Zixiao Peak.
Shanxiafang City.
There is a teahouse in the market called: Xuankong Teahouse.
The hustle and bustle of the city is completely isolated. Inside the tea shop, the bluestone floor is simple and elegant. The roof is covered with blue tiles, which contrasts with the surrounding mountains.
This is an elegant place dedicated to entertaining the elders of the Yunmang Sword Sect's General Affairs Hall.
If a stranger wants to enter this place, it will be extremely difficult. The entrance fee is at least three spiritual stones. If he wants to have a cup of tea alone with the elder of the General Affairs Hall, it will cost at least ten spiritual stones.
This is not because the tea shop is greedy, but because of the rules.
This spiritual stone did not go into the tea shop, but into the elder's pocket.
Every cup of tea here contains deep human feelings and sophistication.
After Li Shui revealed twenty spiritual stones, he was arranged to meet with an elder from the General Affairs Hall.
Inside the teahouse, green smoke curled up.
Chen Weizhong, the elder of the General Affairs Hall, was sitting on a mahogany chair, holding a cup of freshly brewed Biluochun in his hand.
He closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he was savoring the fragrance of tea as well as life.
Suddenly, the door opened slightly, and Li Shuidao walked in slowly.
Chen Weizhong slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at Li Shuidao with a bit of scrutiny.
He gently put down the tea cup and asked in a deep voice: "Why do you want to see me?"
Li Shuidao smiled and clasped his fists and said, "I want to see He Shiyong, a monk from your noble sect."
Chen Weizhong was obviously taken aback, and immediately asked: "You want to see him, but you don't know why?"
"I have something important to discuss with him, and I hope the elder will recommend him."
Chen Weizhong picked up the tea cup leisurely, took a sip, and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "He Shiyong of Xuanhuang Sword is the master of my sect's Heavenly Ranking. His strength is unfathomable. You can see it even if you want to see it."
"Elder Chen just recommends him directly, and Li will definitely reward him heavily." Li Shuidao explained with a smile.
"Huh! You can't see him anymore." Chen Weizhong snorted coldly.
Li Shuidao frowned: "What about Wu Chongjiu? Please introduce me to Elder Chen."
Chen Weizhong was slightly stunned again. At this time, he already had some doubts about Li Shuidao's identity. He hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Wu Chongjiu of Feishuang Sword is also the top master of our sect. His whereabouts are erratic, and I can't recommend him to you."
"Is that so...you're not trying to trick me on purpose, are you?" Li Shuidao asked with a frown.
"Hmph! You are so brave, get out of here!" Chen Weizhong suddenly shouted angrily and stood up with a gloomy face. His voice echoed in the tea room, appearing extremely angry.
Hearing this sound, two monks in green clothes broke into the tea room, obviously intending to attack Li Shuidao.
Li Shuidao glanced at the two of them, flicked his fingers, and an invisible stream of air shot out, hitting the two monks.
The two groaned, rolled their eyes, and then fell to the ground unconscious.
Now that he has advanced to the third level, Li Shuidao's "Taiyin Finger" has gone one step further and can poison people to stun them instead of directly poisoning them.
Chen Weizhong was so frightened that his face turned pale when his hand was exposed, and he was speechless for a moment.
He pointed at Li Shuidao with trembling hands, as if he had seen a ghost.
The Taiyin finger poked again. Chen Weizhong's eyes turned white and he fainted.
Then Li Shuidao grabbed the Baihui point on Chen Weizhong's head with his five hook-like fingers, and a faint blue light flowed out from his fingertips.
Soul searching!
A unique secret technique for third-level monks. This secret technique itself is not difficult, but it requires powerful spiritual consciousness and magic power to perform.
When the state is reached, it is as if it comes naturally, and it can be used normally; when the state is not reached, no matter how hard you practice, it will be useless.
Li Shuidao's consciousness poured into Chen Weizhong's sea of consciousness like a tide, peeling off his memories bit by bit.
As the memory fades away, Chen Weizhong's eyes gradually become hollow.
The soul search is over...
Chen Weizhong turned into a silly idiot.
He took off Chen Weizhong's storage bag and put this person into the virtual realm.
A virtual realm of rocky desert.
A living person was pinched between two huge rocks.
This person is Chen Weizhong, who has become an idiot. He has no magic weapon on his body, his mind has been destroyed, his body contains poison, and he cannot exert any magic power.
Although he is a first-level monk, he does not pose any threat to Li Shuidao's virtual realm.
After a maximum of twenty-four hours, the toxicity will fully erupt, and Chen Weizhong will surely die.
The reason why his death was delayed was because Chen Weizhong did not take Tong Shen with him.
If he dies, his colleagues will be able to sense him, and it will be inconvenient for Li Shuidao to use his identity to infiltrate the Yunmang Sword Sect.
Twenty-four hours is completely enough.
Li Shuidao rubbed his face...
The nephrite mask quickly transformed into the appearance of "Chen Weizhong".
"You are so brave!" Li Shuidao imitated Chen Weizhong and said a sentence with a decent accent.
Zixiao Peak.
In a cave shrouded in mist.
Flying Frost Sword Wu Chongjiu sat cross-legged on a cloud stone, comprehending the way of nature.
He is the top master of the Yunmang Sword Sect and the secret liaison of the Ziyang Sect in Yunmang Mountain.
Just at this time.
Someone knocked on the door of the cave.
"Come in." Wu Chongjiu's voice was not loud, but it reached the visitor's ears clearly.
The man was dressed in black and had a shrewd face.
Wu Chongjiu looked carefully and finally remembered who this person was, but why did this person come to see him?
This made Wu Chongjiu have a look of doubt on his face: "Elder Chen, why are you here to see me?"
I saw Chen Weizhong directly taking off the human skin mask on his face, revealing his delicate face.
Wu Chongjiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked stern.
The visitor's cultivation level rapidly increased from the first level to the peak of the second level, and then he clasped his fists and said: "Li Shuidao, a monk from the Five Poison Sect, has met Wu Daoyou, and I took the liberty of visiting today. I hope Wu Daoyou will introduce me to Senior He."
Senior He?
Wu Chongjiu's eyes flashed and he asked tentatively: "He is already dead, what else do you want to do with him?"
"Senior He must have faked his death." Li Shuidao said with determination: "Of course I am looking for Senior to practice a special technique."
"I wonder what the technique is?" Wu Chongjiu's eyes flashed and he continued to ask.
"Fellow Daoist Wu, I have already been so frank, why do you need to test again and again?" Li Shuidao sighed and said: "I was also present in the Immortal Path Secret Realm that day. I have also seen that world, and I have also mastered a method that does not belong to the world. The secret skills of this world can only be practiced by relying on Senior He."
Wu Chongjiu nodded slightly and confirmed Li Shuidao's identity: "Since you are a monk from the Five Poison Sect, why don't you just go to Old Man Poisonous Hand directly, but come to me instead?"
"I was delayed for more than half a year in the Silver Grassland, and now that I'm back, I'm on my way."
Wu Chongjiu thought for a moment and said: "The Demon Lord is preparing for something big, I'm afraid I won't be able to see you for the time being."
"Then what should I do if I want to practice the "Desolate Mystery Technique"?"
Wu Chongjiu was silent for a moment: "You have to make some achievements to let the devil see your value." (End of Chapter)
