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Chapter 128 Uncle Feng: I understand, I think you want to let me go down early! (Please subscribe!)

Light, light, light,

The bright light of thunder,

The dazzling evil-destroying golden light,

As the sword moved, it suddenly exploded, exuding murderous intent, and the poisonous dragon seemed to be trying to choose someone to devour, and it stabbed straight at him.

The surrounding smoke surged, and the air chirped. Seeing that Michiko couldn't dodge, her eyes were hard, and Billy in her arms turned into a shield and moved forward.

At the same time, the murderous intent and resentment in her eyes became more intense and obvious. The corners of Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched, and she felt that this bitch was sick!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood was heard. Just when Michiko thought nothing was wrong, Zhao Zheng's magic sword penetrated directly and completely avoided all of Billy's bones.

Stab Michiko in the abdomen!

"mouth……"

Halfway through shouting the word ah, Michiko realized that the power of the sword was not as painful as she thought. She quickly grabbed Billy, holding the wound on her abdomen and retreated away.

However, just as she pulled away, she felt an extremely overbearing mana in her abdomen instantly penetrated her legs.

A feeling of lightness came from her legs, and Michiko was stunned to find that her feet were off the ground, which made her slightly stunned.

"Can I fly?"

Michiko tried to control the left and right sides, but found that she couldn't control it at all, and could only be forced to fly upwards, which made her expression change drastically.

Uncle Feng, who came looking for the sound, looked confused and stunned, obviously after a fierce battle. Wait, the enemy can fly?

Is her realm so high?

wrong,

something is wrong,

How could she fly and still look terrified?

"She's afraid of heights!"

Zhao Zheng added, and Uncle Feng glared at Zhao Zheng angrily. He opened the box in his hand and threw the outside mirror to Michiko.

"then!"

Michiko subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and for a moment she felt a wave of demon-suppressing power coming over her, forcing her left hand to clasp the outside mirror tightly.

At the same time, the terrifying power of suppressing demons, or the ability to suppress the left path, bloomed, but it broke the left path technique she practiced in an instant.

Devouring her vitality and mana, the skin of her palms, arms, and eventually her whole body lost elasticity at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just like dried pork, in just a few breaths, she aged more than forty years, became white-haired, and full of wrinkles. It looked like there was only one Tianling Cap still outside the earth, like a mirror. Zhao Zheng's eyes lit up when he saw Wei Li.

This mirror,

look familiar,

It looks so familiar,

It looked too much like when he was a child... ahem... Looking at Uncle Feng's face, Zhao Zheng thought forget it, it still didn't look familiar!

"No!"

Michiko shouted in horror and hurriedly threw her hands away, but she couldn't get rid of the outside mirror on her left hand. This made her feel cruel, and Billy, who was holding on to her right hand, hit the outside mirror hard!

"on!"

"I have the power in the morning!"

Zhao Zheng, who had no golden light on his body, was holding the Tai'afa Kendo that had lost the golden light and thunder in his right hand. Hearing this, Uncle Feng paused for a moment, then rushed over still holding the Tai Chi Pisces Jade Pendant.

Unexpectedly, a cold light flashed in Michiko's eyes, and when Billy knocked the outer mirror out of his hand, he kicked his feet in the air.

The outside mirror hit the wall directly. Uncle Feng changed his offensive and was about to tap the ground with his toes to catch the outside mirror that hit the wall.

I saw the ropes flying out of Michiko's sleeves, hitting the wall behind her, and using her strength to dive towards Zhao Zheng,

With a wave of her right hand, the rope in her sleeve was whipped towards Zhao Zheng with a crackling sound like a whip. At the same time, she spat out,

She spat out a mouthful of blood and turned into four blood-colored ice picks which she grabbed between her left fingers, as if she was going to kill Zhao Zheng with them.

Seeing this, Uncle Feng secretly thought that something was wrong. He was about to abandon the foreign mirror that hit the wall and go to save Zhao Zheng, but he saw Zhao Zheng's eyes were strange, and he looked at Michiko who was swooping in as if he was mentally retarded.

