Wu Zhi's pupils suddenly dilated. He has been practicing martial arts for so long, and he has never seen anyone move so fast!
Before Wu Zhi could react, Zhao Fuzhi immediately let out a coquettish voice.
"The Thousand Miles Curse?"
"How dare the little thief do anything in front of this princess!?"
At this time, Zhao Fuxi stretched out her slender fingers and drew a symbol above her head.
What's interesting is that Wu Zhi found that when Zhao Fuxian's fingers slid,
There was a faint golden light flashing, and the golden light condensed into a golden symbol above the head.
Zhao Fuzi snorted and arrogantly uttered four words: "The ground is a prison!"
"go!"
Zhao Fuxian's hand pointed lightly towards the front.
The symbol quickly fell to where the afterimage was.
In an instant, the silhouette of a person who was originally too fast to be distinguished by the naked eye was fixed in Wu Zhi's eyes.
He found that this was a young man who was only about 20 years old.
He is not wearing a Taoist uniform, but a Liao Kingdom armor!
The moment Wu Zhi saw the opponent's figure clearly, the ground beneath his feet suddenly exploded.
The body pierced the air with a "whoosh!" and rushed to the young man!
Wu Zhi grabbed the other person's throat and lifted him off the ground.
A huge and fierce aura was released from his whole body. He stared at the opponent and spoke coldly.
"Are you from the Liao Kingdom?"
The young man stiffened his neck and looked unconvinced.
"That's right, I am the vanguard under the throne of the South Courtyard!"
When Wu Zhi heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
"Since you are the vanguard of the Southern King, do you know who I am?"
The young man snorted: "Aren't you that Wu Zhi?"
Wu Zhi laughed ferociously: "Since you know who I am, why did you resort to such dirty tricks in front of me?"
"Is it possible that you, like He Chongbao, have rebelled and become a dog for those Jin people?"
Wu Zhi's words immediately touched the young man's heart.
What he least wanted to hear was precisely this sentence!
The young man began to struggle desperately and roared from his mouth.
It's a pity that his Taoist skills are barely enough to deal with Wu Zhi.
But compared to Wu Zhi, his martial arts is several levels weaker.
Wu Zhi pinched his throat, as if he were playing with an ant.
He stared at the other party coldly and began to say.
"Since you are struggling, it shows that you are resisting in your heart."
"But why do you still listen to the orders of the Jin people and work for them?"
Facing Wu Zhi's scolding, the young man still stiffened his neck and looked uncooperative.
"I am happy and I like it, can you control it!?"
Wu Zhi sneered: "Really?"
"It seems like you're being used as a dog to others and you've got a taste for it."
"In that case, then you will die as a spy of the Jin Kingdom!"
"After you die, I will bring your body back to the Liao Kingdom. Then let your hometown elders and your relatives and friends know what you did! Why did you die!?"
The young man who had been resisting Wu Zhi's throat suddenly trembled.
After knowing that he could not resist Wu Zhi at all, he finally gave up the struggle.
"I, I'm not a traitor!"
"I can't help it. They are threatening the lives of the elders in my hometown."
"If I don't obey his orders, my brothers, sisters, fathers, and fellow villagers will all die!"
Wu Zhi finally heard what he wanted to hear.
He nodded slightly and then said, "Who is the person you are talking about?"
"Tell him his name and I will spare your life!"
The young man in front of him is obviously a fool with a lot of passion, but when faced with real power, he is nothing more than a victim.
However, Lang Touqing often counts money to others even when he is sold by others.