Shout!

Wang Zhiping took advantage of the gap between Li Qiu's closing the door, and suddenly burst into a sneak attack, and slashed at Li Qiu's neck with his palm like a knife, and the palm wind broke through the air and roared.

The evil wind hit behind him, Li Qiu was already vigilant, and his eyes moved and easily dodged Wang Zhiping's surprise attack from behind.

The palm wind was fierce, slashing on the doors and windows, making the doors and windows rattle.

Li Qiu turned around, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes looked at Wang Zhiping coldly.

"Senior brother, what does this mean?"

Wang Zhiping looked stunned.

He didn't expect Li Qiu to be able to dodge his blow!

"Is it a coincidence?"

Questioned by Li Qiu, Wang Zhiping no longer hidden, with a vicious and hideous look on his face, he swung his fist at Li Qiu, the fist was fierce, and the force exploded the air, setting off a terrifying wind in the house.

Boom!

Wang Zhiping punched fiercely, and Li Qiu stretched out his hand to take it at will, and the strong wind disappeared.

Wang Zhiping was shocked, and looked at Li Qiu, who looked indifferent and easily took his full punch, a little incredulous.

He knew that Li Qiu, as a descendant of the Martial Saint, was able to lift a thousand catties of bronze tripods at the age of fourteen, and he also knew that a few months ago, Chen Mao gave the four apprentices the Blood Clotting Pill, and Li Qiu got the most, getting three Blood Clotting Pills.

These add up, Li Qiu's strength at this time has at most just touched the meat training period, how can he be able to take a punch from him head-on, and behave extremely easily!

"Fifteen-year-old late stage of bone enhancement?!"

Wang Zhiping wondered if he hadn't drunk the soup in time and fell into a hallucination.

"Impossible!"

He looked at Li Qiu with horror in his eyes, let out a trance whisper, and then his expression became fierce, and his other hand punched Li Qiu hard, as if to break the illusion in front of him.

"Fake!"

The fist wind hit his face, Li Qiu's face did not fluctuate, and he punched like lightning.

Bang!

He punched Wang Zhiping in the head.

Wang Zhiping was directly beaten to death, and his half-swung fist lost his strength, and his head fell to the ground.

Li Qiu looked at Wang Zhiping, who had fainted on the ground, his expression was cold, and his brows were slightly furrowed.

Wang Zhiping arrived late at night, obviously with the intention of sneaking up on him from the beginning.

But why?

He has nothing to do with Wang Zhiping at all, so how can he talk about grudges?

If Cao Shao was kidnapped by the Demon Dao Martial Artist, he would still be able to understand doing this tonight.

The kidnapped Cao Shao?

A hint of suspicion appeared in Li Qiu's eyes.

Could it be that Wang Zhiping is the demonic martial artist?

Li Qiu turned around and closed the door, as he did to Yan Zhenbei that day, and broke Wang Zhiping's tendons.

Wang Zhiping attacked him secretly, and he also saw his true strength, he would not let Wang Zhiping live and walk out of this courtyard no matter what.

So I no longer care about the identity of Wang Zhiping's senior brother.

"Ah......h

Wang Zhiping was awakened by the severe pain, and just as he screamed, Li Qiu put the long knife in his hand on his neck, and said in a cold tone.

"Senior Brother Wang, I advise you not to shout!"

Wang Zhiping's face was pale, he looked at Li Qiu with a frightened expression, gritted his teeth and swallowed the scream that had been shouted back into his stomach.

Feeling the sharp pain from the wounds in his limbs, he let out a muffled snort, and cold sweat the size of beans broke out on his forehead, looking embarrassed and miserable, no longer fierce as before.

"Little junior brother, senior brother is just joking with you and wants to test your strength. ”

"You may have misunderstood something......"

A flash of horror flashed in Wang Zhiping's eyes, and he smiled bitterly on the surface.

