Jiang Yuan's body burst out with a burst of light, rippling like ripples, and the wind and deer roared in the little wolf demon forest.
The deciduous Haloxylon ammodendron makes the forest extremely quiet.
The monks in the forest all released their formations, waiting for the legendary strongman to appear as if facing a formidable enemy.
After waiting for a while, no one came.
"Senior Jinmen Shendan, has he died long ago?"
Zhu Zhengyi closed the magic circle and let out a long breath. He glanced at Zhu Dahua, looked up to the sky and laughed.
There are many treasures left behind in Kinmen. The Jiang family and his daughter are dead. Such a rich legacy is enough for the protagonist to give birth to a new batch of strong men.
Such a happy event would not have come without Zhu Zhengxin.
"Boss, Mistress definitely doesn't want anything to happen to you. If you give him Mistress' ring, you might still have a chance to live." Pan Sheng rolled his eyes and struggled to calculate the probability of survival.
Two early stages of Qi training, six mid-to-late stages plus three early stages of foundation building, and one foundation building perfection. If you make the opponent angry, your ashes will be raised.
If you can't beat him, you have to give in. It's important to save your life.
Zhu Dahua is relatively calm. When she was selected by the system, she knew that she was destined to be alone for a lifetime. How many people around the protagonist can avoid suffering.
But, I don’t know why, my heart hurts a little.
"Boss, uncle, you can't beat me in the later stages of foundation building. Just admit your mistake."
When Zhu Zhengyi heard Pan Sheng's previous words, he strode in front of Jiang Yuan. He was overjoyed and stretched out his hand to grab the ring. Zhu Dahua's eyes turned cold and Zhuo Zhengyi swung out the woodcutter. Zhu Zhengyi hurriedly stepped back, and the brocade robe on his right arm was torn. Big mouth.
"Zhu Dahua, you still don't know your mistake! I am your uncle."
"My uncle will not steal my mother's things."
"You, everything I did was for the sake of your father's life. You don't feel any guilt at all for the things you caused. You are no longer a son of man!"
Zhu Zhengyi pointed at Zhu Dahua and scolded her. The more he scolded, the more it sounded like that, and the more he scolded, the more angry he became.
It's just a matter of face.
"Zhu Zhengxin should have this calamity in his life, and I can't do anything about it. If you want to save his life, you still have to pass my test." Zhu Dahua held the knife and looked at Zhu Zhengyi.
Zhu Zhengyi is nominally trying to save people, but if you pay a little attention to his words and deeds, it is not the case.
The person they were afraid of didn't show up, so they showed greedy eyes.
The Zhu family needs foundation-building monks, and the monks need all of Jiang Yuan's spiritual treasures and elixirs. It is a crime to have a jade.
"Kill and seize treasure."
With such a light word, Zhu Zhengyi felt extremely humiliated, an insult he had never experienced in many years since becoming the head of the family!
"You wolf bastard, you have harmed your parents, and you still want to slander me, your uncle. If I don't discipline you today, how can I be worthy of your parents!"
After that, he took out his French stick and walked towards Zhu Dahua.
Zhu Dahua watched him approach step by step, but the color of Zhu Zhengyi gradually blurred in her eyes, and she could only see his golden outline, blue and red smoke coming out of his lower abdomen, and water lines on Zhu Zhengyi's arms and left heart like acupuncture points.
It feels like seeing the book "Qi Training from Getting Started to Slamming the Door", but the current situation is not the time to study.
[The host has learned it a long time ago, now he is learning it]
Can two hundred attacks be used to achieve Dzogchen in the later stages of foundation building? Zhu Dahua himself didn't believe it.
"This stick is for your parents. The crime is disobedience!"
Zhu Zhengyi lashed out with the stick, and Zhu Dahua groaned, flying up in pain, and his hundred-point attributes looked like fake ones.
Seeing Zhu Zhengyi's actions, he was unable to stop him and wanted to finish.
It's over.
"This stick was given to your parents for being unfilial!"
