An assassin? Call me the Master of Raising Prices!

The sword was shining brightly, and there was silence all around the forest, as if the world had been put on pause.

The first time he saw the light of the sword, Chengjing Zhenqi had already been withdrawn from his body. It's really incredible that a person who is only at the second or third level can still burst out such a powerful infuriating energy under the pressure of his own infuriating energy for more than an hour.

Perhaps out of surprise, or perhaps out of Chengjing's cautious character, he still chose to deal with Chengjing with caution when faced with the sword. The true energy withdrawn from the body rolls like boiling water, and the purple robe on his body moves automatically without wind, and continues to stir with the movement of true energy. The sword in his hand does not need to be unsheathed, but the other hand is used to silently seal the sword.

Ancient characters continued to appear all around, covering the entire sky in a blink of an eye. As the characters continued to solidify, they were connected to form a scripture. The long and sharp sword struck the scriptures, just like a drop of water falling into the sea. It caused a little ripple and then calmed down. Finally, it disappeared into nothing, as if it had never appeared.

The moment the sword light was swung, Zhao used Qinggong to chase the stars and the moon, turned around and ran away without hesitation. The moment Chengjing released his true energy, Zhao already felt that Chengjing's cultivation level must be higher than that of a first-grade person. Although he has entered the second level, Zhao asked himself that he might not be able to survive against the first-level Eunuch Chen outside Chang'an City, let alone Cheng Jing, who has a higher cultivation level than Eunuch Chen!

If you can fight again and again, but if you can't fight but still don't run away, then there is something wrong with your brain! Zhao Jiu doesn't have any burden that he can't live with. Even if there is a chance, his life is at stake!

After the light of the sword disappeared, the scriptures all over the sky also disappeared, and his face remained as usual. He chuckled and said, "Good boy, Jin Yiwei actually has such a character. It's interesting, it's really interesting!"

"It seems that Ji Weibachi died in the hands of this man. He was decisive, fierce, and smooth..."

"It's a talent..."

After saying this, Cheng Jing no longer covered up his own cultivation. The little master's cultivation tilted out. His true energy covered the sky and the sun. He turned into a rainbow and ran straight in the direction of Zhao Jiu.

Zhao was floating in the air like a bird. He tapped his feet lightly and floated for several miles before landing. Step by step, the speed is getting faster and faster, taking the Tongxuan Pill in his mouth, refining the medicine to restore the consumed infuriating energy. At this time, Zhao didn't dare to neglect at all. The pressure from Cheng Jing behind him was too great. Although he would be caught up sooner or later, he would seize it as long as there was a chance.

As soon as he touched the leaf lightly and flew several miles away in an instant, Zhao, who was about to fly forward, felt the huge flow of zhenqi behind him and was suddenly startled. I was prepared for Cheng Jingqiang, but I didn't expect that Cheng Jingqiang would reach this level. This majestic Qi, and the speed of controlling Qi out of thin air, the little grandmaster was undoubtedly!

Yes, two thousand taels, that's a little less. If I had told you that Cheng Jing was so fierce, I should have asked for four thousand taels, no, five thousand taels!

However, the situation was tense and Zhao couldn't allow him to think too much. He could only spare no effort to squeeze out his true energy and run forward desperately, not daring to waste a single breath.

"My little friend, why bother? It's just a matter of drinking two cups of tea. Why bother yourself? Is it possible that my little friend can't believe in Qingcheng Mountain?"

The pure voice behind him drifted over through his true energy. Although his tone was gentle, it had a murderous tone. Zhao didn't dare to look back. In such a dangerous moment, one more step would give him more hope of survival.

Although Zhao was unsure, he still calmly shouted, "Why bother, Taoist priest? I have official business, and I can't delay family and national affairs! In this way, when I have time, I will definitely take Commander Lu to Qingcheng Mountain to disturb me." , This is good for you and me!”

The corner of Cheng Jing's mouth twitched as he kept his temper. No matter how good-tempered he was, he was disgusted by Zhao's coaxing and threatening words. This kid's own cultivation level is not as good as Cheng Jing's, but his skills in reasoning and moving backers are miles ahead of Cheng Jing.

He also brought Lu Wenyu to his house for tea. Is that tea? That is seeking revenge. As long as Zhao is not killed today and is allowed to return to the capital, he might do other disgusting things.

Thinking of this Cheng Jing, he no longer hesitated. The release of true energy intensified, and even the clouds in the sky were rolling under the influence of this true energy. The net speed increased instantly, and a white rainbow flew towards Zhao Jiu like a falling meteor from the sky.

Zhao in front was shocked, pinching his mother, I'm such a bitch, bastard! Now it's good. After teasing a master, Zhao wanted to give himself a few mouths. He was smart all his life, but why did he become confused now? He's such a bad mouth!

It was too late to say anything now, Zhao could only run forward desperately, hoping that Cheng Jingneng behind him would suddenly die, or that a large army would appear in front. If he is captured and taken back to Qingcheng Mountain, he may suffer what kind of punishment he will suffer. Don't say that Lu Wenyu went up the mountain to save people, it was just a delusion. Lu Wenyu was not his uncle, so don't get too involved in the drama!

Cheng Jing was worthy of being a true master. In just a quarter of an hour, he chased Zhao Ju dozens of miles behind him. At this speed, it would only take a few breaths to catch up with Zhao.

After it was over, cold sweat broke out on Zhao's back. He had miscalculated. If he had known that the master was so scary, he should not have taken Lu Wenyu's business. But it's too late to say anything now. It's just a stab at the head, or a stab at the head. If you don't accept it, you might not be able to survive today.

Seeing Zhao Ju's figure, Cheng Jing couldn't help but curl his mouth. His speed suddenly increased, his Taoist robes fluttering in the wind, and he headed straight for Zhao Ju.

The distance between the two of them instantly shortened to only a few miles. Just when Cheng Jing condensed his energy into claws and wanted to catch Zhao Jiu, he suddenly felt a little uneasy, and a feeling of danger emerged in his heart.

Cheng Jing, who was in the middle of the Qi Control, did not hesitate. He restrained his Qi, paused his feet, took a few steps in the air, and flew backwards for a distance.

Just as Cheng Jing was flying backwards, a white light flashed and hit Cheng Jing's original position. Because Cheng Jing had retreated, the white light did not hit Cheng Jing, but dragged the strange true energy and went to the forest behind. The fine white light passed through, rocks rolled and splashed, trees were smashed into pieces, and a narrow finger mark was plowed on the ground.

Cheng Jing's face changed in mid-air, his eyes narrowed and stared at the distance, his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.

"It's not good to chase and kill a junior, Taoist priest, go back, Lord Zhao is here to protect you!"

A cold voice came from the other direction in the distance, and a thin old man with tattered clothes and messy hair flew over with one hand behind his back.

"The Yellow Spring Finger has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for twenty years. I didn't expect to see it again in Shu. Good skills!"

"But it may not be easy for you to stop the old Taoist!"

Cheng Jing's expression returned to normal, his hand was withdrawn from the hilt of the sword, and he smiled.

From the moment Huang Quan pointed at him, Cheng Jing knew that he could not catch Zhao. The man who came was also a junior master. Whether he could beat him or not was another matter, but could he not delay him? But Cheng Jing was unwilling to go back like this, so he simply put on a full show.

The old man's voice was light but firm.

"You can try."