"Sorry, I was too busy just now and didn't have time to take care of you."
Zhong Wen asked calmly, as if talking to an old friend, "What does this old man have to say?"
"you……"
The "Seven Star Pavilion" master saw his companion knocked down by Zhong Wen's punch. He knew that the young man in front of him looked young, but his strength was extraordinary. Even though he was teasing him, he did not lose his mind for a moment. He just looked at him coldly, " Are you from the Wen Dao Academy?"
"No." Zhong Wen shook his head lightly.
"Lingxiao Holy Land?" the man asked again.
"No." Zhong Wen shook his head again, "Guess again."
"It turned out to be someone from 'Bingzhao Island'." This person said with certainty.
"Damn, there are four options in total, and you guessed three times and you didn't get it right!" Zhong Wen was furious, "Isn't it possible that you will fail in the college entrance examination English?"
"Could it be... the remnants of 'Siding Cliff'?" The "Seven Star Pavilion" master suddenly realized, but he didn't quite understand why his reaction was so intense.
"It seems you are hopeless."
Zhong Wen seemed to be greatly offended, gritting his teeth and looking fiercely, "What value does such an idiot have to live?"
A vast aura emanated from him, instantly covering all directions. Everyone in the "Seven Star Pavilion" felt their bodies sinking, and they had difficulty breathing.
So strong!
The expression of the "Seven Star Pavilion" master changed. When he was about to use his body skills to retreat, his eyes flashed, and then his neck tightened, and he rose into the air.
It turned out that Zhong Wen appeared in front of this man at an unimaginable speed, easily grabbed his neck and lifted him into the air.
He was so frightened that he used all his strength to kick and hit the boy in front of him, trying to repel him.
However, the stormy attack fell on Zhong Wen, but it was like a trick, and it failed to have the slightest effect, and it couldn't even make him change his expression slightly.
"I'll give you one last chance." Zhong Wen grinned with a slightly ferocious smile, "Guess which force I come from? If you guess it right, I can spare your life."
"I-I know."
At this point, this person could no longer care about his face and shouted loudly, "You are the remnant of the 'Tianjian Villa'!"
"boom!"
Before he could finish his sentence, Zhong Wen violently exerted force with his right hand, slamming his whole body onto the ground. He fell to the point where his muscles and bones were broken, and he died.
"Sorry, wrong answer."
He clapped his hands coolly, then turned to look at another "Seven Star Pavilion" elder, with a strange smile on his face, "It's your turn, come on, guess which force I come from?"
are you crazy!
I don’t care which force you come from?
This elder was terrified. He knew that he was deliberately looking for trouble, but he still couldn't help but curse in his heart.
Seeing with his own eyes Zhong Wen casually slaughtered two companions whose cultivation level was comparable to his own. He still didn't understand that the person in front of him seemed to be just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, but his strength was far beyond his imagination. He was definitely not what he had imagined. Can rival.
Run separately!
He exchanged glances with another companion beside him, and then spread out their body movements simultaneously in a tacit understanding, one to the left, the other to the right, running as fast as their lives.
However, such a tacit and reasonable tactic unexpectedly failed to work.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Accompanied by two loud noises, the two of them felt their eyes flashing and the world spinning, followed by severe pain in their heads. Their whole bodies were pushed to the ground by an indescribable force, and their faces were deeply embedded in the ground.
I don’t know what method Zhong Wen used to capture two elders of the "Seven Star Pavilion" who escaped separately at the same time. The speed was so fast that people could not see the process of his actions clearly.
"Give you another chance?" Zhong Wen asked the two of them, "Where am I from?"
Who knows where you came from?
If you want to kill, kill!
Can you give me a good time?
The two people were caught in his hands, and they felt weak all over. The spiritual power in their bodies disappeared without a trace for some reason. They could not even commit suicide. They really wanted to cry without tears, and they were in pain.
"Dark... a traitor to the Dark Temple?" One of them tried to answer.
"Why!"
Zhong Wen sighed and used a little force with his right hand. There was a soft "click" sound from the man's neck, and then his head tilted and he stopped breathing.
"I do not know I do not know!"
Another man finally had a nervous breakdown and couldn't help shouting hysterically, "Who the hell are you?"
"Remember, I'm from Piaohua Palace."
A sharp look flashed in Zhong Wen's eyes, and he used his left hand to break the man's neck.
He turned around and saw that the remaining three elders of "Seven Star Pavilion" looked at each other with confusion when they heard the words "Piaohua Palace".
It turns out that although Piaohua Palace became famous at the Heroes Conference and was honored as a holy land, it is not as experienced as the original Seven Holy Lands. There are still many cultivators who have never participated in the conference and have not heard of this new one. The prestige of the Holy Land.
