One did not do two endlessly, and that night, under the leadership of Chick Jiao, Ximen Jing successively pulled out all the strongholds of Dixian Sect and completely removed this Xuanmen sect. However, no trace of the culprit Xiaocheng was found.

The battle has gained a lot, and the actual combat experience has increased a lot. The newly realized tornado slash is also gradually maturing, and it can play a decisive role in the decisive battle with Luo Siqiang.

The biggest harvest is the looted all kinds of property, the recently poor and scared Ximen Jing, is simply a heron on the leg of the fine meat, mosquito belly scraping grease, in addition to antique calligraphy and painting, gold and silver banknotes, even people's watches, necklaces, rings, high-end lighters are looted, piled on the floor of the warehouse a large pile.

Wu Cong, who had not healed from his injuries, limped over with a cane, looking at this pile of things, his eyes almost fell off, and he stammered: "You, you went to rob?"

Ximen Jing said with a face full of grievances: "Brother Wu, are we that kind of people, who doesn't know that this big official is a young man with ideals, morality, culture, and taste, I went to the door, knew it with reason, moved it with affection, and persuaded them to put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, and finally influenced this group of people. ”

I don't believe this set of nonsense when I kill Wu Cong, but it's not convenient to expose it, anyway, we just don't suffer a loss.

The sky was already bright, and Ximen Jing called Lao Huang and Lao Xia and asked them to deal with these things and use them as the company's start-up capital.

Xia Zheteng carried a gold necklace and asked, "Ximen, you robbed the gold shop?"

Huang Di picked up a clear pastel eighteen and looked at the plate and said, "No, it looks like an antique shop!"

Ximen Jing glared and said, "Don't talk nonsense, these are all on the right road!"

No one believed this, just now they found a lot of blood stains on things, Huang Di Xia Zheteng glanced at each other, and the meaning in his eyes was clear, let's not ask where it came from, just wipe your ass clean.

Huang Di usually pays a lot of attention to these things, and Xia Zheteng is from a financial background, and the two of them will roughly estimate a price.

"More than 1,800 grams of gold, watches and the like can only be counted according to old goods, these estimates have a million heads, as for those antiques, it's hard to say, the antique chaotic gold of the prosperous era is priceless, it depends on whether you can meet the buyer, the price of the thing is urgent, the price must be at a loss, I have a few acquaintances who are doing this business, go back and take a photo for them to help out!"

With more than one million, at least the company can operate in the early stage, and those antiques can be sold slowly, Ximen Jing made a look at it and said: "I have a set of lists, and when the funds are in hand, you two will visit the people on the list one by one, these are more promising but not yet famous artists, I have already greeted them before, you just need to sign the agreement." ”

Ximen Jing took out and asked Shen Boran to help get the cooperation agreement and handed it to the two of them. This is a bit like the overlord agreement, mainly to bind the other party not to sell the work privately, and must cooperate with the promotional packaging of Zhongtian Company within a certain period of time, and Zhongtian's obligation is to help promote its works, bear the basic living expenses every month and purchase its works at a low price, and do not assume other responsibilities.

Of course, this kind of agreement must be scoffed at for famous artists, but for those unfamous artists who are struggling to make ends meet, it is tantamount to a livelihood guarantee.

That night, in the warehouse where everyone worked together to clean up, Ximenjing took out a drawing board, on which was a red paint made of bloodstains scraped on the walls of Wang Xiaogang's house.

The Ximen officials took out the strength to chase Xia Xueting back then, splashed ink with a pen, indulged in crazy books, and after a while, the four big words I will kill you appeared on the snow-white wall.

There is a little taste, the pen is like a knife, a little bit is like a peach, and the four big characters are publicized and domineering, because Ximen Jing integrates the resentment of all the enemies in his heart into the penmanship.

After writing, Ximen Jing admired his calligraphy for a moment, and said proudly: "It's just chasing King Zhong, don't let Yan Liu, Su Huang Mi Cai also have to step aside, the calligraphy of this big official can be called a must in the sea, is it Brother Wu!"

Wu Cong, who was holding two sticks, said: "I don't know whether the calligraphy is good or bad, but it is sure that it is much better than what Wang Xiaogang wrote, but what about the illusory array for Mao?"

Ximen Jing's face turned red, he did completely restore the formation according to the layout at that time, but there was no evil spirit at all, which made people puzzled, could it be that a special secret method was needed to shoot it?

Regarding Wang Xiaogang's origin, Ximen Jing also guessed that this guy must be a descendant of witchcraft. The magic circle can't be triggered, maybe it is wrong with my understanding of witchcraft.

After pondering for a long time, Ximen Jing thought of a way to transfer flowers and trees, absorbed a large amount of spiritual energy, and instilled it according to the layout of the magic circle.

Ximen Jing himself hadn't noticed anything yet, and suddenly saw Wu Cong beside him shouting: "Come, come, what should Ximen do!"

Looking back, Wu Cong's face was red, his face was red and his ears were red, beads of sweat were rolling down his face, his arm muscles were bruised, and his hands holding the sticks were rattling, as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Simon, what should I do?" Wu Cong was short of breath and kept calling in his mouth.

Ximen Jing just wanted to ask what you saw, and suddenly, the whole indoor scene changed, and the four big characters on the wall became countless handwriting all over the four walls, and when you looked up, even the roof was covered over. It seems to be a repeat of the battle in Wang Xiaogang's house, countless blood bubbles bubble up and burst, plasma flows to the ground, converging into a river of blood, and the surging blood waves are like a tide.

Wu Cong is not a spiritual warrior, and his resistance to the phantom array is much worse, so he received the impact first, Ximen Jing was afraid that he would be injured again, so he hurriedly hit a spirit seal to seal his five senses, and sent him out of the warehouse, telling him to go back to his room to recuperate and rest, don't worry about it here.

What was surging around was not an evil qi, but an aura arranged according to a special law, and in a moment, countless blood-colored human figures emerged from the ground, walls, and ceilings, and attacked Ximen Jing in rows.

Ximen Jing knew in his heart that all this was just an illusion, and as long as the senses of sight, smell, and touch were closed, he could be self-defeating. But this fantasy is exactly what he wants, and he needs to fight countless enemies of equal strength to improve his melee skills in a short time.

In the warehouse, suddenly the sword light was vertical and horizontal, the aura was agitated, and Ximen Jing pounced on it to fight with those bloody people. Twenty minutes later, Ximen Jing, who was sweating like rain, dragged his tired body back to the room.

Another wall calendar was torn off from the wall, and there were only nineteen days left until the time of the war!