Beiyin Great Sage

Li Yang.

That talkative, energetic young man.

died.

Was killed!

In this fragmented world, dead people are nothing more than normal.

Zhou Jia has become accustomed to the death of the dead, and even the death of those around him.

When he first entered the Ruins Realm, who survived the novice period with him, no matter how close or distant he was, who is still there?

Li Yang's death only caused some ripples in his heart, and then he returned to calm.

"Who did it?"

"Uncle Zhou."

Liang Xingzhi raised his head cautiously and opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to name anyone.

"it's me!"

At this time, Bai Ju, who was talking with someone, heard the news, stood up from the crowd, and looked at Zhou Jia from the air, his eyes were cold:

"What do you want to do?"

"Shining green palace white moment?"

"Exactly."

This time, there are only a few Black Iron peaks who have entered the world fragments, and there are only a handful of Black Iron late stage players. He will certainly not be unaware of Shuo Qinggong Bai Mo.

"So it's Brother Bai."

Zhou Jia cupped his hands, and his voice was calm:

"After all, this is a venue set up by Mr. Zhou and Mr. Yao. It is for the convenience of communicating with colleagues. It seems inappropriate for Brother Bai to kill people at will."

"A mere mortal rank..." Bai Ju showed disdain.

"He is mine." Zhou Jia said:

"Brother Bai must give an explanation, right?"

"Forget it!" Bai Ju snorted coldly, thought for a while, and threw a cloth bag over casually:

"Sell your face."

"Snapped!"

Zhou Jia reached out to catch the cloth bag thrown at him, and instead of opening it to look at it, he nodded towards the other party, and the hostility on his face also quietly subsided:

"Thank you."

"Haha..." Bai Ju laughed loudly when he saw this:

"It was my impulsiveness. I didn't want to do this. If you know that he belongs to you, Brother Zhou, it doesn't matter if you spare his life."

Zhou Jia nodded without saying anything else, turned around and left,

As the two gave in to each other, the tense atmosphere in the field also dissipated.

Xuantianmeng and other outsiders were not surprised by this, after all no matter how powerful Zhou Jia was, Bai Ju was not a vegetarian.

For a mere mortal, unless he is a lunatic, it is impossible for him to risk his life against someone who is not sure.

not to mention.

There are still Yao An and other outsiders here, many of whom have a good relationship with Bai Ju, but Zhou Jia can be said to be a loner.

To save face, that's all.

As for the local survivors, they all lowered their heads one after another. Although no one would say anything about it, they felt a little regretful.

Although there is a backing.

But at present, this backer is not very strong, and even a little disappointing.

At least.

Among these outsiders, Zhou Jia's status is not very high. From the inside and outside words of others, one can hear the contempt for Zhou Jia.

This also made some people who originally had other thoughts more determined in their own minds.

……

……

……

"Pooh!"

Chang Wuming opened his mouth and spit out a mixture of blood foam and mud. He glanced at a mouse the size of a calf that had fallen beside him, and grinned.

"Sixth Grade!"

After shaking hands, he showed excitement:

"I am also a sixth grade!"

In the eyes of outsiders in this fragmented world, the sixth rank is nothing, especially the sixth rank with only cultivation base and no martial skills.

In terms of real strength, it's not even as good as mastering the fourth rank or even the third rank of martial arts.

But he learned from outsiders that not everyone in Xujie and Hongzeyu was as strong as the outsiders who came in this time.

Quite the opposite.

The "black iron" powerhouses are a minority, and the vast majority are at the ordinary level. There are a large number of people whose strength is only at the low level of the ordinary level.

As a 'newcomer', before the fragments of the world merged into the market, it was the time when his cultivation improved the fastest.

If he can achieve the eighth grade in this fragmented world, or call that door the introduction to the practice of the intersection of three yangs, then...

An outsider named Zhang Shi agreed to take him and Liu Xiaoqian in.

