Zhao Zhijing looked in the direction of the tornado in the garden, and saw a man in Tsing Yi being blocked after the tornado.

When the tornado full of murderous intent was about to reach him, the man in Tsing Yi jumped and crossed the tornado.

"City Lord Zhao, this is your hospitality." The man in Tsing Yi smiled and walked towards Zhao Zhijing.

This man was dressed in green clothes and looked like a beautiful man, but his sickly white skin made him look a little oozing under the daylight.

"Who are you? How dare you break into the Zhao family's mansion? Zhao Zhijing snorted coldly and looked at the man in green clothes.

This person's breath was very weak, if it weren't for the faint ripples on the pond just now, Zhao Zhijing would not have been able to spot him at all.

Not only him, but the old man in the courtyard didn't notice him in the first place.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing frowned.

No, the ripples should have been deliberately exposed by the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi was now standing calmly in front of him, which made Zhao Zhijing's heart a little heavy.

In the face of the two Qi Transformation Cultivators, the man in Tsing Yi was able to be so calm.

The man in Tsing Yi casually looked around Wan Chunyuan: "Don't be nervous, I'm just here to visit City Lord Zhao, so I don't have to make such a big move." ”

"Visit?" Zhao Zhijing's tone was solemn.

"That's right, I'm here to visit City Lord Zhao." The man in Tsing Yi was calm and walked slowly in front of the two.

"Beauty, the sword doesn't have long eyes."

The man in Tsing Yi walked up to Luo Yi, spoke in a wanton tone, and tapped his finger on Luo Yi's blade.

Luo Yi frowned and stared at the man in Tsing Yi.

In the next second, Luo Yi felt a huge pressure on his hands.

"Oops!"

When Luo Yi realized it, the short sword in his hand had already been torn apart.

She looked down at her right hand holding the sword again, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Luo Yi, you step back first."

Zhao Zhijing said in a deep voice.

Luo Yi was in front of the man in Tsing Yi, and he only had to die.

Luo Yi covered his right hand and retreated, and there were only three people left in Wanchun Garden.

Zhao Zhijing and the man in Tsing Yi confronted each other in the garden.

Zhao Zhijing stared at the man in Tsing Yi, his face was gloomy and uncertain, and the man in Tsing Yi did have a relaxed face, as if he was the master of this Wanchun Garden, and slowly sat in the pavilion.

"City Lord Zhao, don't be too nervous, let's sit down and talk." The man in Tsing Yi is mainly anti-customer.

Zhao Zhijing sat down slowly: "You dare to break into the Zhao Mansion without permission, I really don't know how the dead word is written." ”

The man in Tsing Yi was not angry, but smiled slightly: "I came here like this for the sake of City Lord Zhao. ”

"Are you a member of the Demon Gate?" Zhao Zhijing frowned.

"City Lord Zhao is really smart." The man in Tsing Yi smiled, and he couldn't hear what he meant.

"Since we are from the Demon Gate, then we have nothing to talk about." Zhao Zhijing got up and snorted coldly.

"Elder Li, send off!"

As soon as Zhao Zhijing's words fell, the dead leaves in the garden were like life, trembling constantly, and then all of them floated horizontally in the air, and the tip of the leaf pointed at the man in green clothes, like a hidden weapon, full of killing intent.

"Why do you have to do this, City Lord Zhao?"

Killing intent came from all directions, but the man in Tsing Yi was not afraid at all, and he still had a playful smile on his face.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

In the next second, the dead leaves in the garden suddenly flew towards the man in Tsing Yi.

Dead leaves, like thousands of arrows on the battlefield, full of oppression.

The man in Tsing Yi sat firmly in the pavilion, not even meaning to move, and still had a smile on his face.

I saw that when the dead leaves flew to the man in Tsing Yi, they disappeared suddenly like raindrops falling into the water.

"Seven Layers of Transforming Qi, hehe."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered and got up to look at Zhao Zhijing.

"Look for death!"

Zhao Zhijing was furious, and in an instant, a huge coercion exploded around his body.

"Bang!"

A powerful air current swept through the entire Wanchun Garden, and those withered flowers were uprooted and flew all over the sky.