"It's just talk, do you really believe it?"

"..."×2

Regardless of what Michiko thought, Uncle Feng looked at the outside mirror that was about to hit the wall and just wanted to give this brat a good beating.

However, he didn't bother with the external Taoist mirror anymore. Instead, he held the jade pendant in his left hand, pinched the sword finger with his right hand, and rushed towards Michiko.

One after another, a pincer attack was formed. Michiko was so angry at Zhao Zheng's eyes that she didn't care about the pincer attack. She just wanted to kill Zhao Zheng!

"die!"

"You will die..."

Zhao Zheng moved his right hand, and with a swish sound, the golden light on the Tai'a sword flashed again, and thunder surrounded it again,

Feet move,

body movement,

The sword rises...

"……It's you!"

shuh...

The movement of the sword was like an evil dragon coming out of the sea, or like a poisonous dragon biting people, showing the intention of slaying demons. Uncle Feng felt as if he was facing the bright sun, and the dazzling golden light made him subconsciously squint his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the bone and a scream, followed immediately by a bang,

Michiko, who had lost her head, fell heavily to the ground. When Uncle Feng was wondering where Zhao Zheng had gone, he heard a voice behind him.

"Give!"

The startled Uncle Feng's eyelids jumped, he looked at Zhao Zheng who handed over the intact external mirror with a curled lips, and sighed.

“The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead!”

"No, I'm not as powerful as her, I just caught her off guard..." Zhao Zheng said, suddenly stopped, Uncle Feng saw Zhao Zheng's magic sword passing through the bridge of his nose in front of him,

It flew out with a whoosh!

"..."

do you know,

I want to beat you up!

Uncle Feng looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly, and was about to glare at Zhao Zheng when a scream came from the front, causing his expression to change.

"She's not dead!"

Uncle Feng's expression changed and he quickly looked forward. A stream of light flew out of Michiko's body and disappeared out of the window. The speed was so fast that it was simply ridiculous.

Zhao Zheng, who drew his sword and chased outside the house, raised his head in confusion and looked at the sun in the sky: "Why isn't she afraid of the sun?"

"Are you afraid of it?"

"I'm a human being, of course I'm not afraid!"

"..."

Uncle Feng was silent for a moment, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to beat this kid, and explained: "You're out of your mind...wait, damn, how can you build a foundation in a hundred days!"

Uncle Feng looked at the aura emanating from Zhao Zheng with a ghostly look on his face, and Zhao Zheng said doubtfully: "I am the Hundred Days Foundation Builder!"

"No...I mean..." Uncle Feng organized his words and then fell into silence. He didn't understand Zhao Zheng's realm. No, it should be said that he didn't understand Zhao Zheng's strength. That strength just now was at the Hundred Days Foundation Building realm. Did it?

"Is there a problem?"

"without……"

Uncle Feng shook his head. He had no problem, but he felt that Zhao Zheng must have a problem, but he couldn't say what the problem was.

Anyway,

Zhao Zheng has a problem!

However, Uncle Feng still explained: "After a cultivator dies, because he has magic power in his body during his lifetime, unlike ordinary ghosts, most of them can resist the sun for a while!"

"Trouble!"

Zhao Zheng looked around, glanced at the light reflected by the sight, and gestured silently. Fortunately, he was planning to arrest Michiko's soul and slowly make the other party feel regret!

"It's trouble, so we have to find her before dark to prevent her from harming anyone. Let's go back and prepare the altar first!"

Uncle Feng frowned and said, Zhao Zheng shook his head: "No need to go back, I have it here!" As he said that, he touched behind him.

The altar fell to the ground with a bang. Uncle Feng looked at the altar expressionlessly, and then looked behind Zhao Zheng. He didn't understand!

You talk about spells, the fluctuations are not the same, you talk about special functions, he has never seen someone touch behind him and find the magic altar.

"what happened?"

"Move it to her body!"

"it is good!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, grabbed the altar and put it behind him. The altar disappeared instantly, making Uncle Feng's eyelids jump!

