Outside the door is an endless stream of merchants and vendors driving cattle and leading donkeys, shouting and selling one after another.

Inside the door was a butcher with a lot of voices and teeth and claws. Holding a sharp knife, he slashed indiscriminately.

There was a bustle outside the door, and blood flowed inside the door.

The hustle and bustle of the world outside the door, and the hell of Shura inside the door.

The tables and chairs of the Drunken Immortal Building were shattered to the ground, and the railings and pillars were also broken by the diners kicked by Zhao Zhi, blood and wine were scattered all over the ground, and the wine jars, wine bowls, plates, and saucers of the ping-pong were all over the ground.

Screams, screams, and cries of pain mingle together to form a moving symphony.

Dealing with these mortals who don't have much fighting dexterity, let alone using the sword intent, Zhao Cheng didn't even bother to use spiritual power, drinking with his left hand and waving a knife with his right hand, everywhere he passed, it was a mess.

Zhao Zhi wields the knife very measuredly, neither will he shoot too lightly, the knife will take the key point of the person, or break the tendons and tendons of the hand, or go straight into the big points around the body, and every knife will see blood;

Jokes, being cut by a thousand knives in the bamboo forest is not in vain, or blindfolded, and the position that Zhao Yuan can find is no different, and he is really more comfortable than Xie Niu Ding.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people around Zhao Yuan, the proprietress was also anxious, and seeing that the situation was not good, she lay on the ground and moved out one by one.

"Ahh

shouted like a pig, and saw the proprietress's hands neatly nailed to the ground by two handfuls of porcelain pieces.

It was Xia Zhiming who made a move, although she had been watching the play on the side, but she never forgot to sweep the formation.

"Bang-"

The last cook was also kicked away, Zhao Zhi laughed uncontrollably, flew to kick the signboard in the hall of the Drunken Immortal Building, and laughed wildly: "Who else-"

It's even more ruffian and hooligan than a local tyrant and a bully.

"Boss, I heard that you sold the daughter of the Longxing bun shop outside to a brothel two days ago, right?"

The proprietress was still wailing uncontrollably, and when Zhao saw that she didn't answer, she sneered and cut off one of her toes, and the proprietress screamed in pain and screamed even happier.

"Isn't it?"

"Yes, yes...... Immortal Master ...... I beg you, spare me, I don't dare anymore. ”

The proprietress twisted her body and whimpered, like a cuckoo crying blood, Xia Zhiming couldn't bear to hear it.

Zhao Wei was unmoved, and said coldly: "Boss, the Sun family's compound was forcibly demolished, and you did it, right?"

"And Mrs. Wu's grandson, you also tied it up and sold it, right?"

The proprietress trembled violently, why did what she did know so clearly?

Xia Zhiming looked at Zhao Zhi in surprise, people in the rivers and lakes often say that he watched six roads and listened to all directions, and he thought that he had observed carefully, but he didn't expect that Zhao Zhi had already inquired about all kinds of gossip with his spiritual sense along the way. Xia Zhiming couldn't help but secretly feel ashamed.

In fact, it's no wonder that Xia Zhiming, her cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining, and the release of spiritual consciousness is only one or twenty zhang, and there are not many perverts like Zhao Zhi who can easily release a hundred zhang after all.

Zhao Zhi sneered: "Boss, you are very capable, come, I'll give you the knife, if you can cut off my arm, I'll spare you from dying?"

The proprietress trembled and held the sharp knife and didn't dare to start, and was slapped to the ground by Zhao Zhi.

"Give you a chance, you're useless—"

"The immortal master spares his life, the immortal master spares his life-"

"Ahh

In front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Zhi unloaded the boss's legs with a knife, using a trace of fire, and there was no bloody disgusting scene.

To deal with such vicious people, you have to be more ruthless than them.

Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha on the spot is just a nonsense in the mind of a pedantic old monk.

Xia Zhiming listened to the boss's unspeakable accusations, and she also put away her unbearable heart, and she couldn't wait to go up and cut it herself.

The diners upstairs were so frightened that they buried their heads under the table and didn't dare to move, and the cooks lying on the ground also gasped.

With a "click", the two arms of the proprietress were neatly chopped off, and the whole person became a "human stick".

In fact, the torture that Zhao Jian saw in his previous life was more tragic than this, such as the rat in the hot pot, the torture instrument was like a big cauldron, the mouth of the pot was upside down on the stomach of the tortured, and the charcoal was lit at the bottom of the pot, and the rats inside would become frantic and keep biting the stomach of the tortured......

There are also miserable nail tubes, head crushing machines, and intestinal searches and belly scraping, not to mention being tortured, even if you look at it once, you can scare people into insanity.

Which of those mercenaries who claimed to be determined killers and shocked the seven continents back then didn't become soft eggs under this set of torture?

What Zhao Qian admires most is those old revolutionaries who sacrifice their lives and forget their deaths, not to mention cutting off their hands and feet, even if Ling Chi is punished, he can't even pry open the mouths of these heroes-

Several fierce and accustomed big men were also scared of shit and urine, thinking that they were the most ruthless, compared to this bastard with a knife, he was simply a fucking old woman who ate fasting and recited Buddha!

The proprietress had fainted, and she didn't know if she was in pain or scared.

"Who dares to make trouble in my Drunken Immortal Building!"

A thunderous sound sounded in his ears, and he saw a short and fat man with two middle-aged people dressed as fairy wind bones appear at the door of the Drunken Immortal Tower.

The man was six feet long, with a horizontal face and round eyes the size of beans, which was a little vicious and a little funny.

