Li Youwei and Hongzhu breathed a sigh of relief when they received a letter from the kidnappers asking for ransom.

Fortunately, there is news, which is a good thing.

Isn’t it just silver?

The Li family has a lot, as long as they don't tear up the vote.

"I'm going to prepare one million taels of silver for people to send."

Li Youwei said something and immediately walked towards the outside of the hospital.

"Youwei."

From behind, Hongzhu followed up and said seriously, "Let me go and deliver them. There are many witches and poisons in southern Xinjiang. Most people may not be able to deal with them. It is more appropriate for me to go."

"That's fine."

Li Youwei thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. Hongzhu was good at poison and could deal with emergencies better.

The two then left to get the money.

In fact, the letter sent by the Wu Clan only asked for five hundred thousand taels of silver. However, Li Youwei was worried about her younger brother's safety and planned to prepare double the amount, just in case.

It's only one million taels, a drop in the bucket.

Any business of the Li family can make more than one million taels.

Compared to the safety of my little brother, one million taels is not worth mentioning.

Only half a day.

Hongzhu left the capital with the prepared silver and rushed to southern Xinjiang.

The Holy Land of the Witch Clan, beyond the sky.

After a few days of recuperation, Li Ziye's body had basically recovered, and he was fine. He began to practice sword practice and stretch his muscles.

Unknowingly, another month was delayed, and there were only three months left before the battle with Huo Lin'er.

Although his strength has improved a lot recently, he is still a little unsure when it comes to fighting against Huo Lin'er.

It’s hard to do.

When he thought that Huo Lin'er's strength was almost the same as that of Little Red Riding Hood, his head was buzzing.

Can he beat Little Red Riding Hood? Obviously, it's impossible.

If that guy gets serious, he can beat him at least three or five times.

Especially after the Confucian leader passed on his thousands of years of martial arts knowledge and experience to Little Red Riding Hood, that guy's fighting ability became even more abnormal, with almost no flaws.

Among the masters he had fought against, only Little Red Riding Hood could not find a breakthrough at all. No matter whether he fought for his life or slowly consumed himself, he had no chance of winning.

Having no way to break through and being completely suppressed is really a terrible feeling.

To be honest, if the opponent this time is Little Red Riding Hood, there is really no need to fight, there is no chance of winning.

However, the opponent is Huo Lin'er, so maybe there is still a chance to give it a try.

Everyone knows that the Suzaku Sect's technique is to attack the strong and defend the weak, using force to counter attack. It has the greatest variability. Of course, it will also lead to quick death.

However, against Huo Lin'er, at least it won't be as completely impossible as against Little Red Riding Hood.

"Boy, do you want to try again? I just checked some ancient books and think there are several methods. Maybe you can try it."

When Li Ziye was practicing his sword, Mao Nanfeng came up in front of the wooden house and asked.

"don't want."

In the courtyard, Li Ziye came to his senses and refused without hesitation.

Does this old pervert really think he is stupid?

A few days ago, he was deceived because he didn't understand the old pervert's temperament. Now, he has gained wisdom and will never be deceived again.

It was indeed good to break his pulse, but if he lost his life, it would be too late for him to regret it.

He himself had no confidence that he could withstand the pain of being eaten by insects for a second time.

Moreover, there is no such thing as the Sansheng Silkworm nowadays. If something unexpected happens, even the gods will not be able to save him.

Life is precious, and he will not do anything that involves taking the initiative to die.

"You boy, you are so young, how can you be so timid?" Mao Nanfeng began to use provocation.

"hehe."

Li Ziye responded with an emotionless smile. This old pervert also used tricks. It was like using a big knife in front of Guan Gong. He had used all thirty-six tactics. It was just a way to provoke the generals, which was of no use.

"If you agree, I can teach you some of my clan's insect-control techniques." Mao Nanfeng saw that the boy in front of him was indifferent, so he changed his strategy and chose to seduce.

"Not interested."

Li Ziye remained unmoved and continued practicing his sword.

"Spell!" Mao Nanfeng said seriously.

"drink!"

Li Ziye shouted loudly, took a swipe at his sword, danced like a tiger, and ignored this old pervert.

"In this case, if you agree, I will secretly teach you a few tricks of my witch clan's magical skills to suppress the clan and the Four Heavenly Scriptures." Mao Nanfeng was determined to spend some money and seduced.

"I have no shortage of skills."

Li Ziye remained unmoved and concentrated on practicing his sword.

No matter what magical power you have to suppress the clan, can it be stronger than the Flying Immortal Art?

If not, he still has the Haoran Chapter of Confucianism, the Taishang Chapter of Taoism, the Three Bodhisattvas of Buddhism, the Three Jue Swords of Master Jianjue, and the Skyless Sword Realm of Heavenly Sword.

I didn't know if I didn't count them, but I was shocked when I counted them. It turned out that he knew so many magical secrets.

How many times do you have to jump off a cliff to pick this up?

The magical power of the witch clan to suppress the clan?

Not rare!

"Don't regret it!" Mao Nanfeng gritted his teeth as he saw the boy in front of him looking helpless.

"I will never regret it."

Li Ziye responded simply.

"Have some backbone!"

Mao Nanfeng said something and immediately walked away.

He didn't believe it. Apart from this boy, he couldn't find a suitable test subject.

There are so many death row inmates in the Wu Clan's Heavenly Prison. If you don't believe it, no one can withstand his torture.

at the same time.

North of the Holy Land of the Witch Clan.

In a remote and dilapidated courtyard, violent coughing sounds continued to be heard.

Hua Fengdu sat in front of the stone table, poured out bottles of elixirs, and immediately stuffed them all into his mouth.

Blood trickled out bit by bit, dyeing the fingertips red.

After arriving at the Wu Clan, Hua Fengdu did not rush to save people, but chose to wait for the opportunity.

He knew that there was only one chance to save the young master once at most. If he failed, the young master's life would even be in danger.

He doesn't have much time left, he will die soon, but the young master is still young and nothing can happen to him.

Now, the most troublesome thing is how to enter Tianwaitian, the Holy Land of the Witch Clan, without arousing suspicion.

Fortunately, there was news from Yanyulou that Hongzhu was coming too.

The Witch Clan's demand for ransom may be their best opportunity to save the young master.

"Deputy landlord!"

At this moment, a Yanyulou spy who had been hiding in the Wu clan for many years walked in quickly and said respectfully, "Miss Hongzhu is here."

"Please."

Hearing this, Hua Fengdu wiped off the blood between his fingers without leaving any trace, and said.

"yes!"

The spies took the order and immediately retreated.

Not long after.

Hongzhu came over, entered the courtyard, looked at Hua Fengdu in the courtyard, and immediately asked, "How is it? Is there any news about the young master?"

"No, nothing can be found."

Hua Fengdu shook his head and said, "Tianwaitian is heavily guarded, and our people can't get in at all."
To be continued...