Seeing that she was about to fall into his lap, the second master of the Song family quickly dodged away and said with a frown: "I don't have the patience to watch you play!"
The fat woman who was overwhelmed just now sneered a few times, then became more at ease, and shouted from a distance: "Second Master is impatient, let's fight quickly."
Under heavy white mist, the old man appeared, and beside him was a child with two braids. The child was very strange. A pair of dark eyes are deep, as if they are hiding thousands of stories.
"It's not because you want to play, you've pissed off the second master!" The child's voice was like a broken gong, very unpleasant. It was hard to imagine a child having such a voice.
The sky was gloomy, with thick clouds and no snow, covering the whole world with a layer of shadow.
Qin Xian took a closer look and saw that this child was only wearing a single piece of clothing and had bare feet. In such weather, it was really a strange thing.
The weird child opened a pair of big, strange black eyes, looking at Duan Zhixuan, and suddenly said happily: "Okay! Good! Good! If I eat him, I will grow up again!"
Then he suddenly held his head in his hands and said with a sad face: "But there is nothing to drink with."
The old man said: "Stop playing around, let's deal with it."
Gao Qingsuo said at this time, "Senior, could it be that the more people bully the less people?"
Pei Chaoba listened to the side, and couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart: Confucian people are really weird sometimes. They use the more to bully the less, and the big to bully the small. In their eyes, it's nothing, it's just a way of survival in the world. The way is, if you can't even calm down this little bit, you should give up the thought of practicing as soon as possible, hide in the mountains and slowly endure it, and see if you can survive to reach the ascension state. It's ridiculous.
"Why do practitioners bully small ones? Besides, he looks older than me!" The little boy with braids said with a wink.
Then he turned his gaze from Gao Qingsuo to Duan Zhixuan's face. He chuckled: "Why, am I right? Why are you staring at me so viciously?"
"It's something pickled..." Duan Zhixuan's voice was very low and deep, and when it came to the last two words, it got a little heavier.
The little boy smiled evilly and shook his head.
He thought to himself: He is really looking for death.
Playing clever tricks is like playing with fire in a bamboo forest. If you get carried away, it will come back and burn you. He has seen it a lot. He originally wanted to save this kid's life, but now that he has angered himself with his arrogance, he will die. If the sky falls, he will not be afraid of the Song family standing in front of him.
Having made up his mind, he was ready to take action.
Gao Qingsuo stepped forward and held down Duan Zhixuan, took the sword from his hand, and held it lightly in his hand, "Okay, you have done well enough. The gap between realms is too big. This spirit has one eye and five bodies. It is divided into five realms. Now it has three bodies." Now that I have emerged from the Naling Realm, you are no match for me."
"But!" Duan Zhixuan was interrupted by Gao Qingsuo before he could finish his words, "I am not as good as you at your age. You must know that confidence is not arrogance. It is good to have the courage to challenge, but the precondition is that you can survive."
Duan Zhixuan stopped talking.
The little boy with braid suddenly felt bad instinctively and took a step back. His eyes glanced at Duan Zhixuan, and a cold smile appeared from the corner of his eyes: What a big Qingyi, be careful that you will be buried with him.
Then his eyes fell directly on someone.
At this moment, Mr. Tian's face is fuller, his eyebrows and eyes are deeper, and the gentleness seems to have only stayed on this face for a moment, and then disappeared without a trace, replaced by something sharper and nobler than usual.
He just had one hand hanging on his waist and the other behind his back. His back was straight and he looked deeply at the little boy.
This is where the threat comes from.
The child's eyes were fixed, his big eyes flickering, he took a step back a little scared, and then he said: "What do you want to do?"
Gao Qingsuo turned slightly sideways, holding a long sword in his hand, the tip of the sword hanging to the ground, and his green clothes rustling in the wind. He was about to speak, but saw that the direction of the little boy's eyes was behind him.
Gao Qingsuo turned around and looked at that figure.
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
Treatment Written Examination Zhang Jian held a man in his hand. He was as skinny as a stick, with a pale complexion and blue and yellow eyes.
One glance can stop a child from crying at night.
Such a vicious person was now grabbed by Zhang Jian's neck and held in his hand like a chicken.
Everyone was looking at the man in Zhang Jian's hands, and they couldn't help but wonder, what on earth is going on?
Zhang Jian looked at the man in his hand calmly and said slowly: "One Eye Five, are you the fourth?"
The man seemed to be shocked by Zhang Jian's majesty, and said tremblingly: "I...I am..."
Zhang Jian's eyes sharpened and he shouted: "Where's the fifth one?"
The man was overwhelmed by Zhang Jian's momentum and was so frightened that he peeed and said tremblingly: "I haven't cultivated yet, and my whole body corresponds to a realm. I am Duotian, the little tree is spiritual, the fat sister builds the foundation, daddy Open the Tibet..."
Just as he was about to tell the truth, suddenly a loud voice came from a distance: "Shut up!"
The old man had a violent look on his face, as did the little boy with braids. He had just appeared, and before he could rush to make a move, the fourth child was pinched by the neck.