Bapin?

Fight!

With his eyes fixed, Chang Wuming clenched the bone sword in his hand.

Compared with the original steel bars and knives on the earth, the bone sword ground from the bones of the mutant monster's corpse is sharper.

"what are you doing here?"

Sudden.

A cold voice sounded.

Chang Wuming's body froze, he turned his head suddenly, the power in his body rotated in an orderly manner, and looked cautiously at the person coming:

"Uncle Zhou."

"Ah."

Zhou Jia nodded, walked slowly, and asked again:

"what are you doing here?"

"Patrol." Chang Wuming said in a cold voice with a blank face:

"In order to prevent the 'distinguished guests' in the residence from being disturbed, I obeyed Liang Xingzhi's order and inspected the surroundings for monsters."

"Humph!"

He snorted softly:

"Thanks to him, I am also a sixth-rank now!"

Although Chang Wuming doesn't know martial arts, he grew up fighting with people since he was a child, and even learned killing skills in the police academy. His strength should not be underestimated among the people on earth.

Coupled with some luck, it has become a sixth grade.

"Sixth grade?"

Zhou Jia lowered his head to examine, and for some reason, he frowned slightly:

"Your technique..."

"never mind."

Waving his hand, he said calmly:

"It's too dangerous outside, you can't come out, go back, there are no monsters around here, and there is no need to patrol for the time being."

"Really?" Chang Wuming was unmoved:

"It's better for me to stay nearby, otherwise, I will be asked all kinds of questions when I go back. If I think about it, the uncle won't help me with the conversation."

It wasn't until this time that Zhou Jia realized that there was something wrong in the other party's tone, perhaps it was because he didn't care about the weak and weak that it happened suddenly.

No matter what the thoughts of the survivors in the winery were, when they faced him, most of them were respectful and even grateful.

Only this person is different.

"Well……"

Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something, he pointed at Chang Wuming:

"I remembered, you are the one who robbed Liang Xingzhi of women, you are called Chang Wuming, right?"

This name is a bit unique, otherwise he really couldn't remember it, or he didn't take this group of people to heart from the beginning to the end.

"it's me!"

Chang Wuming took a step back, with hostility in his eyes:

"What do you want to do?"

"I know you are Liang Xingzhi's father's friend and you are also very strong, but if you want me to leave Xiaoqian, it's just a dream!"

"Show hostility to the strong, ignorant and reckless." Zhou Jia shook his head, stretched out his hand to move towards him slowly, the invisible pressure made it difficult for Chang Wuming to move:

"Insufficient strength, if you feel unhappy, you might as well bear it for now. If you have enough strength in the future, it will not be too late to retaliate. You are too impulsive."

Chang Wuming's body trembled, he clenched his teeth, trying to get rid of the invisible coercion, but it was of no avail.

He could only watch helplessly as the other's fingers got closer and closer.

despair,

come to mind.

He doesn't want to die, he still has a lot of things he wants to do, there is still a son he has never met, and there are relatives far away who miss him.

"clatter……"

A spike was caught between Zhou Jia's two fingers.

With a light flick of the wrist, the spike returned at a faster speed, nailing a gecko-like thing to the wall.

He didn't intend to kill Chang Wuming, he just saw a small thing.

"Are you regretting?"

Zhou Jia withdrew his movements, lowered his eyes and said:

"Afraid to die?"

"..."

Chang Wuming's cheek muscles twitched, and he said in a muffled voice:

"I'm really afraid."

"It's not a bad thing to be afraid of death." Zhou Jia smiled lightly, his voice stopped suddenly, he shook his head slightly, his eyes showed vicissitudes:

"Maybe it's because I'm getting older. I didn't talk that much before."

While speaking, he turned around and said:

"As a senior who entered the Ruins Realm a few years earlier than you, I can tell you an experience, that is, never trust anyone easily."

"what?"

Chang Wuming was taken aback.