Hidden Locust Building.

It is a small two-story loft shop hidden behind a locust tree, specializing in all kinds of spiritual objects.

This place is located in a relatively remote part of White Jade City, and generally speaking, the people who come here to buy spiritual objects are martial artists from the Martial Disciple Realm.

At this moment, in the hall of the Hidden Huai Building, Zijian stood in place, like a sculpture unable to move, sweat dripping from his head, and his eyes stared at the man opposite in horror.

The man has no beard, dressed as a middle-aged Confucian scholar, holding a white jade fan between his hands behind his back, and there is no sadness or joy on his face, just an invisible oppression turned into a book of white jade, suppressing the top of the purple sword's head.

The purple sword of the seventh layer of the Martial Sect didn't even dare to move.

Wu Jun!

Wujun Ninth Floor!!

Moreover, it is a martial master who has mastered that kind of mystical power, and is at least in the five realms and nine realms!!

Facing the middle-aged Confucian scholar, let the purple sword have the feeling of facing the sect master of the Sword Refining Sect!

The sect master of the Sword Refining Sect is a half-step martial king!

However, the middle-aged Confucian in front of him, with the cultivation of the ninth layer of the Martial King, was born with the sense of oppression of the half-step Martial King!

No wonder this place is remote, but there are still three treasures and treasures to slay the god stone!

The Sanpin Divine Stone is a very precious spiritual object of the destruction system, since he has seen it, he naturally can't let it go, and he can go back to invite Chu Qinghuan to take credit.

Who knows......

"If you speak disrespectfully, you should have died for the original crime, but this gentleman has not killed for many years, so I will punish you as a ten-year slave in Yinhuai Tower. The middle-aged Confucian said coldly.

Purple Sword smiled bitterly.

It turned out that she bid 100,000 yuan to buy the three-grade rare treasure slashing god stone, but who knew that the middle-aged Confucian said that the stone would not be sold for less than two million yuan!!

Of course, Zijian was reluctant and planned to leave.

Who knew that the middle-aged Confucian man stopped the purple sword and forbade the purple sword to leave, forcing the purple sword to buy it!

The reason is that you have seen it, touched it, and you must buy it!

It's blackmail!

Zijian suddenly scolded: "Forced to buy and sell! Your Excellency wants to use such indiscriminate means to persecute the concubine, it is inevitable that there are some blind things!"

It was because of this sentence that the purple sword was suppressed on the spot!

Originally, it seemed that he was just a shopkeeper with a ninth floor of a martial artist, and he directly sacrificed the prestige of the monarch and suppressed the Quartet!

Fortunately, Jian Sanniang was only outside the door at the time, and immediately ran away when she saw this.

"Make a demonic oath. "Middle-aged Confucian Dao.

"If you want to kill or chop, listen to it. Zijian said: "The concubine knows that she has offended Your Excellency, but if you want the concubine to surrender as a slave, it is better to kill the concubine." ”

"In that case, Benjun will not kill you. However, if you blaspheme this monarch and speak presumptuously, this monarch will abolish your cultivation!" The middle-aged Confucian snapped his fingers and sacrificed a vitality, seeing that he was about to break the purple sword's dantian.

"Huh!"

Suddenly, a woman's exclamation came from upstairs, and the middle-aged Confucian gentleman warmly voiced, but he took back that vitality.

Then, inexplicably, he said, "Slim dance...... You've always been so kind-hearted...... Or, if you don't abolish her, punish her to stand here for ten days, as a punishment. ”

The upstairs movement dissipated suddenly.

The middle-aged Confucian glanced at the purple sword gloomily, and was about to close the door and go upstairs, but heard footsteps outside.

"Very good, your rescuers have arrived, and they have been imprisoned together, so as not to leak the news of this king. The middle-aged Confucian sneered.

Outside the door, Chu Qinghuan entered the hall with Jian Sanniang, walked to Zijian's side, and when he saw Zijian's urgent eyes, he bowed his head slightly, and then his eyes fell on the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

"Sister Purple Sword. Jian Sanniang shook the purple sword.

"Sanniang, Zijian was imprisoned by the other party's sword qi body, and she couldn't move for the time being, don't touch her. Chu Qinghuan said.

"Oh. Jian Sanniang hurriedly stepped aside, her face a little worried.

At this time, Chu Qinghuan and the middle-aged Confucian looked at each other.

After a while, Chu Qinghuan suddenly took a breath, then frowned, and then his face was full of sudden expression.

Immediately after, he shifted his gaze, his gaze swept over the Hidden Huai Tower, and his expression was a little more solemn.

"In Xia Chu Qinghuan, I don't know where Chu's subordinates offended Your Excellency, and I ask Your Excellency to forgive me a lot. Chu Qinghuan said slowly, clenching his fists slightly.

"The seventh layer of the dignified Martial Sect, controlling the Zixiao Sword Intent of the Four Realms and Five Layers, and the sword qi of his body is very strong and solid, and the foundation is not shallow, is it actually your subordinate?" the middle-aged Confucian stared at Chu Qinghuan with burning eyes.

"I don't know how Your Excellency can forgive Chu's subordinates?" Chu Qinghuan continued.

Seeing Chu Qinghuan's answer, the middle-aged Confucian sneered and said, "She is not disrespectful, according to Benjun's previous temper, she will naturally kill her." For now, imprison her for ten days as punishment. ”

"Your Excellency, you might as well change your conditions. Chu Qinghuan said: "Since Chu is here, he naturally wants to take people away." ”

"I don't care who you are! The little samurai ninth-level martial artist is not qualified to negotiate with me. The middle-aged Confucian said: "For the sake of being polite when you come, you can leave, and after ten days, you will come to pick up people." ”

"People, must be taken away. Chu Qinghuan said word by word.

