Cultivating Master In City

Qiu de feels that his analysis is very thorough and reasonable, but he doesn't know. In fact, he has fallen into a trap designed by Zhou Yi. Originally, Zhou Yi wanted Qiu desuo to suspect other forces. Since the demons alliance cooperated with each other and solved the latent forces of the original species together, the next step is naturally to join hands to attack the sphere of influence of the original species. At this time, it is not too big or small to nail a wedge for them to doubt each other. It is the best strategy to attack each other.

"Then, elder Qiu, what should we do now?"

"What should I do? What do you say?" Qiu desuo raised a powerful momentum and tightly oppressed them.

The two golden elixir monks looked at each other and said, "we'll check the two families right now. Once they really did it, it's tantamount to declaring war."

Qiu de was noncommittal. The two monks quickly stepped out of the stone house and drove away with flying magic weapons.

At this time, Zheng Zhiwang already knew a lot about what had happened. These people were also disciples of the great Luomen, most of them were outside disciples, just like Zhang Hailai. At this time, they gathered outside the house.

Qiu desuo glanced outside and didn't see Zhang evil. He couldn't help asking in a harsh voice, "where is Zhang evil coming and going? Find it for me right away."

A friar immediately ran to Zhang evil's house. After a while, two friars carried Zhang evil and turned around quickly.

Qiu de was surprised. Unexpectedly, Zhang Helai was carried over like a wooden clay sculpture.

"What's going on? How did it get like this?" however, Zhang Hailai, who needed to be set up with a language barrier, just babbled twice like a mute.

Qiu desuo quickly walked over and stretched out his hand to pat several large meridians on Zhang Hailai's body. Originally, he thought that Zhang Hailai's prohibition would be solved, but unexpectedly, Zhang Hailai was still as old as before.

Qiu desuo's face could not hang, and his palm was filled with aura. With powerful aura, he forcibly broke through the prohibition of Zhang Helai's meridians.

Zhang evil opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood, but he could speak. Zhang Helai wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and saluted Qiu de: "thank you, elder Qiu!"

Qiu de Suo, with a gloomy face, asked, "say! What's going on?"

Zhang Helai is very exquisite. At this time, he has guessed about the situation, and he can't help crying in his heart. But his face still pretended to be at a loss and said, "tell elder Qiu, I really don't know what happened."

Qiu de asked coldly, "you control the whole guard array around here. Don't you find anything unusual?"

Zhang Helai shook his head and said, "the disciple was meditating and practicing. Suddenly he felt that he couldn't move and couldn't speak. If the elder hadn't saved me, I'm afraid the disciple would still be a zombie."

Zhang Helai didn't confess. He felt guilty. He didn't know what Zhou Yi had done to Zheng Zhiwang. If Qiu desuo knew that he had communicated with Zhou Yi face to face, he didn't know how the elder Council of Qiu desuo, which has always been famous for its cruelty, would deal with himself. At least one door rule is inevitable.

Qiu de Suo looked up and down at Zhang Helai and didn't doubt him at all. After all, he was able to quietly abduct one of the three golden elixir period masters wearing the best magic weapon. Even he thought he couldn't do it. Let alone Zhang Helai, a small foundation period friar.

"Mr. Zheng has lost it. This is the note left by the man who took him. Can you analyze it for me? Could it be made by the other two?"

"Lost childe Zheng?" Zhang Helai was really surprised. He knew what Zhou Yi would do, but it was another matter to kidnap the favored son of a sect. He took the note, read it carefully, and then meditated.

"Zhang Helai, I know you are very smart and analyze things in place. What do you think?"

"I also think it was done by the other two families. It's hard to say whether they did it themselves. I've heard a rumor. It seems that there are not only one master, but two, one bright and one dark, in the Wu clan. Should it be..."

Zhang Helai didn't say a word, but Qiu desuo understood the following meaning. He smiled coldly and said, "if Wu Zong really has such courage, don't blame me for turning my face ruthlessly."

While Qiu desuo and Zhang Hailai were analyzing, Zhou Yi was meditating in a cave in the primitive dense forest. Next to him, Zheng Zhiwang, whose faces were swollen like super large steamed bread with bright red fingerprints on it, curled up to one side.

Zheng Zhiwang woke up and found that he had become a prisoner for no reason. The arrogant childe became angry immediately. However, just after saying the word "you...", Zhou Yi's slap and iron fist fell on him like a storm. There was no word, but a silent beating.