It seems that the name of our Piaohua Palace is not loud enough!
Zhong Wen thought a little unhappily.
"Walk!"
Seeing this terrifying and powerful young man lost in thought, the last three elders of "Seven Star Pavilion" were not willing to let go of this opportunity. They jumped up one after another and galloped towards the high altitude in the distance, intending to escape.
But Zhong Wen still stood quietly, motionless, as if he didn't notice their actions at all.
Just when the three of them thought they had successfully escaped, a bright white light suddenly shot out from nowhere and flashed through the air.
The movements of the three Holy Land elders at the Spirit Master level all stagnated, and then they fell from the sky like frightened birds, lying motionless on the ground, with no breath at the tips of their mouths and noses.
This flash of light easily completed the stunning performance of a string of three, and then instantly flashed to Zhong Wen's side, transforming into a graceful and exquisite figure of a woman with forward and backward curves.
That pretty face with a little baby fat, who is it if it’s not Leng Wushuang?
"Where are Xiaodie and the others?" Zhong Wen seemed to have expected this and asked softly.
"They are walking with the people from Zhuge Thatched Cottage. They will arrive later." Leng Wushuang flashed his right arm and had already put away the Nine Nether Thorns. Even with Zhong Wen's dynamic vision, he could not see clearly. her movements.
Where is it hidden?
He was puzzled, looking back and forth on Leng Wushuang's hot and delicate body, feeling that the location of the Nine Nether Thorns was simply a puzzle in the world.
"Sister Ran, I'm in a hurry to rush to the battlefield. I'm afraid I can't stay here longer." Zhong Wen nodded slightly, then turned to look at Ran Sujuan and said, "What are your plans in the future?"
"Master, I want to go with you!"
When Wang Tiechui heard this, he immediately crawled over to show his loyalty.
Shi Xiaolong, Zhang Bangbang and others also nodded in agreement and vowed to join the team of gods.
"Zhong Wen, I didn't expect that you have become so powerful." Ran Sujuan thought for a while and said, "I once heard from Xiaojie that you are proficient in medical skills. Someone in our team is seriously injured and is in danger. I wonder if I can ask you to take action. Get some medical treatment?"
Looking at Ran Sujuan's nervous eyes, Zhong Wen seemed to have thought of something, and joked with a smile: "Could he be Sister Ran's sweetheart?"
"What are you talking about?" Ran Sujuan's pretty face turned red immediately and she was in a panic, "I'm just a friend."
Looking at her expression, Zhong Wen still didn't understand why, and his smile became more cheerful: "Since he is Sister Ran's friend, I should go all out and save his life no matter what."
"Thank you." Ran Sujuan's expression calmed down a little, and she glanced at him gratefully, then hurriedly got behind a big tree, and after a while, someone came out.
"It's him!"
Seeing Gui Mandrill's pale face with distinctive features, Zhong Wen instantly recognized his identity and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"Do you know him?" This time it was Ran Sujuan's turn to be surprised.
"Sister Ran, do you know." Zhong Wen looked back and forth between Ran Sujuan and Gui Mandrill curiously, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "He is from the 'Dark Temple'?"
"I, I know." Ran Sujuan lowered her head and whispered, "But he has betrayed the 'Dark Temple', and without him along the way, we would have died countless times."
How could the disciples of "Dark Temple" and "Wen Dao Academy" come together?
The world is so big and there are so many wonders!
Do you want to save him?
Zhong Wen's eyes flashed with light, and he fell into deep thought.
In order to take advantage of Demon Mandrill, he had deliberately let him go, but that didn't mean that the hostile stance between the two had changed.
In his opinion, it was definitely not a wise move to save the mandrill.
However, when his eyes met Ran Sujuan's pleading eyes, he was still entangled.
Zhong Wen had already heard about Ran Sujuan's tragic experience, and deeply lamented that her fate was unfair, causing this gentle and kind-hearted beautiful woman to suffer too much pain that she should not have had.
If she loses another loved one, Zhong Wen is not sure whether Ran Sujuan can withstand such a psychological impact, or whether she will completely collapse and lose the motivation to live.
"Sister Ran, let me ask you one last time." He suddenly raised his head, looked directly into Ran Sujuan's watery eyes, and said word by word, "This is a person from the Dark Temple, and he will probably hurt you in the future. , are you sure you want to save him?"
"I'm sure." Ran Sujuan met his gaze calmly and replied with determination, "He is no longer the ghost mandrill he used to be. Besides, I already owe him too much. Even if I die in his hands in the future, I will have no complaints." regret."
The two looked at each other in silence for a long time. Zhong Wen finally sighed and said slowly: "Okay, then I will save him."
As soon as he finished speaking, he gently put a snow-white elixir covered with golden lines into the ghost mandrill's mouth.
