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Is this really something that a casual cultivator who can break through to the middle stage of Qi training can do?

With the temperament of a casual cultivator, he might have already begun to threaten him when he refused, right?

Or maybe, when he refused, he said coldly and turned around and left?

Imagine the casual cultivator's reaction to that scene.

He Song frowned.

Chen Zhou's demeanor and actions at that time quickly flashed through his mind, and He Song raised his eyebrows.

He was really not sure whether Chen Zhou was acting at that time.

Living in an era of information explosion in his previous life, He Song knew very well that there was a kind of person who was born to be a master of acting.

Such people usually act not according to what they think in their hearts.

Instead, he mostly performs. He is usually submissive in front of others, but is extremely cold-blooded when acting in secret.

If the Chen Zhou he met was really like this, he might have been thinking about how to kill him at this moment.

in other words.

He Song is in a very dangerous situation now!

What about the friends who manage the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion?

After death, you are still a corpse.

With Chen Zhou's background as a casual cultivator, he would definitely be familiar with killing people in secret.

The high mortality rate among casual cultivators is not just because the business they engage in is more dangerous.

What's more, it's the killing of each other among the casual cultivators.

kill.

For casual practitioners, there will be no burden.

What's more, He Song had clearly offended Chen Zhou at that time.

If it were He Song, when someone completely offended him, he would choose to strike first.

With such thoughts flashing through his mind, He Song felt his scalp numb and a chill suddenly appeared on his back.

The bad feeling in his heart became stronger and stronger, but He Song's expression remained unchanged.

But after thinking about it, I quickly stopped practicing.

He stood up and held a thick earth talisman between his fingers to ensure his safety at this moment.

Then the door was opened.

Walk towards the door.

We can't stay in this house!

I can follow the route Chen Zhou left to find him.

Could he have been hiding in the dark to observe himself, and then found the location of his home along the route he walked?

Faced with a casual cultivator who makes a living by licking blood from his knife, it would be difficult for a cultivator like He Song to resist.

With this thought, He Song's steps became faster and faster.

When he came outside the house and was on the busy street, He Song's mood calmed down a little.

But the thick earth talisman held between the fingers has not relaxed at all, and is still in a state that can be activated at any time.

Walking on the streets.

He Song walked towards the location of Wei Fan's home without thinking.

He is not alone.

After working hard for so many years in Zhushan Xianfang, He Song also has a backstage and connections in Zhushan Xianfang.

There is a crisis at this moment.

He doesn't have the ability to solve it yet.

Then you must go to the backstage.

He Song is not one of those people who insists on saving face and suffering.

If you don’t find a backend, you have to solve it yourself.

That would be too dangerous. If you are not careful, you may lose everything.

He is different from others. Others will die when they die. Anyway, he is a good man again after eighteen years.

He Song is an immortal. If he really dies, his intestines will turn green with regret.

Therefore, in He Song's dictionary.

It's best not to offend someone if you can. If you really offend someone, you must kill him with one strike.

If you can't do it yourself, it's better not to do it yourself. If you have to do it yourself, then crush the opponent to ashes and don't give him a chance to come back.

If you can cut the grass and remove the roots, then you must cut the grass and remove the roots.

In short, you can't leave yourself any trouble.

Your own life is precious.

soon.

He Song came to Wei Fan's home.

Wei Fan was resting today and was not on duty at Lingjian Pavilion.

Seeing He Song arriving, Wei Fan was overjoyed and personally welcomed He Song into the hospital and took him with him to the attic where they used to drink tea together.

The two sat down facing each other on the attic, and Wei Fan spoke at the right time.

"Fellow Taoist, I haven't been here for a long time. It's boring for me to live alone in this courtyard." Wei Fan shook his head and said after passing a cup of tea to He Song.

Since He Song moved away from him three years ago, he has returned to his original boring life.

Without He Song here, he still misses that time a little.

Although the outside world was a bit more dangerous at that time.

But He Song lived with him and got along well with him, and he could have a drink with his friends in his free time.

Unfortunately, after He Song moved away three years ago, he never felt the same again.

He Song came to visit today, so he naturally wanted to say a few words.

"Brother Wei, I'm here to beg you for help." He Song took a sip of the tea handed over by Wei Fan, and a hint of helplessness flashed in He Song's eyes.

In the past three years, Wei Fan would invite himself again to continue living here during every monthly gathering.

But He Song never agreed once.

Now that he had no choice but to come to the door again, he didn't expect Wei Fan to say the same thing.

This made him a little embarrassed to refuse.

However, when I came to visit today, I really had something important to do, so I had better explain my matter clearly to Wei Fan first and see if he could do anything before making any plans.

"Oh? Help? Fellow Taoist is so cautious and never does evil to others. Is it possible that there are monks who want to bully you?"

Wei Fan was shocked when he heard He Song's words, and a light flashed in his eyes. However, after looking for a long time, he didn't find that He Song was missing any arms or legs.

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Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but cast doubt on He Song's face.

At the same time, Wei Fan also felt a trace of anger in his heart.

He Songnai is his good friend.

In addition, He Song was usually cautious and never took the initiative to offend anyone.

If he was bullied in the Immortal Workshop, where would he put his face as a late-stage Qi-training monk?

For a moment, Wei Fan's chest ignited with passion.

Could it be that, as a late-stage Qi-training monk who has never made a move since his breakthrough to the late-stage Qi-training stage, is he really going to take action today?

Under the excitement of his mood, the spiritual pressure in his body that was specific to the late stage of Qi training also fluctuated slightly at this moment.

This is the fluctuation caused by severe emotional fluctuations that affect the spiritual power in the body.

The spiritual pressure in the late stage of Qi training fluctuates slightly, but it is not an unbearable burden for He Song, a monk in the middle stage of Qi training.

On the contrary, He Song only felt the breeze blowing on his face at this moment, but there was a hint of warmth in his heart.

"That's not true. It's my fault for this matter, but now that the situation is settled, I can only ask for your help." After He Song considered it, he quickly told Wei Fan what happened to him.

Start by breaking through the middle stage of Qi training.

Later, when he went to the Spiritual Medicine Pavilion to look for Zhao Lin, Zhao Lin easily allocated two acres of spiritual land for him.

And he met Chen Zhou at the spiritual field, and Chen Zhou wanted to exchange ten spiritual stones for the spiritual field.

Later, he entrusted Zhao Lin to find out the details of Chen Zhou. Zhao Lin told him the truth and wrote his guess on the paper crane.

In the end, He Song had to come to Wei Fan for help when he was worried about Chen Zhou's identity.

After everything was said, He Song took a sip from the teacup and moistened his throat.