"Do you recognize that?" Shui Xie was already ready to be found when he drew the Celestial Platinum Whip.

At this time, a mysterious smile appeared between the eyebrows of the water pavilion, neither affirming Uncle Geng's words, nor denying it, since there is such a good backer as the Grassland Holy Mountain, why not take advantage of it?

Wang Weidong, who was behind him, heard this, and almost slapped his butt on the ground, "I never knew that this guy of you was actually from the Grassland Holy Mountain?

Shui Xie smiled slightly, giving Wang Weidong an unfathomable expression.

"I didn't expect the Heavenly Long Whip, the treasure of the Earthquake Sect of the Grassland Holy Mountain, to be in your hands!" The muscles on Uncle Geng's face trembled violently, and his voice was full of disbelief: "Presumably, the mysterious saintess of the Holy Mountain has already come to Tianjing!"

As soon as the internal force of the water pavilion was retracted, the long whip suddenly lay softly in the grass like a long snake.

At this time, no one noticed that there was an imperceptible glint in Shui Xie's eyes.

Standing with his hands in his hands, Shui Xie sneered again and again, his face was full of mockery, and said, "The whereabouts of the Holy Maiden are highly confidential in this sect, how can I tell you?"

Shui Xie knew in his heart that the Platinum Whip had always been in the hands of the Holy Maiden of the Holy Mountain, and it was indeed difficult to explain that it appeared in his hands at this time. Taking advantage of Wang Weidong's cover just now, Shui Xie had already quietly laid a back hand, fortunately the old man did not show any suspicion, otherwise he would definitely take the lead.

Now that he has exposed the Platinum Whip, he must leave this person behind.

When it was discovered that Wan Ming was an undercover agent of the Grassland Sacred Mountain in Wanfu before, Shui Xie had already determined that there was some kind of collusion between the Sacred Mountain and the Xu family, so at this time, he was not very sure about the person who came out of the Grassland Sacred Mountain.

"The Holy Maiden has already left the mountain, is the Holy Mountain finally going to take action?" Uncle Geng had regained his composure, and the look of surprise on his face disappeared, and he asked coldly.

"How can I tell you this, and who are you to know?" said Shui Xie smiled again, not making any meaningful answer.

Uncle Geng's face flushed, and his teeth itched with hatred, he understood that he was indeed not qualified to know the whereabouts of the Holy Maiden. But this guy in front of him is really too deceitful, not only is he hated by the eldest young master, but he is also very strict, the other party has the Platinum Whip of the Sky, it seems that he is really a person from the Grassland Holy Mountain, and his status is not low, so it seems that this matter is really a little tricky.

Gritting his teeth, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in Uncle Geng's cloudy eyes: "What about the Grassland Holy Mountain? Even if I kill you at this time, I'm afraid no one will know!"

Uncle Geng sneered twice, the internal energy in his palm began to condense, and he slowly took a step.

Seeing this, Shui Xue's face sank like water, and he said coldly: "Old man, you want to kill me, don't you want to know why our holy mountain sent me to do something against the Xu family?"

"Hehe, now I don't need to know. Uncle Geng's footsteps still didn't stop, and he slowly forced towards the water pavilion.

"Damn old fellow!" Shui Xie cursed secretly in his heart, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Uncle Geng's footsteps, and he didn't dare to be careless in the face of a strong man who stepped into the threshold of the Martial King.

"Keep walking, keep walking, don't stop. Shui Xie muttered inexplicably in his heart, his expression extremely solemn.

"What, can't you find death?" Seeing that Shuixie still had no intention of retreating, Uncle Geng sneered, and his momentum suddenly skyrocketed, and the iron fan was across his chest, and he was about to swing it out!

"Okay, this is the time!" Shui Xie shouted, his wrist flicked, and a white light suddenly shot out of the grass, and pounced on Uncle Geng with a fierce wind.

"I've seen you ambush the Heavenly Whip here, don't you think I'll be afraid of such a move?" Uncle Geng's iron fan slammed into the Heavenly Whip, and the sound of gold and iron suddenly rang loudly, and it was extremely piercing.

"Hehe, such a little skill of carving insects...... What!" After the iron fan in his hand collided with the long whip in his hand, Uncle Geng's complexion changed sharply!

Although the whip was easily blocked by it, from the tip of its whip a bead wrapped in white mangs was thrown out and shot towards him!

Uncle Geng's heart felt a feeling of extreme danger, his mouth and nose had already smelled a strong bloody breath, and it was too late to retract the iron fan to block, so in desperation, he waved his palm out and faced the strange bead.

"Poof!" There was a soft sound, and the white glittering beads easily penetrated Uncle Geng's dry palm, as if it was not blocked by anything, and it didn't even stop for a moment, so it strangely sank into Uncle Geng's chest and disappeared.

As the beads disappeared, something even stranger happened. Uncle Geng's eyes were wide open, his gaze was glazed, and his already short and thin body was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a lifeless dead tree.

At the same time as his flesh dried up, a large amount of mist rose from Uncle Geng's body, evaporated in the air, and disappeared in an instant.

Shui Xie and Wang Weidong both widened their eyes at this time, looking at all this in front of them, a cold breath rose in their hearts, and cold sweat appeared on their backs.

After all, the two of them are still relatively young and have little knowledge, this method of killing people is too weird and unheard of, and when they see it, they are naturally shocked.

Uncle Geng stood like this, his face was withered, his body was dry, and his eyes were even more protruding, just like a dry corpse that had been weathered for many years, terrifying to the point that people did not dare to face it.

"Damn, it's speechless. Wang Weidong finally recovered from the shock and sighed.

Shui Xie also took a shocked face, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped forward, avoiding Uncle Geng's terrifying eyes, and his fingers lightly touched his body.

At the touch of a button, Shui Xie was shocked, and his fingers quickly pulled back, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Uncle Geng's body is like a dead wood that has been drained of water, dry and hard, without any elasticity and temperature, as if it is not a human body at all.

"I didn't expect the power of this blood bead to be terrifying. Shui Xie calmed down his shocked mood, stretched out his palm, and with a slight move, the blood bead that disappeared in Uncle Geng's chest reappeared, wrapped in white mangs, and flew back to Shui Xue's side in a turn.

Shui Xie saw the powerful power of the blood bead just now, and when he saw his return from killing, he didn't dare to slack off in his heart, and hurriedly opened his shirt, as if he had taken a hot potato, such caution made Wang Weidong start to laugh.

In fact, after discovering that this old guy under Xu Zilong was a strong martial king, Shui Xie was not only not afraid at all, but was very excited and eager to try, and now he urgently needed a battle to improve his cultivation and break through Wuzun. Besides, he really wanted to know what kind of strength the martial king master who was close to the peak of the martial arts had.

Although he had met a clawed warrior ninja before, although the water pavilion used the forbidden killing move of water and fire to seriously injure him, he didn't directly fight with it, so he couldn't feel how powerful the martial king was. After all, the Water Pavilion with the Super Demon Beast Lin Fire would not be afraid of any human powerhouse under any Martial Saint.

This time, I realized that the strength possessed by the Martial King was really not something that a mere martial artist could compete with. Fortunately, he didn't hold it up before, and Shui Xie wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and said that he was lucky.

PS: I found that I can increase the font size when reading a book vertically and horizontally, sweat 。。。。。。