"Uncle Feng, it's great that you are all right!" 2237's voice sounded from the side. Uncle Feng nodded: "Call the headquarters..."

"it is good!"

2237 nodded, Uncle Feng frowned and said to Zhao Zheng, "Deploy the altar first" and hurried out of the villa.

After making sure that Inspector Lin was fine, he came to the room full of mirror fragments and looked at Zhao Zheng with the altar and the corpses of Michiko on the ground.

"Do you know the tracking technique?"

"will not!"

"You can't?"

Uncle Feng's eyes showed surprise, and Zhao Zheng said strangely: "I have only been practicing for a total of three months since I officially started practicing. This can't be normal."

"..."

and many more?

Three months?

Uncle Feng was silent for a moment, looking at Zhao Zheng, and then thinking about the Soul Sword in Zhao Zheng's hand. He began to understand why Zhao Zheng was so senior. He was a genius.

Do not,

This is a weird... talent!

"Actually, the tracking technique is a general name. The one I use is called the Fuqi tracing technique!" Uncle Feng said, looking at 2237 who came over to watch with interest after making the phone call. 2237's expression collapsed: "Alright? Come on..." "Okay, okay!"

2237 looked like he was risking his life. Uncle Feng strode to Michiko's head and squatted down, stretched out his hand and pulled off Michiko's hair.

"The so-called Fuji tracking technique, to put it bluntly, is to communicate with God and borrow the power of God to perform tracking!"

"By the power of God?"

"Correct!"

Uncle Feng nodded, picked up the bamboo tube of the altar, tossed and turned Michiko's hair, flipped it over and lit it, and then pressed the bamboo tube against 2237's mouth.

"Actually, it has the same goal as the art of inviting gods, but it is not the art of inviting gods. Moreover, each place, each sect, and each sect use different methods of supporting Ji, and the names are also different. In some places, it is called Carrying Ji, while others call it Fuluan or Wai Luan. , write down the pen, invite immortals, etc..."

As he spoke, Uncle Feng pinched his sword finger and pressed it against 2237's eyebrows. When 2237 raised his head, his whole body swayed instantly.

Upon seeing this, Uncle Feng raised his leg and kicked 2237 to make him kneel down. At the same time, he picked up an incense stick on the table and stuffed it into 2237's mouth.

"But in the final analysis, we still need to borrow the power of gods. Of course, this god does not only refer to immortal gods. Just like inviting gods, we can borrow the power of immortal gods, the ancestors, and the power of those ghosts!"

While talking, Uncle Feng poured the rice grains in the Dharma bowl on the table onto the ground. He watched 2237's head shaking as he drove the incense to write and draw on the rice grains. Uncle Feng stretched out his hand to measure and at the same time took out a piece of paper from his pocket. Where does the pen measure and draw?

"understood!"

Looking at the old man in Taoist robes who put his hand on the back of 2237's head, Zhao Zheng nodded: "To put it bluntly, it is to use the power of the ancestor for divination!"

"???"

No,

How do you know the ancestor I invited?

Uncle Feng's eyes showed surprise, and the old man in Taoist robes behind 2237 also raised his head and looked at Zhao Zheng, but Zhao Zheng ignored him.

"Isn't that so?"

"Yes, but you are the one who takes action!" Uncle Feng said with a hint. Zhao Zheng nodded to express his understanding. To put it bluntly, it is the same as the magic of inviting gods. It cannot beat the ancestor of inviting.

Even if you can't find the enemy, you can still call on the Patriarch!

"Actually, in addition to the fuqi tracking technique, there are other tracing techniques, some rely on star positioning, and some rely on qi traction... The tracing techniques are subdivided into many types, countless!"

Uncle Feng said and paused: "Using divination to figure out where the enemy is can actually be called tracking..."

As he said that, he saw Zhao Zheng take out three big coins from behind and throw them in his hand. The throws made a clattering sound, which made his eyes look confused. He just wanted to speak when Zhao Zheng said.

"I know a little about divination!"

"Oh……"

Uncle Feng said "oh" and began to concentrate on measuring the position of the lines drawn by 2237, looking for the location of Michiko's soul.