He didn't expect Li Qiu's strength to be amazingly strong, and he was even more ruthless.

When he is a teenager, he picks people with tendons and tendons, and his face does not change.

"Senior Brother Wang, are you the Demon Dao Martial Artist?"

Li Qiu looked indifferent, ignored Wang Zhiping's play, and asked in a cold tone.

"Little junior brother, you really misunderstood......

Wang Zhiping's face was bitter, and he still wanted to be sophistry.

Li Qiu handed the long knife in his hand a few points forward, cutting Wang Zhiping's neck, and the red blood flowed down the long knife.

Wang Zhiping's heart trembled, his expression was frightened, and he stopped his mouth in time.

"Yes or no!"

A strong killing intent appeared in Li Qiu's eyes, and he asked with a fierce expression.

Wang Zhiping opened his mouth, his face dark.

"Yes, I'm the Demon Dao Warrior. ”

After admitting his identity as a demon martial artist, Wang Zhiping said excitedly.

"But junior brother, senior brother, I fell into the devil's path by a thought!"

"Today, I believe you also heard what Master said, Senior Brother was harmed by the prescription of Exhaustion Soup without any side effects!"

"Senior brother is addicted to drugs, and if you can't control it, you will sneak attack your ......"

Wang Zhiping wept and begged Li Qiu.

"Senior brother, you just give senior brother a chance!"

"Senior brother, you are in the late stage of the bone strengthening period when you are a teenager, your qualifications are excellent, and you will definitely be able to achieve a martial saint in the future, why do you bother with your senior brother......

"Senior brother, you look at the friendship of the same family, go around the senior brother once, and the senior brother will change in the future. ”

As he spoke, Wang Zhiping's voice changed.

"Senior brother, you don't want this matter to be publicized, so that the master's reputation will be ruined!"

Li Qiu was indifferent in the face of Wang Zhiping's begging, and the long knife that forced Wang Zhiping's neck was still firmly on his neck.

To be honest, he was a little surprised in his heart now.

Although he is not familiar with Wang Zhiping, he has heard from the disciples of the martial arts hall that Wang Zhiping used to practice hard and treat others generously, and now he will become like this.

The soup is really a little scary.

"Friendship with the same family, isn't Cao Shao killed by you, senior brother?"

"Cao Shao should be the same as me, he was attacked behind your back, senior brother!"

Li Qiu looked at Wang Zhiping with cold eyes and asked lightly.

Wang Zhiping's eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look directly at Li Qiu.

"If I hadn't blocked your attack just now, Senior Brother, I'm afraid I would have ended up with Cao Shao by now!"

"You actually told me not to bother with you!"

Li Qiu said coldly.

“...... It's all a drug addiction that exhausts blood soup, and Senior Brother is a ghost for a while!"

Wang Zhiping put all the blame on the drug addiction of exhausting blood soup.

Li Qiu's expression was indifferent.

"But if you find out that you are a demon martial artist, Master may really lose face......

"That's right, that's right!" Wang Zhiping's face showed a touch of excitement, like a drowning man seeing a life-saving straw.

"So junior brother, you let senior brother go, senior brother will definitely quit the soup in the future, change his evil and return to righteousness and be a new person!"

Li Qiu didn't say anything, and glanced at the pen and ink on the table.

"Write out the prescription for the soup of the heart!"

"What?" Wang Zhiping was stunned for a moment, but he still did it and wrote out the prescription for the heart-deprehension soup.

After putting down the pen, a hint of mockery appeared in Wang Zhiping's eyes.

"Saying so much, it turns out that it's just to scare me, so that I can be asked for a prescription for blood soup!"

"The descendants of the Martial Saint are nothing more than that, in the end, they are not like me, they want to fall into the Demon Dao and kill people to practice......

Li Qiu took the prescription of the Exhaustion Soup, looked at it a few times, and then put it away.

He looked at Wang Zhiping, and a trace of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.