Mei Qiuyu's own strength is not bad. Coupled with the cooperation of two capable disciples, it is a bit tricky.
Chen Zhe frowned and thought about countermeasures.
When two practitioners of equal strength join forces, it may not necessarily mean that one plus one equals two. If the two people who join forces are not familiar with each other, they are likely to restrict each other. One plus one may be less than two. It may even be worse than one person doing it alone.
However, many disciples of the same sect often practice the art of splitting and combining attacks with two or three people in order to prevent sudden encounters with powerful enemies. The power is greatly increased. It is not just as simple as doubling the power.
The sword formation is a very good choice. There used to be a sword formation of a hundred people composed of sects. With one heart and one mind, one hundred people at the Nascent Soul stage could compete with the great cultivators who should be punished. It just needs to practice the sword formation since childhood to cultivate tacit understanding. The price is too high.
"Mei Qiuyu himself doesn't count. Those two disciples are both at the Nascent Soul stage. They need to be killed with one strike. Otherwise, it will be easy to leave clues." Chen Zhe thought secretly while listening to the words of several people from the Guixian Sect.
Difficult. Very difficult.
Chen Zhe didn't know exactly how high Mei Qiuyu's cultivation level was, but since he was the leader of a faction, at least it wouldn't be a shabby period of distraction. It would be difficult to defeat without sneak attacks.
Chen Zhe can deal with the two disciples next to him, but it will be more troublesome.
The best way is to let the three people from the Guixian Sect disperse and disperse again. Chen Zhe will be seventy percent sure of defeating each of them.
As time passed by, Chen Zhe heard something new from the bugged phone...
"Tell me, where did you hide that antique in your house? Hand it over. Otherwise, I will kill you." The voice came from the disciple named Wei Jia. Chen Zhe's ears perked up.
In addition to the three people from the Guixian Sect, they also have a fourth person.
Chen Zhe put his ear in front of the microphone silently.
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"Don't say anything, right? The Southern Song Dynasty official kiln vase passed down by your ancestors is a powerful magic weapon. You don't even know it, but it doesn't matter. Tell me where you hide it... If you don't tell, your life will be lost. Leave a broken vase to hold the ashes." Wei Jia's voice continued.
Mei Qiuyu respected his identity, so of course he would not interrogate him personally. The disciple named Tong Bai did not say anything either.
Although no one told him, Chen Zhe made a rough guess about the matter through these few sentences: Guixian Sect often robs magic weapons, secrets and elixirs, and relies on this to grow and develop. This time they caught another person who wanted to get a Southern Song Dynasty bird. Vase from the official kiln.
This vase is probably a very useful magic weapon. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to make them go to such great lengths.
Chen Zhe stood up and put down the phone. He had already thought of a way to lure the tiger away from the mountain...
In the hotel room, Mei Qiuyu sat on a worn-out chair. She lowered her eyes and said nothing. Standing next to her was a disciple of the Guixian Sect named Tong Bai. He was his direct disciple and confidant.
A middle-aged man with torn clothes and bloodstains all over his body was lying on the ground dying.
"Damn, you're so tough." Wei Jia tortured the middle-aged man for a long time in front of the head disciple. Unfortunately, he didn't get anything valuable. This middle-aged man has a lot of backbone. Let him torture him however he wants. Not relieved.
Wei Jia's intention to show off in front of the leader Mei Qiuyu was in vain. But he couldn't kill the middle-aged man directly. He was so angry that he pulled out the dagger inserted in the man's body.
The dagger was pulled out. The middle-aged man groaned in pain, and a stream of blood spurted out.
But the few people present were used to seeing bloody scenes and didn't take it seriously at all. Mei Qiuyu, who closed her eyes to rest, then raised her eyes and asked, "Have you tried using mind-searching skills?"
"Master. He has practiced the magic of tempering the mind. The mind-searching technique is useless." Wei Jia snorted coldly and kicked the man on the ground several times.
Mei Qiuyu's eyes fell on the middle-aged man who was silent on the ground: "He is a man. Since he won't say it, don't say it. Bring it to the coffin."
This means killing someone.
Anyway, the Guixian Sect has grabbed a lot of magic weapons. Although that vase is rare, it is not hard to find in the world.
Wei Jia nodded. He took out the dagger stuck next to him and was about to kill the lying middle-aged man. The phone in the room suddenly rang...
Mei Qiuyu's eyes suddenly sparkled: "Tongbai, who else knows the phone number of this hotel?"
"I told Uncle Yan. It was probably him who called." Tongbai replied.
Although this hotel is simple, it is equipped with a telephone that can make local calls. The phone bill is deducted from the room payment. It is very convenient.
Tongbai answered the phone: "Who is it?"
The other party was a young man's voice: "It's me. That vase from the official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty. No need to ask that person. I got a new piece of information. I asked the boss to come over and discuss it. There will be a big deal this time. It's top-notch." Immortal magic weapon."
Tongbai asked: "Who are you?"
"Can't you even hear my voice? Tell the boss that the matter is urgent. There is only a moment of opportunity. Okay, it's not convenient to talk on the phone. Let's have an interview." The other party said impatiently.
Tong Bai frowned and said, "Senior Brother Song, your voice seems to have changed."
