After Zhao Jingde said this, the old man didn't say anything, silently smoking the cigarette in his hand, his cloudy eyes, vaguely revealing some thoughts.

Zhao Jingde didn't talk to the old man, and after drinking the wine in the cup, he continued to pour himself a glass, but from his slight frown, Zhuo Fei could see that his own uncle was probably not very quiet in his heart.

Suddenly, Zhuo Fei felt a chill, and he clearly noticed that the chill coming from multiple directions behind him was like there were several guns against the back of his head!

Moreover, Zhuo Fei can be sure that as long as Zhao Jingde and the old man have some quarrels, this seemingly old friend meeting place will instantly become a battlefield where bullets and bullets shuttle!

At this time, a golden-haired man in the crowd walked out slowly, first tidied up his clothes, and then said to Zhao Jingde with a lot of grace: "Okay, gentlemen, let's get rid of some customer factors first, and discuss our own personal interests!"

When Zhao Jingde heard this, he cast a continuing look at this person.

"Old man, the contemptible person's name is Fang Ming, I know that you are a Taoist, and we all know the strength of Taoism!" At this point, the yellow-haired man's eyes suddenly changed, and he said in a low tone, "However, now is not the time to use the power of force to confirm the right to speak!"

"In today's world, the overexploitation of nature has led to the shrinkage of resources in all aspects, and disasters have occurred frequently, and this human race is not worthy of dominance of the world!"

Hearing this, Zhuo Fei's eyelids twitched violently a few times, and he secretly thought to himself: "Big brother, you said that human beings are such a race, aren't you human anymore?"

However, how did Zhuo Fei know that in the cultivator world he was in, almost every cultivator, because of the strength of his own family, had long regarded himself as a god who was out of the human realm!

Moreover, some of those born in the family of cultivators were even born with extraordinary strength in some way!

Zhao Jingde took a sip of wine lightly and said, "Then what do you say? How about we combine all the cultivators and start an unprecedented war?"

Seeing Zhao Jingde's reaction, Fang Ming's eyes burst into light, and he said excitedly: "Old gentleman is really a smart person, imagine what ordinary humans can do now, they can crush us?"

"Taoism is the Taishan Beidou in the world of cultivators, as long as you raise your arms and exhale, the responder will surely follow merddenly!" Fang Ming took a full wine glass from the table, raised it high, and said loudly, "When the time comes, we will be your solid backing, old man, let us tell those ignorant mortals who are the real masters of this world through an iron-blooded and cruel war!"

"Papapa" Zhao Jingde applauded gently, as if he was listening to a lecture class.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that the next moment, Zhao Jingde, who was originally sitting in the position and drinking, instantly came to Fang Ming's back, and the dagger glowing with cold light in his hand was tightly pressed against Fang Ming's neck, drawing a blood line.

This is not all, then Fang Ming's hair suddenly burst open, falling out with a swish, as if it had been sorted out by a barber.

It was only at this time that the wine glass that Zhao Jingde was originally holding seemed to have lost its support and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

Everyone present, including Zhuo Fei, was stunned by Zhao Jingde's speed.

Zhuo Fei can be said to be the closest person to Zhao Jingde just now, but, despite this, he still didn't see any of his uncle's actions.

Fang Ming's panicked face was dazed, and he didn't know how to react when he was stimulated.

"That's a good word, it sounds very imposing and infectious!" Zhao Jingde said with a sneer, "This time it's just a warning to you, and I want to teach you a lesson, in the future, don't say anything about ordinary people, do you really think that if you start a war, you can go back to the theocratic era thousands of years ago?"

"Let's not talk about the fact that the aura is thin today! Let's just say that the weapons that exist in the world now can make you die thousands of times in an instant!" Zhao Jingde took the dagger, patted Fang Ming's face, and said, "You can't even cope with an old guy like me, and you still want to dominate the world?

Zhao Jingde slowly withdrew his dagger, glanced at the old man who was looking at him, I don't know when, the old man who was smoking just now has now stood up from his position, and his right hand is also on his own waist.

"Just give your children and grandchildren a lesson, let's go, don't send it!" Zhao Jingde waved his hand at Zhuo Fei, then turned around and found the mechanism on the wall very familiarly, and walked out of the room without looking back.