Zhao Zhijing's hair and clothes were flying in the air, the surface of his body showed strange golden lines, and his eyes were glowing red, like angry King Kong.

Zhao Zhijing turned out to be a physical cultivator!

Seeing Zhao Zhijing so terrifying, the man in Tsing Yi was still calm, looking like he was winning.

"You demon beast, don't you die soon!" Zhao Zhijing rushed forward angrily.

And the moment Zhao Zhijing made a move, the man in Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Huh?"

Zhao Zhijing, who lost his target, was stunned in place, and his right palm hung in the air to make an attack gesture.

The next moment, Zhao Zhijing felt a cool breeze behind him.

In the garden, there was a sudden noise.

Zhao Zhijing's pupils shrank suddenly, but it was too late, and the whole person froze in place.

On the back of his neck, he felt a hint of coldness.

Zhao Zhijing didn't look back and looked at the lake on the right.

The man in Tsing Yi had come behind him at some point, and his left hand was on his neck.

And beside the man in Tsing Yi, countless thorny thorny vines broke through the ground and lived the man from all sides.

Because the man in Tsing Yi was in control of Zhao Zhijing's life, those vines stopped in front of the man in Tsing Yi and did not dare to continue forward.

"Old Li, let's stop it first."

With his life in the hands of the man in Tsing Yi, Zhao Zhijing could only state his position first.

"Why bother, City Lord Zhao." The man's voice sounded again with a hint of contempt and a smile.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Zhao Zhijing asked coldly.

"Crossing the Red Lotus."

When the man in Tsing Yi said these four words, Zhao Zhijing's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

"What sin red lotus?"

"What does the secret treasure of your Demon Gate have to do with me, Zhao Zhijing?" Zhao Zhijing said angrily.

"Your daughter's illness was cured with karmic fire lotus seeds, right?" The man in Tsing Yi said unhurriedly.

"What karmic fire lotus seeds, my daughter's illness was cured by Pharmacist Wang, you ......"

Before Zhao Zhijing's words were finished, he felt a tearing pain in the back of his neck.

"Crossing the Sin Red Lotus, where is it?" The man in Tsing Yi still smiled, but his voice was mixed with a hint of coldness.

Zhao Zhijing swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "The Red Lotus of Crossing Guilt finally appeared in Zhou Haicheng, but I don't know where the thing is." ”

"As for my daughter's illness, it was given to me by a disciple of the Qingping Sect named Qi Shou."

"Qi Shou?" The man in Tsing Yi was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, Zhao Zhijing suddenly burst out, a burst of golden light flashed on him, and the face of the man in Tsing Yi instantly darkened.

The surrounding vines seemed to be inspired, and immediately attacked the man in Tsing Yi.

"Damn it!"

The man in Tsing Yi hurriedly withdrew his left hand, and with a wave in the air, several vines were cut off, and the man in Tsing Yi was able to escape.

"Old Li, don't let him run away!" Zhao Zhijing shouted loudly.

I saw that vines broke out of the ground from all corners of Wanchun Garden, each of which was dozens of meters long, gathering in one direction, instantly surrounding the sky above Wanchun Garden.

The man in Tsing Yi jumped up, and his left hand drew an arc in the air, turning into a scarlet blood blade, making a big hole in the sky surrounded by vines, and the man in Tsing Yi quickly jumped out.

The vines did not disappear after being cut, and seeing that the man had escaped, the vines quickly gathered again, and hundreds of vines twisted together and turned into a huge palm made of vines, frantically following the man in Tsing Yi.

The vines were fast, and in the blink of an eye, they caught up with the man in Tsing Yi.

The vine shook his big hand and held the man in Tsing Yi in the palm of his hand.

Then, a burst of blood mist emanated from the crack in the vine's big hand.

When he opened his hand again, the man in Tsing Yi had disappeared.

The vines quickly retracted, and Zhao Zhijing looked at the blood mist in the sky that had not yet dissipated.

"He's dead?"

Li Lao, who was sitting on the ground, did not speak, and a gust of wind blew, and a few dead leaves fell on the trees beside him.

Zhao Zhijing's face immediately sank.