Rural Friends Circle

"At your age, you can open the second door of the earth realm. I believe it is from a hidden martial arts sect. It is fate that we can meet in the mortal world. I also understand what happened today. You stay in the police station for a while. I will get you out." Shangguan Jiaqian looked at Tang Feng and spoke first.

The second door of the earth realm, what is that? What is a hidden martial arts sect? Hearing the woman's chattering, Tang Feng was a little confused.

Fortunately, he was also a smart man and did not show his curiosity.

Through Yue Lao, he had some understanding of the earth, which is the earth star in the mouth of the fairy world. Now through this woman's words, he can more or less guess that the so-called second door of the earth realm should be a realm of cultivation, and the martial arts sect should be the cultivation sect on the earth star.

Earlier, he thought that there were no practitioners on the Earth Star abandoned by the immortals. Now, it seems that after so many years, there are still some practitioners on this planet, but these practitioners don’t seem to be doing well.

He has only been practicing for a week, and he has already opened the second door of the Earth Realm. But as for this woman, they are already considered little geniuses when they open the second door in their twenties. Comparing the two, we can roughly judge how miserable the practitioners on Earth Star are now.

"I appreciate your kindness." No matter what the origin of this woman is, he doesn't want to owe her a favor, and he is also very sure that he can walk out of here. After all, the most difficult thing to repay in this world is the debt of favor.

Being rejected by Tang Feng, Shangguan Jiaqian was stunned for a moment, looking at Tang Feng with her beautiful eyes, feeling a little annoyed. This guy really doesn't know how to be humorous. She wanted to help him with good intentions, but he didn't appreciate it at all. After all, we are all martial artists, walking in the mortal world, shouldn't we help each other?

"You... you are not going to kill your way out of here?" Then, she thought of something, frowned, stared at Tang Feng, and asked unsurely.

The martial artist who opened the second door of the earth realm has a body power that is beyond the scope of mortals. If such a person attacks recklessly, the police in the Pingyang City Police Department will only be slaughtered obediently.

No, I absolutely cannot let such a thing happen in front of me. I must persuade this guy.

"Tang Feng, martial artists above the second level of the Earth Realm are not allowed to attack in the mortal world. If you kill mortals, you will violate the rules set by martial artists a hundred years ago. At that time, even your sect will not be able to protect you."

What bullshit rules, what does it have to do with me? I am not a martial artist, I am a demon cultivator. Hearing the words of the woman opposite, Tang Feng snorted in disdain and smacked his lips.

"You can rest assured, I still want to stay in the mortal world. As long as no one violates my bottom line, I will not kill anyone."

Although he now has the ability to deprive others of their lives, he is just an ordinary person after all. In his heart, he still has some respect for life. If no one is forcing him to death, or if someone wants to hurt his family, he will not kill people himself.

Hearing Tang Feng's words, Shangguan Jiaqian breathed a sigh of relief, but before she could finish her breath, Tang Feng's next words made her heart hang again.

"If people do something wrong, they should be punished. Fu Xuehai and Cao Yang should be punished." The cold voice was without any emotion and there was no room for negotiation.

"What do you want to do?" Shangguan Jiaqian stared at Tang Feng and asked word by word.

What do I want to do? You are not my wife, why should I tell you? He did not answer Shangguan Jiaqian's question, but looked at the five scum in the corner, pursed his lips and said, "You should get these scum away quickly. I can't help but want to kill them when I see them."

The five prisoners in the corner curled up and squeezed together tremblingly. When Tang Feng's eyes swept over, these guys couldn't help but shrink their necks, and their burly bodies were shaking.

Shangguan Jiaqian glanced at the five prisoners, her eyes full of disgust. I don't know if Cao Yang's brain was kicked by a donkey. He actually found five scums to deal with a martial artist who opened the double door.

When Shangguan Jiaqian left the cell, she was in a bad mood and had the urge to beat someone up. She was kind enough to help, but in the end, she was ignored by the bastard inside.

Standing in the corridor, looking at the iron door of the cell, she bit her silver teeth lightly and pouted angrily, saying, "We will meet again in the future. I don't believe that you will never ask me for help."

At this time, in the cell, Tang Feng sat in the corner with his legs crossed, whistling comfortably, completely unaware that he had been remembered by a witch-like woman.

In the following time, no one came to harass him again, but no one brought him food, as if he had been forgotten by others. There was no way. When it was getting dark, he could only take out the fairyland weed hidden on his body and swallow it in one gulp.

The fairy weeds entered his stomach, and soon, the air flow surged in his body, and the original hunger completely disappeared without a trace. After the trace of fairy air was absorbed by the body, he could obviously I feel that the power in my body seems to be a little stronger again.

Although fairy weed is a good thing, if you eat too much of it, it will have no effect. The effect of taking fairy weed this time is obviously much worse than before.

Looking towards the outside of the iron fence, the sky was gradually getting dark. The night was dark and windy, and the fire was high. The wonderful night finally arrived. Of course, the beauty of this night belonged to Fu Xuehai and Cao Yang.

The Fu family has a fifty-year-old small building. Although the small building looks a bit old, it gives people a sense of deep historical accumulation, calm and without any exaggeration.

At this time, in the Fu family kitchen, Fu Xuehai, who had just eaten with the leaders of the court and procuratorate, was hiding here, grabbing the food in front of him and stuffing it into his mouth like a starving ghost. .

Oil stains stained his snow-white shirt, but he had no idea that his dirty big hands were holding a roast chicken in his left hand and a pig's trotter in his right hand, and he was gnawing on them, even though his mouth was already full of food. He was stuffed with food, but he had no intention of stopping.