"The Zhengyi Sect is one of the sects in Bayi City and one of the two major sects that come to participate in the martial arts conference." Xing Xiyang said.
"It turns out to be under Bayi City." Zhou An said suddenly. No wonder he had never heard of it. He had been staying in Guiyuan City and was not familiar with Bayi City.
"In front, the man in the black scholar's uniform in front captured him alive and asked him to hand over the antidote."
While the sound was heard, Zhou An looked in the direction where the sound came, and saw six people walking towards them. Two of them were carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher, there was a man who was tangled like a rice dumpling, like a zongzi.
The white gauze band wrapped around his body. He said the words just now, and he even looked at Zhou An with hatred.
When he looked at Zhou An, he was tearing his clothes with both hands, but the yarn tied around him was so he couldn't tear it off at all.
When Zhou An saw this person entangled by the yarn, he could tell at a glance that he was Changsun Qingle.
He really refused to change his mind and came to seek revenge on him again. This time he must be beaten to him.
In addition to the two people on the stretcher, there were Changsun Qingle, and three people following him, two of whom were middle-aged and the other was an old man.
Two middle-aged men came close to Zhou An, with blue palms and half an inch long nails, and rushed towards Zhou An.
Zhou An did not see the level of these two people. Zhou An estimated that he would need at least ten levels of Tongmai warriors with a minimum of ten meridians.
Zhou An did not move.
When the two rushed to Zhou An's distance of ten feet, Zhou An's body suddenly emitted a pink aura, covering the two of them. They suddenly became hot and fell to the ground and began to scratch their clothes.
, touching the whole body.
Zhou An looked at the remaining person. The man was an old man with a long scar on his face, which looked very ferocious.
The old man's clothes were immediately windless, the robe he was wearing flew up, and his black and white hair also floated up, and he looked at Zhou An with a fierce look on his face.
His sleeves swayed and he slid from inside the sleeves to two short sticks in his hand.
The short stick is different from the usual short stick. There is a sharp thorn on the top of the wooden stick, shining with a shining cold light.
Then the old man took a short stick and swung it towards Zhou An. The short stick came out of his hand and shot at Zhou An.
The old man was not easy to deal with. The short roots shot over were very fast, but Zhou An drew his sword faster. A sword light passed by, and a single meter of sword energy shot towards the short stick, and immediately cut the wooden stick into pieces.
Then he continued to fly towards the old man.
"Sword Qi!" the old man said in shock.
Although many people practice swords in the world, few people use sword energy. Every sword cultivation is a genius. As long as the sword energy is successfully cultivated, the power of his own sword technique will be dozens of times higher than before, and even
Cultivating sword energy to the depths can increase the power of sword technique to hundreds of times.
Therefore, most people who practice sword energy can fight across levels.
Facing the flying sword energy, the old man didn't have much confidence to resist it, but at the speed of the sword energy, he couldn't shoot out at all, so he could only resist, so he picked up another short stick in his hand, big
He shouted: "A thorn is in a great atmosphere!"
The short stick stabbed towards the flying sword energy.
The sword energy and the short stick met together. The old man flew more than ten meters away and fell to the ground. There was a sword mark on his left hand and chest. If he hadn't retracted his hand in time, he would have probably been cut by the sword energy.
Two halves.
Zhou An ignored the old man and walked towards the stretcher.
Changsun Qingle saw Zhou An walking towards him, and his eyes showed horror. He really didn't expect that Mr. Liu, who had twelve meridians, would be injured by Zhou An. This was for him to deal with Zhou An.
, I finally invited my mother to invite Mr. Liu over, but the result was that Mr. Liu was so powerful, but he was actually a silver gun and wax gun head, which was not useful.
Now that Mr. Liu has been defeated, what should he do now? Should he resist? But Mr. Liu has been defeated, can he resist? He immediately shouted: "Come away quickly and stay away from this devil."
But it would be fine if I didn't say it. As soon as I said that the two stretchers immediately threw the stretcher on the ground, spread the girl away and ran away, not even Changsun Qingle on the stretcher.
When Changsun Qingle saw this, he was stunned. I'm dying about your grandma's, I'll leave me, you ran away, and when I go back, I'll kill all the 18th generation of your family.
