After burying the corpse outside the city, everyone returned to the Zhu Ji ironware shop, the world of the soul master is like this, either you die or I die, for such a traitor, the city lord's mansion did not hold on.

On the way back, Bai Yihe and Senior Brother Zhu Ziming glanced at each other, and then stroked his shoulder, he knew that Senior Brother was actually a little sad and unbearable, but there was no way, if this matter was not handled, how would he still be in charge of Zhu Ji in the future? How to convince the rest of the disciples?

"Master, today's big victory over Qian Ji, in the future, our Zhu Ji will come to this family in Fierce Ze City, and we will definitely make money every day!haha!"

"Yes, Master, let the little junior sister cook tonight, let's have a good drink and celebrate?"

"Uh-huh! Second Senior Brother is right! Let Master have a treat!"

"Uncle Bai, what do you think?"

In Zhu Ji Hall, everyone cheered and was happy, and Bai Yihe was also a little excited in his heart, and then replied: "Okay!"

With a good word, Zhu Lei and the others began to prepare for the dinner, laying hands on deck, cooking and cooking, preparing for tonight's meal.

Zhu Ziming didn't have any words, there was no sadness or joy on his face, and he quietly returned to his room to lick the wounds in his heart.

After a day of great sorrow and joy, the most protective little disciple was ruthlessly betrayed until he died, and he had an indescribable meaning in his heart.

......

An hour later, Bai Yihe came to the room and evoked Zhu Ziming, everyone took a seat in front of the hall, and a table was regarded as the banquet of the celebration banquet.

"Uncle Bai, I salute you, thank you for your help today, if it weren't for you, Zhu Ji would be finished today!" Seeing that the master was a little depressed, as Zhu Ziming's eldest apprentice, he first spoke and picked up his glass!

Laughing lightly, Bai Yihe also picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly and said: "Today is not my work alone, but belongs to all of you, and I also thank you for your help to Bai before!"

After the two drank the wine in the cup, the four brothers of Zhu Ziming took turns to toast in white clothes, and after a while, they became a little drunk and hazy.

"Brother Bai, when are you leaving Zhu Ji?" A soft and crisp voice came out of Zhu Lei's mouth, and a touch of sadness gradually bloomed.

More than two months ago, Wan Yu placed the white-clothed union in Zhu Ji and said that if he stepped into the one-hammer realm, he could send a message to him, and then the white-clothed union would follow Wan Yu and leave to start a new path of cultivation.

The drunken Bai Yi replied, "Before dinner, I used the communication token to send a message to the master, and he replied that he would arrive in the evening two days later. ”

The communication token is also a kind of Horcrux, which is forged by the caster and carved by the soul carver, and after injecting soul power, it can also be communicated far away, but it is expensive to build, not ordinary people can have it, but Wan Yu caster and soul carving double cultivation, there are a lot of communication tokens in the hand, and a piece is left before leaving.

Hearing Bai Yihe's affirmative reply, Zhu Lei frowned slightly, did not answer, sat upright at the table, no longer moved the chopsticks, and picked up the wine glass casually: "Brother Bai, thank you for your help!

Before the words fell, Zhu Lei drank all the wine in the cup, and before Bai Yihe picked up the wine glass, she poured another glass, and then drank it by herself, one glass after another, seven glasses of liquor in a row, Zhu Lei's cheeks were red, and the coquettish color of her daughter's family was fully revealed.

But his brows are always slightly twisted, and his heart is hidden.

Bai Yihe knew in his heart that for more than two months, Zhu Lei had taken care of him, and he was ashamed of it, but he had regarded Ye Meier as his wife and couldn't bear Ye Meier.

Another hour later, everyone dispersed the banquet drunken and hazy, and the white clothes were too strong to drink, and they returned to the room and fell asleep.

......

Two days flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was the day that Wan Yu was about to come, but according to Wan Yu's estimate, it was already late at night when he arrived in Zhu Ji, and it was just night.

After a busy day of casting, Zhu Ziming did not let the disciples go home, closed the door of Zhu Ji, and Zhu Ziming quietly arranged for everyone to receive all the affairs of Qian Ji tomorrow.

