As a cultivator on the fourth layer of the King Realm, the ears of the Blood Drinker Dao people are quite sensitive.

Although he was still outside the Chaotian Hall just now, all the conversations between Jiang Tianba and Tang Zuo were in his ears.

The Blood Drinker believed Wei Gao and Wang Tianbo's words, and now he came with great momentum, just to take revenge.

"Drink blood, I let you run away with your tail between your legs earlier, you don't cherish this opportunity, and you actually came here to die again, you are really stupid!"

Tang Zuo looked at the Blood Drinker and said lightly.

The blood-drinking Daoist walked to a stop five meters in front of Tang Zuo's body, bared his teeth and said, "Tang Zuo, you don't scare Lao Tzu here, what is your situation, Wei Gao has already told me everything!"

"Which Wei Gao?"

Tang Zuo frowned and asked.

"I'm Wei Gao!".

Wei Gao took two steps forward and said.

Tang Zuo looked at Wei Gao and asked, "What did you say about drinking blood?"

"I'm not the fourth layer of the royal realm. 5th floor. The truth of the sixth layer has been told to the Great Elder!"

Wei Gao quickly replied.

"Tang Zuo, you said this matter personally, you are not Wang Jingsi. Five. Sixth-layer cultivator, Wei Gao is not wrong, right?"

The blood-drinking Daoist stared at Tang Zuo.

Tang Zuo smiled faintly and said, "Yes, that's right, is there any problem?"

"Tang Zuo cub, I am a cultivator of the fourth layer of the King Realm, what do you say is the problem?"

The Blood Drinker said in a loud voice.

Tang Zuo smiled faintly and said, "You are just a defeated general under me, no matter what level of cultivator you are, I think there is no problem!"

"Tang Zuo cub, you are a sneak attack, so you will hurt the Great Elder, in the final analysis, your behavior is a victory, it is really shameless, you still have the face to show off here!"

Wang Tianbo looked at Tang Zuo and said sharply.

"Drink blood, do you believe this guy?"

Tang Zuo looked at the Blood Drinker and asked, he also pointed at Wang Tianbo.

"Hmph, Tianbo is seeking truth from facts, what is your situation Tang Zuo, now we have a clear situation, if you know each other, you should now kneel on the ground and kowtow to me and beg for mercy and cut off your right hand, so that you can die a little more comfortably!"

The Blood Drinker said coldly, and he crooked his mouth twice.

"You're my defeated man, and you made me kowtow to you and beg for mercy, are you sure you really have nothing wrong with your brain?"

Tang Zuo was stunned and said.

"There must be no problem with my brain, the problem is that you are a cub, a cultivator of the fourth layer of Lao Tzu's dignified king realm, you dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu, you are simply asking for your own death!"

The Blood-Drinker roared.

"If you want to say that, I can't help it, don't you think you're very stubborn, then you can do it, and soon I'll let you understand, which of us has a problem with our brain?"

Tang Zuo looked at the Blood Drinker and shook his head and said, then hooked his fingers again.

"Tang Zuo cub, you are less rampant, Lao Tzu will let you kneel on the ground!"

The Blood-Drinker roared.

Just as he was about to walk towards Tang Zuo, his eldest apprentice Wu Guang opened his mouth and said, "Master, your right hand is injured, be careful!"

The Blood Drinker glanced at Wu Guang and said, "I am a cultivator of the fourth layer of the King Realm, even if I only use my left hand, I only need one move to make Tang Zuo Cub kneel directly on the ground!"

As he spoke, the Blood Drinker raised his left hand.

Swish!

Then, like an arrow, the Blood Drinker shot directly at Tang Zuo.

"Hey, did you say that the Great Elder could really make Tang Zuo kneel on the ground with one move?"

"According to what Tang Zuo himself said, he is at most a cultivator of the third layer of the King Realm, if this is the case, it is normal for the Great Elder to make Tang Zuo kneel on the ground with one move!"

Seeing the blood-drinking Daoist shooting towards Tang Zuo, the main hall suddenly resounded with a lot of discussions.

"God, Tianba, this is a bad thing, Tang Zuo is estimated to be crushed to the ground by drinking blood soon!"

The Ghost Daoist pulled Jiang Tianba at this time and said excitedly.

Jiang Tianba's throat agitated, and his face was very ugly.

What can I do about this, he fell into Tang Zuo's itchy ecstasy, if Tang Zuo really died in the hands of the blood-drinking Daoist, then wouldn't he also have to bury Tang Zuo?

Jiang Tianba's heart was very uneasy, and at this moment he was racking his brains thinking, how should he help Tang Zuo now?

"Ah...... You, how did you catch my hand?"

This was the surprised voice of the blood-drinker.

Just now, he pounced on Tang Zuo's body a meter in front of him, and pinched Tang Zuo's neck directly with his left hand.

From the time the blood-drinking daoist walked into the main hall until now, Tang Zuo had been sitting on the chair and didn't move, after the blood-drinking daoist's left hand grabbed him, Tang Zuo's left hand casually stretched out, and grabbed the four fingers of the blood-drinker's left hand except for the thumb.

This sudden situation directly startled the blood-drinking Dao people.

"Are you blind?"

Tang Zuo looked at the Blood Drinker and asked with a smile.

The blood-drinking Daoist was stunned for a moment and exclaimed, "You, what do you mean?"

"I took your hand with my hand, can't you see it?"

Tang Zuo smiled again.

"You, you let go of my hand!"

The blood-drinking Taoist shouted calmly.

He tried hard to pull out his hand, but found that Tang Zuo's hand was like an iron hoop.

Because Tang Zuo pushed his hand back, the Blood Drinker didn't dare to push too hard when he pulled his hand, so now he was staring at Tang Zuo.

"Let go of your hands, yes!"

Tang Zuo smiled and said.

"Shhhhhh

Hearing Tang Zuo's words, the Blood Drinker subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Click!

But soon, the hairs on the whole body of the Blood Drinker stood up in an instant, because Tang Zuo directly skimmed four fingers for him before letting go of his hand.

The explosive pain, like a tide, surged from the left hand of the Blood-Drinker, and then quickly spread to his brain, which made his mouth crooked and tears rushed out directly.