"Even if the government dares to do this, it will be overthrown! What's more, we are just a gang!" The party leader kept a clear head and said very firmly: "We are not a terrorist organization, and we are not as resolute as Miss, everything we do is just to be able to live a better life in this country!"

What can be done, and to what extent, the boss of the Sanjia Party knows very well in his heart that he can't take this money at all! He stretched out his hand and pushed the bank card on the long table, and the card slid silently in front of Su Weiyang.

"You are a powerful cultivator, if there is any dissatisfaction, we will continue to do it! It is better to kill a few people than to be uprooted. ”

The tense atmosphere at the scene became tense, and even a few masters of the Sanyan Party were already eager to try, wanting to try to eat black and black, and collect both people and money.

In the world of gangsters, unruliness is a good quality, and it is also a rare experience to be able to beat up such a beautiful female cultivator! As for life? How can death not be death?

Su Weiyang didn't even look at the card, sighed, shook his head lightly, and said, "It seems that I am indeed a little willful." ”

......。

A week passed quickly, and Wang Shixian spent most of his time in meditation, occasionally standing on the top of the church tower in the evening and looking at Luding Mountain on the edge of the sky hundreds of miles away.

The lid of the coffin slipped open, and a mummified figure wrapped in bandages sat up from inside, and Ye Zhiqiu, who was guarding the room, silently took out the robe that had been prepared long ago and walked towards the coffin.

The bandage automatically cracked, and a layer of purple-black hard shell on the inside fell off Song Jingzhou's body, revealing a large area of skin as clear as jade, and like a new moon, it was brilliant and not blasphemous.

As he stood up, with a very beautiful and tall figure, Song Jingzhou stood beside the coffin, indescribably floating out of the dust, like a celestial man reborn from the fire!

Cultivation to the level of Song Jingzhou, the birth and death of every cell of the body are under control, which is based on the control of life and the microcosm, which is fundamentally different from the natural immortal body of the blood clan, which is why there are very few female cultivators, especially those who pay attention to their appearance, can have a permanent appearance.

Song Jingzhou raised his slender and toned legs, stepped out of the coffin, took the robe from Ye Zhiqiu's hand, shook it back, and the robe was automatically put on him as if it was alive!

Fastening his belt, Song Jingzhou walked to the door, pushed open the door with both hands, and let the sun bathe in his body.

Song Jingzhou smiled at the powerhouses who sensed that he had come over after he came out of the customs, and smiled at them with infinite charm.

In the sun, Song Jingzhou is undoubtedly fresh and lovely, there is not a single hair on his entire head, he is smooth, which makes people feel that he is shiny on the one hand, and a little weird on the other hand.

"Congratulations to Lord Song for getting out!" "Yatsumata Lu Yuanzhi smiled, "Shouldn't we also set off?"

"I've kept you waiting, Lord Camarilla is almost there, let's go again in the evening. Song Jingzhou's tone was calm. I've been waiting for so many years, and I'm really not in a hurry for this meeting.

Wang Shixian looked past Song Jingzhou and saw Ye Zhiqiu hidden in the dark shadow of the room, after the two exchanged glances, they couldn't help but smile bitterly in their hearts, one of them just wanted to be free in the rivers and lakes, and the other wanted to revive the glory of the sect, but they didn't expect to be tied to the chariot by Song Jingzhou.

"Zhiqiu, the rest of the matter is not something you can participate in. You follow me, these days are considered diligent, and when I am waiting for my departure, go back the way you came. Song Jingzhou suddenly said to Ye Zhiqiu behind him.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes showed a look of surprise, and he hurriedly lowered his head to cover it up.

"I hope you don't slack off anymore, and your cultivation is like sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat! For us cultivators, although art is beautiful, it is only an embellishment, and only the strong are qualified to talk about other things! Sects cannot only inherit without reforming. ”

Song Jingzhou seemed to be unconscious, and patiently told Ye Zhiqiu, as if he was explaining the future.

"Ask the Flower Sect is where I was born, but I didn't develop it well, and I didn't pay much attention to teaching you, this is where I am sorry for the ancestors of the past generations. Song Jingzhou's tone was full of self-reproach.

"Fortunately, you can be regarded as inheriting the essence of the Asking Flower Sect. ”

Ye Zhiqiu's face showed embarrassment, he knew that Song Jingzhou was not simply praising him, he was a little self-deprecating.

"The future will depend on you, I have deposited the sect master's order with him, and you can go to him to ask for it. ”

"With the master here, I am not enough to take on the heavy responsibility of the sect, so please think twice. Ye Zhiqiu Qian gave way.

"Huh. Song Jingzhou smiled and said, "Ask the Flower Sect for generations, the sect master is a person, and the disciple is also a person, what is the important task? If you don't want to do it, teach that Xu Zihan well, and then throw the sect to him!"

Ye Zhiqiu was suddenly a little moved when he heard this, and finally said emotionally: "As long as Master doesn't blame me for messing around, Zhiqiu will definitely do his best to bare the lintel!"

No matter how close he is, he is also his own apprentice! In the end, he will still think about arranging a way out for him, Wang Shixian listened to the envy next to him, and felt funny, this Professor Ye, to say that it is ugly, he is a prodigal son who is old and does not forget to flirt with his coquettish sister, if he is a bare lintel, maybe with a nest of perverts, in the name of art, I don't know how many good women can be harmed!

"It's good if you have a heart!" Song Jingzhou hesitated a little, paused and said: "As for the Holy Gate, Meng Dongchen of the Jin Yao Sect is very thoughtful, and he is not good at his generation, if it weren't for his eyebrows, I would have killed him a long time ago!"

"Now that Xinmei is gone, and there is no one in the Holy Gate who can contain Meng Dongchen anymore, you don't want to get involved, but if the heirs of the Tianyi Sect are in trouble, I hope you can help her a little bit, it can be regarded as a substitute for me...... and compensate them for me. ”

Listening to Song Jingzhou methodically explain his future, the other three Terran powerhouses did not bother, they did the same thing before they came out, this operation is full of unknowns, but it is the ancestral spirit that has far surpassed the Taiyi star human technology, even the Yuan God-level Song Jingzhou does not have much certainty of survival, not to mention them, they can only put themselves to death and come back to life, to Bo a glimmer of hope!

Unlike the Chinese Taoist temple, which likes to be built in the suburbs, even in the deep mountains and old forests, the church is often built in a densely populated place, this church is built at the foot of a low hill on the edge of a small border city, the bishop seems to be very afraid of slaughter, a few days ago personally arranged for Song Jingzhou and others to stay, until they left and disappeared.

The sunset had already fallen into the horizon, and at the foot of the mountain, only Ye Zhiqiu stood silently at the gate of the church, watching them.

In the evening, Fan Zhuo, who climbed out of the coffin, still looked like he didn't want to approach.

A very small team was faintly divided into three parts, Song Jingzhou walked in the front, Wang Shixian followed closely behind, then three Terran powerhouses, and finally two blood clans.

The strange thing is that Song Jingzhou did not go around the city and went directly to Luding Mountain, but took everyone to the center of the small city.

On summer evenings, the streets of the town are full of idle men, smoking cigarettes in one hand and drinking alcohol in the other, and from time to time they make provocative noises to each other, but no one dares to take the initiative to provoke this strange combination, after all, these people are all characters who dominate one side, and their light and temperament can be terrifying!

A person who was squatting on the steps at the door of the hotel lifted the canvas bag next to him and greeted him, and after handing the canvas bag to Song Jingzhou, he didn't speak, turned around and left, and soon disappeared into the street.