Zizhu Peak

"If the boss is really difficult to deal with, I will let the rat master do all their family, why bother so much?" Han Xiu's bitter gourd face was extremely gloomy, and the flickering fierce light revealed the impatience in his heart.

"Are you waiting for me to come back to confirm my attitude towards this matter? Your Han family is already special, do you want to provoke someone with a heart to join forces to destroy you?"

Duan De, who was lying down, looked at the cyan sky and slowly spoke.

"How is it possible? I can erase him alone! It's not a family affair at all!"

"Yes, Heng Dongnan can also think the same way, but do I really just attack him? Without Heng Xiang and Qing Hengzi's protection, you let him do the same thing, do you think he has the courage to do this?"

"I! I don't care so much! If you don't do it, I'll do it myself! When the sky falls, there is a tall man on top! Besides, whoever wants to destroy my Han family will have to pay the price!"

The Han family was originally inherited by one of the founding fathers of the Tiande Sect, and was in charge of the dark actions of the Tiande Sect, including the internal! The vast majority of the people of the Tiande Sect almost did not know that there was their family, and Duan De was also told to him by the old Tao.

The Han family is not in the Tiande Sect, I am afraid that few people know where it is, and it is not clear about the strength of their family, the Han family has its own power and status in the dark world.

"Go, you can, leave some clothes, well, draw the style of the coffin you want here, and when the time comes, I will personally converge and build the coffin for you!" Duan De's lying hand touched for a while, took out a pen and paper and pressed it aside.

Turning his face to stare at Han Xiu, who was depressed, he said, "Is it Xiaoyu who dealt with my employer?"

Han Xian hesitated, and suddenly heard Duan De ask about Gongsun Yu, his face was a little unnatural, and his eyes dodged: "I don't know, what to deal with employers?"

Duan De bent his legs and turned over, supporting his head with his hands, staring at Han Xiu with burning eyes: "Is there anything you can't say to me? Your Han family's secrets? Or does Xiaoyu mean it herself?"

"Also, where is she now? Did she sneak into the Danding Dao Sect to do stupid things?"

There are only two alchemists and Jiang Li left who are still there, and Duan Dechai can guess that it is them, and they have been haunted and want to die by themselves.

"No, I don't even know where Xiaoyu went, boss, don't speculate, okay?"

"I don't care what agreement there is between you, I just want that girl to be safe, and you know what she looks like when she comes, so I won't ask if she's safe, she can do whatever she wants, as long as she's happy!"

"There is one more thing, I have been restless recently, you yourself should pay attention not to have accidents, Hengdongnan's affairs are not in a hurry, just let me know that I will give her a period of peace of mind in the future. ”

Duan De was indeed a little upset, at first he thought it was caused by the matter of Xiuwei and Heng Dongnan, lying on the cliff for several days, always thinking about emptying himself and not thinking about anything, but even if he didn't think about anything, he was still inexplicably irritable.

After following Meng Huangyi for a while, he has learned divination and heavenly fortunes, this kind of thing must have something to happen, and people who are closely related to him are in difficulty!

His own life is very strange, Meng Huangyi and Meng Butong have tried to calculate him, but they all vomit blood, Shouyuan has fallen, and then the ancestors and grandchildren no longer dare to count Duan De.

Although I can find an apprentice now, it's useless, I really don't know anything about this aspect, I can't learn anything, this sense of crisis that is getting closer and closer is getting closer and closer, and Duan De, who can't help it, went to Qingming Peak.

"Oh, is there such a thing? I can't do anything about it, and I don't have the talent for it, if you don't ask your disciple?"

"It doesn't work, he can't count me. Duan De shook his head in disappointment.

"Then you're still worried about a fart? Sooner or later, destiny, understand? Even if you know it, it can't be avoided, just wait with peace of mind, if it's really as you say, then be ready to deal with it!"

Duan De, who was blasted out by the old way, thinks about it, I'm afraid that learning these Qihuang techniques will hinder his mind? Even if anyone really wants to have an accident, he has no way, just like his own few times, if something happens, it will be an accident, so what if his destiny is difficult to disobey?

After returning to the small building of Zizhu Peak, Duan De took out a large pile of paper and pen data, and began to study the formation, and the basic formation of the demon race obtained had not had time to be carefully figured out, this method was tried and tested, and as soon as he entered this state, he forgot everything outside.

"Boss!! Boss! Something's wrong!!"

Zhu Fatzi's fat body rolled into the purple bamboo building like a ball, the pen in Duan De's hand was 'snapped' and folded into two sections, and he turned his head to see the things in the fat man's hand, which was very familiar, one of his works was taken from the two sharp claws of the Jindan peak flying beast, the fat man's face was pale, his eyes were red, and he slowly handed it to Duan De.

"Don't you mean ordinary tasks?

"That's all left, only one of the seven people on the mission came back, seriously injured and unconscious, and I don't know what's going on!"

