The little evil god Sun Sanba?

When Zhao Ji was stunned when he heard this domineering name, he suddenly remembered that this was the unlucky disciple of the South China Sea Crocodile God.

Duan Yu just laughed and laughed, but he didn't want to attract such a bad insult. His face suddenly turned red. Before he could speak, the little evil god had already sneered, grabbed an old Zaomu chair and twisted it hard with his hands. The chair was creaking and cracked, showing amazing arm strength, and at the same time, a fierce light appeared in his small eyes.

At this time, the shopkeeper in the tavern rushed out and pointed at the little evil god and screamed, as if he was scolding something. This place was just an ordinary town, not a thoroughfare, so the shopkeeper could only speak local language but not Chinese. But looking at the manhole cover, it felt distressed that the chair was broken by the little evil god.

Although this little evil god is just a soy sauce character, Zhao Ji did not dare to underestimate this person's violence. He was about to get up to stop the shopkeeper from not provoking evil people and suffering unrestrained disasters. However, the little evil god had already been pulled by the shopkeeper and was impatient. His arms suddenly poked out and directly twisted the shopkeeper's head: "It's damn noisy!"

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ji and Duan Yu's eyes were full of blood and dumbfounded. Seeing that the shopkeeper who had served them alively before had bleeding from his head and drooped his head and became a dead body in this moment, both of them were a little unacceptable for a while, and their faces turned pale. Zhao Ji was not much shocked, but more shocked. He had been in this world for more than a year. Although he had known many people in the world, he had seen such a violent murder scene for the first time. Just a little trivial matter, and a life was gone.

Looking at the shopkeeper's body slipping softly to the ground, the woman's screams came from his ears. Zhao Ji felt a thunder roar in his mind, but he heard the little evil god sneer: "You two little guys, hurry up and apologize to me!"

"You are so cruel! This shopkeeper..." Duan Yu's face turned pale, he pointed at the little evil god, his lips trembled as he couldn't even speak in a thorough manner.

"I tell you your ancestor!" A sense of resentment rose from Zhao Ji's heart, and he picked up the cup on the table and hit the little evil god Sun Sanba.

Seeing that these two weak scholars were scared by him, Sun Sanba felt contempt in his heart, but he didn't want to have the courage to attack him. He couldn't avoid it and slid the flying cup, but was poured on the soup in the cup. Although the soup was not hot, he looked very embarrassed. His little eyes suddenly glared, and his five fingers grabbed Zhao Ji's throat: "Looking for death!"

"Ah! Be careful..." Duan Yu was shocked when he saw this, only to be afraid that he would see Zhao Ji's head and face the next moment.

In the critical moment, Zhao Ji calmed down and silently recited the Mind Method of the Beiming Divine Art. Instead, he did not retreat, but instead stepped forward and looked straight towards the palm of the little evil god.

When Xiaosha Shen saw that the weak scholar not only did not hide, but had the courage to move forward to meet him, he was a little surprised. However, he had already seen that the scholar had no martial arts skills, and he didn't even avoid him at this moment. He just thought in his mind that he first broke his arm and then twisted his neck.

When the fingers and palms touched, the little evil god added another force, but the expected scream did not sound. Instead, a feeling of sourness, softness and numbness on his palms, and he felt the force pouring out but he could not mix it up at all.

At the same time, Zhao Ji felt a sudden force hit, and his palm suddenly felt a violent tearing pain. However, he did not dare to let go, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed the palm of Xiaosha Shen, but he had no spare energy to use the Beiming Divine Art to guide the force that was invading the body. However, the force surged for a moment and rushed to the Shaoshang point on his hand. Then, he followed the route of Beiming Divine Art to move towards the meridians behind. This force was not tamed at first, but after walking through several meridians, it became gentle, and then it was like a gurgling stream flowing into the Danzhong point on Zhao Ji's chest, and it could no longer be done.

The power of this exercise transformed many mysterious things, but Zhao Ji had no time to experience it at the moment. He just gritted his teeth and continued to extract the internal strength of the little evil spirit. The little evil spirit also realized that something was wrong at this moment. He tried his best but it seemed to be useless at all. Instead, the sour and soft feeling spread to most of his body in a moment. He was a little panicked and wanted to struggle to pull back his arm, but the force was doubled and he could not control it anymore. He exclaimed: "What kind of evil magic is this? Let go!"

Zhao Ji just didn't answer him. Although the little evil god struggled hard, his strength became smaller and smaller. He just shouted at the top of his lungs, looking extremely frightened.

Duan Yu next to him was unclear. He thought that Zhao Ji was about to die at the hands of this murderer, and it was his turn next, but the scene in front of him puzzled him. Not only did Zhao Ji not die, but the little evil spirit kept yelling and struggling, but Zhao Ji clearly had never done anything. Even his palm was captured by the little evil spirit, but why did this little evil spirit look panicked? Could it be that this Prince Duan really possessed some horrifying evil spirit?

