Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I'm ready." My brother said he had to tell you his name, or you wouldn't do your best in the fight. He said that you can't beat him, and he doesn't bother to fight you, and he has already left you behind for 108,000 miles. ”

He laughed harmlessly: "So Brother An Zheng asked me to come, he said that you and I are barely fighting, and you can practice for me." ”

Reclining Buddha's face turned white when he heard this, and it was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, and now a random person appeared and despised him so much, which made his self-esteem as a man completely hurt.

But he's a reclining Buddha, he's not an impulsive hairy boy. Even if he was thoroughly enraged, he still wouldn't do it himself.

"Kill him. ”

Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior II: "Our position has been exposed, and none of us will be able to leave if we don't kill this guy." ”

The second warrior snorted, although he had the awakening of his own thoughts, but his wisdom was still worse than that of the Reclining Buddha, otherwise he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha in a few words before. His ideological awakening was far worse than that of Nie Qing, who had completely escaped the control of the fighters, and he had just had this thought.

The iron drill in the fighter's second-hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart straightly, Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid, and watched the iron drill pierce into his heart. But...... The iron drill came out of his body, but he looked as if nothing had happened. A small hole appeared in his chest, and the iron drill passed through it, and there was not a trace of blood on the small hole.

"I forgot to tell you. ”

The corners of Ye Qidao's mouth rose slightly.

"My name is Ye Qidao, why is it called Qidao? It's because I'm not in the Six Realms, and you are all people in the Six Realms. But all the power within the six realms ...... me Pointless. ”

He picked up the pen and quickly swept it in the notebook, and I don't know where the ink came from on the brush, and after sweeping it, the ink on the notebook was like spilled water. The thick part of the brush is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed.

"I still don't have the talent to draw. ”

He pointed to the notebook and explained: "I want to draw the kind of scene where ten thousand swords fly together, can you see it?"

He also held up the notebook and showed it to Warrior II, and his serious face didn't look like a joke at all. And he really wasn't joking, he was really asking Fighter II how he drew it. However, he really didn't draw well.

The second fighter didn't think that he was seriously asking how he had drawn, a ball of golden light erupted in his palm, and his sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.

"It's not going to work. ”

Ye Qidao's face was sincere, and he knocked on the iron drill with his hand: "This kind of thing is okay, the materialized thing, whether it is metal or wood or something else, as long as it is a real thing, it is better, at least it can touch me...... Your cultivation power is useless. ”

That power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent that power was, it seemed to have no meaning to Ye Qidao's body at all, and the power that exploded out blasted into the distance from behind Ye Qidao, and the courtyard gate and wall behind Ye Qidao were shocked into powder in an instant.

"It's me. ”

Ye Qidao's fingers wiped the place he had drawn in the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter II.

"Go. ”

With a soft click, the ink on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords and shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was so close, not even half a meter. At this distance, even if the second fighter reacts enough, there is no way to dodge.

Thousands of black flying swords hit Warrior II's chest, and dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then endlessly. The endless rain of swords knocked Warrior Two's body backwards, and he couldn't control his body at all. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cutting down one sword after another, and when the person flew out three meters, the upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.

It's as if the second person in the world never existed at all, and the horror is that there is not a trace of blood at the scene, and there are no fragments of corpses, nothing.

After the explosion of the flying sword, the person is gone.

Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink disappeared.

Without the slightest surprise, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran. He reached out and tore through the space and rushed in, the thing he was best at. In the Daxi era, there were few people who were stronger than him in the perception of space power. And part of An Zheng's mastery of space power comes from his battle with the reclining Buddha.

The reclining Buddha turned around and ran, never dragging mud and water. Even if he was mad, even if he wanted to tear this harmless little bastard to pieces now, he could still perfectly restrain his feelings, and would never fight uselessly when he needed to escape.

The moment he turned to tear through the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.

"You really still have to run, I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong. ”

Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush quickly drew it, and a straight ink blot appeared on the notebook, and the ink disappeared before it was drawn. At the same time as the reclining Buddha tore open the space, the disappearing ink mark appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, jamming the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he hit his head on the ink mark, and when he banged, his head hit the iron door and was bounced back, and a big bag instantly rose on the head door.

