Zhang Wuji and Qingfeng were shocked at the same time.

The two do have a little bit in common.

The former's expression remained unchanged, while the latter lay down and pretended to be dead.

"Oh? I want to see this, let me do it."

Zhang Wuji saw Xiao Yiliu's curious eyes turning to the cyan figure pretending to be dead in the cell. He suddenly smiled, walked forward, pushed open the iron door of the cell, and impatiently kicked away the unconscious immortal cultivator who was in the way.

, walked to Qingfeng.

Squatting down, I could clearly hear this guy's heartbeat.

There was a flash of hesitation in Zhang Wuji's heart, and then he secretly said, you guys are going to have to endure some hardships.

He grabbed Qingfeng's hair and lifted up the latter's head, which was firmly attached to the ground. Seeing that he was still indifferent, he felt cruel and used a little more strength.

"It hurts."

Qingfeng was in pain and finally stopped pretending to be dead. He put his hands behind his head and grabbed Zhang Wuji's hand.

He deliberately pretended to be panicked and looked at Zhang Wuji with fear in his eyes.

"Where did it come from? What is it called?"

Zhang Wuji asked calmly.

"The villain lives on the edge of the city in the north of the Qingling Mountains. His family has a house and fields. He just came to see what happened and was arrested."

"Master Qiuqiu, I have seniors and juniors, so I really can't tolerate any mistakes...ah!"

Qingfeng suddenly screamed.

It turned out that Zhang Wuji pinched one of his fingers and exerted a slight force. Qingfeng's finger twisted in the opposite direction and was obviously broken, causing the latter to turn pale in pain and tremble uncontrollably.

"Sir, I have an old man..."

"Ah!"

Another finger.

Zhang Wuji was torturing people in the cell. Xiao Yiliu stood outside and watched quietly. Fatty Old Wei looked around and then quietly stepped back until he was thirty steps away from the two of them before he relaxed slightly.

Take a breath.

It’s not that we, Old Wei, are timid, we are really not worthy to be ranked alongside these two geniuses.

The screams over there continued, and several fingers on Qingfeng's right hand had been broken. He was covered in cold sweat and screamed as pitifully as a slaughtered pig.

Xiao Yiliu frowned and snorted: "Spineless guy."

He immediately snapped his fingers, and a black aura surged out, shooting towards Qingfeng like a sharp sword. Just when he was about to hit Qingfeng's forehead, he was caught between two fingers, and struggled wildly without being able to free himself.

Xiao Yiliu looked at Zhang Wuji's back in confusion.

"If you don't bother Brother Xiao, let me do it."

Qingfeng raised his head suddenly, his face extremely distorted with fear.

Zhang Wuji turned his back to Xiao Yiliu, his face full of a blackened smile that hated iron.

No, this guy isn’t going to kill people and silence them, is he?

This thought flashed through Qingfeng's mind at this time.

He watched Zhang Wuji stretch out a hand, and there was a faint flash of silver light on the hand. He flicked his fingers and moved them close to his head. Then he saw Zhang Wuji make a "biu" sound in his mouth, and his middle finger quickly popped out, touching his forehead.

Here comes a close encounter.

The world shook, severe pain came, and Qingfeng's eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

He really fainted this time.

Zhang Wuji stood up, shook his head, and said, "These sanctimonious and righteous monks really don't deserve a beating."

Then he kicked Qingfeng in the body in retaliation.

Waste!

At this time, there was a gentle snapping sound from behind.

Xiao Yiliu is applauding.

A sincere smile appeared on his delicate face, and he said: "Congratulations to Brother Wuji for successfully breaking into the silver bone realm."

Zhang Wuji was about to say something for the occasion, but he was still modest.

"With such a great opportunity, it would be a shame not to drink."

"Go, go, go!"

Xiao Yiliu impatiently grabbed Zhang Wuji's sleeve and tried to pull him out of the Earth Fire Palace.

Zhang Wuji's face was filled with despair.

When passing by the trembling fat man, he said lightly, "Send these guys in the cell to the door of my cave, and they will bask in the sun for a few days while I drink."

"Okay, don't worry."

The fat man quickly apologized and said with a smile.

Then there was finally no more chaos in the Earth Fire Hall.

Han Yurou was sitting on her bed, wearing a close-fitting pink dress, with curvy curves and undulating shapes. Her whole figure was as tempting as a ripe peach. It was a pity that no one was enjoying the spring scenery in the cave at this time.

Her eyes were dull, her teeth were biting her lip, and she had a tangled look on her face.

What does thief mean?

It's been five days, has he really not come back?

Although he is a member of the Demon Sect, during the days I spent with him, he never stopped taking advantage of me with his hands and mouth, but other than that, he didn't act like a demon at all.

Go to the valley eighty miles away and wait for him.

I know it there. When I was a low-level disciple, I often passed by it when I was patrolling the mountain. It was a very hidden place.

To begin with, I don’t have any cultivation skills at all, and I am just a little stronger than ordinary people. Can I really get there smoothly?

Even if you use the token that the thief left for you to get there, but you are tricked by the thief, what will you do if the sky becomes your bed and the earth becomes your bed, and he forcibly breaks out of you?

Thinking of this, Han Yurou's mind was in chaos and she didn't know what to do.

But she was the genius of the Immortal Sect after all, so she quickly calmed down and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes.

He neatly opened the quilt, tidied it up, and put on low-key tight clothes. Then he looked down at his tight chest and sighed softly.

So tight.

Really, why are these clothes so tight?

Could it be that I am fat?

As I was thinking about it, I came to the entrance of the cave.

Stick the token somewhere, boom, the ban opens.

What caught my eye was the clear air that I had not seen for a long time, and the charming moonlight of the familiar Qingling Mountains.

The faint radiance shone on the beautiful body, making the heaven and earth eclipse.

Taking a deep breath, Han Yurou was about to leave, but suddenly she heard a low and weak voice coming from her ears: "Girl, stay~"

She was so frightened that she jumped and subconsciously took a few steps back in the direction of the cave.

With the moonlight, I can see clearly.

There was a large cage covered with black ghost symbols. Seven or eight people were lying powerlessly inside, with a pale cheek facing her tightly.

Han Yurou suppressed her timidity and looked doubtfully.

"Girl, save us."

Although this young man in blue clothes looked seriously injured, his eyes were bright and he looked at her with hope.

"We are poor people caught by the demon sect's minions."

"The demon with holes in the bones wants to pull out our muscles and marrow, and orders us to be left here to be exposed to the wind and sun. When he comes back, we will die on the day of death. We are suffering!"

Speaking of Demon Zhang, this young man gritted his teeth, as if he had a mortal hatred.

Han Yurou hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and looked at the restrictions of the iron cage. Then she stretched out her slender hand, tore off one of the sheets, and said: "After a quarter of an hour, the restrictions will naturally be lifted."

"Life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in heaven, just ask for more blessings."

After saying these words, Han Yurou walked lightly down the mountain.

A young man's low voice shouted from behind: "If you dare to ask the girl her name, if you have the chance, I will definitely repay you."

Han Yurou thought for a while and blurted out: "Qingling Mountain, Han Wuji."

Then he smiled and jumped away.
Chapter completed!