It was Tang Ji who did it, he had no interest and no time to talk nonsense with An Zhiyong, playing jealousy.

An Zhiyong was just about to say something to show off the gap and identity, but a slap fell on his face.

Then his feet lifted off the ground, as if fluttering, and then he fainted, half of his face swollen like a pig's head.

"You ......"

The followers were caught off guard, and it wasn't until An Zhiyong fell down with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth and half of his face swollen that they found that their boss had been knocked unconscious.

Tang Ji's shot was without warning, and the speed was amazing.

"What's your name?" Tang Ji looked at the young man who was exuding yin energy from top to bottom.

The young man's bloodless lips moved, but he just looked at Tang Ji with a gloomy look, but he didn't speak.

However, Tang Ji caught an emotion from the young man's eyes, and he was on guard.

Guard, for some reason to protect one's own psychology.

To put it simply, the boy was timid and cautious.

In the boy's somewhat dragging sleeves were two slender fingers, and he was sealing.

Then the yin wind, which was invisible to the naked eye, gathered around his body with the change of his handprint, and the gray robe began to fly without wind, and the temperature in the entire corridor was decreasing at an alarming rate.

The sun was shining outside the window, even the midday sun was a little harsh.

But in the corridor, it's like an ice cellar.

From the boy's body, a translucent soul emerged, hollow and terrifying.

When the spirit appeared, an eerie whimper sounded throughout the hallway.

Tang Qi opened the white eyes, and the meridians protruded slightly under the skin around the eye sockets, and the two eyeballs turned white.

All the changes in front of us are insightful.

"What's going on?"

Nong Peng and An Zhiyong's followers couldn't detect the existence of the soul, they could only feel the obvious temperature change and the gust of cloudy wind.

"Taiwei Xuangong, Zhonghuang Shiqing, born with me, must not act rashly, the connoisseur is too spiritual, if you want to fly, you can only be Tai Chi Shangqing."

Tang Ji's heart moved, and there were words in his mouth.

When he was on Earth, Tang Ji was a legend in the killer world, no matter how difficult the task was, as long as he took it, the success rate was 100%.

He is not only proficient in all kinds of murder techniques, but also well-versed in the past and the present, and likes to read ancient books.

Regarding the Dao Gate technique, Tang Ji has studied it, but it is a pity that he does not have the qi recorded in the ancient books in his body.

But now it's different......

After seeing the soul drilled out of the young man's body, Tang Ji remembered the Dao Gate Technique.

Buzz!

In front of Tang Ji, as the spell floated out of his mouth, a little black fluorescence appeared in front of him.

The black fluorescence immediately became more and more, converging into a piece of Douqi rune paper.

"Go!"

With a flick of his fingers, the speed of the black rune paper skyrocketed, and it exploded towards the soul.

The soul body trembled visibly, and the rune paper made the soul feel like a great enemy.

It's a pity that before he could get into the pale boy's body, his soul was pasted by the black rune paper.

With a bang, the whole soul vanished.

A sickly red color surged across the pale boy's face, and he spurted blood with a whoop, and the whole person fell to his knees.

Tang Ji narrowed his eyes, that soul should be like some people on the earth who raise little ghosts.

The soul has some connection with the pale boy, and the black rune paper of Tang Ji extinguishes the soul, which naturally brings him serious harm as well.

The Dao Sect spell that I had memorized in my mind before was actually successfully cast.

The boy looked up, his blood-stained lips trembling.

I didn't expect this kid to be able to touch the soul......

In Tang Ji's mind, he had a plan!

"How could you ......" The young man, whose body was already weak, asked in shock, and began to breathe rapidly as he spoke.

According to Tang Ji's guess, firstly, it may be malnutrition, and secondly, it is accompanied by things with heavy yin qi such as souls all year round, which naturally hurts the body, which will cause the young man's body to be abnormally weak.

"What's your name?" Tang Ji walked over, looked indifferent, and asked condescendingly.

The young man bit his lip and stared at Tang Ji still didn't say anything.

"Do you really think I don't dare kill you?" Tang Ji grabbed the young man's neck with one hand and picked him up directly.

Until, the boy's feet were suspended from the ground.

In less than ten seconds, the young man's face turned red, his facial features were distorted, and his hands tried to pick Tang Ji's hand.

It's a pity that Tang Ji's hand is like a vice, no matter how hard the young man tries, he doesn't move at all.

Twenty seconds passed, and the boy's strength to struggle became smaller and smaller.

In those cold and dark eyes, the color of fear finally jumped.

Nong Peng had already seen Tang Ji kill people, and he was still shocked at the moment, but it was okay.

But a few of An Zhiyong's followers, the two forces of war almost wanted to go first.

The young man was about to roll his eyes.

The expression on Tang Ji's face did not change at all, and his pupils were still indifferent.

"I ......"

The young man clearly felt that the air in his lungs was about to be squeezed clean, and he said with great difficulty: "My name is Ajiang ......"

"Full name." Tang Ji said lightly.

"Tang Shao, his name is Ah Jiang, and he is an orphan." An Zhiyong's attendant said.

"Oh?" Tang Ji let go of his hand at this time.

The boy slumped to the ground, his eyes wide and bloodshot, and he gulped for fresh air.

"I don't have my full name, so my name is Ajiang." The young man's voice was a little hoarse, and he was grabbed by Tang Ji's neck just now, and he felt like he was about to be pinched off.

After slipping around the ghost gate, the young man looked at Tang Ji again, a little more afraid.

"Carry your boss, get out." Tang Ji glanced at the attendants.

"Thank you Tang Shao, thank you Tang Shao." A few followers thanked Tang Ji again and again, and then lifted An Zhi, who was still unconscious, and left as if fleeing.

"Tang Shao, I'll go first." Tang Ji didn't mean to talk to him, and Nong Peng left with a smile.

Ah Jiang stood up against the wall: "I am indeed here to help An Zhiyong clean up you, the reason is very simple, he gave me money, I need a lot of money." ”

"How much do you get?" Tang Ji motioned for him to follow, and the two walked outside.

Following honestly, Ah Jiang kneaded his neck: "A gold coin." ”

"You need money?" Tang Ji asked again.

"Yes." The vigilance in Ah Jiang's eyes resurfaced.

"Why?" Tang Ji continued to ask.

"I have a sister who is dying. At present, I can only rely on medicine to continue my life, and only by finding the Heavenly Soul Nine Trick Pill can I completely solve my sister's problem. Ah Jiang said helplessly: "My sister and I depend on each other, and I can't watch her die." ”

"The host triggers the selection task."

"Option 1: Let Jiang go and get the reward canned herring*10."

"Option 2: Kill Ajiang, once and for all, and get a reward for the Yellow Rank Advanced Exercises."

"Option 3: Recruit Ah Jiang to become your subordinate and obtain the alchemist program."