"What the fuck is this!"

The reclining Buddha couldn't help but scold.

Ye Qidao scratched his hair embarrassedly: "Wood...... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"

"Why the fuck aren't you going to die!"

The reclining Buddha got up and rushed out to the other side, pulling his hands out as he rushed, and a spatial crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it, and he put his head on it, and the spider web was more elastic, and directly smashed his body backwards and smashed it to the ground, yes...... It's not a fall, it's a lighter fall, it's a smash.

His head bounced back against the cobweb, and his head slammed into the ground, shattering a piece of the solid bluestone floor.

"It's more like this time. ”

Ye Qidao laughed, and the beautiful little tiger teeth made people feel that he was so simple.

But in the eyes of the Reclining Buddha, this little bastard is already hateful to a certain extent, even more hateful than the fucking beast named An Zheng.

"I drew a net. ”

As soon as Ye Qidao stretched out his hand and pulled it back, the spider web that sealed the spatial crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened in an instant. Although this net painting is messy, it is really sturdy. No matter how much you struggle after being trapped in the cultivation realm of the reclining Buddha, the more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, and then one by one the nets are strangled into the flesh.

Then the previous thing called a wooden stick by Ye Qidao flew over and hit the reclining Buddha's ass one by one.

The muffled sound, one by one, was extremely humiliating.

"Can you fucking stop spanking me, this is a battle between cultivators, can you not insult me like this!"

"Oh, no spanking. ”

Ye Qidao beckoned, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the back of the reclining Buddha's head one by one. If the sound of spanking on the ass before was puff puff...... Then dry on the back of the head is dangdangdang......

This time, the back of the smashed head was soon a big bag.

"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said it's useful to keep you, you know secrets that others don't know. Like what...... Where is Chen Wunuo now?"

Xiao Qidao drew it again in the notebook, this time the pen was very careful, it seemed that the line was deliberately drawn very thin, but he really didn't hold the pen lightly, although the line was much thinner than the wooden stick, but it was still as thick as a thumb.

"Make do with it. ”

He stretched out his finger, and the ink line about a foot thick with his thumb flew out and stabbed him in the buttocks.

"Ahh

Reclining Buddha wailed in pain: "What the fuck is it again!"

"Needle. ”

Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavier." Brother An Zheng said, if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me, there is a debtor who is wronged......"

"Fuck you, uncle!"

"The two of us are not the same uncle. ”

Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed down in mid-air: "You don't say it, you don't say it, you don't say it......

The so-called needle with the thickness of the thumb was pierced on the buttocks of the reclining Buddha, and it was impossible for the fingers to maintain the same trajectory perfectly when they moved up and down, so of course the needle was not in the same position when it fell, and if it was pricked in one place, it might have been punctured a long time ago.

Burst!

It seems to have been stuck in something that shouldn't have been plunged.

Ye Qidao paused for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng handed me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn it." You also know that Brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Law Division, and many of the punishments of the Ming Law Division were invented and created by him. But I was stupid, he taught me for a while and I didn't learn, so he said then use a needle. ”

Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Ah...... Oh! ah...... Oooh...... Ahh

I don't know why, since the needle pierced the place where it shouldn't be pierced for the first time, Xiao Qidao's fingers in the back moved up and down with a perfect trajectory, without the slightest deviation.......

"I ...... Kill...... You ......"

The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, and it looked like the whole person was not good.

"Say it. ”

Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired." ”

Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will dismantle you and An Zheng......"

At that moment, someone walked in on the shattered masonry, and the sound of the soles of their shoes on the rubble was harsh. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, about the thickness of a fist.

"Come on, your needle is too thin. ”

An Zheng walked over with a wooden stick, poked it to the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.

"It's better to be direct, let you torture to extract a confession, not let you have fun. ”

An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled up the wooden stick: "What'......s uncomfortable? Cure all diseases. ”