"Why didn't that palm work for him just now?"

The monk and the woman came to the woods outside the imperial city in a flash. Although this area is between Xiyun Palace and the imperial city, no one is interested in it.

The monk looked at the woman and smiled and said, "What realm are you, what level is that kid? How can you compare? Your palm will not cause much damage at all. At most, you will cough after being hit by your palm."

The woman thought he was laughing at her and turned around and looked out of the woods with disdain.

"I don't know when I will arrive. I'm about to hold a sect competition. If I can't successfully penetrate it, I'm afraid there will be no better chance."

The woman wrapped her hands in front of her chest and muttered.

The monk sat on the ground, crossed his legs in front of his abdomen, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and vomited black blood.

The woman was startled: "You?"

The monk's expression was a little painful: "This kid's realm is the king of qi. I didn't expect that his skills were so profound, especially his boxing skills..."

He said as black blood oozed out of the corner of his mouth, and the woman was curious just now why the boy's boxing technique was so powerful.

"What kind of boxing technique does he do?"

The monk used his qi to heal his wounds for a moment, and finally suppressed the pain in his body.

"Tiger-shaped Dragon Idiot! This is the unique skill of Xuantian Sect. I didn't expect him to use it so domineeringly. If I continued to fight with him just now, I'm afraid who will die in the end is still unknown."

When the woman heard the monk talking about the name of this boxing technique, she suddenly felt dizzy and almost stopped. She held the big tree beside her.

The eyes were turbid.

The monk looked at her expression and then laughed: "Why? I was scared?"

The woman didn't say much, and sporadic fragments kept flashing in her mind, but the contents of the fragments could not be seen clearly, and they all looked blurry.

"What's wrong with me?"

Seeing that something was wrong with her, the monk stood up quickly: "Hey! Hey!"

He kept shaking the woman, but the woman just felt dizzy and couldn't stand steadily, and she staggered and fell down.

The monk helped the woman to the big tree and asked her to rest for a while.

"I really don't know why I asked me to take you with me before I sat down? It's such a burden."

The monk talked to himself, slowly speaking, his eyes were on the woman's shoulders and cheeks, and his crooked mouth suddenly smiled sinisterly: "This is a pretty outstanding appearance, so let me enjoy it first!"

So he slowly came to the woman and wanted to untie her clothes. At this time, three flying blades suddenly flew out of the woods and flew straight towards the monk.

The monk's ears shook, and he felt something was wrong. He put three flying blades on his side and inserted them into the trunk beside him.

"This is?"

He hurriedly leaned forward to the right, turned his head and saw a man wearing armor and a golden mask slowly walking towards him.

"Sir, please see the Lord Shun!"

It turned out to be the seat of Haotian Pavilion. He walked to the monk's side, and a hurricane struck the monk's right cheek. The monk who fell down in response to the sound was firmly fixed by Linshen, with bruises left on his face and a part of the black blood from the corner of his mouth.

The monk sat on the ground, looking at the sitting in front of him with extreme fear, and didn't dare to breathe.

"If you asked you to do things, you actually teased your fellow disciples. If the ancestor Haotian was not extremely short of people now, you would have died long ago!"

Linshu looked carefully at the woman leaning against the tree. Seeing that she was not hurt, she turned around and squatted down to look at the monk and continued, "Now the master of the academy has sent Zhou Tian and Su Xinghe to patrol and guard the imperial city. If you can't complete the task I assigned you, don't blame me for being polite!"

The monk was so scared that he hurriedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Just before sitting down, the little one knows the mistake, the little one knows the mistake!"

"But...but, but the young man had already fought with them just now. I'm not Zhou Tian's opponent at all. If I go again, I'm afraid I can't finish it!"

The monk curled up in fear and did not dare to look directly at the sitting eyes.

"Seeing your unpromising appearance, a young man who is only twenty years old makes you afraid of being like this. No wonder the ancestor Haotian suffered repeated setbacks, because of you trash!"

The tone of speaking before sitting down made the monk feel more and more terrifying.

"The soul-devouring energy in Zhou Tian's body must be obtained by the ancestor Haotian. No matter what method you use, you must bring Zhou Tian to me. It is not convenient for me to show up. If it is convenient, do you think I will send you there? If it is the last chance, don't come back!"

The monk knew that Linju said this, which was already an ultimatum. If he did not complete it, he might not have lived long, so he replied tremblingly, "I must do my best, and this time I will not disappoint Linju!"

Before sitting down, he stood up slowly and took out a petal of unknown flower from his pocket.

