Smiled slightly, Zhao Dabao waved his hand gently, meaning Wu Da, you are not in a hurry, I will ask some things clearly.

"Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun, right?"

"Yes, young man, I'm Bloody Knife Zheng Jiajun. ”

"Okay, then I'll call you Master Zheng, right? So, I want to know what your purpose is when you return to Suishi?" Zhao Dabao said with a hint of interest on his face.

"Young man, do you want to ask me the purpose of returning to Suishi? If you want to ask, will I definitely answer?" Zheng Jiajun asked with a straight face and very solemnly.

"Hehe", a chuckle came from Zhao Dabao's mouth, "I understand, what Master Zheng means is that I have some basis for asking this." Well, I'll prove it to you. ”

As he spoke, he saw Zhao Dabao wave his hand lightly, and an invisible force floated out.

A pile of Xia Guo coins rose into the air on the ground, as if held up by an invisible hand, and at the moment when everyone's eyes had not yet caught up, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the tip of the scabbard that was originally hanging in front of Wu Da was suddenly knocked open, and the pile of Xia Guo coins also fell to the ground.

"Picking leaves and flying flowers!" An exclamation came from the mouth of the blood knife Zheng Jiajun.

Picking leaves and flying flowers, the legendary god-level mastery, can only come from the hands of Ming Jin level cultivators, even if it is a consummate internal strength martial artist, it can't do it.

As soon as the god-level mastery appeared, not only Zheng Jiajun, Feng Quanyi, Liu Zhao, Dongbao and others, who were also internal strength martial artists, knew it, but even Wu Da, the underworld boss of ordinary martial artists, knew that this was a legendary cultivator.

In Wu Da's hope, in the shocked eyes of Zheng Jiajun and Feng Quanyi, Zhao Dabao said with a smile on his face:

"Master Zheng, I have the conditions to ask questions this time, right?"

With both hands arched, the blood knife Zheng Jiajun gave a deep salute with a serious face.

This is not the respect of the secular world, but the horror and fear of the cultivation world as a martial artist. In the cultivation world, once you enter the cultivation world, you will become an immortal and become a god. That is, it is not in the five elements, and it is not subject to the yin and yang tubes.

"Mr. Zhao, since you are a grandmaster in the cultivation world, then I will briefly talk about the process of my grudge with Wu Da. Twenty years ago, Wu Da seduced many people in the rivers and lakes, killed my siblings, seriously injured me in Suishi, and finally forced me to go overseas. You say, can I not go back to Sui City to recover my previous blood debt?"

Nodding slightly, Zhao Dabao agreed:

"Well, there are good reasons to seek revenge. Well, since I'm in this hall. No matter what happened before, that's the end for today. Master Zheng, what do you think?"

"That's it for today?"

Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun pondered for a moment. According to Zhao Dabao's words, he is really unwilling.

But what if he was unwilling? He was a cultivator who had seen the Ming Jin level, and the gap between him and him was simply a comparison of heaven and earth. But to stop here, Zheng Jiajun was unwilling.

Seeing the hesitation and reluctance in Zheng Jiajun's heart, Zhao Dabao's eyebrows were slightly raised, and a pair of small eyes flashed brightly:

"In this way, Master Zheng, you take my move, if you can take my move, I will never interfere in today's matter. But if you can't even pick up a trick, then do what I want, how?"

Hearing this, before Zheng Jiajun could answer, Wu Da howled:

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I'm out of five million, sir, can you get rid of the trouble? Zheng Jiajun let me go today, but what should I do if I come back in the future? Mr. Zhao, I'll add another five million, please destroy Zheng Jiajun here today, how about it? If the money is not enough, I'll add more money. Oh........"

Before Wu Da finished howling, Zhao Dabao's face sank, "noisy"!

With a slight wave of his palm, there was a crisp sound of "pop", and an invisible force fanned Wu Da's left face, his originally triangular face suddenly swollen, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Wu, how can I have the opportunity for you to interject when I speak, tell you that saving your life today is not for the sake of money, but the opportunity that Lao Liu gave you, and you still have room for bargaining?"

Seeing Zhao Dabao giving face like this, Zheng Jiajun also knew what to do? This young Mr. Zhao was not afraid of his bloody knife, but wanted to give him a step down.

But seeing Zheng Jiajun arch his hand:

"I have received Mr. Zhao's kindness, so if I can't take Mr. Zhao's trick, I, Zheng Jiajun, promise not to trouble Wu Da within half a year. ”

"Okay, Master Zheng, speak quickly, then you are ready, just take my move. ”

As he spoke, Zhao Dabao stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please.

"Okay, then I, Zheng Jiajun, have the courage to ask Mr. Zhao for a trick, and ask Mr. Zhao for advice. The scabbard of the blood knife was erected in his chest, and Zheng Jiajun put on a defensive posture.

"Oh, Master Zheng, won't you take back your blood knife?" As he spoke, Zhao Dabao moved his mouth slightly, and the direction was the blood knife inserted in the wall.

"Don't dare, Mr. Zhao in person, Zheng Jiajun didn't dare to move the blade, only dared to use the scabbard to ask Mr. Zhao for advice. ”

The blood knife Zheng Jiajun is really an old man, and he uses the scabbard to lead the teaching, which clearly means that he is asking for advice.

Since he knew that the young man in front of him was a cultivator, how could he dare to use his weapon, in case he angered this cultivator, he Zheng Jiajun might not know how he died.

