Ji Taoist

Zhang Yirong looked serious and didn't say much.

As Zhang Xungui ran, he gradually felt exhausted. He looked at the princess in front of him and said dejectedly:

"Princess Princess, you should have handed me over, and you wouldn't have had to marry Xiaodie..."

"You think too simply. With my status and what he did today, no one who was here when I handed you over just now will survive. If he really came alone without help, then the people in the valley would still be alive. possible, because his target is you," Zhang Yirong said.

Zhang Xungui gritted his teeth and thought that this was also the case.

Since that man was staring at him, it was absolutely impossible for him to catch him and then leave. He would definitely kill this place and leave no one alive.

But isn’t Xiaodie just...

Zhang Xungui was filled with grief.

"Why, I don't know him, why on earth is he targeting me?!" Zhang Xungui couldn't help but almost cried. Who has lived a stable life for half his life can imagine that one day he will be pursued by a killer? What about hard hitting?

If the key really falls into his hands, Zhang Xungui doesn't think he can survive!

what to do?

Even in his two lives, Zhang Xungui has never lived in such a dangerous environment. The biggest reason is that he has never felt that force is a terrifying force that can really shake authority and status. You can only feel the benefits of power in the palace.

This is actually similar to the situation in my previous life.

But he forgot that this was a different world from his previous life.

Ignorant, vicious, cruel and direct!

If I also had power, I wouldn't be chased away like a dog and take the lives of Big Brother and Xiaodie!

Zhang Xungui gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. At this moment, he finally realized what he should do.

Just hope it's not too late.

"Here it comes! Xiaodie...I'm sorry." Zhang Yirong suddenly stopped, closed his eyes and sighed.

Still can’t wait for the offerings to arrive?

Yan Buzhi landed on the ground three meters away from the two of them and stood still, then slowly walked over.

"Why are you staring at Zhang Xungui?"

"You have to ask him about this, but I think we won't see each other again after this." Yan Buzhi laughed and walked up to the two of them.

Zhang Xungui's whole body was chilled, and he looked at the tall and powerful man in black in front of him with wide eyes and fear, slowly reaching out his big hand and pressing it on his shoulder.

Zhang Yirong's expression suddenly changed, she took out a dagger from her arms and stabbed Yan Buzhi's neck fiercely!

when!

Yan Buzhi did not dodge or dodge. Just when Zhang Yirong couldn't believe that the dagger he was using to blow his hair could not penetrate even half an inch of this person's skin, he saw an arm coming at him!

Bang!

"Princess!!"

"I didn't expect, Zhang Xungui, that even the princess, who favors you so much, would dare to attack me under such circumstances." Yan Buzhi laughed, glanced at him and was knocked far away and fell to the ground. Zhang Yirong, who does not know whether to live or die.

Zhang Xungui clenched his fists and stared at him angrily: "Why on earth are you looking for me?!"

"You should be a dead person, Zhang Xungui. But now you appear in front of me alive. Why do you think I came to you?" Yan Buzhi said calmly.

"You!" Zhang Xungui's eyes were full of fear, and his mind was racing with thoughts.

"Okay, time is running out, come with me first!!"

Yan Buzhi grabbed Zhang Xungui's shoulder and floated away.

...

Soon after.

An army of a thousand people sealed off the entire Yingchun Valley. Zhang Yirong, who was injured and unconscious, woke up in the camp, her face flushed and she groaned:

"Ahem! Return, return, return?!"

"Princess, please don't shake violently. What happened?"

Seeing the white-haired old man in front of him speaking, Zhang Yirong quickly raised his hands and said: "Master Changsong, you are finally here! Please save Zhang Xungui and avenge the tragic death of those in the valley!"

Master Changsong frowned: "Let's talk about the situation first."

"Okay, this is what happened..." Zhang Yirong gritted his teeth and told what happened in the valley. Master Changsong became even more strange.

"Since that thief doesn't know Zhang Xungui, and he didn't kill you, there are too many doubts about this matter!"

"The most urgent task is to find the thief..."

"It's difficult, but there are many monks walking around here. Let me go and ask first." Master Changsong said.

"Then it's a real trouble!" Zhang Yirong said in confusion.

Outside the camp, several people suddenly walked in: "Princess Princess, the real person, the person who brought the thief into Yingchun Valley has been found!"

Ling Yan and Master Zhong walked in and knelt down in front of Zhang Yirong: "Little girl Ling Yan, she has met the princess! She has met the real person!"

Zhang Yirong frowned: "Ling Yan? Are you from the Ling family?"

"Yes, the little girl is the accomplice who led the thief into Yingchun Valley, but there is another hidden story in this matter. Please allow the princess to report it first before convicting him!" Ling Yan said anxiously with a pale face.

"Humph, it's good if you know you're guilty. I'm sorry you don't dare to lie to me. Tell me!"

"Yes, that thief is Yan Buzhi, a wealthy man from Linshan City..."

Ling Yan told the story about Yan Buzhi, and also told about the death of the leader of Tiehu Weikun and his father. Zhang Yirong's pupils shrank:

"Are they actually the remnants of the Bloodstream Sect? No wonder they are so audacious and dare to rob and kill people in front of me!"

Changsong Zhenren frowned: "You said that person's martial arts have reached the realm of heaven and humanity? But I know that Liu Feng is also a person...who can compare to the realm of heaven and humanity. How could he die in his hands so easily?"

"This...I don't know about this."

Zhang Yirong whispered back: "Master, Liu Feng is just a casual cultivator who accidentally obtained the magic method. He hasn't learned any magic yet."

Master Changsong frowned: "But even so, the magical body protection cannot be broken by the inner energy of ordinary warriors. What kind of internal energy has he practiced?"

"It should be the Blood Essence Skill, which is known as the number one evil skill in the Kun Dao Realm, right? But looking at his actions, there is actually a demonic inner energy appearing, which is indeed a bit abnormal."

Master Changsong looked confused, obviously he didn't know much about ordinary martial arts.

The Grandmaster guard on the side was stunned for a moment and exclaimed: "Impossible, the internal energy of Blood Essence Kung Fu is an evil internal skill that relies on the strong internal energy and blood. How can it be possible that there is still internal energy?!"

Zhang Yirong asked doubtfully: "Master Bao, do you know?"

"When we were encircling and suppressing the remnants of the Bloodstream Sect, we discovered some incomplete internal skills, and our group has studied them."

Master Bao is quite straightforward and dares to talk about studying evil internal strength.

"Then why do you think Yan Buzhi possesses two kinds of internal strength?"

"I...don't know." Master Bao looked embarrassed and stepped aside.

Master Changsong rolled his eyes: "Forget it, I'll go around and ask the nearby monks first."

"Sorry to trouble you."

"Your Majesty, you are welcome."

After Master Changsong left, Zhang Yirong looked at Ling Yan and took a deep breath:

"Tell me everything you know!"

"Yes, Princess."