Although Ning Zimo repeatedly offered to go and test the reality of this five-story residential building, Chu Chen refused.
He was worried that Ning Zimo would lose control when he saw Yang Xiaojin. If the other party used Yang Xiaojin to blackmail Ning Zimo, Ning Zimo would definitely lose control.
What's more, Ning Zimo doesn't know the magic of Qi Sect. This residential building is full of poisons from the Witch God Sect. Ning Zimo may not be able to come here quietly without alerting anyone.
Chu Chen's figure came to the fourth floor in a brisk manner.
There are several rooms on the fourth floor, where the disciples of the Witch God Sect sleep, but Chu Chen doesn't bother them.
When he arrived on the third floor, Chu Chen immediately noticed a familiar aura.
"It turned out to be him."
Chu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, "No wonder the people of Wushen Sect are so cautious."
Chu Chen noticed Wu Xin's aura.
Wu Xin had just been defeated by him, so it was normal to avoid him from a distance.
Soon, Chu Chen discovered Yang Xiaojin sleeping soundly from another room.
Chu Chen also felt relieved. Yang Xiaojin's condition was similar to when he first met Yang Xiaojin, and she was not harmed in any way.
When Chu Chen's figure appeared at the stairs on the second floor, his eyes became a little cold.
He saw the tied old couple, huddled in the corner, not sleepy at all, their expressions full of fear.
On the sofa not far in front of the old couple, Song Qingpeng's snoring could be heard.
Chu Chen quickly had a clear picture of the entire house.
"There is no innate master."
Chu Chen sent a message to Ning Zimo, "Put on Miss Xiao's sachet and within three minutes, take control of the second floor of this house and let Miss Xiao hide first."
After Chu Chen's message was sent, he immediately received a reply from Ning Zimo, "Okay."
Chu Chen quietly returned to the third floor, pushed the door open and entered the room where Yang Xiaojin was.
Time passed by minute by minute.
A minute later, there was an unusual noise from the first floor of the house.
On the second floor, Song Qingpeng suddenly woke up and exclaimed, "What's going on?"
Before Song Qingpeng could pick up the dagger from the coffee table, Ning Zimo's figure had already appeared at the stairs on the second floor.
The task Chu Chen gave him was to control the second floor.
He didn't hide his tracks and barged in openly.
Naturally, the strength of the innate warriors cannot be blocked by these Wushen Sect members. Moreover, with Xiao Lang's sachet, the poisons of the Wushen Sect have no chance to attack Ning Zimo.
"who are you?"
Song Qingpeng looked panicked.
Ning Zimo also saw the old couple huddled in the corner, staring at Song Qingpeng coldly, "Things worse than animals."
Song Qingpeng suddenly gritted his teeth, waved the dagger in his hand and rushed towards Ning Zimo.
Ning Zimo's eyes flashed with disdain, and he stretched out his hand, grabbed the dagger, and kicked it out. Song Qingpeng's body flew out and hit the TV in the living room. He screamed in pain,
It fell to the ground with a loud bang, and the TV set also fell down, hitting Song Qingpeng's body.
Ning Zimo didn't look at Song Qingpeng again. He immediately walked up to the old couple and untied the rope that tied them up. "Old man, I've frightened you."
The two old people felt as if they were in a dream. Today, a group of people suddenly broke into the house, tied them up, and threw them in a corner. The two old people were very frightened. They even had the feeling that these vicious people were
Maybe they will kill someone and silence them.
Unexpectedly, someone came to rescue them in the middle of the night.
The two old men were speechless for a moment.
Ning Zimo helped the two old people sit down on the sofa.
At this time, a chaotic sound of footsteps came.
Someone rushed up to the first floor, and someone rushed down from the third floor... "Be careful."
The old man was anxious, his face was pale, and his whole body was trembling.
"Don't worry, old man. These people only dare to bully the old man, and none of them can beat them."
Ning Zimo comforted the two old men and then stepped forward.
Before these wizard disciples could use poison to scare the old man, Ning Zimo took action decisively.
There was no sloppiness in the slightest, and the moves were decisive and ruthless.
One by one, the wizard disciples fell to the ground.
Song Qingpeng had already gotten up, looking at Ning Zimo's back with fear on his face. Suddenly, Song Qingpeng's eyes fell on the two old people, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
Song Qingpeng quickly rushed towards the two old men.
Phew! Ning Zimo hit a wizard disciple with one punch, grabbed the wizard disciple, and threw him at Song Qingpeng... "Senior Brother Zhang!"
Song Qingpeng's eyes widened and he yelled.
Bang! The two figures collided hard.
Song Qingpeng fell again. This time it was much heavier than the previous time. Zhang Si's weight was not light to begin with. Coupled with the momentum of being thrown by Ning Zimo, Song Qingpeng fell to the ground in several places.
There was the sound of bones breaking.
Song Qingpeng and Zhang Si screamed in pain at the same time.
After a while, Zhang Si came to his senses and got up, "It's not my fault."
Zhang Si glanced in Ning Zimo's direction and his legs went weak, "I'm broken."
Zhang Si fell to the ground, wailing and screaming in more pain than Song Qingpeng.
From Ning Zimo's appearance to Song Qingpeng's collapse, it only took three to five minutes.
The power of the innate warrior made these disciples of the Witch God Sect despair.
Wu Xin opened the door and came out. He did not go down to the second floor, but walked straight to a room.
His face was gloomy, and he knew in his heart that there was only one person who could attack this place at night...Chu Chen.
As expected, Song Qingpeng lured Chu Chen over.
Wu Xin wanted to slap Song Qingpeng dozens of times.
It would be great if Song Qingpeng came back tomorrow and everything was in his script.
"Damn things, more than enough success, more than failure."
Wu Xin concluded that the person on the second floor was Chu Chen. While ordering people to go downstairs to deal with Chu Chen, he walked to Yang Xiaojin's room and opened the door directly. "Now that things have come to a point, we can only take people out of here first."
Wu Xin couldn't help but curse again.
He didn't have much confidence that he could escape with Yang Xiaojin.
The room lights are turned on.
Wu Xin was stunned for a moment.
A chill instantly surged from the soles of my feet to my forehead.
Chu Chen! Wu Xin was so horrified that he turned around and ran away without any hesitation.
He knew Chu Chen's strength very well. If Chu Chen was in the room, he would not be able to take away Yang Xiaojin.
"Xiao Mo, take him down!"
When Chu Chen walked out, he saw Wu Xin rushing down to the second floor and immediately shouted.
Wu Xin looked up and saw a young man walking towards him. He immediately snorted coldly. He couldn't defeat the monster Chu Chen. How could he defeat a young man who walked out casually?
Wu Xin directly controlled the poison, and the spiritual snakes flew towards Ning Zimo. Before they got within three meters of Ning Zimo, the poisonous snakes fell to the ground and retreated one after another.
"He even carries a spirit-expelling talisman."
Wu Xin is not afraid. He is a dignified elder of the Wushen Sect. In terms of strength alone, he can definitely crush the young man in front of him.