The three of them looked at the severed limb under their feet dumbfounded, and the fat man trembled with anger and said in a trembling voice: "Husband...... Madame!"

"Who killed my wife—"

Ma Wenhao knelt on the ground, sobbing profusely, holding the bare body of the proprietress and crying.

"You are Ma Wenhao?"

Zhao Qian looked at Ma Wenhao with an arrogant face, Ma Wenhao raised his head and said, "Who are you?

"I killed it, so what?"

Zhao Zhi leaned against the pillar of the hall and replied without being salty, as if he had killed not a person, but an ant.

"You...... You!"

Ma Wenhao's outstretched hand trembled slightly, his face was flushed, and his face seemed to explode, crying: "You give back my wife's life!"

I saw the two people behind him stepping forward, this life is thin, with silk shoes and socks underneath, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, white face and long beard, and said: "Why is it so vicious at a young age, doing such a hurtful thing!"

Zhao Qian fixed his eyes and saw that they were actually two cultivators of the tenth level of qi refining!

Still, it's not enough to see.

I saw that the aura around Zhao Guan's body was surging, and the entire robe suddenly bulged, and the hairband was raised without wind.

Nine layers of qi refining!

The two monks' pupils shrank, they didn't expect to see such a monk in this remote Xiaoguan City—and they were so young.

The two glanced at each other, and released two flying swords and bullied them.

"Phew!"

Zhao Cheng deliberately wanted to try the bottom of the two of them, and without the use of knife qi, he untied the knife horizontally and slashed at the two of them diagonally.

"Khooth!"

Swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere.

The two monks took three steps back, and the tall and thin monk let out a breath of turbid breath and said in disbelief: "Great sect disciple?"

"Hehe, you have vision. ”

Don't look at these two people as the tenth layer of Qi refining, but in terms of the purity of the aura, they are very different from Zhao Yuan. An important difference between casual cultivation and the children of the family is that there is no great school of exercises and a foundation from the teacher, and the aura of casual cultivation is always mixed and impure.

This is also the reason why it is also after the completion of qi refining, it is difficult to build a foundation for scattered cultivation, but it is much easier for the children of the family - just like building a high-rise building, the foundation has not been laid, how can you add bricks and tiles?

Zhao Cheng shouted loudly and said, "Lingxi faction is doing business!

The two monks' faces turned earthy and said in a trembling voice, "Are you ...... Lingxi Sect disciple?"

Zhao Qian impatiently raised the Lingxi nameplate.

"Sure enough, it's the Lingxi Token!"

After the two of them saw it clearly, the tall and thin monk hurriedly bowed and saluted: "Villain Sun Zide, this is the younger brother Sun Tiande, I don't know that the master of the big school is coming, I really don't know Taishan......

Sun Zide's attitude of being condescending and respectful made Zhao Qian look disgusting, and even Ma Wenhao, who was holding the remnants of the boss lady, was shocked-how could the two immortal masters whose eyes are above the top on weekdays be like rats seeing cats now?

In fact, it's no wonder that Ma Wenhao doesn't understand, it's Zhao Yuan, because he is often in the Lingxi Sect, and he also knows nothing about the invisible level of the cultivation realm.

The brothers of the Sun family are just casual cultivators, and when they are in their forties, they are still stuck in the tenth layer of qi refining and cannot advance an inch, with no background and no spirit stones, so they have to be willing to be lowly, and they were hired by Ma Wenhao as "Zhenlou Immortal Master" to be powerful and blessed to mingle with mortals.

That's right, willing to be cheap.

In the cultivation realm, the lowest status is not the housekeeper who sells himself into slavery, but the "immortal master" who is hired by mortals to go to the home nursing home.

Because if you are a slave in a big family, after all, it is still possible to gain the appreciation of the head of the family, and there is still a chance to break through, just like Xu Wenbai's servant Xu Quan, it is no problem to build a foundation within twenty years.

But going to be a secular "immortal master" is completely different.

Living on tens of thousands of taels of silver every year, the circle of people in contact is no longer a monk who crosses the sky - it looks beautiful, but in fact, this kind of monk has departed from the right path of cultivation, you are mixed up to be a bodyguard for mortals, which monk still looks up to you?

Once you enter the mortal realm, it is as deep as the sea, and you will not be able to advance from now on.

There are actually a lot of casual cultivators like the Sun brothers, and they generally know that their cultivation is hopeless, so they spend all day collecting some protection money to live-

The disciples of the Lingxi Sect, that is a genius figure they can't even think of.

Even the outer disciples of the Lingxi Sect, because of their solid foundation, are also at the tenth level of Qi refining, and it is not a problem to beat the two of them for casual cultivation.

Not to mention Zhao Guan, who was soaked in the spiritual liquid all day long, Sun Zide was quite knowledgeable, and when he was shocked back, he felt that Zhao Zhi was by no means a loose cultivator like himself - that kind of pure aura could not be practiced by a person like himself in a lifetime.

Zhao Zhen frowned and said, "Do you want to get out of the way?"

"Yes, get out, get out!"

Sun Zide nodded, without any awareness of being a monk - no way, the Lingxi faction is the leading boss of Wenyang Mansion, which one dares to provoke without long eyes?

I was scolding in my heart: How old is this kid, how can the ninth layer of Qi refining have the nameplate of the inner gate of the Lingxi Sect?

This is actually Zhao Cheng secretly "concubine" from Hong Shenghai, anyway, he was the first in the literary test, and the inner disciple didn't run, so the old man Hong didn't care, and at this time, he took the name of the Lingxi faction as a prestige, which was quite useful......