"No!"

Tang Zuo looked at Taoist Ghost Sword, shook his head and replied.

"Nothing, nothing!"

Taoist Ghost Sword said in shock.

"Shh, senior brother, lower your voice!"

Seeing this, Jiang Tianba quickly approached the Ghost Sword Taoist and whispered.

"Yes, let's not talk about this topic anymore!"

Taoist Ghost Sword nodded and said.

As he spoke, Ghost Sword Taoist felt a feeling of regret in his heart, and he even couldn't help but want to slap his mouth twice.

Tang Zuo is not a cultivator at the fourth to sixth levels of the King Realm, but he can defeat Jiang Tianba, so it goes without saying that he must be a cultivator at the third level of the King Realm.

The blood-drinking Taoist has already broken through to the fourth level of the King Realm. It seems that Tang Zuo just wounded him by luck.

My mouth is really mean. Why did you ask Tang Zuo this question?

If Taoist Blood Drinker were to know Tang Zuo's true cultivation level, he might make a comeback after he takes care of the injury on his hand!

"Come here, this table is covered with blood. Change it quickly. Don't affect Brother Tang's mood for eating!"

Jiang Tianba clapped his hands and changed the topic directly.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Soon someone came up and changed the table, and Jiang Tianba and others started chatting with Tang Zuo.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in gray robe suddenly left the Chaotian Hall quietly.

...

At this moment, the other side.

The blood-drinking Taoist has returned to his mansion.

"Damn it, please be gentle, it really hurts me to death!".

The blood-drinking Taoist was cursing at this moment.

Wang Yue, a doctor from Chaotian Sect, was treating his wounds.

"Great Elder, your hands are broken and the injuries are serious. I have to disinfect you with alcohol. You have to be patient!"

Wang Yue calmed down and said, just now he just wiped the blood on his hands for the Taoist Blood Drinker.

"Well, stop rambling and let's clear it up!"

The blood-drinking Taoist snorted.

Wang Yue stopped fussing and took out a bottle of alcohol from the medicine box. After opening the lid, he poured it directly into the right hand of the Taoist Blood Drinker.

"Hey, hey...it hurts, it hurts, Wang Yue, please be gentle, please?"

The alcohol seeped into the wound, and the blood-drinking Taoist's eyes soon widened by half.

"Great Elder, this is the effect of alcohol, I can't take it lightly!"

Wang Yue said helplessly.

"Ouch... I really didn't expect Tang Zuozi to be so powerful. If I had known it, I wouldn't have gone to Chaotian Hall, or even if I had gone, I wouldn't have caused trouble to him, otherwise I wouldn't have eaten it now.

What a big loss!"

The blood-drinking Taoist ouched and muttered non-stop.

After suffering big losses in Chaotian Hall just now, Taoist Blood Drinker was really frightened.

Now his hands hurt like explosions stimulated by alcohol, and he even regretted running to the Chaotian Hall to be rampant!

"Great Elder, your injury has been bandaged!"

Ten minutes later, Wang Yue breathed a sigh of relief and said.

The blood-drinking Taoist looked at the white gauze on his right hand, and then turned his right hand.

"Wang Yue, thank you for your hard work!"

The blood-drinking Taoist said that after Wang Yue disinfected him and bandaged the wound, his right hand no longer hurt much.

"That's right, Great Elder, then I'll leave first!"

Wang Yue nodded and walked out of the secret room.

Taoist Blood Drinker moved his right hand and walked out of the secret room.

"Great Elder, are your injuries okay?"

Wang Tianbo is waiting outside the secret room.

The blood-drinking Taoist glanced at Wang Tianbo and said, "It's not a big problem, I can't die yet!"

When he said this, Taoist Drinker Blood felt angry in his heart

gas.

He was a selfish and narrow-minded guy. Now that he had suffered a big loss, he secretly blamed Wang Tianbo in his heart.

If Wang Tianbo hadn't come to chat with him, he wouldn't have gone to Chaotian Hall, and he wouldn't have suffered such a big loss!

His palms were torn open, but Wang Tianbo was still chattering. He really wanted to slap Wang Tianbo in the face.

"It's okay, Great Elder, what should we do now?"

Wang Tianbo nodded and said.

The blood-drinking Taoist was stunned. He looked at Wang Tianbo and thought, Wang Tianbo couldn't understand people. He was already like this. Wang Tianbo was still asking what to do. What else did Wang Tianbo want to do?

"What do you propose?"

Taoist Drinker's face turned cold and he said angrily.

"Great Elder, I really didn't expect that guy Tang Zuo to be so good at sneak attacks. If he doesn't use some dirty tricks, even if there are ten of him, he will definitely not be your opponent, Great Elder!"

Wang Tianbo said sternly, and his teeth bared.

"Are you sure Tang Zuo is sneaking up on me?"

The blood-drinking Taoist asked in shock.

"This is 100% true. Tang Zuozi is young. If he can really injure you, the Great Elder, with his strength, wouldn't he be a cultivator on the fifth level of King Realm?"

"But this is impossible. In our entire Wangbai Mountains, there has never been such a heaven-defying cultivator. Such a thing is simply against common sense!"

Wang Tianbo said with a straight face.

In fact, he was not sure whether Tang Zuo was sneaking a sneak attack on the Blood Drinking Taoist, but he was really unwilling to give up the opportunity to become the head of the Tianzong.
Chapter completed!