Where am I......

Not...... I remembered that I was fighting a duel with the "No. 1 Silver Monk in the World" on the top of the snowy mountain! The flower monk couldn't beat me, and he had to forcibly perform the lion's roar when the meridians exploded, causing an avalanche and burying Lao Tzu in the ice and snow!

I don't know how long Lao Tzu has been buried under the snow, it seems that he just slept for a while, and it seems that thousands of years have passed......

Tang Jue's consciousness became clearer and clearer, and at the same time, he felt that his body was very tired and weak. The evil ice and snow exhausted his physical strength, and he didn't even let go of his true qi.

As his consciousness recovered, the bit of true qi hidden in the dantian like a residual fire began to circulate in his body, the flow of true qi was very slow, but it was very effective, and Tang Jue felt that his strength was rapidly recovering.

The eyelids were very heavy, and Tang Jue wanted to open his eyes, but he was a little unable to do so.

But his hearing had been restored, and the sounds around him that had been around him from the beginning like mosquito chirping gradually became louder, and it turned out that someone was talking.

Their language was completely incomprehensible at first. But after listening to it a lot, I gradually understood some simple words that appeared more frequently: "knife" and "scissor......

These kinds of words were very sensitive to Tang Jue, just like a farmer hearing "planting rice" and a merchant hearing "silver".

As soon as his mind was concentrated, Tang Jue suddenly found that his condition was very bad!

It's just that the whole body is weak, it turns out that the whole body is **, and the leopard skin bag that has been carried with him like a part of the body has disappeared since he could walk, and the neck, wrists, and ankles are buckled by special belts.

Captured?

Tang Jue's heart tightened, but he didn't mess up.

Do you think it's okay to take away Lao Tzu's leopard skin bag with a hidden weapon, heh, it's too naïve.

There is no more flexible and flexible hand in the world than that of a Tang Sect disciple.

The Tang Sect has a unique discipline that specializes in cultivating hands, called [Pink Gold Broken Jade Hand]. When this peerless discipline is cultivated to the extreme, his hands are as soft as virgins, his fingers are slender and white, and his skin is crystal clear, as if carved from white jade.

Don't underestimate this pink gold and jade hand, the fairer and softer the hand, the more it is a weapon to kill.

There are only five people in the Tang Sect who have cultivated the pink gold and broken jade hands to the extreme, and Tang Jue is one of them. Tang Jue's hands were not only stronger than steel, but even his nails were as sharp as knives.

His fingers were bent in the direction of his arm at an angle that ordinary people would never imagine, and it was easy for his fingertips to touch the veins of his wrist, and every Tang Sect disciple could commit suicide by cutting his wrists with his own fingernails.

At this time, Tang Jue's nails were lightly scratched on the special belt that bound his wrists, and even a cow could not break free from the belt, and the belt that was suddenly released bounced on the edge of the bed with a crisp sound.

Tang Jue was gathering momentum, and at this time, his hands were loose, and in the blink of an eye, he also cut the special belt that bound his neck and feet.

The few people in white coats beside the bed were originally preparing equipment, but when they hurriedly raised their heads when they heard the voice, Tang Jue had already pounced on them like a fierce tiger!

Rather meet the king of Yama, don't provoke Tang Menlang!

This is the consensus of the whole Jianghu.

Don't mess with you!

This is the consensus of the entire Tang Sect!

Tang Jue was originally a side lineage, and in the Tang Sect, only descendants are qualified to have a three-character name. The general manager of each of the six major rooms of the Tang Gate is served by the descendants of the descendants, but a side child of Tang Jue can serve as the chief manager of the [inner three rooms], and Tang Jue's domineering and strong can be imagined.

Tang Jue was like an agile and ferocious cheetah, and with a "woo" with the power of thunder, he pounced in front of the instrument table, and several researchers in white coats only saw the white jade-like finger shadow in front of them, and the crisp sound of "click" from the eardrums, and they instantly lost consciousness.

The crisp sound was the sound of their neck bones being crushed.

Don't even know martial arts?

Tang Jue killed three people in a row in one go, and this question was in his heart. But looking at the various knives on the instrument table, the murderous aura on his body became a little stronger.

The last remaining researcher in a white coat turned pale with fright, he didn't expect that this ancient, who was supposed to be sliced and studied under him, would suddenly wake up and burst out to kill people!

Within the time that several of his colleagues were killed, he had already rushed to a glass wall and reached for the glass door, only to find that it had been locked.

Behind the glass door is a surveillance room, where a fat man in a white lab coat wearing gold-rimmed glasses is indifferently watching the killing outside. The age of this white coat is not young, the silver threads on his head are meticulously combed to the back of his head, he was not moved and frightened by the killing outside, but stared at Tang Jue with interest, as if he had found a treasure of the world.

"Director, Director, open the door—" The white-coated researcher slapped the glass door in horror, but the glass door was like a cold barrier, separating the two rooms into two worlds.

The researcher in the white coat kicked the glass door desperately, but there was not a single crack left, and this special tempered glass door could not be pierced even by a pistol.

The director stretched out a short, thick finger and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, and pointed behind him with a smile at his subordinates.

The researcher was startled, and hurriedly turned around, just in time to see Tang Jue's delicate and cold face.

"Ah......h

Tang didn't kill him, but just stretched out a delicate finger and put it on his Adam's apple, and asked in a cold voice, "Where is Lao Tzu's thing?"

Although Tang Jue had a hard time listening to these people, it was much easier for the researcher to listen to him, and his heart palpitated at Tang Jue's ruthlessness, and he trembled and pointed to a vacuum storage cabinet against the door.

"Go and get it to me!" Tang Jue ordered, their Tang family is the ancestor of hidden weapons, machines, and mechanisms, and they instinctively have a high vigilance against unfamiliar environments.

"Yes, yes......" The researcher was afraid that he would anger the murderous demon in front of him, and that slender and delicate finger that made the girl envious and jealous took the lives of three colleagues in the blink of an eye, it was really terrible!

Hearing Tang Jue speak, the director's eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses were filled with crazy joy: "He is talking about the Bashu language family of ancient Chinese in the last era, so that combined with his clothes, it can basically be judged that he is a Bashu person of the Ming Dynasty at least a thousand years ago." And it's a living one, hum hum ...... He's mine, it's mine!"