Zhang Wuji trembled all over and lowered his head in shock.
The blade of the sword was inserted into the chest and gouged out clockwise.
"Bang bang..."
A bloody heart kept beating in his eyes.
"No."
He raised his head.
"puff."
His heart was picked in half by the sword and fell to the ground.
What fell to the ground next was Zhang Wuji's body.
His eyes widened, and he didn't even think about why those Gu insects didn't attack Qin Feng, and why he was obviously a master of internal energy, but couldn't even catch Qin Feng's sword...
If possible, he would like to do it again.
He didn't play the trick of killing people and killing people, he simply poisoned everyone around Qin Feng to death.
If you run away again and never come to China, please ask Master to take action personally.
He won't even meet Qin Feng in person.
Hundreds of poisons will not invade, and the sword will become Qi.
This is simply not something he can face.
He fell to the ground with a look of satisfaction on his lips.
But when he saw Qin Feng walking up to Wen Lan, he forced the infatuation Gu out of Wen Lan's body with just a few injections.
Zhang Wuji's hands and feet twitched violently and died on the spot.
"Crack."
Qin Feng pulled off the thin belt on his chest and revealed a golden breastplate in the palm of his hand.
"Just being golden is so difficult."
"There should be platinum on it, or more."
"I have to seize the time to improve myself."
After simply pondering, Qin Feng started to help Wen Lan detoxify.
It took him more than half an hour to eliminate five or six kinds of poison.
"It was my fault."
Qin Feng helped Wen Lan up: "I thought he was just poisoned, and Jiang He and Li Mi could handle it."
"I didn't expect that he was so powerful that he could pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger."
"If I had known, I would have stayed there and wouldn't have let him hurt you."
Wen Lan insisted on letting Qin Feng leave the hospital, and Qin Feng knew that she wanted to avenge the past with her own hands.
Half of her illness comes from this.
Therefore, Qin Feng asked Li Mi to pretend to be stunned, and at the same time arranged for Jiang He to coordinate, so that even if Zhang Wuji could not be killed, Wen Lan would not be harmed.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji was a dual cultivator of Gu and Wu. His Gu skills were so superb that he even ranked among the strongest in martial arts.
This guy has always been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Even in the first encounter after landing in the southern capital, he created an illusion that he was not good at using force, which kept everyone paralyzed.
It also made Qin Feng underestimate the opponent's combat power, which almost led to a big mistake.
"If it happens again, I will still let you go."
Wen Lan shook her head, Qingcheng's profile looked a little tired.
"Why?"
Qin Feng was stunned: "You almost..."
The word "death" stuck in his mouth and he swallowed it back.
"I want you to do what you want to do on your own terms."
"Go and walk the road ahead."
Wen Lan looked at him with beautiful eyes: "You are a man, the man I, Wen Lan, have chosen. Even if you are wrong, it is also my fault."
"Don't make mistakes easily, that will hit me hard."
"Because I will stand by your side without hesitation until you reach the top and conquer the world."
"Even if you fall into the abyss, I, Wen Lan, will be with you. Are you afraid?"
Qin Feng's pupils trembled, and a string that had always been tense in his heart seemed to be broken.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the two people left the doll shop.
The city square was still deserted. Qin Feng turned to look at the dimly lit back door and dialed a number to go out.
Before he could speak first, Hu Dongyang's hearty laughter sounded:
"Haha, Brother Qin, I knew you were fine."
"Where are you? I'll drive to pick you up now."
He restrained his excitement, but Qin Feng easily caught the trembling hidden behind his laughter:
"I'm in the city square."
"You have been helping me before, but I have nothing to offer you in return."
"I have prepared a big gift for you. Now bring the police here, prepare more body bags, as well as medical staff and psychiatrists."
He thought about it:
"It's best to call all the mainstream media in Nandu."
"Wear something smart, you will soon become a hero in Nandu."
…
At the same time, there is an ancient temple in Southeast Asia that is never open to the public.
A figure in black robes sits cross-legged under the statue of the god, meditating with his eyes closed.
The candlelight flickered, and the statue did not have the sanctity and peace found in ordinary temples. Instead, it had three heads and eight arms, and the three heads revealed the three evils of Buddhism: hate, hatred, and anger.
The eight arms also hold pythons, poisonous insects, red scorpions and other vicious poisonous things.
The evil dragon at its feet opened its bloody mouth and appeared alive, as if it would come to life in the next second and swallow the person in one mouthful.
Evil God Temple.
This is the most popular Jiantou Temple in Southeast Asia. The Yin cards blessed here are worth thousands of gold. Even some wealthy celebrities from Hong Kong Island and the Mainland are regular visitors here.
A card is hard to find.
At this moment, there are crowds of people kneeling outside the temple to ask for the Yin Card.
Everyone holds bank cards and checks in their hands, with respectful expressions on their faces, as if they are worshiping gods.
The temple door is closed.
The figure in black robe was circulating his Qi and was about to finish a night of practice and open the door to welcome guests.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out from the black shadow's mouth.
He opened his eyes, and among the six lotus lanterns in front of him, the one on the left suddenly went out.
The temple is tightly closed and no wind blows in.
"Master."
The side door opened, and a young disciple walked in nervously, holding a broken prayer bead.
"Zhang Wuji is dead."
The black shadow spoke hoarsely, making it difficult to tell the male and female.
"Nandu?"
The disciple's expression was startled, and then he said viciously:
"Let senior brother go. He has many disciples in Jinling, and the Hong family in Nandu treats him with respect and invites him several times."