Entering the bully's den, she changed her life by farming!

Bamboo leaves were flying all over the ground. Under the blow of Wei Shao's powerful internal force, the bamboo leaves were like thin blades, light but extremely sharp. After a few rises and falls, they gathered together menacingly, rising and falling wantonly around Wu Sheng and others.

"Brother, what kind of evil method is this!"

One of them was about to draw his sword and stab Wei Shao who was standing tall. His eyes turned red. He didn't pay attention to the falling bamboo leaves in front of him. Unexpectedly, as soon as the hand holding the sword reached out, the falling bamboo leaves suddenly swung. As he spun around, before he could even blink, a bloody streak suddenly opened from the end of his right eyebrow to the corner of his left lip!

"Ah——" The sudden blood color made him subconsciously throw his sword and cover his face. Just as he staggered back, the group of bamboo leaves behind him whirled up again, slashing countless slashes from his waist, abdomen, wrists, and knees. scratches.

Wu Sheng's situation was naturally not much better. His martial arts had improved a bit, but it only reduced the depth of the scars. The pain of having his skin cut to pieces by the small teeth of bamboo leaves penetrated him all the way. A heart that has never been shaken.

——This person, will he really lose?

"Bullshit evil method..."

Wu Sheng half-knelt in the bamboo forest that was gathering at an ever-increasing speed, relying on the sword to barely fall down. But now, the iron sword was already in tatters. It seemed that in the face of absolute strength, All physical bodies are nothing more than scrap metal.

"But I insist on winning!"

Wu Sheng roared, and the veins on his forehead popped out, as if to cheer himself up. At that moment, the bamboo leaves withered and the flying leaves turned into swords, all stopped extremely slowly in his eyes. He seemed to think that he had really stepped into the highest threshold of martial arts and could vaguely discern the true meaning of martial arts.

He held the sword in his hand with passion, gathered all his energy and slashed at the towering gatekeeper! Someone seemed to be shouting something at the top of his lungs, but all he could hear was the buzzing of blood in his head.

But the man in green suddenly fluttered his sleeves and fell to the ground. The bamboo broom in his hand flicked and turned softly. Wu Sheng seemed to be unable to understand the downward pressure coming from the crook of his knees that he couldn't resist. This man said with fear. His expression fell to the ground hard.

All the orifices were bleeding, and the eyes were covered with blood. The long sword lying on the side of his face was casually stepped on by a pair of cyan boots, making a slight sound, just like his meaningless struggle now.

"Are you sure they all went into the back mountain?"

Wei Shao's anxious and violent voice rang in his ears. The man he captured trembled and looked directly at the wrinkled face, but his eyes that did not match his disguised age were filled with coldness, which made people look at him. Just one look at him made him feel like he had been whipped with a riding crop, and he couldn't lie at all.

"Yes... yes! At least the Holy Lady must be inside, otherwise she would definitely be sitting in the front hall to help take care of the wounded who came down the mountain or inside the door-"

It turns out it wasn't because of him. Wu Sheng suddenly felt ridiculous and laughed out loud.

"No, no, no, brother, he doesn't mean any harm!" Seeing Wei Shao's eyes moving coldly to Wu Sheng, the person who was caught hurriedly stood in front of Wu Sheng, "Brother, please stop saying a few words!"

Ever since Wei Shao came to them, the bamboo leaf wall had long ceased to be erected. Now thick bamboo leaves were covered with the bluestone floor, making a tingling sound when his feet stepped on it. Wei Shao frowned and looked at the people lying on the ground. It was indeed rare for someone in the Tianyi Sect to have such a persistent pursuit of martial arts. But this does not mean that everyone in the Tianyi sect is kind. Moreover, what Wu Sheng cannot let go of is never his obsession with martial arts, but his insistence on using force to bully the dominant and bully the weak. He is not a kind person.

And according to what this little guy said, Zhizhi had been following them in for nearly two hours.

During the more than half a month at the Tianyi Sect, Wei Shao was considered conscientious, and he almost swept through most of the gates. Occasionally chatting with the disciples who came and went in the sect, he basically understood the so-called sect rules.

It's just that today is neither a New Year's Day nor a special day for important events... What's the matter, do you need to invite the saint to be present? He also excluded all outer disciples, as if he was afraid that outsiders would find any clues.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

For Wei Shao, there are too many unfinished things in the world, so it doesn't matter when to do or whether to finish certain things. What really makes him sleepless and sleepless, tossing and turning, and unable to reconcile unless he witnesses it with his own eyes and takes care of it with his own hands, is always Zhao Zhizhi's safety.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand, and the bamboo broom jumped up with the zhenqi in his palm. It disappeared after a few seconds, and the messy bamboo leaves around him also dispersed with the collapsing zhenqi. In the blink of an eye, The battlefield was cleaned up and everything was clean. Except for Wu Sheng and others who were particularly eye-catching, it was impossible to tell what kind of fierce and fierce battle had occurred.

"It's still the same old rules." Wei Shao shook his sleeves, which were a little messy due to the infuriating energy. "If you dare to leak even half of the news about my abnormal identity..."

"I know, I know!" The younger brother who was the least injured quickly begged for mercy, "No, I don't dare, I don't dare."

Fortunately, Wu Sheng had passed out long ago, otherwise he would have smashed the boy's head to pieces and scolded him for losing face.

However, there was a dead silence now, and everyone had their own evil intentions, but they dispersed peacefully for a while.

Just talking about Wei Shao, he raised his head and looked at the sky. He had accumulated a wealth of general knowledge due to his hard study in childhood. He could tell the order of the sun without the help of a sundial. At the moment, the scorching sun was approaching the center, far away from the branches. It was almost two o'clock and two quarters when we entered the backyard.

Wei Shao was extremely anxious, but he was also worried about his attitude of immediately stopping the fight just because of a word. I'm afraid Wu Sheng and others were overthinking it. They would know that he was heading for a forbidden area with just a few nudges. It would be fine if his identity was revealed. , only afraid that they would focus on Zhizhi.

He hadn't been with her for too long, and he had neglected her care, and now he felt extremely guilty. If because of himself, her seemingly stable life was shattered, and she was dragged into the center of the whirlpool, then he would be in despair. It is hard to escape the blame for death.

So Wei Shao suppressed his worry and anxiety, took out the broom again, and carefully swept around every corner of the front mountain over and over again. He wanted to rush into the backyard to take a closer look, and he had nowhere to vent his worries. The bamboo broom in his hand innocently bore his emotions and was pinched out with five extremely deep finger marks.

Three quarters past noon.

Wei Shao's heart truly sank to the bottom.

Based on the Five Elements Bagua and Yin-Yang derivation techniques he has learned, three quarters of noon is the time when the Yang Qi is the strongest in the day. No matter whether the formation is Yin or Yang, whether the request is to summon the soul or pay tribute to the spirit, it should be over. But now the disciples in the front mountain are still coming and going, but the backyard is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop, and there is not even a sound of movement.

He didn't dare to dwell on the worst guess in his mind, but his reason was breaking down little by little with worry, so that when he climbed up the dark wall in the backyard, he was not yet ready to mentally prepare for the scene in front of him.