Five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Wang Jingzhu raised her hand, and a soft spiritual force opened the latch and opened the door.
Yuan Changsheng is over a hundred years old and is a famous Qi refiner in Xia Kingdom.
His hair was dyed black and he had no beard. His face was wrinkled, but he was in good spirits.
Yuan Changsheng heard the sound of the door lock falling. He pushed the door open but saw that there was no one at the door. Then he saw the glowing humanoid creature sitting cross-legged in the center of the living room. He couldn't help but be so excited that he walked over three steps at a time and knelt down. If you pour it down, bow your head.
"Disciple Yuan Changsheng pays homage to Master."
The reason why Wang Jingzhu turned into a luminous humanoid creature was because she released her spiritual power and formed a thick layer of spiritual radiance on her body surface.
The whole person was surrounded by spiritual light, which was so bright that ordinary people could not see her face and figure clearly.
Doing this consumes a lot of spiritual energy, but it is also very safe.
Wang Jingzhu glanced at Yuan Changsheng and said slowly: "The bone age is 107 years old, and you have cultivated to the fifth level of the Qi refining stage. Not bad. In this place where the spiritual energy is exhausted, you can still cultivate to the fifth level of the Qi refining stage. I think you are very talented. His skills are also very impressive."
Yuan Changsheng was praised and became more and more excited, his face glowing red. "Thank you for the compliment, Master. My disciple is not good enough. Please teach me more!"
"You already have the inheritance, so you don't need to be a disciple. This is a slave-locking talisman. Drop your blood into it. Serve me as your master sincerely. Don't resist the shackles of the talisman."
An orange-yellow rune floated in front of Yuan Changsheng.
"Slave Lock Talisman? Master, do you want me to be your slave?"
"Um."
"Master, I have not inherited other people's inheritance. Please test me, master, and give me another chance. Please accept me as your disciple." Yuan Changsheng kowtowed three times in succession, begging with fear and fear. His previous confidence was gone.
"Either become my slave; or die!" Wang Jingzhu made her voice cold.
"Master, please, accept me. Please..." Yuan Changsheng crawled on the ground and crawled in front of Wang Jingzhu, crying like an old dog wagging its tail begging for mercy.
The pity of the old dog was only superficial. After he got close to Wang Jingzhu, the old dog turned into a tiger.
Yuan Changsheng swung out his hands violently, bringing out the true energy that he had been brewing for a long time. He didn't hold anything back and struck with all his strength.
This move is called Tiger Down the Mountain.
As he claps his palms, his entire body jumps forward, exerting all his strength on the opponent to the maximum extent possible.
Wang Jingzhu pushed the Overlord Spear horizontally and blocked it with the barrel of the gun.
Yuan Changsheng slapped the Overlord Gun with his palm. The barrel of the Overlord Gun bent inwards and then bounced back like a spring.
boom!
Yuan Changsheng flew out and hit the corner of the wall, unable to get up for a long time.
An old dog is still an old dog and cannot become a real tiger.
"A worm shakes a tree without knowing its own strength."
Yuan Changsheng couldn't believe it, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out from his mouth.
He actually failed to kill the opponent with one blow, how is this possible!
"I don't accept it! I am the most powerful qigong practitioner in the country. You are just a guy who was lucky enough to get the secret treasure of the Immortal Mansion. You can only achieve this great power by relying on the power of the immortal treasure! You pretend to be an old demon who has been in seclusion for thousands of years. You can deceive I have mediocre people like Wang Guoyu and Wang Jingbo, but I can't deceive me. I am the last inheritance of the immortal cultivating clan, there can be no other immortals! You, who are you!"
This is a lot of information. Wang Jingzhu was surprised, ah, it turns out that Xia Kingdom also has a group of cultivators. Are all those legends in history true?
"Are you dissatisfied?" Wang Jingzhu gently stroked the barrel of the Overlord gun. What a great gun.
How to deal with this smart old man?
He is over a hundred years old and instead of taking care of himself at home, he goes out to cause harm to others.
Wang Jingzhu suddenly felt that this person was not worthy of being her slave. Her slave should be a handsome little brother, or a cute little girl like Dian Cui, how could he be a bad old man!
The locking slave talisman fluttered back into Wang Jingzhu's hands.
Putting away the slave locking talisman, Wang Jingzhu slowly stood up with the Overlord Spear in hand.
When Yuan Changsheng saw it, he suddenly crawled forward a few times and tried hard to raise his head. "You can't kill me! I am the last qigong practitioner in Kunlun and the last inheritor of the art of immortality. So what if you get the immortal treasure? You have no cultivation method and don't know how to use the immortal treasure to practice! You can only use the immortal treasure Sell it to mortals for a few bucks. If you kill me, you will end your path to immortality! We can cooperate. You give me half of the fairy treasures you get. I will teach you the art of immortality and teach you how to use these fairy treasures. How about it?"
Wang Jingzhu slowly walked up to Yuan Changsheng, slowly held out the Overlord Spear, and pressed the tip of the spear against Yuan Changsheng's throat.
"Not very good. I don't like your immortality technique."
Yuan Changsheng was really panicked. He didn't expect that the other party didn't even care about Kunlun's inheritance. "I am an inheritor of the country's ancient culture and an expert receiving state subsidies. You can't kill me! If you kill me, the SHA will pay with your life, and you can't escape the sanction of the law!"
The barrel of the Overlord's gun shook slightly, and the tip of the gun made circles on Yuan Changsheng's throat. "Hey, weren't you still showing off how you were playing with the law earlier? Now you are teaching me the law? What I want to say is, if I kill you, a little spiritual fire will burn you cleanly. Who would know?"
A ball of flame rose from Wang Jingzhu's palm. The flames are spitting out, quiet and strange.
"Senior, I am willing to be your slave, please don't kill me! Don't kill me!" Yuan Changsheng finally collapsed and shouted loudly. The reason why he shouted so loudly was not only to beg for mercy, but also so that someone outside could hear him and call the police for him.
Wang Jingzhu shook his head. "You're a lot older, why bother?"
SHA people? Wang Jingzhu has never thought about killing people in Xia Kingdom, unless it endangers the lives of her family like Lan Fangfang.
This is her country.
She loved it here.
The motherland should always be beautiful and peaceful.
Moreover, Yuan Changsheng took Wang Jingbo away. The old man could not die until Wang Jingbo was safe.
However, Wang Jingzhu was unwilling to let Yuan Changsheng go like this.
It seems that the only option is to accept him as a slave.
He's too ugly. If he doesn't stay with him, he will be a slave to his father. It's like finding a free bodyguard for the family.
After Yuan Changsheng cried and kowtowed more than a dozen times, Wang Jingzhu threw the Slave Lock Talisman again.
This time, without Wang Jingzhu going into details, Yuan Changsheng happily picked up the slave locking amulet and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the slave locking amulet.
As soon as his blood entered the rune, it was immediately activated.
Silent and silent.
Only Yuan Changsheng could feel it, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his head and squeezed it gently.
He also had a feeling that if he resisted at this time, he might be able to escape the rune imprisonment.
Of course Yuan Changsheng did not dare to resist, so he could only let the slave locking talisman slowly lock his soul.
After about a minute, Yuan Changsheng felt an iron cage covered with thorns covering his head. If he resisted even slightly, his head would be pierced by a steel thorn.
Yuan Changsheng did not feel depressed or sad, but became excited.
Such a method is indeed the method of the Immortal Family.
It turned out that he had guessed wrong. This senior was a true cultivator of immortals, and was not a lucky person who got the chance to become an immortal.