For the horror of cultivators, he had a painful lesson.

Gently flicking the corner of his coat with his fingers, Zhao Dabao took two steps forward lightly, and stood idly in front of Zheng Jiajun's position five meters in front of him.

"Mr. Zhao, can you show your weapon? ”

"Weapons, hehe, no need, Zhao will use this right palm to fight with Master Zheng. ”

"Okay, then please ask Mr. for advice. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Jiajun's internal strength surged, and the scabbard of the blood knife in his hand paused slightly. The right hand danced wildly, driving the scabbard of the blood knife to sweep up the Dao Dao Bai Lian, forming a fan of space one meter in front of him.

Immediately, his left hand turned into a fist, and the five fingers in his palm formed a hook, and he frantically grabbed twenty-five claws towards the shadow of the knife.

The flying sword shadows, the changing fingers and claws, reflect each other, intersect with each other, just like a knife fan claw mountain inside and outside compatibility, up and down mixed, a defensive shield, a solid shield that is indestructible.

"Hehe" chuckled, when Zhao Dabao's defense was formed by Zheng Jiajun, it was also the moment when his defensive strength was the strongest.

The Nine Turns Xuangong was running rapidly in the body, and a mouthful of internal energy was suddenly poured into the left palm. The palm that was originally emaciated instantly swelled twice as much, bringing a green aura with it, and it spread out with the left palm.

Although the movements are gentle and chic, the strong wind brought up is like a green cloud rolling out. This is exactly the release of a cultivator's internal strength, and it is also the best explanation for a cultivator at the Ming Jin level.

A gust of green wind swayed wildly, and the blood knife Zheng Jiajun knew that the young man he was facing was 100% a Ming Jin level cultivator, and he was definitely a high-end master at the Ming Jin level.

In an instant, Zheng Jiajun's eyes were sudden, and he shouted like thunder in the air.

The palm and the hand are combined, the knife and the force are combined, and in an instant, all defensive moves become one move, become a move without fancy, and turn thousands of changes into one point, which also makes this point the strongest point.

If the blade fan claw shadow was twice the defensive strength before, now the defensive strength of one point has increased by at least five times.

A strong wind against a little knife tip, the wild wind in the march exploded all around, and the onlookers kept "kicking and kicking" backwards.

But the strength of the wind, the ferocity of the tip of the knife, and the constantly retreating figures around did not produce an explosion like Mars hitting the Earth.

But listening to the slight muffled sound of "poof", Zheng Jiajun's blunt and clumsy tip of the scabbard like a stick was not easy to fly, driving his figure to retreat continuously, and with each step back, blood protruded from his mouth and mouth again and again.

took seven steps back, spit out seven mouthfuls of blood, and when he retreated to the seventh step, there was a "poof", and Zheng Jiajun fell to the ground. In an instant, his otherwise ruddy face turned pale as paper.

This is the power of a Ming Jin level cultivator? A terrifying intent rose in the hearts of the black monkey Feng Quanyi, Liu Zhao, and the others.

Otherwise, once you enter cultivation, heaven and earth are divided. But the score is too big, and the gap is too obvious.

As for Wu Da, the so-called Suishi underworld gangsters were even more shocked and roared like drums, and everyone was dazzled and tinnitus.

Blood knives, what hard steel knives, splitting high-speed bullets like slicing mud and wood. As for the scabbard that holds the blood knife, it is also made of stainless steel.

If it is sharper than the blade, the blood knife must be sharper than the scabbard. But when it comes to hardness and toughness, the scabbard is respected.

And what happened now, the scabbard, which was as hard as a rock, was shattered when it touched the internal strength that Mr. Zhao gently swung out.

If Mr. Zhao threw his strength into his head, what would happen? Will my head be harder than a bullet? Will it be harder than Zheng Jiajun's bloody scabbard?

From this moment on, Wu Da and many of his minions really realized what kind of human being Mr. Zhao was, and the entire Suishi underworld really regarded Mr. Zhao as a taboo in the entire underground world.

From this moment on, Zhao Dabao became the emperor of the Suishi underworld.

What everyone saw was only the surface, and what had personal pain and deep understanding was the bloody knife Zheng Jiajun who fell to the ground. At the moment when the scabbard of the blood knife collided with the cyan wind, he clearly felt that the tip of the scabbard was stabbing a mountain, an insurmountable super giant mountain.

Not to mention that he had a bloody scabbard in his hand, even a high-speed car would be torn apart and crushed by this strong wind.

But what shocked Zheng Jiajun even more was that he knew that Zhao Dabao's blow was definitely not the strength of an ordinary Ming Jin cultivator.

His master was also a cultivator at the Ming Jin level, but compared to Mr. Zhao's blow, his power was simply a comparison between the light of the insects and the light of the bright moon, and the gap was too big.

Of course, what Zheng Jiajun doesn't know is that the ending at this moment is the result of a combination of many aspects.

First of all, he is a passive defense, without the slightest movement, so that Zhao Dabao's strong wind can be completely concentrated at one point, which is the same principle as his concentration of defense at one point.

However, if a cultivator's internal strength is concentrated at one point, its superimposed power is not three or five times, it is dozens of times superimposed.

Secondly, as a cultivator's exercises, the Nine Turns Xuangong is not comparable to the cultivation exercises, it is Peng Zu's original immortal cultivation technique.

The difference between cultivation and immortal cultivation can be described as a thousand miles. That's why the earth-shattering effect of today and time has been formed.