Iron Cross Fire

"Of course, I am only responsible for guarding you here. I don't have much power and can only let the Wen Palace Master go. But no matter what, this is better than waiting for you to die here. Right?"

When saying this, Wu Yong looked closely at Wen Chouchou, waiting for his response, with expectation in his eyes. You know, the Changsheng Palace's Yihua Jiemu is one of the most domineering skills in the world.

Especially this kind of skills can improve the speed of cultivation. Back then, when Wen Chouchou just took charge of the Changsheng Palace, his strength was only a general, but after practicing Yihua Jiemu, he broke through to the Martial Emperor in just a few months.

Speaking of which, Wu Yong coveted the secret book of "Yihua Jiemu" a few years ago, but he never had the opportunity. Naturally, he would not miss it at this time.

At the same time, Wu Yong also kept an eye on the movements outside and was extremely cautious.

After all, this is Qintianjian, not Wudang. If the matter is leaked, he will be skinned alive.

This shameless guy.

Knowing Wu Yong's intention, Wen Chouchou did not respond, but sneered and kept silent, and could not help cursing in his heart.

A scum like him without principles, still dreaming of getting the secret book of flower-transplanting and tree-transplanting?

Dream on.

"Palace Master Wen!"

Seeing that Wen Chouchou did not answer, Wu Yong was not anxious, and patiently persuaded him: "I know you don't want to hand over the secret book, but look at your situation, the secret book is not as important as your life. This is the Qintianjian. Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, without my help, it is impossible to escape!"

"Besides, once you escape and find Yue Feng, you will have a chance to rescue others. Are you just going to accept your fate?"

Hearing this, Wen Chouchou sneered and kept silent.

At this moment, Su Qingyan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help it anymore and said coldly to Wu Yong: "You are such a villain, and you want to get the secret book of Changsheng Palace. Don't be so delusional."

"Ouch?"

Hearing Su Qingyan's words, Wu Yong was not angry at all. Instead, he smiled and said: "Even when the beautiful Su is angry, she is still so beautiful."

While talking, Wu Yong looked Su Qingyan up and down.

It must be said that Su Qingyan is worthy of being the goddess of the rivers and lakes. Even though she was tied up and so embarrassed, her noble and elegant temperament was still fascinating.

Gudong!

After watching for a few seconds, Wu Yong couldn't help swallowing his saliva secretly.

Damn, if there weren't so many people here, I really want to enjoy the tenderness of this beautiful Su right away.

Feeling Wu Yong's gaze, Su Qingyan was ashamed and angry.

At this time, Sun Dasheng couldn't help it and yelled at Wu Yong: "Wu Yong, a villain like you is qualified to negotiate with Brother Wen? Go out and take a piss and look at yourself. Are you qualified to learn the secret book of Changsheng Palace?"

Damn it!

Hearing Sun Dasheng's yelling, Wu Yong's face changed and his face turned red with anger.

This Sun Dasheng is really looking for death. He is already a prisoner, but he dares to be so arrogant.

Wu Yong became more and more angry as he thought about it. He wanted to go over and teach Sun Dasheng a lesson, but he held back in the end. Today's goal is to get the secret book of grafting flowers and trees. He can bear other things.

Wu Yong thought about it. After getting the secret book, he will torture Sun Dasheng.

Having made up his mind, Wu Yong took a deep breath, calmed down, and smiled at Wen Chouchou: "Palace Master Wen, you are a smart man. You only have one chance. You must think carefully."

Huh!

At this moment, Wen Chouchou took a deep breath, without even looking at Wu Yong, and said coldly: "Get out of here. I, Wen Chouchou, act uprightly and will never do such shameless things with a villain like you."

Wen Chouchou was too lazy to say a word to a villain like Wu Yong.

Wen Chouchou knew very well that Wu Yong's words were beautiful on the surface, but people like him were not trustworthy at all.

More importantly, the flower-transplanting technique was the secret of the Changsheng Palace. Even if he died, it could not be passed on to outsiders, let alone a shameless villain like Wu Yong.

"Good, very good!"

Hearing this, Wu Yong's face flushed. At that time, he was desperate and said fiercely: "Good, Wen Chouchou, you are very principled, right? I don't believe it."

After the voice fell, Wu Yong drew out his long sword and directly pressed it against Wen Chouchou's chest: "If you don't hand over the secret book, I will give you a chill."

When the last word fell, Wu Yong's eyes were full of murderous intent.

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