leader, Something is wrong with you."

Meng Qing's expression changed, and his hands began to tremble.

With a strange laugh, Tong Hua imitated the appearance of a madman, and stared at Meng Qing blankly: "The exercises left by Bassong back then were incomplete, and he took away the key things. You follow the exercises to practice." , You can’t even get out at the end of the practice. In order to survive, you can only continue to practice, and then you find that if you don’t practice, you will die, and if you practice, life will be worse than death, right?”

That technique is called Charming Technique, and it is a forbidden technique in southern Xinjiang, and it is also the most powerful martial art in southern Xinjiang. However, if it is set as a forbidden technique, there must be a reason why it cannot be cultivated at will.

Meng Qing practiced according to the incomplete skills, which caused him to fail in the evil attack, and made him look like a human being.

At the beginning, if you don’t practice, you will die, so you can only continue to practice, thinking that you can save your life. Unexpectedly, if you continue to practice, the situation of backlash will become more serious, and life is worse than death...

Tong Hua: "He can't fight back. He probably has lost all his martial arts right now, and there are only endless backlashes left to torture him day and night. He can only find a way to survive."

Nazan glanced at Tong Hua suddenly, he had something to say but didn't say it.

Meng Qing: "As long as you let me go today, I will tell you everything I know."

Nazan: "What should I do, Mrs. Saint, this news is very important to you, right? Do you want to release him?"

Tong Hua: "I'm a little moved, how about Lord Witch King do me a favor?"

Nazan obediently retreated to Tong Hua's side.

Hearing Lu Pengan talk about the Gu technique in the secret medicine before, Tong Hua realized that this is not something that ordinary people can learn, not to mention, the three stages of learning, knowing, and using are very different.

Someone once told Tong Hua that the Gu art in Nanjiang is just a child's joke, and the real Gu art is either lost or not easily revealed to others, because this is the trump card of Nanjiang's success.

(End of this chapter)