"It's me. The phone line here is not good. Your voice doesn't sound much like before. Okay, hang up." The other party hung up the phone before he could speak again.
Mei Qiuyu and Wei Jia are both cultivators. They already heard the general idea without putting their ears to it. Tong Bai looked at Mei Qiuyu: "Master, did you hear that? Senior Brother Song asked us to come over and said there was a big deal. .”
Senior Brother Song is a disciple of the Guixian Sect who specializes in inquiring about information. He is cautious and steady. He said that if there is a big deal, there must be a big deal.
Mei Qiuyu's eyes shone brightly: "Now that he said so, this business is definitely not a small one, Wei Jia, let's settle the matter. Tongbai, come with me to your Uncle Yan's place to discuss it."
Mei Qiuyu was moved and took Tong Bai with her. The two of them went out.
Only Na Wei Jia and the middle-aged man who was injured and dying were left inside.
These people from the Guixian Sect didn't know. They were at a public phone bar nearby. Chen Zhe put down the phone with twinkling eyes: "This kind of liar doesn't tell his name and lets the other party guess. It's really useful."
He was on the side of the road. He watched Mei Qiuyu go out. He smiled slightly. Seeing Mei Qiuyu walk away...
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Wei Jia was left alone in the hotel room. He looked viciously at the middle-aged man lying on the ground with a dagger in his hand: "If you don't say anything, huh, let me lose face in front of the boss. See how I torture you." you."
He squatted next to the middle-aged man. He sneered and stabbed the man in the eye with a dagger.
As soon as he took action, the middle-aged man suddenly put his hand in front of his eyes. The dagger pierced his palm.
The middle-aged man's fingers clenched tightly. Wei Jia was caught off guard. The dagger was snatched away by the other party. He received another slap on the chest. He was breathless for a moment and fell to the ground exhausted.
This man has been pretending to be dead. In fact, he still retains a trace of life-saving real energy. He is just waiting for the leader to be away when he is not alone before making a sneak attack.
Wei Jia regretted it greatly. She only blamed herself for being too careless.
The middle-aged man didn't have much real energy left, so Wei Jia just held his breath for a while, but he wouldn't die.
The middle-aged man struggled to get up. He ignored Wei Jia and opened the door and walked out. He shouted hoarsely: "Help...Help. Someone is trying to kill me."
The landlady who was standing at the door of the hotel looked up and saw a stranger staggering towards her covered in blood. She was so scared that she almost flew away.
But she was a widow who ran a shop. After years of hard life, her mind was much tougher than that of a normal man. She calmed down and walked over: "What's wrong with you? Do you want me to call the police?"
As soon as she asked this question, she saw the shining sword blade coming out of the middle-aged man's chest...
With a thud, the man fell to the ground.
Wei Jia, who was behind him, was knocked out of breath for a moment by that palm strike. He immediately recovered, raised his sword and chased after him.
Wei Jia saw the landlady standing in front of him. He was stunned for a moment. He clenched the tip of his sword and walked over slowly.
"ah.."
The boss lady saw the undisguised murderous intent in the other party's eyes. Knowing that the other party wanted to kill her and silence her, she turned around and ran away.
Wei Jia knew that Linping County was the territory of Tianxin Pavilion. Tianxin Pavilion usually treated its comrades more generously, but it would never allow someone to kill comrades indiscriminately here. It was okay for the boss lady to call the police, but Tianxin Pavilion must not know about this.
So. Silence.
The landlady's body suddenly burst out with a powerful force. She turned around and ran. She ran almost at the fastest speed in her life.
But Wei Jia is faster.
"Want to run."
Wei Jia was not in a hurry to kill. Like a cat playing with a mouse, he stood in front and gently shook the sword in his hand.
The landlady immediately turned around and ran in another direction.
Wei Jia stopped in front of him again.
A guest in the hotel stuck out his head and yelled: "I can't let you sleep in the middle of the fucking night. What are you talking about? I'm going to die."
He was startled when he saw the frightened landlady and Wei Jia holding a sharp sword.
But the guest was quite clever. He dragged the landlady to his room and slammed the door.
Wei Jia smiled coldly: "I think it's safe if I hide behind the door."
Anyway, one person has been killed today. In order to cover up, I don’t care about killing two more people. When the Guixian Sect was doing things, they did countless similar killings and silences.
Kill a hundred people and become a demon. Kill ten thousand people and become a god.
Wei Jia kicked the door open, rushed in, and slashed with his sword.
Then the young guest inside grabbed the sword with his hands and kicked him backwards. Then he threw it and snatched Wei Jia's sword.
Wei Jia was still struggling to turn around in the air, but a sword had already passed through his heart and was nailed directly to the wall of the hotel. He refused to rest in peace.
The landlady fell to the ground in fright. Chen Zhe smiled and helped her up: "Call the police."
The landlady looked at him blankly, then nodded stupidly.
Chen Zhe handed her the phone: "The sooner the better. That person's accomplices will definitely not dare to confront the police."
Wei Jia was one of the people who killed all living beings, Lao Meng.
Chen Zhe sighed: "Kill another one. I've already made a profit. But I have to make the other party lose all their money. They can't make it back again."