The next day, Zhang Yi's injuries improved somewhat, and he was about to get out of bed, but he found that his clothes were gone!!

On his body, he was wearing the clothes of an adult, but fortunately, his underwear and cloth bag were still there!

This dress is very big, almost Zhang Yi put it on his body, Zhang Yi thought about it, it is estimated that it is the clothes of the owner of this house, and he has no cleanliness habits, except for the one he wears, there is nothing else, so he has no intention of avoiding suspicion.

Zhang Yi put on a wide roof and came to the courtyard, attracted by the scenery in front of him.

Although it is autumn, it is beautiful, beautiful and cozy, surrounded by colorful flowers, with a path divided in the middle for people to walk, and in the whole yard there are only two houses.

In front of the gate of the yard, there are two towering trees, and there are many small birds on the branches, chirping non-stop.

Zhang Yi lives in one room, and there is another room, which must be the residence of the women.

Zhang Yi quietly looked at the mountains on both sides, and a ravine was distributed, and the middle position was this small courtyard.

Just when Zhang Yi was distracted, a middle-aged woman, holding a pile of clothes in her hands, walked out of the house.

"Little brother, are you awake?" watching you come out and walk around, have your injuries healed?" the middle-aged woman walked up to Zhang Yi and said in greeting.

Hearing the woman's greetings, Zhang Yi came back to his senses and was immediately attracted by the clothes in her arms, and the clothes in the woman's arms were none other than Zhang Yi's own.

Zhang Yi thought for a while, and then said, "With Uncle Lao's thoughts, there is no major problem in the body, and you can recover in a few days of recuperation!"

Since this incident, Zhang Yi's personality has become cautious, and there are many fewer smiling faces on his face, but more mature.

"I don't know ......if my aunt will take the clothes of the late birth," Zhang Yi asked tentatively.

"Oh, I see how long your clothes have not been washed, and there are many blood stains on your body, so I will help you wash them when you have nothing to do!" the woman smiled and continued to ask, "I don't know where the little brother is, how did he end up in such a field?"

When asked by the woman, Zhang Yi remembered the scene when he challenged Wang Hong, cut off his hidden arm from himself, jumped off the cliff, and his grandfather died tragically, Zhang Yi's eyes instantly turned red,

Someone saved his life again, Zhang Yi was silent for a moment, and out of kindness to his benefactor, he briefly talked about his experience.

"I was originally ......"

......

In an unknown place, in a golden hall, a young man in his early thirties sat at the top, seven or eight people stood in the left and right rows below, and in the middle stood a young man and a middle-aged man who lacked arms.

There were eight people standing in two rows, five of whom were in their sixties, two were middle-aged in their forties and fifties, and one was a young man in his twenties.

At this moment, if outsiders know, they will be shocked, the potential surrounds the body, exudes outside the body, invisible and shapely, it is the eight potential kings who have the realm of the hidden king.

Eight hidden kings, even if they are placed in the imperial dynasty, they are also a lot of force, a hidden king, in the entire Jingguo, can start a sect, not to mention eight people gathered together, such a lineup can be imagined!

But the eight potentials were in front of the middle-aged man above, standing below with their heads bowed, not even a seat.

At this moment, the faces of the eight potential kings were heavy, and occasionally the afterglow in their eyes swept towards the young man in the main seat, and their eyes showed a look of awe.

The young man in the middle and the person missing an arm were none other than Wang Hong and an entourage beside him, a middle-aged man whose arm was cut off by Zhang Yi's sword.

Wang Hong lowered his head and was silent, the body of the middle-aged entourage next to him trembled, and the sweat of beans appeared on his frightened face.

"Hong'er, your actions are too childlike, not only have you attracted the attention of that little child in Huangfu Cang, but even the thief of the Heavenly Sect has also discovered the traces of this stronghold, and the Book of Heaven has never found it, but it has caused a lot of commotion!" The middle-aged man above groaned a little and continued: "If you wait a few years for the sect to send an immortal to arrive, the Book of Heaven will not be able to capture it? On the contrary, your actions are too stupid!"

The middle-aged man above looked calm, and his words were full of an indescribable momentum, as if nothing in the world would make his face appear cautious, and there was a trace of immortal breath.

"Forgive Wang Hong for being ignorant, the book was readily available that day, why did Uncle Li let me lurk for more than two years, and let people take it directly, why do you have to be so twists and turns?" Wang Changhong said disapprovingly.

In Wang Changhong's view, the book of heaven on Zhang Yi's body was originally a thing in the pocket that was readily available, but it was only temporarily placed on Zhang Yi's body, and if he wanted to, he could take it away at any time, instead of snatching it.

"Changhong, you are confused! Do you think that the Book of Heaven is something that is within reach? You are wrong, everything is just a trick, and you don't even know the strength of the Zhang family! Even if you get the Book of Heaven, the appearance of Huangfu Cang Xiao'er and that thief of the Heavenly Sect, how can I compete with them?" The middle-aged man above said, and pointed to the eight kings with the realm of hidden kings standing below.

The eight potential kings below, when they see middle-aged people thinking about them, they can't say what it feels like in their hearts!

If they are outside, they who have the realm of the hidden king, it can be said that they want the wind and the rain, no matter where they go, they will be regarded as VIPs, but here, they are not looked at!

The middle-aged man above continued: "In the end, it's not for others to take away! Let you lurk around the descendants of the Zhang family, firstly, let you experience and experience, and establish a church stronghold in the wasteland in the future, and secondly, you can monitor the whereabouts of the Book of Heaven, and secondly, it is to let you have a better experience in the world, but it is good, the Book of Heaven has not been obtained, so that the thieves of Huangfu Xiaoer and the Qingjiao have discovered the traces of us!"

The eight hidden kings below didn't dare to speak, and stood quietly below, listening to their conversation.

The middle-aged man, who was cut off by Zhang Yi, was still standing behind Wang Hong tremblingly.

The middle-aged man sighed, paused for a moment, looked at a hidden king below, and asked slowly, "Is that descendant of the Zhang family with the Book of Heaven still alive?"

When Wang Hong heard what the middle-aged man said about the descendants of the Zhang family, he instantly thought of Zhang Yi, and suddenly his face changed, and he looked at the hidden king who was about to answer.

"Qiqi Seven Protectors, the descendant of the Zhang family with the Book of Heaven, after cutting off one of Guangmu's arms, jumped off the cliff and fell under a small river, and survived by luck, and the Book of Heaven is still on this body!" The Hidden King, who was asked by the middle-aged man, immediately took a step forward, and replied without humility or arrogance.

The middle-aged man thought for a moment when he heard the answer in front of the Hidden King, and nodded with a sigh, and the Hidden King retreated to his position and stood in place again.

"A person with latent control strength was actually cut off by a teenager, and he simply lost the face of my church, what's the use of keeping you?" After the middle-aged man above finished speaking, he looked at Guangmu beside Wang Changhong below.

I didn't see any movement in the middle-aged man's hands, only heard Guangmu, who had one of his arms cut off by Zhang Yi, a miserable scream sounded, and before he could beg for mercy, his whole body immediately emitted pitch black smoke, and his whole body quickly rotted.

When a scream sounded, the ears were covered with black smoke, and the ears disappeared in an instant, followed by the hair, nose, eyes, then the head, and finally the whole body burned, and the whole body was covered with black smoke, but two breaths, this master with hidden control Hiroki, burned clean in the world, not even the dust was left, all melted into the air, and disappeared without a trace, as if Hiroki had never appeared!

Standing below, the eight potential kings looked at the scene in front of them blankly, swallowing their saliva secretly, and their foreheads were even more exposed.