He knew that there would be friction tomorrow, after all, Qian Ji had not made any preparations to leave Fierce Ze City in the past two days, Qian Pei was not a good person, and he definitely left his back, and the City Lord's Mansion had great favoritism towards Qian Ji in this matter.

Looking at everyone's excited and uneasy looks, Bai Yihe also interjected: "Senior brother, why are you so cautious? Master will return tonight, and I am afraid that I will not be able to remember the money if I receive it tomorrow?"

Hearing this, Zhu Ziming glanced at Bai Yihe a little embarrassed and said: "That's right, it's me! I never thought of this stubble, it's still the little junior brother's brain!"

In the past few days with his senior brother Zhu Ziming, Bai Yihe has gradually deepened his understanding of Wan Yu, Wan Yu is not such a good person, not to mention the high soul realm, and extremely protective of the short, whoever dares to bully his disciples, who he loves, he is a hard meal.

"Then let's disperse! Go back to recuperate your spirits, and tomorrow morning, receive the money!" Zhu Ziming said in a deep voice.

As soon as the words fell, Bai Yihe suddenly felt that the aura around him was gradually wrong.

A touch of danger came to my heart.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Yihe stared at Zhu Ziming and was about to say out loud, only to see Zhu Ziming wave his hand, his eyes burst out of essence, and he also felt it.

"Little junior brother, you and the disciples will go to the backyard first, and then take Lei'er to escape from Fierce Ze City, and I will break off!" Zhu Ziming frowned, and said in an extremely serious manner.

Hearing Master's words, all the disciples reacted and finally felt the aura of danger.

"Master, after I break off, you and the junior disciples will go first!" Zhu Ziming's eldest disciple spoke first, and he inherited Zhu Ziming's honest character.

"No, senior brother, you go, I'll break off!"

For a while, when they heard such words as the aftermath, everyone knew that this time was extremely dangerous, and after the severance was broken, the brotherhood of the division was instantly sublimated.

"Hahaha! None of you can leave!" Suddenly, a smug voice came.

I saw someone kicking open the door of Zhu Ji, and walked in with a smile on his face, followed by more than a dozen masked people, and his breath was extremely dangerous.

"Qian Pei, what do you mean by this?" Zhu Ziming's face was extremely ugly, and he stared at Qian Pei and asked.

"Haha! Can't you see it yet? Tomorrow at dawn, there will be no Zhu Ji! Don't worry, I will leave you some blood, Lei'er is good, leave it to me as a concubine, Meizizi, ahaha!" The arrogant words burst out of Qian Pei's mouth, and her face was full of lewd smiles at this time.

"Old dog, aren't you afraid that the City Lord's Mansion will know about this? After all, this gambling fight is related to the face of the City Lord's Mansion!" Looking at Qian Pei who was smiling lewdly on the other side, Zhu Ziming scolded angrily.

"O City Lord's Mansion! They're blocking the streets outside! It's over! Not a single fly can fly in. ”

"Zhu Ji was robbed, Qian Ji saw righteousness and bravely killed the thief with the city lord's mansion, but it was too late, Zhu Ji died all the top and bottom, do you think this is good?"

Ignoring Zhu Ziming's anger, Qian Pei's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said everything he had planned.

Immediately, Qian Pei stopped talking nonsense, and waved his big hand and shouted: "Do it!"

With an order, more than a dozen masked black-clothed men behind him besieged Zhu Ji and the others.

I saw that Zhu Ziming and the disciples immediately took out all the iron hammers from the space ring and greeted them, and at the moment of danger, no one retreated, and no one rebelled.

Everyone was in a group, but it was almost Zhu Ziming and the others who were beaten passively unilaterally, and the eldest disciple cultivated the highest, which was the eighth order of the Fetal Soul Realm, but it was also a man who fought against three people of the same rank, and the rest of the people were also besieged by two or three people.

Zhu Ziming bared his teeth and wanted to crack, and the two soul shadows behind him suddenly exploded, indicating that Zhu Ziming's cultivation was a master of the soul realm, but the second soul shadow was slightly weak, and it should be the appearance of the second and third orders of the soul realm.

