Mage with knife

"A boy and a girl. The girl is the daughter of the high priest of the Glorious Cult. The boy's name is Frank. He is a saint and is also my nominal master..."

Come on! Dick finally understood that it was his old 'friend', Frank, who was still evil-minded.

Back then, he bribed the dynasty and led him to an island on the sea to plot against him. That time, he failed to plot against Dick, but plotted against Frank's old mistress, Elder Crescent Moon, to death (and was buried in the mouth of a sea fish). That time, Frank

If it weren't for the two teleportation magic talismans, he himself might have been doomed.

That time, Dick heard Amei mention that some of Frank's concubines were indeed the daughters of the high priest of the Glorious Religion.

What surprised Dick the most was that just a few years later, Frank was actually a saint. Isn't this cultivation speed too fast?

"Okay, continue to tell me all the spies you know about the Glorious Religion here, and then I will let you go."

"Really!" Lampard's eyes lit up instantly.

"If I speak, Dick, I will make a promise worth a thousand dollars."

Lampard did a lot of tricking this time. He poured beans out of the bamboo tube and revealed more than 30 excellent believers who were protected by him.

"Gerald, take someone to arrest him," Dick ordered.

"Yes!" Gerrard was dazed, as if he had watched a big show. This stupid Lampard actually hid so much and completely treated himself like a fool. Where is the good brother he promised?

"Okay, Lampard, you don't have to wait for the results of the interrogation, you can leave now."

"Thank you City Lord!" Lampard couldn't express the feeling in his heart. He was abandoned by the cult. If Dick let him go, where else could he go in the future?

Dick was right when he said something. With his strength, he didn't even have a natural artistic conception. Wherever he went, he was one of those people with poor fighting ability.

"Okay, you don't like the stupid dog that you are ready to abandon. I have helped you get rid of it. Frank, we are all old friends. Now that you are here, why don't you come out for a drink?"

"Dick, you are still so confident." Frank appeared, "You can fool that idiot Lampard, but you can't fool me. The two demigods from the Holy Island are still on the Holy Island, and the three holy-level senior magisters are also

Still on the Holy Island. You have no help at all, right? Haha!"

"Frank, where is your helping hand? It can't be your mistress's father, right? The high priest of the Glorious Religion is a high-level saint, right? He would really risk coming to the Snow people for your personal enmity.

Territory?

Not sure, you can trick your mistress into two teleportation magic talismans produced by the Glorious God Religion. You are a very powerful man.

Oh, or the third-ranking saint of the Bourbon Cult? It is said that that woman is so infatuated that she went to Mount Everlasting to have a private meeting with you. Maybe for your sake, she will also ask some powerful figure from the Bourbon Cult to help.

Are you taking it out on yourself?

Frank, actually, I really admire you. You are really good at playing with women. If you have time, you should really teach me more. I am always envious of you for being able to pick up so many important women.

…”

Dick has a bad mouth and talks endlessly.

"Shut up!" Frank couldn't keep his temper for some reason when he saw Dick.

"Okay, Frank, you can't count on yourself anyway. You know your own level of strength. Hurry up, whoever the mistress hired to help you, please come out. You are a piece of trash. Apart from picking up girls, you can do nothing.

I don’t have the ability...just go away!" Dick waved his hand disdainfully.

"You..." Frank's lungs almost exploded with anger.

"What a sharp mouth!" An old man in white robe appeared.

"Not a demigod? Damn it!" Dick looked disappointed when he saw the old man in white robe.

"Dick, I already know the inside story of the Holy Island very clearly. Don't pretend to be calm and bluff..." Frank said.

"Frank, I've told you that you idiot has no ability except to pick up girls, but you still don't believe it. With your IQ, you still managed to trick me, haha!" Dick laughed, "It took all the hard work, you

Just find a high-level saint."

"Dick, is it possible that I am not worthy of being your opponent?" The old man in white robe felt something was wrong in his heart. Is Dick really bluffing? This is the territory of the Snow people, and there are two Snow demigods here.

"Frank, it seems that you have hooked up with a woman who can enter and exit the Holy Island. I think about it, there are not many women who can enter and exit the Holy Island... Oh, I remembered, a high-level potion on the Holy Island

Teacher Delia.

Isn't it? Delia is an old woman of over 300 years old, and she has a bad look on her face. Frank, you won't let this go? I wiped it! Frank, I wrote you a big word "submit", how do you deal with women?

, it’s really not good for meat and vegetables.

It's a pity that Granny Delia is also very old. It's rare for a man to fall in love with you. You actually betrayed her on such an occasion. Hey! You are really a heartless man..."

There are indeed only a handful of women on the Holy Island. It can’t be Luo Xue, Betty and Bess, right? No matter how low-level pharmacists, spiritual wine masters, formation masters, the Holy Island is not without women. However, these majors with intermediate cultivation levels

Technical talents are not qualified to enter and leave the Holy Island at will.

"Dick!" The old man in white robe was impatient.

"What are you doing? Old man, you are going to die, so stop interrupting!"

"Really?" The old man in white robe was so angry at Dick.

Whoosh! Poof!

A short sword pierced the heart of the old man in white robe, and half of his body was instantly cut off by the powerful internal force. The upper half of the old man in white robe still had an incredible expression on his face.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time, smoke came out from Frank's side, and no one was there.

"Son of a bitch!" Dick's seven-star giant transformation attack also failed, "Don't you need money for the teleportation magic talisman? This bastard still has it!"

"Dick! Thanks, haha!" The man in black who killed the old man in white robe smiled and said to Dick, why? The old man in white robe's space bag belongs to him. The space bag of a holy-level high-level dead ghost must have gained a lot.

Rich.

Once you reach the holy level, cultivation resources are in short supply.

"Senior Brother Inzaghi, it's me who thanks you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to deal with the high-level saint." To be honest, this is the first time Dick has seen this saint Inzaghi take action.

A mysterious high-level saint warrior, a master assassin of the dark type. This saint is the most mysterious on the Holy Island, and few people know his whereabouts.

If Dick Tobarty hadn't insisted on asking this senior brother to take action, I'm afraid Dick wouldn't have known this senior brother's true ability.

"Is there anything going on with old Peter?" Inzaghi asked.

"No, since the Glorious God Religion is a personal vendetta led by Frank this time, and the target is me, it will not be interested in old Peter."

"Dick, you have guessed it a long time ago?" Inzaghi asked curiously.

"It doesn't count. It's just that I only have a few enemies. My situation is generally not a secret. If you want to deal with me, the person who wants to deal with me must be a high-level saint. I think that the strong demigods will not attack me.

Such a little shrimp is interested."