Seeing that the steel claws besieging him had also disappeared, Hu Feice felt that Zhong Zhen should have let him go, anyway, he didn't plan to avenge the revenge of killing the master, and everyone seemed to have nothing to do with it, so he said: "Zhong Daoyou, I'm leaving." ”

"Wait, you just leave, don't the Buddha trouble me. Tell me how you became the head of the Holy City. ”

Hu Feice has nothing to hide, and he explained the ins and outs of the future.

This kid is an interesting person, although his nostrils are a little stubborn, but he has a conscience. Zhong Zhen pondered for a long time, and the Buddha brought Hu Feice, probably with the intention of temptation. Of course, it is also because this kid is indeed a sweet and sweet tooth for ordinary female cultivators.

The Yuanying monk of the Great Gate Sect is young and beautiful, with a proud temperament, which is simply a good product for forbiddenness.

It's not okay to leave like this, Zhong Zhen hurriedly said: "Before leaving, you will demolish this building, if someone asks you what is going on, how do you say you should answer?" ”

Hu Feice didn't understand what she meant, "You asked me to demolish the building?" ”

"By the way, I'll let you demolish the building, that's the answer. It's best to tell the truth, but only this one sentence, remember that there is only this one, and nothing else. Zhong Zhen replied calmly.

Hu Feize understood these crooked things, but he nodded honestly. There was only this sentence, and it was indeed Zhong Zhen who asked him to demolish the small building.

The phrase that the human heart is unpredictable is universal at all times. If the person concerned says only one sentence, the listener will add the details in his mind, and so there will be a myriad of different answers.

Most people are just so strange, they don't believe it when they tell the truth, they have to think about it and speculate in all directions.

Many people have this habit, and as for the Buddha who likes to spy on the secrets of others, if nothing else, he is definitely such a person. Or even think about it more.

How would the Buddha guess, that's the Buddha's business. This is the idea that Zhong Zhen played, it was too troublesome for an honest person to lie, but it was easy to let him tell the truth, and every time a different person asked, he would always give the same answer.

Hu Feice followed Zhong Zhen out of the small building inexplicably. After Zhong Zhen collected the formation and prohibition, etc., he took out the long sword, agitated the aura of his whole body, and his feet suddenly left the ground and flew into the air. The sword was raised high above the head like a bolt of lightning, and the broadsword slashed down violently.

A building was split in half like tofu and collapsed with a bang.

The sword qi did not spill out, and the flowers and plants next to it were not damaged too much.

Hu Feize was very satisfied with his sword, he couldn't do it so neatly before, and absolute control was not an easy task for a sword cultivator who had entered the Dao with a killing spirit.

So he's in a good mood.

Zhong Zhen clapped her hands, and her face smiled like a blooming flower, "Little Brother Hu's swordsmanship is good!" Continue to work hard, I am optimistic about you, and I will definitely be able to send and receive freely like your senior brother Mu in the future. However, the momentum needs to be strengthened. ”

Hu Feice was dumbfounded, why did he speak in such a tone like an elder. But the appearance of such a cheerful clapping has nothing to do with the elders.

"Thank you Zhong Daoyou for complimenting."

"Well, let's finish the good things, but the ugly things still have to be said."

Zhong Zhen took out the carefully depicted portrait, "How many spirit stones do you plan to buy for this?" If you don't buy it, I'll copy some more and sell it to all the big stores near the Sky Sword Sect. ”

This portrait must be worth a lot of spirit stones, if Hu Feice is not afraid that she will take it out and sell it everywhere, he will have to spend a lot of money to redeem it.

This person seems to be a rich man, and he once made a bet with Mu Qingsong, betting about one million spirit stones, Zhong Zhen was envious and jealous when he heard it.

The disciples of the Firmament Sword Sect are all gifted, and there are many from wealthy Great Cultivator Immortal families, Hu Feice's posture is a family disciple who does not eat fireworks in the world. Zhong Zhen smiled, bumped into her hand, and didn't knock him hard.

This portrait made Zhong Zhen very satisfied, and it took her four hours. What made her even more satisfied was that Hu Feice was very honest and sat still all the time.

The handsome male cultivator in the painting has a cloak and a few strands of scattered hair slipping down his face. With angry eyes in indifference and thin lips closed, he looks stubborn and delicate. In addition, the clothes were ragged, and part of the skin was exposed, trapped by a pair of hard steel claws, shrunk into a ball, like a little lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Zhong Zhen's angle is very good, and it is definitely a good collection for some people with special hobbies.

Zhong Zhen only showed him a glance and quickly put it away, lest he snatch it with his hand, or suddenly destroy the painting with a sudden aura. This is just ordinary drawing paper, and the Yuan Infant Monk can blow the paper into powder with a single blow.

Hu Feice hurriedly looked down at the clothes on his body, although it was indeed torn, it did not reveal so much flesh.

His fair face suddenly turned red, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence, "How can you be so shameless!" ”

Zhong Zhen was surprised and said, "What does this have to do with shamelessness. You took a big advantage, I let you go, you have to repay this kindness of not killing. But everyone is not familiar with each other, and there is no constraint, so I will keep this painting for the time being, and I will return it to you when you have gathered all the spirit stones. Three million spirit stones, the price is very fair, and I don't want more. ”

Three million spirit stones are indeed not expensive, this is the friendship price for Dugu Pocheng and Mu Qingsong's face.

Hu Feize was so angry that his lungs exploded, and he thought that Zhong Daoyou was a good person, so he turned his head and blackmailed him, and he actually used such a despicable method.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that although he kept saying that he wanted to avenge his master, he obviously hadn't done it yet, but he was interrupted by Zhong Zhen while talking, and suddenly tied him up with a spirit treasure.

This woman is cunning and abnormal, and she is really a demon girl!

That portrait must not be seen by the rest of the sect, let alone the people of the family, Hu Feice forcibly pressed the urge to draw his sword and kill, and said coldly: "Three million, there is not a single spirit stone more." I'll pick up this portrait another day! ”

Watching Hu Feice leave angrily, Zhong Zhen couldn't suppress his laughter. That's right, the more angry you are, the better, otherwise it's too fake. Let him leave happily without pain, won't he be exposed immediately.

Hu Feize's arrival was just an accident for Zhong Zhen, and he didn't take it too seriously. However, with the light of his perception, he actually smoothed out the raging aura in his body, which was definitely an unexpected joy.

Looking at the sun that had just risen, Zhong Zhen stretched his waist, stood in the sunlight for a moment, and then walked to another small building.

She put down her defensive array, sat on the futon and closed her eyes and thought, until the moon drooped late at night.

Zhong Zhen finally opened her eyes, her eyes were clear, and she took out two transmission notes. One was issued to Dugu Pocheng, and the other was to Zhu Ziling.

Friends are used to constantly reunite and say goodbye, and farewell is to meet again and better!

She hoped that the day of reunion would come sooner rather than later, but now it was time for them to leave the Holy City. (To be continued.) )