Lei Peng left to search for a suitable pickpocket.
In fact, as long as he looks up and finds more powerful people with profound skills to slay demons, Grill No. 12 will not change people every day.
It's just that most of the masters were rebellious and were taken by force. If they couldn't complete the dismemberment task, Lei Peng had to take the blame.
In contrast, he prefers to use ordinary butchers with superb skills to fill his life to avoid being punished by his superiors.
Ma Liu couldn't explain how he felt about Lei Peng's cold-bloodedness.
If people don't care about themselves, they will be punished by heaven and earth. In troubled times, they can't care about the lives of others. They can only take care of themselves first.
If it were Lei Peng, he probably wouldn't be much better.
However, it is always good to be more kind without affecting yourself.
"I hope Wang Goudan can survive this."
Ma Liu thought about it and came up with nothing to do, so he simply meditated and practiced Qigong.
In the past two years, he has gained a lot of skills, but none of them can compare with the Great Sun Tathagata Technique. Most of them are auxiliary techniques.
For example, martial arts, physiognomy, ventriloquism, charlatanism, etc. are all ways for demons to make a living in the human world.
Having many skills does not overwhelm the body. Ma Liu feels that if he continues for another hundred years, he will become a know-it-all person.
No matter what others talk about, even if it is professional knowledge, I can chime in.
In particular, pickpockets like to exchange combat experiences, methods of dealing with enemies, and tell stories about their glorious past of killing enemies, etc.
Scholar Ma Liu never went out, talked about war on paper, and never made any moves with others.
But his killing experience and the battle memories brought to him by so many monsters have made him quietly become an old monster who has experienced thousands of battles.
However, his biggest gain was the vast ocean of energy and blood.
To this day, his inherited tuberculosis has been completely cured.
Sometimes I can't help but cough. It's just that I've been coughing since I was little. I'm used to it and can't change it.
He also deliberately maintained the image of a sick and consumptive ghost, giving people the impression of being weak, so as not to change too much and be remembered by others.
Logically speaking, he has the Great Sun Tathagata Technique by his side, practices hard day and night, and takes elixirs. He has no shortage of resources, and he has also absorbed so many demons. Even a wild boar with no intelligence can reach the Taoist realm. .
But Ma Liu has not made a breakthrough so far.
I just keep strengthening my Taoist foundation, polishing my own realm, and repeatedly comprehending every detail of cultivation.
He doesn't pursue invincibility in the same realm, he just wants to see where his limits are.
By the way, try sucking a thousand demons to see if it will force him to enter the Taoist realm.
If that doesn't work, he plans to smoke 10,000.
When the day comes, when the power is so great that a drop of blood can penetrate a mountain, and a hair can kill thousands of troops, it will not be too late to break through the realm.
"Hmm? What's the sound?"
A thin, gossamer clanging sound came through the thick stone wall, and the earth seemed to be shaking slightly.
Ma Liu, who was taking stock of himself, was startled and quickly stepped out.
The stone door of the steakhouse is far less thick than the wall. Standing at door No. 10, the vibrations of the fierce battle became clearer.
The eldest son of the Liang family has no cultivation, so it is impossible for him to continue fighting with Wang Goudan. The turtle demon must have had an accident.
Suddenly, a powerful breath came out from the gap in the stone door. After a loud bang, the stone room fell into silence.
Ma Liu couldn't wait any longer and pushed the stone door open.
As soon as he saw it, the corpse-turned turtle demon fell to the ground, his whole head was cut off, and turtle blood flowed all over the floor.
Panting heavily, Wang Goudan was in high spirits, veins popped up on his forehead, his eyes were bloodshot, and he exuded a powerful aura.
"I have finally reached the Taoist realm."
"Don't be too happy yet, you will get into big trouble!!"
Ma Liu looked at Young Master Liang in the corner and couldn't feel his breathing at all.
The corners of his mouth are bleeding, and he's dead!
This battle can shake a stone wall three feet thick. Even a top-notch expert will be shocked to death by the air wave, let alone an ordinary person who is terminally ill?
Mr. Liang was protected by treasures, but he could only defend himself against killing moves. Now gods were fighting, and mortals suffered. While he was watching the show, his internal organs were shattered from the air.
"Dead, dead?"
Wang Goudan’s expression changed drastically.
Mr. Liang was staying in the bedroom, and he didn't bother to pay attention to this guy.
As a result, this guy climbed down from the stone bed and climbed out of the bedroom to see the demon slayer.
Unexpectedly, the turtle demon was unwilling to die, and his resentment persisted. Before the three sticks of incense were burned, his corpse transformed.
Before Wang Goudan could react, the turtle demon pounced on him.
In a life-and-death fight, if he was distracted even a little bit, his life would have to be taken care of. How could he care about Mr. Liang next to him?
"It's a disaster."
Wang Goudan's lips trembled, feeling that a disaster was coming.
He is not the leader of the Beggar Clan yet, and even if he is, he is still just a martial arts sect.
Facing the government and the big guys in the court, he is like a chicken and a dog.
A top-notch family like the Liang family has many disciples, including many who have entered the Taoist realm. If they are serious, there is no place for him in the world.
"what to do?"
Ma Liu frowned, feeling terrifyingly calm, and immediately thought of Lao Liu, the miracle doctor next door.
But he soon shook his head.
If Wang Goudan was to be treated, Lao Liu might come out because of their friendship of more than two years.
It is almost impossible to treat Mr. Liang and knock on his door.
Ma Liu didn't think he was more respectable than Lei Peng.
For the current plan, we can only find a way to exonerate Wang Goudan and prevent the Liang family from suspecting him.
After thinking about it, Ma Liu commanded in a deep voice:
"Go out and see if there is anyone in the corridor. If there is no one, close the door of my steakhouse No. 11 and come back quickly."
"What do you want to do?"
Seeing Ma Liu's serious expression, Wang Goudan didn't dare to ask any more questions and quickly went to close the door.
When he came back and closed the door to his own restaurant, Ma Liu had already stripped Mr. Liang of his clothes, revealing his disabled body covered with lumps and tumors.
"Later, you continue killing demons and act as if nothing happened."
Ma Liu covered his mouth and nose, took out a small porcelain bottle, and poured the corpse powder onto Young Master Liang.
"Zizzi——"
Choking black smoke rose up, and the disabled body turned into fishy corpse water visible to the naked eye.
Not long after, Mr. Liang evaporated out of thin air, and Ma Liu took off his cotton robe and put on the other man's clothes.
Wang Goudan was horrified.
He was so shocked that he didn't destroy Mr. Liang's body, but that at some point, Ma Liu turned around and his facial features changed.
That familiar yet unfamiliar face frightened Wang Goudan to take two steps back, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"you……"
"Ka-tap-tap-"
There was a strange sound on Ma Liu's body, his bones stretched apart, and his figure suddenly grew taller.
Taking another deep breath, his muscles shrank and became haggard, as thin as Mr. Liang.
Then his hair was disheveled and neatly combed, exactly like Mr. Liang.
After checking himself one last time to make sure there were no flaws, he cleared his throat and said with a choked voice:
"I am--"
"Master Liang."
