Moreover, he admired Lu Bu very much, and almost all his costumes were geared towards Lu Bu.
In this deep mountain and old forest, I saw this man wearing a heavy t-shirt.
Not only did Wu Zhi not find it interesting at all, it was funny.
Instead, I felt more solemn in my heart.
This man is very strong!
Very strong!
Very strong!
Say important things three times.
Fang Tianding's strength is completely visible before his eyes.
He just stood there with a long distance apart. Wu Zhi realized that if he were to launch a sneak attack on Tian Ding now.
Even though Fang Tianding seemed to be showing no defense, no matter which angle Wu Zhi attacked from, he would be immediately counterattacked by the opponent.
And instinctively told Wu Zhi not to go!
In addition, in addition to Fang Tianding, Wu Zhi also found a woman wearing emerald green clothes standing to the left of Fang Tianding.
She has very long hair.
It looks like she doesn't know martial arts, because Wu Zhi can't feel any aura of a martial arts practitioner on her.
She happened to be standing under a tree, so she couldn't see her appearance clearly, but her figure was amazing.
Wu Zhi is sitting high up, and the scenery is naturally round and deep, with the gentle breeze blowing, rippling blue waves, and layers of spray.
One word, wonderful!
She looked like an ordinary person, but how could a girl from an ordinary family stand with Fang Tianding?
According to Wu Zhi's understanding, Fang Tianding is an out-and-out straight man.
Although he imitates Lu Bu in every aspect, he is not good at women.
It seems that all his energy is put into practicing martial arts.
In addition, he has never fought against anyone else, or in other words, everyone he has fought against has died.
Therefore, very few people know how powerful this Fang Tianding is.
Fang Tianding and his group all looked neatly towards a towering mountain peak to the northeast of them.
They were discussing something while standing on the ground, but Wu Zhi couldn't hear clearly because they were far apart.
On the contrary, Ximen Qing, who was held in Wu Zhi's arms, kept staring at them.
Wu Zhi couldn't help but feel curious, and he asked abruptly.
"What are they talking about?"
"They said they must take down the Rakshasa hag. But they must also be careful of the Rakshasa hag's blood refining god..."
When Ximen Qing said this, he suddenly got stuck.
She reacted in time.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Wu Zhi beside him.
He saw Wu Zhi looking at him shamelessly.
Ximen Qing rolled his eyes angrily.
"Where can I find a master like you?"
"He is always plotting against his own disciples."
Wu Zhi smiled lowly: "It's not that I'm plotting against you, but that Master is very curious."
"How does a little disciple like you know how to read lips?"
Wu Zhi discovered that Ximen Qing had been staring at these people. When they were talking, Ximen Qing's lips would move slightly.
Apparently he was repeating what they said.
This is called lip reading.
How could a peasant girl acquire such advanced skills?
You know, lip reading is a skill that requires long-term practice, and it is impossible to master it in just a few years.
But, how old is Ximen Qing?
And Ximen Qing didn't care whether Wu Zhi believed it or not, so he made a few random remarks.
"I was born with it."
In order to prevent Wu Zhi from prying into his identity, Ximen Qing recited every sentence spoken by Fang Tianding and others in a low voice.
Through Ximen Qing, Wu Zhi knew that it turned out that Fang Tianding and his group were really here for the Rakshasa ghost woman.
The Rakshasa hag is practicing a magical blood refining skill. She can refine the enemy's blood and incorporate it into her own body to ensure that she can be eternal.
What does eternity mean?
Wu Zhi suddenly asked.
Ximen Qing followed Wu Zhi's attitude and shrugged.
"You are the master and you are highly knowledgeable. Don't ask me."
Just as Wu Zhi was about to speak, the people below suddenly started to move.