For a long time, the old man who stood in place, as if he had lost the strength of his whole body, sat back in his position dejectedly, silently took out a half-meter-long short blade from his waist, gently closed the scabbard, and wiped his sweaty hands with a towel on the side.

All the young people present, including Fang Ming, who had just come back to his senses now, had their eyes on this short blade, why did they respect the old man so much, it was not that they abided by the traditional Chinese virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.

Rather, respect the status of the old man in the family, through countless life and death struggles!

Now it is a modern world, and the old man has been in power in the family for many years, and in the impression of this group of young people, he has never seen him make a move, but today, facing Zhao Jingde, he actually carried the weapon he relied on to become famous, and in order to reduce the time for drawing the sword, he has always remained naked.

However, the old man didn't have the heart to care about the other people in his heart now, and his mind kept thinking about the scene just now.

In fact, at the moment when Zhao Jingde made his move, he was also ready to stop it, but when his hand touched the short blade and stood up from his position.

Zhao Jingde had already arrived behind Fang Ming, and he didn't give him any chance at all, as the so-called seeing the subtleties, the gap between the two in cultivation was hearty at this moment!

I think back then, the cultivation of the two of them was not much different, but after so many years, Zhao Jingde actually dumped him for several streets?

The old man's heart has never been so powerless.

Suddenly, Fang Ming felt that his neck hurt, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it, he actually touched the blood in his hand, I don't know when, there was actually an extra wound on his neck.

Was it caused by Zhao Jingde's dagger just now?

How much time did it take in that moment? no more than ten seconds at most.

But how many knives can a person stab in 10 seconds? So there must be seven or eight knives, right?

In this way, if Zhao Jingde wanted to kill them just now, at least seven or eight of them would have fallen to the ground, right?

As soon as I thought of this, the hearts of all the young people present couldn't help but rise with fear for a while!

Half an hour later, Zhuo Fei followed behind Zhao Jingde and returned to the middle of the two trees at the foot of the mountain!

Zhao Jingde's performance tonight made Zhuo Fei feel for the first time that his uncle was handsome!

Zhao Jingde, who had been walking in front, suddenly stopped, his ears moved slightly, he turned around quickly, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed a knife that flew quickly.

Zhuo Fei immediately came back to his senses and stuck to Zhao Jingde's side.

"Don't be nervous, this is the rule of coming back!" Zhao Jingde held the knife in his hand, made a cut on his left index finger, and then, in the air, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced, a word that Zhuo Fei couldn't understand.

When the red handwriting dissipated in the air, the surrounding fog slowly dissipated.

Seeing Zhuo Fei's confused face, Zhao Jingde smiled: "Alas, Fei'er, you are still too young, this path of cultivation is still long!"

……

When the last officer left the Shen family, the faces of Shen Lao and Xue Lao became even more ugly.

Xue Yin stood respectfully beside Xue Lao, and after Shen Wan closed the door, he walked up to Shen Lao and whispered, "Father, it's all gone!"

"Alas, the power is compelling!" Shen Lao sighed softly, "No matter how good the human heart is, it will become vulnerable in the face of absolute power!"

After a one-night meeting, Shen Lao and Xue Lao, from the speeches and performances of each officer, it can be seen that all of them have maintained an optimistic attitude towards the current situation in the southwest area, and even have radical ideas.

"Let's have a big cleansing!" Xue Lao looked at the teacup on the table and said with a serious face.

……

Two hours later, without alarming anyone, Zhao Jingde and Zhuo Fei returned to the Shen family.

"Uncle Shi, how should this Wild Soul Grass be used?" Zhuo Fei asked suspiciously, looking at the wooden box on the table.

The five Wild Soul Grass were lying flat in the box, the grass roots were a little red, but the middle part of the leaves and grass roots was pitch black.

But the grass crown part has five or six colors, and it looks like a work of art.

Zhao Jingde walked silently to the table, slowly stretched out his right hand, turned from a palm to a claw, and bursts of qi came out of his palm.

After a few minutes, the five Wild Soul Grasses, which were originally plump, became dry, as if they had been exposed to the sun!

Seeing Zhao Jingde slowly withdraw his hand, Zhuo Fei said with joy: "Okay?"

Zhao Jingde nodded, and said with a somewhat unhappy expression: "When I was just extracting the water of these five wild soul grasses, I suddenly checked for a good news, and a bad news, which one are you going to listen to first?"