Cultivating Master In City

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Mu is an ox ear in our southern Jiangsu Province. In front of Mr. mu, historians absolutely dare not say no." Chen Guang also smiled. The existence of Mu Zhen alleviated the fear brought to him by Shi Tianlong.

"I hope so," said Zhou Yi with a sigh.

After several people in the box left, Chen Guang asked the waiter to serve a table of dishes. After Zhou Yi and Zhou Zheng had a full meal, they drove home.

After returning home, Zhou Yi practiced again for a while. Until it was dark, he went into his bedroom and solemnly took out the best magic weapon fairy sword that situ Wenqiang gave him last time.

"Man, I'll let you see blood tonight!" Zhou Yi's eyes flashed cold and whispered, then jumped out of the window.

Walking to the door of the community, Zhou Yi directly chartered a car and drove to Hongcheng, the target historian!

At this time, historians were full of melancholy clouds, and all the servants who came and went lowered their heads, for fear that they would annoy some people as soon as they looked up.

In the historian's hall, Shi Tianlong sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face expressionless, and he couldn't see his anger. Shi Xiaoyong knelt not far from Shi Tianlong at the moment, his face was full of palm prints, and there were some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. Beads of sweat the size of beans on his head came down like money.

Shi Tianlong didn't even look at Shi Xiaoyong. His head turned to one side. There were several doctors with busy forehands and disordered feet. But at this time, the faces of several doctors were not very good. Obviously, their busy work had no results. While several doctors were anxious, they heard a voice they didn't want to hear from behind.

"How's Taoist Yang?" Shi Tianlong asked calmly while sitting on the sofa.

"Mr. Shi... Mr. Shi, Yang Daochang's situation is not very optimistic. The Qi machine in his body is very unstable and the collision of Qi and blood is fierce. We have no way to control it for the time being." the head doctor wiped the cold sweat on his head and said tremblingly. He is a famous chief physician of internal medicine in Hongcheng No. 3A hospital. He just didn't dare to look up in front of Shi Tianlong.

"Can't you control it?" Shi Tianlong's expression was still quiet, as if he were saying something irrelevant to himself. He glanced at Yang Chong, who was surrounded by several doctors. At this time, Yang Chong no longer looked as energetic as the historian before. His old face was pale and white, revealing a sense of death. It's even difficult to speak.

"Xiao Li, throw them out and change another group of people." Shi Tianlong waved and said calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Shi." a strong man strode forward, followed by four or five men in suits.

"Mr. Shi, give us another chance and let's try again." the head doctor was sweating and said in a trembling voice. He knew what Shi Tianlong's throwing meant, breaking his leg, because three waves of doctors had been broken before them.

But Shi Tianlong ignored the words of the head doctor. He closed his eyes directly, as if he were thinking about something.

Then the strong man dragged several doctors out of the hall with a grim smile. A few minutes later, there were several screams.

Hearing the scream, the heads of the historians' servants were almost buried in their crotch. Everyone had an idea in their mind that the night should pass quickly.

In the living room, Shi Tianlong still closed his eyes. Yang Chong lying on the sofa breathed sometimes fast and sometimes weak. Hearing Shi Xiaoyong kneeling on the ground, he was more anxious.

"Dad, I'm wrong." Shi Xiaoyong looked at Shi Tianlong with his eyes closed and begged.

"Wrong?" Shi Tianlong sneered. "Can you wake up your uncle Yang if you are wrong?"

"Dad, I'm really wrong. I didn't know uncle Yang would look like this after using magic tools." Shi Xiaoyong explained by touching the palm print on his face.

After Zhou Yi slapped him in the face that day, he naturally went home and told Shi Tianlong the whole story. He had hoped that Shi Tianlong could stand out for him and teach Zhou Yi a lesson and grow the prestige of historians. However, he didn't expect that Shi Tianlong didn't want to move Zhou Yi at that time.

Shi Xiaoyong was naturally unwilling. It was the first time he had been trampled on his face in Hongcheng. He couldn't swallow it anyway, so he thought hard and finally paid attention to his Feng Shui magic weapon. He knew the horror of his Feng Shui magic weapon.

It can be said that more than half of the credit for historians to get to this point lies in the Feng Shui magic tool. In his early years, Shi Tianlong assassinated many powerful enemies with that Feng Shui magic tool. Even those killed enemies don't know who they died in their hands.

Shi Xiaoyong has full confidence in his family's Feng Shui magic tools. He thinks Zhou Yi is just an ordinary person no matter how powerful he is. At most, he has some power behind him. So he painstakingly persuaded Shi Tianlong to apply Feng Shui magic tools. Shi Tianlong didn't want to agree, but his son said he could get Zhou Zheng's hair, He just needs someone to use Feng Shui tools.

