One-click Practice for Millions of Levels

"What's wrong?" Yatian looked at the door closed by Jiang Zhou, scratched his head in confusion, and then said: "Forget it, since the eldest brother is safe and sound, then there is nothing wrong, I will go back to sleep."

After speaking, Yatian returned to his room and closed the door with a bang.

However, Jiang Zhou was standing by the bed at this time, looking at the already tattered pillows and bedding, feeling distressed for a while, but there was no choice but to take out a new set of replacements, and muttered: It’s a brand-new bedding. It’s just broken. Grandma’s leg. If you let me catch you, you will pay me the price! I will clean you up and let you know how the stitches come. Not easy."

After finishing the cleaning, Jiang Zhou lay depressed on the bed. He was still heartbroken. He was still heartbroken. Xueyu Longxi also hit the door with something wrong, Jiang Zhou decided to count all of this on the killer.

"Sleep!" Jiang Zhou put the quilt on his body and turned around to force himself to sleep, but he couldn't help but feel broken.

"Hey, assassinated my young master, do you still want to leave?"

The killer who was walking through the woods and preparing to return to Hu Mansion suddenly heard an old voice.

"Who?" The killer stopped in a sudden stop. With his speed, ordinary people could not catch up. Moreover, with a high level of cultivation, he couldn't even feel who was talking. He was surprised and looked around and said vigilantly: "Who is where? Come out quickly! Don't pretend to be a fool to scare people!"

"Hahaha, do you think I will be like you, only knowing to assassinate secretly, but dare not show my true colors?" I saw an old man in white chuckling, walking out from behind the tree, watching the assassin speak lightly.

"Old man, I have no grievances with you, why did you stop me?" The killer stared at the white-clothed old man, and an illusory voice sounded.

"No enmity or enmity? You and I have no enmity or enmity, but you assassinated my young master, so you must leave something to leave today!" The white-clothed old man looked at the killer with a calm tone, standing with his hands behind his back. There.

"Your young master? Who is your young master and when did I assassinate him?" The killer asked several questions one after another, indicating that he was also confused.

"My young master is Jiang Zhou... just assassinated him, have you forgotten?" the white-clothed old man replied.

"Impossible, don't lie to others, Jiang Zhou is an orphan now, and his parents have been killed by the Flame Sect. Even if his parents are there, they are just poor people, how could he be called a young master?" The killer said disdainfully Suddenly thought of something general, looked at the white-clothed old man in shock and asked: "He is Qin Shisheng's righteous son, are you from the Qin family?"

"Ha ha ha." The white-clothed old man chuckled, and then said: "Qin family? Qin Shisheng recognized my young master as a righteous son because he has climbed high, and your vision will stay here."

"No? Then you are going to tell me, who is Jiang Zhou's young master?" The killer looked at the white-clothed old man, his tone gradually changed, "You won't be bluffing here, let me tell you, you can deceive me. No good end!"

"Who's young master... You don't deserve to know, but you may not have a good ending today." The white-clothed old man said lightly.

"Threatening me?" The killer drew his bow and arrow directly, pointed at the white-clothed old man, and shouted: "Since you don't want to give way, then you go to die!"

I saw the assassin condensed an arrow with his spiritual energy and shot it straight at the white-clothed old man. The special sharp arrow he brought out had been used up when he assassinated Jiang Zhou, and now his mood was extremely irritable.

Whoosh! There was a sound of breaking through the air from the aura and arrow, and went straight to the door of the old man in white.

"Huh! Little bugs." The old man in white snorted coldly, and raised a finger directly on the oncoming arrow.

puff! The sharp arrow formed by the condensed aura broke directly, but the white-clothed old man's fingers were safe and sound.

"How is it possible?" The killer was shocked, and once again he took the bow, condensing three aura and sharp arrows, moving his fingers together, shooting at the white-clothed old man.

"Do you still want to resist? Ignorance." The old man in white looked at the killer's movements and the sharp arrow shot, his tone was still calm, and then he snorted coldly.

Puff puff! The three aura arrows shattered directly and dissipated in the air.

Seeing that the white-clothed old man didn't even move his fingers this time, he broke his three sharp arrows, and the assassin's heart became more shocked, and a feeling of powerlessness spread from his heart.

"Why? Don't want to resist?" The white-clothed old man looked at the killer and said, "I told you a while ago, you have to leave something today."

"Oh, the fool stayed!" The killer sneered and turned to run.

"Want to run?" The old man in white saw the killer turned his head and ran away. He didn't move his feet, just stretched out a hand and shook it slightly.

"Ah!" The escaping killer screamed, only feeling a burst of pressure from his body, and he could no longer move.

The old man in white raised his hand, and the assassin floated in mid-air, floating back towards him.

"Do you still want to run?" The old man in white looked at the killer floating in front of him and asked faintly.

"No, don't run away." The killer stammered. He was so strong that the white-clothed old man grabbed it with one hand, and the heart to escape instantly disappeared. Knowing that he could not run away, he accepted his fate. Normally said: "I know I can't run anymore. If I want to kill, I have to kill you."

"Hahaha, it's a tough guy." The white-clothed old man chuckled lightly, and then said: "Nian is because you are also instigated by others, and my young master has not been harmed. Today, I am not embarrassed by you. I will leave you with a right arm. As punishment, do you have an opinion?"

"Huh? A whole right arm?" The killer repeated in shock.

"Why? Do you have an opinion? If you don't agree, you can crush you and bury you in the soil." The white-clothed old man looked at the killer and said, his tone was still dull and unchanged.

"No, no, no opinion." The assassin shook his head quickly, with an arm and a life. It doesn't take too much to give up that, and the assassin fully believed that the white-clothed old man had the strength to crush him and bury him in the soil.

"That's good...The old man will do it." The white-clothed old man raised his other hand and pointed lightly at the killer's right arm.

The assassin only felt a burst of pain on his right arm, and the pressure was getting heavier. Then a cloud of blood mist burst out with a bang, and the entire right arm disappeared from the shoulder.

"Ah!" As soon as the white-clothed old man let go, the assassin fell to the ground, clutching his right shoulder and couldn't help yelling, lying on the ground and rolling nonstop.

"Today I just teach you some lessons to let you know that there are some people you can't afford. Even if you slap you in the face, you can only suffer. If you try to resist, you will not end well. Go back and tell your Patriarch, Jiang Zhou. You didn't cause it, so don't worry about it." The white-clothed old man disappeared as soon as he flashed his body.