When Zhou Yi's fight was almost over, he summoned a group of kids led by Wuneng to torture Zheng Zhiwang. Zheng Zhiwang, in particular, watched helplessly as the souls of his two fellow disciples, who were in collusion with snakes and mice, were actually under the control of those little ghosts. The souls of two friars in the golden elixir period, who used to have unlimited scenery, were now bullied by ghosts, and all at once knocked all the arrogance of the arrogant Zheng Zhiwang into hell.

From beginning to end, Zhou Yi didn't even look at Zheng and didn't say a word. But Zheng's eyes at Zhou Yi were filled with endless fear besides resentment.

Suddenly, Zhou Yi opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Zhiwang. Looking at Zhou Yi's cold eyes and Zhou Yi's grin, Zheng Zhiwang shivered coldly, and a cold breath came up from the bottom of his heart.

"What are you going to do?" whether in the middle gate or outside, when did Zheng Zhiwang become so timid? Change your usual arrogance and arrogance.

But Zhou Yi was cold-blooded. With a move to the palm of his hand, the Dragon Blood Sword came out of thin air. The sword light flashed and cut off Zheng Zhiwang's left little finger.

The Dragon Blood Sword was too sharp. It was so sharp that it had cut off his fingers. Zheng Zhiwang didn't feel pain. It was delayed for five seconds before he gave a deafening scream.

Zhou Yi pointed to Zheng Zhiwang's broken finger. The finger didn't fall to the ground and floated in the air. A closer look will find that there is a transparent air mass under the index finger holding the broken finger.

Zhou Yi snorted coldly, "shut up, or the whole palm will be cut off."

Zhou Yi's voice was not big, but it fell in Zheng Zhiwang's ear, but it seemed like a bolt from the blue. Zheng Zhiwang immediately dared not make a sound. He stared at Zhou Yi in horror, like prey under a cat's paw.

"Write!" with Zhou Yi's order, a piece of white paper appeared out of thin air and fell in front of Zheng Zhiwang.

"Write... What do you want to write?" Zheng Zhiwang's humble and respectful baby is so afraid of Zhou Yi.

"Two words. Help me!"

"No ink... Ah... I see." Zheng had to dip his finger in his own blood and write two big blood words on the paper.

After seeing Zheng's writing, Zhou Yi waved his hand again. The blood book and the broken finger flew up, and a hand caught the two things in the air.

Zheng Zhiwang saw the hand, the owner of the hand and the people next to him. Zheng's mouth was so surprised that he could almost insert two big apples.

These two people are their own companions. They are two golden elixir masters of the same sect. If they hadn't seen their souls abused by Wuneng and other ghosts before, he would think they came to rescue themselves.

"Go and teach Qiu desuo these two things and let them know that my words are not for fun."

The two golden elixir puppets looked numb. After saluting Zhou Yi, they flew away with their swords.

Zheng Zhiwang is completely messy. His classmates are also friends of evil friends. How can they suddenly become the running dog of the people who kidnap and hurt themselves? It seems that even if Zhou Yi let them die, the two will jump off the cliff with their laughing hand without complaint.

Such obedience is impossible even for the respected grandpa in the sect. Zheng's eyes at Zhou Yi can no longer be described as panic. Seeing Zhou Yi's eyes floating over, he hurriedly buried his head deeply for fear of touching Zhou Yi's head.

"In a quarter of an hour, if your leader doesn't make a statement again, you're ready to say goodbye to the other finger."

Zheng Zhiwang uttered a wail, "no!" but Zhou Yi pinched the formula, silenced the sound barrier, and silenced Zheng Zhiwang.

Zheng Zhiwang prays in fear that Qiu desuo can see his blood book and agree to Zhou Yi's request. As for what request, Zheng Zhiwang, who is cold and thin, won't think so much.

Qiu de felt something and looked to the horizon. Two golden elixir friars galloped to Qiu de Suo. There was still a distance from Qiu de Suo. They landed and walked quickly to Qiu de Suo.

In the later period of Jindan, the monk Wang Jun said after saluting: "elder Qiu, something came from the other side."

"What?"

Wang Jun handed Zheng's blood book and severed finger to Qiu desuo. Qiu desuo was shocked when he saw it. He grabbed it, looked at it carefully, and asked in a deep voice, "where did it come from?"

Wang Jun replied, "on our way to find clues, we heard a voice asking us to come back with Childe Zheng's broken finger and blood letter and tell elder Qiu that we should not think that the note he left was a false threat and take the broken finger as evidence."

Qiu desuo's face showed a very ugly look. He carefully read the blood book and asked Wang Jun, "this handwriting is indeed the handwriting of Childe Zheng?"