Nothing else, it’s not that he is competitive or afraid of losing face in front of Zhao Zheng, he just...

alright,

He is just afraid of losing face!

After a few breaths, Uncle Feng suddenly frowned and looked at 2237, whose head was shaking like a spring on the ground. Zhao Zheng also frowned and looked at the three oceans standing up in his hand!

"There are masters!"×2

The two looked at each other. When Zhao Zheng was about to use Qimen, his expression changed and he threw three big coins in his hand directly at Michiko!

bang bang bang...

The three oceans exploded instantly, and Michiko successfully split them. Uncle Feng's eyelids twitched when he saw it. Just as he was about to ask Zhao Zheng to pull out the incense from 2237's mouth, he saw Zhao Zheng jump out of the window and run away without looking back. , ran outside the house!

"..."

Uncle Feng felt bored and immediately stopped 2237's violently shaking head, pulled out the incense from 2237's mouth,

As soon as he pulled it out, he quickly jumped out of the window and ran out in disgust, followed closely by 2237 who woke up from his own stink!

"Holy shit, it stinks!"

2237 quickly jumped out of the window and ran away. Before he could get close to Uncle Feng and Zhao Zheng, he saw the two of them waving their hands together and saying in unison.

"do not come!"

"..."

No,

You are relatives,

They speak so synchronously!

2237 walked aside helplessly. Uncle Feng looked at Zhao Zheng, who was still throwing the ocean, and frowned: "The other party has a master to help, so what do you think..."

"Forget it!"

Zhao Zheng put away Dayang, raised his head and looked at Uncle Feng, who looked slightly blank, and said, "Uncle Feng, what did you just say?"

"……nothing!"

No,

How did you calculate that?

Uncle Feng showed doubts in his eyes and listened to Zhao Zhengdao: "The opponent is very powerful. I can't even calculate it using plum blossoms. Fortunately, I can also count Ziwei Dou. Together with Qimen's calculation, I can count it!"

"Oh……"

Uncle Feng said oh, and Zhao Zheng continued: "At around nine o'clock in the evening, she will come to us without us looking for her!"

"???"

"what happened?"

"Didn't you say you figured out where she is now?"

"If you figure it out, you'll figure it out. If you figure where she is, you should figure where she is. It's different!" Zhao Zheng shook his head. The reason is the same as bleeding from the seven orifices is bleeding from the seven orifices, and death is death.

"……right!"

Damn it!

A different ghost,

It’s true that I want to beat you differently now!

Uncle Feng looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly. If Zhao Zheng was his apprentice... well, he really couldn't find an excuse to take action!

"By the way, Uncle Feng, I have something I don't know whether to talk about or not..." Zhao Zheng said, and Uncle Feng frowned and leaned closer.

Zhao Zheng talked about Issey Miyake's seal and the neon ghost in the Tian Group building, and Uncle Feng frowned.

"Do you suspect these three things are related?"

"Correct!"

Zhao Zheng nodded. This was not a random guess on his part, but an intuition. Coupled with the fact that Michiko Nisigata was a person, a zombie, and a ghost king.

"I understand, I will be careful!" Uncle Feng nodded, looked at Zhao Zheng's hesitant look, and curled his lips.

"Okay, when this matter is over, I will help you deal with the ghosts in the Tian Group Building. By the way, do you know the strength of the ghosts there!"

"Ghost King!"

"Ghost King?"

Uncle Feng was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at Zhao Zheng steadily. Zhao Zheng nodded: "Yes, probably at the level of a ghost king!"

"..."

I understand,

You just want me to go down early!

If he hadn't known about Alian's character, he would have begun to wonder if Zhao Zheng wanted to kill him so that he could abduct Alian.

Uncle Feng looked at Zhao Zheng, frowned slightly and said, "Don't tell me, you also have a grudge against the ghost king in that building?"

"Exterminate demons and protect the Tao!"

"Ha ha……"

Uncle Feng laughed, patted Zhao Zheng on the shoulder and said, "Okay, go and tear off the talisman from that kid!"

"okay……"

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