Duan De took the stump claw, only one claw tip remained, and what remained on it was a certain Dao rhyme, this thing was very hard, and Duan De had strengthened it with other metals.

The gloomy eyes stared at the ruined work, this was caused by the collision of the limit, not caused by sharp weapons, only when encountering Dao techniques that were far higher than those of cultivators, Dao techniques of cultivators of the same level were generally impossible to harm magic weapons.

"Hehe, normal mission? I remember you said that he was on a mission with a distraction monk, right? How could an ordinary mission cause such a total annihilation? Let's go and see what the only survivor will bring us when he wakes up!"

Putting away the stump claws, Duan De followed Zhu Fatzi and hurried to the outer sect.

There is a place in the outer sect that specially accepts the wounded disciples of this sect, called Yangxin Hall, which does not belong to the Hall of Manifestation of the Law, belongs to the logistics jurisdiction, this place is also a unified style of the townhouse hall, there is room for expansion inside, there are constantly monks in and out, many monks seem to be injured, as the fat man strides in, there is really a hole inside.

Entering is a corridor, one side is against the wall, and on the other side there are countless houses in a row, and there are forks on both sides, and the cuffs of the Tiande Sect monks here who belong to the treatment will have a pill mark, not the Dantang Those are Danding.

Room 744, the door is open, the space inside is not small, there are three beds, divided into three walls except the door, only one bed lies a female cultivator with a face of gold paper, the cloth covered by the body can not see the surging in the chest, the breath is extremely weak, an old man is holding her hand with a solemn face to probe the injury.

There is also a middle-aged man here, and a young man with a gloomy face is here, it is estimated that it is the relatives of this female cultivator, the arrival of the fat man and Duan De made the two turn their heads to look at them, and the gloomy young man's tone was very unfriendly.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Didn't see her seriously hurt? Get out!"

"Speak to me, pay attention! Tell me to kill Lao Tzu with a crooked mouth, believe it or not!"

The fat man is not the same as Duan De and them! he was about to step forward and pump him, but Duan De stopped him, Duan De turned his head and asked the fat man.

"Whoever sent the task? to check it, and also, whoever is in charge of it, also check it, I'll just do it here." ”

What else did the gloomy young man say, he was pulled by the middle-aged man, and it was definitely not an ordinary person who was wandering around without wearing a sect uniform in the sect, and this young man with a fierce face was definitely not something they could provoke.

In the middle of the merger of middle-aged people, they naturally saw a lot of dark insiders in the sect, and it was best not to try to offend anyone in the sect for those of them who had no big background.

Lying on the bed is his daughter, the young man is his disciple, the two have become Taoist couples, this mission accident is only the daughter left to come back with a sigh of relief, there must be something hidden.

His daughter is still alive, but the dead cultivator must have a friend, and the one who came here now is only a friend of one of the dead ones.

The old man got up and shook his head and said: "The old man is powerless, his heart is exhausted, the Yuan Ying is almost disintegrated, and the soul is also severely damaged, and it is estimated that no one in the sect can cure it well." ”

"As long as there is still a breath left, won't it be cured?" Duan De said coldly before the two family members.

The old man said unhappily: "This disciple, please pay attention to your words, am I a healer or are you?"

Duan De frowned and said: "If the predecessor has a way, she will try her best to treat it, the news she knows is very important, and besides, she was injured on a mission out of the sect, if there is any good medicine, you can use it."

It's not that Duan De doesn't believe him, but the martial arts that have almost become a human stick and are scrapped can be restored, how can this kind of thing be cured as long as there is a breath of air? There must be an insider in the sect, and he can't control it, but when it comes to him, he will take care of it.

The old man ignored it, snorted coldly and went out, the middle-aged monk hurriedly chased him out, Duan De was already very uncomfortable in his heart, this old thing relies on the old and sells the old, and when Lao Tzu knows that your words are false, I have to ask you, I can't eat and go around!

The young man was angry with Duan De, and roared angrily: "No matter what you do, what should you do if you make Mr. Wu angry and my wife leave! Get out of here!"

This time, Duan De didn't tolerate it anymore, tolerance is limited, there are still corpses in your house, and the bones of Lao Tzu's brothers haven't been seen yet, so reached out and grabbed this kid's neck, and carried him out of the door to the middle-aged man who was interceding with the old man in the distance.

"Look at this kid, if you disturb me again, I will be shot to death!"

Throw it to the middle-aged man, and then say to the stunned middle-aged man: "Look out the door, that old thing let him go! What do you see? Believe it or not, Lao Tzu told Qinghong to kill you immediately!"

For the old man who looked like he was going to do something, Duan De, who really didn't want to waste his saliva, turned around and entered the house after dropping a sentence, doing his best to be arrogant, which is almost impossible to exist in Duan De, but the more you give him face for this kind of person, the more shameless he is!

The old man outside held back his purple face and his beard that was blown straight, and the terrifying fluctuations in his hands did not dare to move, and he turned around and disappeared.