Zhu Dahua was whipped out and hit a tree. She fell down and coughed wildly.
The flesh on Zhu Zhengyi's face was slapped hard, thinking what kind of monster this was, he couldn't kill it even with two sticks with all his strength.
The Master of Golden Gate Shendan has fallen, and Jiang Yuan has no one to rely on anymore. It is not appropriate for a sick and divorced woman to guard so many things.
Zhu Dahua beat his biological father, making him even less suitable to be an heir.
There is no need for her to stay in this world.
Zhu Zhengxin wouldn't care if he knew it.
"This third stick was given to your parents for being unruly and having no respect for their elders!"
The expressions of the monks who were watching the battle changed drastically. They knew what Zhu Zhengyi said, but even if Zhu Dahua died, he would be able to get resources.
With such thoughts, no one stepped forward to stop him.
The French stick fell again, and Zhu Dahua reached out to grab it. He heard bones cracking in his left ear, and the stick hit heavily. The two were so close that they could see each other's madness.
Zhuo Zhengyi's woodcutter whizzed past, and Zhu Zhengyi's dodge was a little too late. Half of his beard was swept away, and his throat was damaged at all, with blood dripping out and broken.
"Golden Sword Martial God Technique" was cast immediately, but the spiritual energy still could not be condensed into special effects. Zhu Dahua deeply felt the powerlessness of martial arts to defeat immortal cultivators.
Zhu Zhengyi was so angry that he was trembling. He was actually injured by a useless person who couldn't cultivate. If he was left alive, he would be a tiger. Zhu Dahua must die!
"Soul-Splitting Palm!"
"Boss!"
The monks watching the battle took Pan Sheng away and said, "If you want to survive, be careful not to say anything." After that, the nine people took Pan Sheng and flew away.
Witnessing the torture and not stopping it, I felt guilty and feared that inner demons would hinder my practice, so I simply didn’t watch.
Pan Sheng is Zhu Zhi's grandson, and Zhu Zhi has always been very popular.
As for Jiang Yuan, Zhu Zhengyi will handle it and bear the risk of Yuanying monk seeking revenge.
Balance risks and returns. If you can't bear the risks, don't be greedy for returns.
Zhu Zhengyi smiled with satisfaction, "If you don't have the ability, don't show off. I will achieve perfection in the later stages of foundation building..."
Zhu Dahua blew out a breath of white air, opened her bloodshot right eye, and smiled even wider.
"I paid my debt, now it's your turn."
A knife pierces the heart, hitting the door of death.
"impossible."
Zhu Zhengyi fell to the forest floor, and his body turned into a large number of star spots and dissipated.
Zhu Dahua fainted.
"Yao~"
The smell of hay. Zhu Dahua opened her eyes, felt dizzy, and then fell back.
The little devil dragon flapped its wings and brought some pieces of meat.
"Thank you. Have you started eating meat? Time flies so fast."
After exchanging a Ten Thousand Yuan Great Return Pill, Zhu Dahua meditated for a quarter of an hour and recovered completely. The torn bloody clothes silently told the story of the brutal battle.
"庺~" The little devil dragon kept shouting, looking like he was talking, but Zhu Dahua didn't understand dragon language.
"How long has it been? My mother is still lying in the forest. I have to find her."
"Yao~"
The little devil dragon sounded dissatisfied, flew to a piece of ice and stood there, head held high.
Jiang Yuan's body was sealed in the ice. At this time, the big demon dragon came back and explained everything, "We saw you fighting with the monk. The other party has been killed. This is your trophy."
A ring flew to Zhu Dahua's hand. Zhu Dahua stretched out his hand to hold it, "How is my mother?"
"Death is not far away, unless you can find that spiritual fruit, the soul-returning fruit."
"Thanks for the help. Do you know where the fruit grows?"
The demon dragon closed his eyes and thought hard, "Most likely, we will meet him by fate."
At this time, another magic dragon came back, bringing back a nine-color moose, bitten it flat and put it on the ground.
"Are you awake? The human race's resilience is amazing. Let's have something to eat together."