Zhu Ziming, who was just about to go to the rescue of the disciples, was stopped, and behind Qian Pei and another masked man in black were two soul shadows, and the two soul realms surrounded Zhu Ziming.

After only a cup of tea, Zhu Ziming and the others were completely disadvantaged, and Bai Yihe was also unable to escape and rescue for a while, and was surrounded by two fourth-order soul masters of the Fetal Soul Realm.

"Mortal-level mid-level soul technique-Collapse Mountain Fist!"

"Mortal-level low-level soul technique-Golden Stone Leg!"

The two Fetal Soul Realm soul masters unleashed their soul skills, and with a strong wind, they went straight to Baiyihe.

"Hmph!" As soon as his nose moved, the white clothes closed their palms and condensed the red sun flame, and the flames immediately covered the palms, and then suddenly flew up and jumped up, dodging the golden stone legs that greeted the next three ways, and the palms were heavily imprinted on the mountain collapse fist.

"Bang!" After a soft sound, the soul masters who launched the Collapse Mountain Fist retreated one after another, their backs slammed into the wall, their fists became pitch black, and after a blow, Bai Yihe repelled one of the soul masters, causing him to be slightly injured.

During this period of time, although the white-clothed soul realm has not skyrocketed, its strength, soul power capacity, and soul power thickness have all increased rapidly, especially when the soul skill is launched, it can be seen that the flames of the mortal-level middle-level soul skill, the Chiyang Palm, are getting thicker and thicker.

But Bai Yihe didn't dare to send out Dacheng's flame palm print with all his might, after all, after one palm, Zhu Ji was likely to be beaten to a pulp.

"Boy, there are two hits, pick me up!"

The soul master who hit the wall let out a low shout, and in an instant, the soul power was quickly absorbed by the other palm, and a mournful aura gradually emerged.

Seeing this, Bai Yihe's smart eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly spit out the air in his lungs, and then, a great suction burst out, and the surrounding air poured into his mouth in a spiral shape, and in the blink of an eye, a small pale golden tiger head took shape in Bai Yihe's mouth.

With the injection of soul power in his mouth, the surrounding air continued to increase, and the pale golden little tiger head burst out of his mouth, instantly turning into a huge tiger head, exuding a strong might.

"Mortal-level high-level soul technique-Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest!"

"Mortal-level high-level soul technique-Great Compassion Hand!"

A dark gray resentful soul power came from the soul master who hit the wall, and I saw a half-human-sized palm print roaring out, and the sound of resentful ghosts crying out of it kept coming, making the surrounding air become evil.

"Heh!" Bai Yihe sneered in his heart, his heart moved, and the pale golden tiger head blasted towards the crying palm print.

The three major stages of soul skills, entry, Xiaocheng, and Dacheng, the initial entry stage of the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest was only a huge sound wave from the throat and tongue, and the pale golden little tiger head marked that the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest had entered the realm of Xiaocheng, which had surpassed the power limit of ordinary mortal-level high-level soul skills, and the Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest was a rare sonic attack soul skill, and in the face of this level of soul skills, it must be fearless.

"Whew!"

The pale golden tiger head roared away, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front of the Great Compassion Palm Print, and the soul master who hit the wall saw this, and wanted to control the palm print to catch the tiger head.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the pale golden tiger's head exploded violently, turning into a circle of pale golden sound wave ripples, and with Bai Yihe's control, the sharp sound exploded towards the enemies in the field.

"Roar!"

The Great Compassion Palm Prints that burst out were instantly dissolved by the pale golden ripples, and the soul master who hit the wall saw this, and his eyes were horrified.

Immediately, a burst of tiger roars erupted in the ears of many soul masters in the field, but Zhu Ziming and the others were not in the attack.

In an instant, the soul masters below the sixth order of the fetal soul realm in the field showed a painful look on their faces, their bodies suddenly froze and did not move, and the combined blow of the white clothes relieved the pressure of everyone being besieged, but it was of no use to the sixth order and above.

Seizing the opportunity, the white-clothed group took the opportunity to launch a counterattack, and the two fourth-order soul masters of the Fetal Soul Realm who were besieging him were instantly hit by his burst of flames with the Red Sun Palm, and each of them had a burnt palm print printed in the center of their chests!