But now Zhou An, the big devil, is coming towards him. What should he do? No, I can't stay here, I want to leave, otherwise Zhou An wouldn't let me go.
Changsun Qingle struggled on the stretcher and wanted to leave here, but the gauze on his body was too tight to get up, and Zhou An had already come to him.
"It seems that the lesson I taught you last time was not enough, otherwise you wouldn't have come to trouble me twice. If you don't torture you this time, you can't remember this lesson." Zhou An said ruthlessly.
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In fact, Zhou An wants to kill Changsun Qingle now, but Zhou An cannot accept the trouble caused by the killing. Zhou An is unwilling to give up Guiyuan City, which has been managed for Changsun Qingle.
So since he did not kill Changsun Qingle, he would torture him until he did not dare to cause trouble for himself.
"You spare me, I will never dare to cause trouble for you again." Changsun Qingle begged for mercy.
"I don't believe you, so I'd better follow my method." Zhou An said with a smile.
After saying that, Zhou An used Fenghun's soul searching finger in his hand to point at Changsun Qingle.
Suddenly, Changsun Qingle's qi and blood flowed backwards, and the tendons and veins on his body surface, creating red patterns. When the red patterns appeared, Changsun Qingle became painful, as if the internal organs were as uncomfortable as insects bite snakes, and their limbs were even more
He twitched, rolled on the ground, grabbed the ground with both hands, biting the soil on the ground with his mouth, trying to relieve the pain.
"Rare... me, spare... me, I don't dare... anymore." Changsun Qingle moaned in pain.
Zhou An ignored his words. If he let him go so easily, he would become more and more serious in dealing with him in the future.
At this moment, Zhou An felt a strong wind behind him. It was obvious that someone was attacking him. Zhou An immediately used the dragon and tiger double-shaped golden bell cover. He saw that there was a vague golden bell covering him outside Zhou An's body.
live.
With a thud, a black palm hit the blurry golden bell, making a bell sound, and Zhou An's body shook slightly and recovered.
The moment he blocked it, Zhou An didn't look at the back, and the sword in his hand took action again, and a sword energy that was ten feet long passed by him.
With a scream, Old Liu's body fell to the ground, his left arm was broken with his shoulders, and fell not far away from him.
Zhou An looked at Old Liu coldly, raised his right hand slightly, merged his five fingers, and slashed towards Old Liu in the air. Old Liu's head fell down and died.
Zhou An never held back for those who wanted his own life and killed Mr. Liu directly.
Xing Xiyang next to him was stunned. Although the battle seemed to have been a long time, it actually only took less than a minute. Before he could react, Zhou An had already resolved the battle.
Zhou An stomped Changsun Qingle's leg hard, and stepped Changsun Qingle's left leg into a ball of mud. Zhou An felt that it would be better to beat him up. Zhou An believed that Changsun Qingle would be later this time.
I never dare to take revenge on him again.
Then he said to Xing Xiyang: "Those women don't know where to play, let's look for them."
Xing Xiyang nodded blankly. The style of painting has changed a little too quickly.
Zhou An and Xing Xiyang went to Nannan and Lingyun.
Shortly after Zhou An left, the two stretchers came back and brought more than a dozen people. They carried Changsun Qingle, two guards who were bewitched, and Liu Lao's body.
When Zhou An and Xing Xiyang found Nannan and Ling Yun, they were watching a puppet show. The puppet show was performing the wind and clouds, and now they were playing Nie Feng’s practice of the magic sword.
Seeing this scene, Zhou An realized that the pirated version was terrible. He had been playing it for a few months, and some people started to turn it into a puppet show.
However, Zhou An just complained that Zhou An still couldn't do it if he wanted to make Zhou An cause trouble. After all, he was just making a living.
Zhou An had never seen the puppet show of this era. Zhou An pulled Xing Xiyang and sat next to Nannan, Qian Siyan, Yan Xiyun and Ling Yun.
Xing Xiyang has just come back to the point where the people who are asking Zhou An today are not simple characters, especially the old man, who can't resist with his strength, but he is still killed by Zhou An.