At this moment, he was choked so much that he couldn't breathe, and his face turned red from holding back.
And told their secrets.
thump!
The skinny man was knocked to the ground by Zhang Jian. The man suddenly fell to his knees, shaking like chaff.
The little boy looked at him anxiously, wanting to say something, but he could only produce some strange syllables in his throat.
Zhang Jian looked at the little boy, frowning, and had some bad premonitions in his heart.
The child looked much smaller than the man, but he felt more dangerous.
In fact, men don’t always tell the truth.
The cultivation of this family is extremely special. After the Tibet is opened, each body needs to correspond to a realm. If you want to open the fifth body, you must combine the four bodies into one, that is, the five bodies must reach Naling at the same time. This little boy in front of you In fact, it is the last body and the strongest body. Naturally, it is the fourth realm to cultivate.
The little boy looked at Zhang Jian with an increasingly cold gaze.
"Senior, please forgive me, I didn't do anything." The skinny man suddenly crawled to Zhang Jian's feet, hugged his legs, tears streaming down his face, "I just joined in the fun..."
Before he finished speaking, he opened his mouth and sprayed green smoke towards Zhang Jian. Because the distance was too close, Zhang Jian could not dodge and was immediately enveloped in green smoke.
Zhang Jian coughed, and the skinny man showed a strange smile.
"Senior, this is... hehe... my special secret medicine..."
Zhang Jian was in the green smoke and smelled the faint fishy smell.
"This is……"
Zhang Jian's expression changed, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
The skinny man took a few steps back and smiled proudly, "If you are hit by this fog, your whole body will turn into pus and die in just three breaths..."
"one"
"two"
"three"
"Um?"
"Why are you okay?" the skinny man asked in surprise.
Zhang Jian suddenly stepped out and hit the skinny man's forehead hard with one finger. The skinny man immediately vomited blood and flew out. He fell on the wall of the courtyard and could not get up again.
The little boy exclaimed and looked at Zhang Jian anxiously, "You, are you okay?"
Zhang Jian's face looked extremely ugly at this moment. The secret method practiced by this man was too vicious. The smoke was not a simple smoke, but was made from a variety of poisons. Once contaminated, it would cause death or injury.
But he grew up in a heap of poison.
Even Gao Qingsuo didn't know this.
Zhang Jian lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on his corroded robe, then raised his head and smiled meaningfully: "You said that cultivation does not matter the state, then I want to ask for advice from the One Eye and Five Clam Saint."
The little boy's face suddenly changed when he heard this, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Zhang Jian and slowly said, "You... what are you going to do?"
Zhang Jian smiled slightly, moved, and appeared in front of the little boy in an instant. His hands reached out like lightning and grabbed the little boy's neck.
"Ah!" The little boy exclaimed, his face suddenly turned red. He struggled to get rid of Zhang Jian's restraints, but Zhang Jian's palms were like iron pliers, preventing him from moving at all.
"You...what are you going to do?" The little boy's voice was trembling, and his eyes were full of fear.
Zhang Jian didn't answer. He looked at the little boy with cold eyes and used a little force with his hands. The little boy's face suddenly became more painful.
"Sir, let me go! Let me go!" The little boy's voice suddenly became hysterical. "Let me go, or I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Zhang Jian looked at the little boy with cold eyes. He had no murderous intention in his heart, because he felt that it was not easy to become a monster, but to be so cold-blooded now had a lot to do with the influence of others.
He just wanted to know what the Song family or the Second Master Song had taught him!
But the little boy's struggle became more and more intense, and he seemed to be out of breath.
The old man and the fat woman looked anxious but helpless. Just because of Zhang Jian's explosive move, they knew they were no match for them. However, they were not surprised by Zhang Jian's strength. After all, he was the former Confucian teacher No. 4 and several people on the top of the mountain.
Zhang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the second master of the Song family from the corner of his eye.
Second Master Song stood there with a pale face. He looked at Zhang Jian's back with a hint of sinisterness in his eyes.
He had met this fourth Confucian before, but he was far from as powerful as he is now. After not seeing each other for ten years, he had actually reached the point where he could easily subdue Xiaoshu.
This made him feel uneasy.
Zhang Jian increased his strength, and the little boy rolled his eyes and could only make a "woo woo" sound.
The little boy's neck was about to be pinched.
Second Master Song's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted: "Stop!"
Second Master Song looked at Zhang Jian coldly, "Mr. Fourth, do you insist on going against the Song family?"
Zhang Jian smiled slightly, "No, I just can't stand it, and I'm not Mr. Fourth. I don't have so many rules. If I want to take action, I will do it."
Once face is broken, no matter how famous you were in the past, it will immediately become ineffective.
Zhang Jian was openly slapping the second master of the Song family in the face, forcing him to bow his head.
Second Master Song looked at Zhang Jian gloomily, with a trace of cruelty flashing in his eyes. He knew in his heart that the strength of this fourth Confucian disciple was far beyond his imagination.
However, he, Second Master Song, had traveled all over the nine states in his life, how could he bow his head so easily?