The middle-aged Confucian immediately looked fierce and said, "You are not qualified to say such things to Ben Jun! Since you don't know what to do, then stay here together!"

Immediately, the middle-aged Confucian priest once again sacrificed the prestige of the ninth layer of Wujun and turned it into a book of white jade, suspended above the heads of Chu Qinghuan and Jian Sanniang.

Jian Sanniang stiffened on the spot, becoming the same as Zijian, unable to move, unable to speak, only in his eyes, showing an anxious look.

Chu Qinghuan was not affected in the slightest, smiled indifferently, and said, "I don't know how to talk to Your Excellency." ”

When the middle-aged Confucian saw that Chu Qinghuan was not affected by the monarch at all, he was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily:

"It turns out that you are also a martial artist, and you can even hide it from me! However, even if you are also a martial monarch, you are not qualified to talk to this monarch!"

"Wanli Yunling doesn't have you as a person! Moreover, you dignified martial artist will actually appear here, I'm afraid, you already know me?!!"

As he spoke, the momentum on the middle-aged Confucian became wild, and phantoms appeared around him, each phantom was like his body.

His momentum is furious, and there is actually a looming murderous intent!

He suspected that Chu Qinghuan was from those places, and he came to look for him!

So, he had to kill people!

Can't stay here!

Gotta change places!

Between the moves, the middle-aged Confucian scholar's thoughts had flashed a lot.

However, just when his attack was about to fall on Chu Qinghuan, Chu Qinghuan said lightly: "Your Excellency's ever-changing physique secret technique is very extraordinary,"

"Huh?" the middle-aged Confucian slammed his attack.

Isn't the enemy coming?

If it had been someone sent by the old guys, they would never have spoken like that.

"The woman upstairs is really very persevering, she stubbornly withstood the Soul Devouring Curse, and practiced day and night to fight against the deterioration of the Soul Devouring Curse, Chu admired. Chu Qinghuan said without being salty.

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged Confucian man's face changed wildly!

The original arrogance that emanated from the bones was all reined in, and it was replaced by shock!

"You...... Who the hell are you!"

"It's a pity that the Soul Devouring Curse has spread from the heart to the soul sea, and it is no longer feasible to rely solely on cultivation to let the Soul Devouring Curse devour the vitality to delay the outbreak of the curse. Chu Qinghuan stared in the direction of the upstairs and said:

"Madam, presumably Chu is not wrong. Moreover, your husband does not know your situation yet, otherwise he would definitely find a way to save you now, instead of hiding here. ”

When the middle-aged Confucian priest heard this, he immediately trembled, turned upstairs and asked, "Xian Wu?"

The middle-aged Confucian was shocked by two points!

First, his wife, Huo Xianwu, was born in a certain five-star demon sect, because she followed him to the end of the world, and when she passed by a forbidden place, she was haunted by the curse of devouring spirits. Only the two of them know about this!

Chu Qinghuan, how did he know?

Second, the middle-aged Confucian was a fifth-grade pharmacist himself, and even he didn't sense that the Soul Devouring Curse had spread to Huo Xianwu's soul sea.

Chu Qinghuan, how did you know?!

Upstairs was silent.

"Since Madame refuses to say ......" Chu Qinghuan retracted his gaze, stared at the middle-aged Confucian scholar, and said, "Then, Your Excellency will prepare the funeral for your Madame in three days." ”

"This ......" The middle-aged Confucian man was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Now, I just want to ask, with me, am I qualified enough to talk to you about conditions!Am I qualified enough to talk to you!" Chu Qinghuan said.

"Xian Wu! what he said is true!" The middle-aged Confucian became manic after being shocked, and his whole eyes were red!

He shouted upstairs.

"Lang Jun, the concubine just doesn't want you to ......"

"Why!! why didn't you say it earlier!" the middle-aged Confucian scholar was furious, and said:

"We said that the two of us should be honest with each other! But you secretly hid it from me! You told me earlier, it's a big deal for me to go back, Master and his old man, there must be a way...... Now, there are only three days left, and it's too late......"

"Lang Jun, for the sake of your concubine, you do not hesitate to betray your master, if you go back, you will be punished by draining your soul and refining your soul, and you will never recover...... The concubine would rather die than die for you!" The voice upstairs was a little complaining.

Silent!

The middle-aged Confucian man held his head in his hands, squatted on the ground, and was weakly silent!

After a while, the middle-aged Confucian regained his composure.

He stood up, waved his sleeves, lifted the confinement of Jian Sanniang and Zijian, and hugged his fists towards Chu Qinghuan and said, "Let's go." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged Confucian walked up the stairs like a walking corpse.

One-step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

......

The middle-aged Confucian was originally extremely proud, and he was full of arrogance, but now he didn't even have a soul.

Upstairs, a woman in a plain skirt looks very dignified and generous, gentle and lovely.

She descended the stairs.

The two of them met in the middle of the stairs.

Embrace.

Time freezes.

"Let's go. Chu Qinghuan pulled Jian Sanniang and Zijian and left.

Jian Sanniang's cold face was a little moved, and she subconsciously asked, "Master Chu, how did you see that woman was haunted by the Soul Devouring Curse?, and how did you judge that she could only live for three days?!"

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Chu Qinghuan has not yet answered.

Shout!

The middle-aged Confucian was like a ghost, blocking Chu Qinghuan's way.

"You haven't even seen Slender Dance, how can you tell if she has a Soul Devouring Curse?!"

"And how do you tell she only has three days left?!"

The middle-aged Confucian had a solemn expression, and his eyes were bloodshot.

He's now a drowning man, like a madness grasping at a life-saving straw.

"Coincidentally, you're not qualified to ask me!" Chu Qinghuan smiled indifferently and pulled the two girls, wanting to get past the middle-aged Confucian scholar.