This little evil god himself is not very skilled, and he doesn't know how to collect the energy. After a short while, the internal strength that he had been practicing hard for years has been pulled away. In addition, his fear of Zhao Ji's evil method was gray and dull, and he had no evil spirit at all. He couldn't stand steadily. He didn't collapse to the ground because he was grabbed by Zhao Ji's palm. He was still weak and murmured: "Demonic, Demonic..."

No longer could feel the strength coming in, Zhao Ji let go of his hand, but he grabbed the little evil god's collar, pulled him to the body of the shopkeeper's still twitching, grabbed his head and pressed it to the face with his eyes raised, and said in a cold voice: "I'll ask you, did this person kill your parents? He forcibly occupied your wife and children? Or did you dig your ancestral grave? A little nothing can ruin your life. Is it great? You will die the same as him later, how about you?"

The little evil god's eyes were closed tightly, and he said in a trembling voice: "You are not a human, you are a monster! You can use demonic magic... What kind of demonic magic do you use? No, I don't want to die, you can't kill me! My master is the South China Sea Crocodile God. If you harm me, he will kill your whole family..."

Zhao Ji was silent for a moment, then asked again: "Where is your master? Where are the other four evil men? What are you doing in Dali Country?"

The little evil god was so scared that he was heartbroken that he would answer questions: "My master will arrive soon, and his sworn brothers will come soon... Boss Duan asked us to come and do a big business. If it works, we will all become generals..."

After getting the answer, Zhao Ji sneered and said, "Open your eyes and look at the person you killed. You will be like this later!"

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the wailing of the little evil god. He grabbed his chin, gritted his teeth and twisted it. He heard a few crisp sounds. The little evil god screamed suddenly. Although his head turned a big circle, he still did not immediately extinguish it. After all, Zhao Ji would not have such a killing method. Although he was in a hurry, he still couldn't break the neck with all his strength.

Zhao Ji got up and picked up the chair that was broken by the little evil spirit, and then walked back and smashed it hard on his head. With this smash, the little evil spirit suddenly bounced high, and blood splashed everywhere. When it fell down, it was already silent.

"Bastard, it's fun to break someone else's neck? Haha, it's a pity that you played many times, but others can only play on you once, which is unlucky!"

Duan Yu had always seen Zhao Ji chatting and laughing gently. When he suddenly saw his violent behavior, he was so shocked that his heart was pounding. He saw his eyes full of blood and fierce light, his chest was undulating, and his hands holding the chair legs were exposed. He was so scared that he closed his eyes and did not dare to look again. After a while, he dared to open his eyes again, but he saw that Zhao Ji was still in his position just now, and he couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Prince Duan, are you okay?"

call……

When Zhao Ji heard the call, he seemed to wake up from a dream. He vomited a breath of turbid air from his chest and said, "We have to leave, hurry up! The four evil people are coming. Let's leave this tavern quickly and don't cause disaster to this family."

As he said that, Zhao Ji bent down and pulled the little evil spirit's body. Seeing his waist bulging, he reached out and touched it and found a heavy purse. He didn't open it and threw it on the counter, then pulled Sun Sanba's body out.

Duan Yu was filled with fear when he saw that Sun Sanba died, and whispered: "Prince Duan, why are you pulling this corpse?"

"Then the third brother Yue wants to seek revenge and cannot stay here!"

Zhao Ji said without looking back. He was in a mess, but his thoughts were clear. Seeing that Sun Sanba casually killed an irrelevant ordinary person, it became more and more obvious that the four evil people were all real evil people, but they were not harmless people on paper. Although he knew that taking Sun Sanba's body was causing trouble for himself, he killed him and could not implicate innocent people. Indeed, leaving this corpse behind would cause trouble for him, but for others, it would be a disaster that would be a catastrophe for others.

Although he pulled a corpse, Zhao Ji walked quickly and walked several feet away. He remembered something and turned to Duan Yu behind him and said, "Cover the blood marks behind him with soil, and we will lead the people seeking revenge out of the town." Although a simple cover may not be able to hide the old world of the four evil people, it is always better than nothing. Perhaps after a while, Qiao Feng will come.

Duan Yu had completely lost his opinion at this time. Hearing Zhao Ji's orders, he quickly bent down to clean up the traces left by the corpse on the road.

However, at this moment, there were waves of sad and resentful woman crying in the dark night. At this time, it was already late, and thick clouds were accumulated in the sky, with no stars and moonlight, and the vision was pitch black. The crying sound was intermittent, sad and gentle, and it was inevitable that it would be strange in this night.
Chapter completed!