Now.

The Zhao family's earl's palace.

In the main hall, the people were completely ignorant of what was happening in the outside world. On the contrary, there was laughter and laughter.

The person sitting at the top is none other than Zhao Qingtian!

He is the well-deserved master of this earl's house.

is also the old number one earl.

In Sin City, there are also earls who can be called famous and have some status.

And at this time.

The guests sitting on both sides of Zhao Qingtian are also extraordinary Zhao Ritian and Zhao Yuetian!

These two.

He is Zhao Qingtian's brother.

Thirty years ago, they came to Sin City, and the three brothers relied on an iron-blooded method to lay a world of their own in this Sin City. As a result, naturally, all three of them became counts. And with them as the center, among the three thousand six hundred counts, they occupy a considerable number of forces, reaching four or five hundred!

And in the main hall.

It's a person tied up with five flowers, and that's a wild cow.

"Get down on my knees!"

Now.

The two retainers, armed with long sticks, kept beating the brute's knees, trying to make him kneel in front of the three counts.

But.

How can a brute bull be arrogant, how can he give in to others?

His face was flushed, and he couldn't stop struggling.

But.

The rope that bound him did not mean to break at all, but tightened more and more!

"Hey, brute...... Don't struggle anymore. Zhao Qingtian sneered: "This bundle of immortal ropes is my treasure...... Even if it is Emperor Wu, he can be bound, let alone you. Boy, your brother Chen Han killed my son, and now, he is dead in the 100,000 mountains, I will take you to pay for my life and avenge my son!"

"Phew, old dog!"

The bull's eyes widened in anger.

He was straining like crazy.

But.

The rope of the immortal rope did not move at all, but it tightened more and more, and even strained deeply into his muscles. Blood continued to flow down the skin of the rope, flowing frantically.

However, the brute bull did not show the apex of pain.

"Old dog, my boss Ji has his own natural appearance, how can he die in the 100,000 mountains......"

"Haha!"

However.

As soon as Manniu's words fell, Zhao Ritian couldn't help but laugh wildly.

But see.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly walked towards the brute. His eyes slowly fell, and he fell on the dragon scale battle stick, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said excitedly: "This weapon is good...... I happen to be a cultivator who is good at using sticks, and this weapon is handed over to me!"

"Take it!" Zhao Qingtian waved his hand.

He and Zhao Yuetian are two.

One with a sword.

One person with a knife.

They don't need this stick at all.

"Hmph, shameless old dog, you actually want to take my weapon, even if it's for you, I'm afraid you won't use it!" "This is a stick that my boss made for me...... You shit, you don't deserve to touch it!"

Ha?

Zhao Ritian sneered, looked at the brute bull with an idiotic gaze, and shook his head.

Don't need it?

It's just a joke!

Brute Niu, a kid who only has the sixfold strength of the Martial Emperor Realm.

Zhao Ritian, Martial Venerable Realm Triple!

The difference in strength is so huge, such a disparity.

How is it possible that you can't use the weapons of the bull?

Come to think of it.

Zhao Ritian touched the dragon scale battle stick with disdain on his face, but at this moment, his face couldn't help but change suddenly. Because...... He found that he couldn't lift this dragon scale battle stick!

"What's wrong?"

Side.

Zhao Qingtian and Zhao Yuetian couldn't help but be stunned, and looked at Zhao Ritian, who was desperately trying to lift the dragon scale battle stick.

"Damn, I can't even lift this battle stick!" Zhao Ritian was a little dumbfounded.

Why?

As a powerhouse in the realm of Wuzun.

Their strength can be 500,000 catties. Not to mention an inconspicuous war stick, even if it is a mountain, they can easily lift it.

But nowadays.

Zhao Ritian actually used all the strength of his body, but he couldn't lift it.

"I'll try!" Zhao Qingtian was a little unconvinced, rolled up his sleeves, and quickly stepped forward. Picking up the dragon scale baton in both hands, he tried to pick it up.

But.

The dragon scale stick still doesn't move!

"Damn, no!" On the side, Zhao Yuetian was also a little annoyed.

Three dignified martial artists.

It is impossible to use the weapon of a martial emperor, and it must be extremely humiliating for this matter to be spread.

"That's right!" Zhao Ritian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said smartly: "Perhaps, this dragon scale battle stick is a little extraordinary, and it was recognized by the blood of the brute bull...... That's why we can't use it. Why don't you kill him quickly!"

said.

Zhao Ritian couldn't wait to pull out a sharp blade, wanting to stab the bull on the spot!

"Wait. Zhao Qingtian suddenly shouted, snatched the other party's sharp blade, and said slowly: "This kid killed my son, it's too easy for him to kill him with such a knife." I will cut him with a thousand knives and put him to death. ”

Let's talk about it.

Zhao Qingtian clapped his hands.

Smack!

A crisp voice suddenly sounded.

Immediately.

From the backyard, a retainer quickly ran in. But he saw that the minister was holding a tray in his hand. On top of the tray, wrapped in a red cloth, lay a silver knife no larger than the size of a thumb.

This blade is slender and slender, and it is very strange.

Zhao Qingtian smiled.

As soon as his right hand was around, the silver knife had already flown into his hand.

He looked at the two brothers on the left and right, and said with a slow smile: "This Ling Chi's technique is very important to kill the other party with one sword, although it is refreshing, but it is too cheap for the other party." The so-called Ling Chi, that is, a thousand cuts, at least ten thousand cuts on a person's body. With each knife, the cut meat must be as thin as a cicada's wings. If you cut too much, it's not enough for 10,000 cuts......"

Hiss......

Although it is a brother.

But.

Hearing Zhao Qingtian talk about Ling Chi like this, Zhao Ritian and Zhao Yuetian both shivered involuntarily, and their bodies trembled quietly.

Looking at the wild bull's gaze, he also became a little sympathetic.

But.

The brute bull still stood proudly there, without a trace of timidity in his eyes.

"If you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to kill!"

"If I scream, I'm not a brute!"

"Hmph, even if I'm dead, don't even try to touch this dragon scale stick...... This is my boss who built it for me, and with you alone, I don't even have the qualifications to use it!"

The brute bull stared straight at him.

There was a sneer.

"Hmph, when death is on the verge of death, you dare to be hard-mouthed. Today, I must cut 10,000 knives on you!" Zhao Qingtian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted sharply.

But see.

He held a silver knife in his hand and slashed at the bull's chest.

Right now.

A wild murderous aura has already hit madly from afar.