My Wife Is A Reborn Person, I Overheard And Found Out

After his disciple took Jing Wuming away, Zhu Bin immediately called the Cultivation Management Bureau,

"Hi, I'm Zhu Bin, the head of Xuanhuamen,"

"The red-faced Bodhisattva killer you have been hunting down is now on my Xuanhua Mountain, you should send someone over immediately,"

"Sure, very sure, quickly call all the strongest people in your bureau!"

"Of course I know the true identity of this red-faced Bodhisattva masked man, his name is——"

"Crack!"

Zhu Bin's cell phone shattered suddenly, and the sharp sword energy cut through his palm by the way,

It's Jing Wuming!

Zhu Bin turned his head and saw that Jing Wuming was already standing at the door, a puddle of blood was flowing at his feet, it is estimated that the disciple had died in his hands,

"Zhu Bin, I guessed that you would betray me!" Jing Wuming said coldly,

"Misunderstanding... Misunderstanding, brother Jing, I... I..." Zhu Bin was extremely frightened,

He knew that he would not be this Jing Wuming's opponent at all,

"Don't worry, even if you die, you won't be alone in the ground, because all the disciples of Xuanhua Sect, 943, will go there to accompany you soon!" Jing Wuming's face was full of murderous aura,

Zhu Bin immediately opened the wooden box, took out the magic pestle,

If he used the secret technique "Sky Demon Suppression" in the Suppressing Demon Pestle, he might be able to defeat Jing Wuming,

But how could Jing Wuming give him such an opportunity,

Great Wilderness Sword Art——Hundred Blades Slash,

Throwing hundreds of sword qi casually, Zhu Bin died on the spot, and the magic-suppressing pestle in his hand fell to the ground with a "Dang",

Jing Wuming picked up the magic-suppressing pestle on the ground,

The magic town pestle made a "buzzing" sound in his hand,

Jing Wuming could immediately sense that the pestle in his hand was not an ordinary thing, because it had a spirit!

Immediately, Jing Wuming walked out of the main hall and came to the martial arts arena of Xuanhuamen,

At this time, there are hundreds of disciples of Xuanhuamen sitting cross-legged in the martial arts arena,

Jing (cgfh) Wuming condensed his whole body's mana, intending to use Ten Thousand Blades to wipe out hundreds of disciples in the arena.

"Brother, why are you here?!"

A voice as beautiful as a yellow oriole suddenly sounded behind Jing Wuming,

"Don't you have to go to school today!"

Jing Wuming turned his head and saw his younger sister Jing Wuxia standing behind him, wearing a white military uniform,

Apparently, she has already joined the Xuanhua sect and became a female disciple,

Jing Wuming never expected to meet his own sister here,

Of course, his own sister doesn't know that he is a murderous killer,

In the eyes of his sister, he is just an ordinary elementary school teacher.

After being stunned for a while, Jing Wuming finally said, "Wuxia, you...why are you here? Your flower shop is closed?"

"Go! But when the business is slow, I will come here to learn a few tricks, so that I can protect myself in the future. You also know that the world has changed drastically, and no one can be relied on. Only when you become a monk can you feel safe!" Jing Wuxia said,

"This Xuanhua Sect is a lowly sect, there is nothing to learn!" Jing Wuming said, "You come here, I will give you something!"

Jing Wuming pulled Jing Wuxia to a corner, and took out a small book from the inside of his clothes, "Put it away, there are things you need inside!"

Jing Wuming wrote down the "Da Huang Jue Xin Jue" and "Da Huang Jian Jue" he realized in this notebook.

Now, Jing Wuxia got this notebook, which is his only heir,

After all, Jing Wuming also knows that his current situation is quite dangerous, Hong Sha will have zero tolerance for traitors, and he will have to hide for the rest of his life, and he will not see his sister for several years.

Therefore, he wanted to pass on his mind and sword art to her before that.

"Brother, what is this?" Jing Wuxia opened it curiously and flipped through it a few times.

"Don't read it here, put it away quickly, listen, no one is allowed to read the content here except yourself!" Jing Wuming solemnly ordered,

Jing Wuxia also felt the importance of this notebook, and stuffed it directly into her clothes,

"Also, hurry home and don't come here again!" Jing Wuming said in an orderly tone,

But Jing Wuxia hated his brother's commanding tone, "Brother, I am no longer a child, I know what I want to do, I have paid the tuition here for a year, if I don't learn anything, Wouldn't that be a loss of tuition fees, anyway—"

"Hey, brother, there is a very strange butterfly on your shoulder, the whole body is as transparent as ice, so beautiful!"

Jing Wuming looked down and saw that there was indeed an ice butterfly parked on his shoulder!

This is Yin Yushuang's Ice Butterfly!

She's probably around here!

"It's the red-faced Bodhisattva!"

A martial arts disciple suddenly shouted in astonishment,

Jing Wuming was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the other party was calling him, but he soon realized that he was not wearing that red-faced Bodhisattva mask at all.

In other words, the person who chased and killed him came! .