Shi Xiaoyong's persuasion, coupled with Shi Tianlong's anger and cangkong's death in front, Shi Tianlong was moved. He called back his close friend Yang Chong, a Dharma practitioner in the later stage of entering the Tao, personally urged his own Feng Shui magic tools, and designed a seamless plan to make an accident to let Zhou Yi die.

When the plan was designed, Shi Tianlong also felt that it would be a success this time. A real person who was equivalent to the later stage of dark Jin's Dharma practice urged the most terrible Feng Shui magic instrument. Shi Tianlong didn't think that Zhou Yi had any way to live.

However, what happened later was greatly beyond Shi Tianlong's expectation. Yang Chong urged Feng Shui magic tools in the later stage of entering the Tao, but they were backfired, resulting in the appearance of being half dead now.

Therefore, Shi Tianlong was very angry and attributed the failure to his son Shi Xiaoyong. Otherwise, his close friends would not look like this. The angry Shi Tianlong directly took Shi Xiaoyong as an outlet and slapped him in the face.

Poor Shi Xiaoyong, who was beaten by his father for nothing.

"Dad, although uncle Yang was hurt, it's also cost-effective if you think about it carefully, because Zhou Yi will die at the cost of Uncle Yang's injury. Shouldn't we be happy that we have solved such a big problem?" Shi Xiaoyong couldn't help the pain caused by his numb knee and began to persuade tirelessly.

Shi Tianlong's face also eased a little. Although his old friend was seriously injured, if Zhou Yi really died, his action would never be called a failure.

Because the last time someone took the lead, he and Tang Wanlong joined hands and failed to kill Zhou Yi. If Zhou Yi was killed this time, the person who took the lead last time will definitely look at him with new eyes and give him a lot of resources in the future.

Shi Tianlong couldn't help thinking of the resources he might get. Compared with those resources, Yang Chong's injury was nothing.

"Well, get up. Fortunately, Zhou Yi is dead this time, otherwise I won't break your leg." Shi Tianlong looked at Shi Xiaoyong kneeling on the ground and said coldly.

"Thank your father for forgiving." Shi Xiaoyong immediately showed a happy face. Unexpectedly, he was about to stand up, but he heard the sound of gunfire outside the living room.

A gunshot sounded like a bolt from the blue in the repressed historian, instantly breaking the repressive atmosphere of historians.

Shi Tianlong stood up from the sofa with a dignified face.

Shi Xiaoyong would not kneel at the moment. He also stood up, patted the dust on his knees, pulled out a gun from his waist and walked outside the living room with a dignified look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps, several dark shadows came one after another. It was Xiao Li who had just carried away several doctors and the bodyguards of several historians.

Shi Xiaoyong was shocked. These bodyguards were all Bingwang level figures invited by Shi Tianlong from the battlefield. How could they be beaten so easily.

However, what shocked Shi Xiaoyong was still behind. When Shi Xiaoyong picked up his strength and was ready to aim at the door, a tall and straight figure appeared in his sight, as well as his beautiful face that he would never forget.

"Zhou Yi!" cried Shi Xiaoyong subconsciously. His eyes were full of unbelievable looks. Zhou Yi didn't die under his own magic weapon?

And why did he come directly to historians?

At the moment, Shi Xiaoyong's head is full of 100000 why. Unfortunately, Zhou Yi didn't give him time to think. At the stall where Shi Xiaoyong was still shocked, Zhou Yi carrying a fairy sword stepped over a distance of seven or eight meters and came straight to Shi Xiaoyong. Shi Xiaoyong responded and was ready to press the trigger to kill Zhou Yi directly.

But Zhou Yi couldn't give him this opportunity. In Shi Xiaoyong's unbelievable eyes, Zhou Yi slapped Shi Xiaoyong directly on his face, like a mosquito.

Shi Tianlong's pupil shrank a few meters away. He didn't expect Zhou Yi's strength to be so strong. His son in the middle of Mingjin couldn't even hold on for a round!

"Who are you?" Shi Tianlong asked clearly, still calm. In fact, Zhou Yi's information has long been recorded in his mind, but he can't show it at the moment.

"Hum, I'm your father." Zhou Yi sneered. Shi Tianlong installed it with him. If he hadn't had evidence to confirm that Shi Tianlong was the ghost, maybe he would have been cheated by Shi Tianlong's acting skills.

"Why do you talk wildly? I have never met you before, nor have I offended you, but why did you break into my historian at night and hurt my historian!" Shi Tianlong's tone was somewhat cold and fierce, but he thought he had really suffered an unprovoked disaster.