"Eating this petal can increase your skills, but it cannot last too long. At most ten hours. After ten hours, if you keep Zhou Tian in front of me, you can be saved!"

"But if you want to run, or fail to meet my requirements in the end, you will die! You can do it yourself!"

After saying that, he turned around and turned into a group of crows and disappeared.

The monk looked at the petal in his hand and swallowed it with his eyes closed, because he knew that even if he didn't eat the petal, he might not live too long.

After swallowing the petals, less than half an hour, the monk's eyes turned blood-red, and there was endless power all over his body.

I swept away the wooden stick casually, and almost swept the ground out like a cliff.

The monk looked at the wooden stick in his hand and laughed: "Hahahaha, I didn't expect that the power of this petal is so great, Zhou Tian! Today is your death date!"

Then he carried the woman beside the big tree with confidence and walked out of the woods.

At this time, Zhou Tian and Su Xinghe, who were in the imperial city, came to a clinic. The soldier looked at him without saying anything.

Su Xinghe placed Zhou Tianping on the bed in the clinic, and then said to the soldier: "Thank you, please ask me what your name is. When we go back, let me explain to my master."

But no matter what Su Xinghe said, the soldier just kept silent. In the end, the soldier opened his mouth and found that half of his tongue was cut off. He probably wouldn't be able to speak any more in his life.

Seeing this, Su Xinghe bowed and nodded, and wanted to give the soldiers some money, but the soldiers waved and said they would not want it, and left the clinic in a flash.

"Doctor, how is he?"

Su Xinghe asked the doctor anxiously.

The doctor carefully took Zhou Tian's pulse, and then said to Su Xinghe with a serious expression: "It should not be a big problem. Just pay more attention to rest. In addition, there is an unknown gas in his body, so he can use it well. Otherwise, if he encounters such a thing next time, no one will be able to turn the world back."

When Su Xinghe heard the doctor say this, he didn't know whether to be happy or sad. He looked at Zhou Tian's eyes, shook his head, and sighed, "Thirteen, I didn't expect you to be so strong. I hope your body will continue to improve in the future so that you can better inherit the Master's skills."

Su Xinghe's expression of talking to himself made Zhou Tian, ​​who was lying on the bed, want to cry and laugh.

"You have to rest. This is the doctor's clinic just now. He has agreed that we will stay here for the time being. Anyway, the street markets in the imperial city are not peaceful recently."

Zhou Tian was puzzled by what Su Xinghe said. He hurriedly lifted the quilt and stood up, which scared Su Xinghe.

"You, why did you stand up? You didn't hear what the doctor said, so you should pay more attention to rest." Su Xinghe taught Zhou Tian a lesson like a lesson for the children, making Zhou Tian feel uncomfortable.

"I stood up to pass the test of Master. It doesn't matter. I want to cook for the rest of my life in the academy, but I am different. I must complete the task smoothly and then participate in the annual formal competition."

Zhou Tian was determined and had no hesitation at all, which made Su Xinghe muster up the courage, but Zhou Tian's body could no longer bear it. If he went to patrol and guard immediately, it would definitely not work.

"Thirteenth, of course, the Master's mission must be done well, but your body does not allow it. In my opinion, there are still two days before the competition. You can rest until tomorrow afternoon. If nothing happens, we can go back!"

After hearing this, Zhou Tian felt something was right, so he lay back and said to himself: "This time I can participate in the competition between sects, not only to see how strong I am, but also to see my faintness. It is wonderful every time I think of it."

After Zhou Tian finished speaking, the clinic suddenly felt silent.

"Old Su! Why are you not talking anymore and falling asleep?"

So he turned his head and saw that what surprised him was that the monk actually returned and took Su Xinghe hostage. According to the truth, the disciples of the academy were easily able to break free from the hostage of others, but the monk's methods made him unable to do anything.

Zhou Tian stood up suddenly, and suddenly felt a soreness in his chest.

"You! You let him go!"

The monk strangled Su Xinghe's neck with his left arm, and pressed his right finger against Su Xinghe's throat. With a little force, Su Xinghe's throat would be broken by the monk, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Zhou Tian shook his hands slowly: "What do you want to do? You might as well say, when will the people in Haotian Pavilion rely on hostages to discuss things?"

The monk knew that he was mocking him, but what could he do? Although he ate the petals given by the seat, it was useless to Zhou Tian, ​​and he knew it very well.

"I believe you know what Lao Ancestor Haotian wants very well. If you hand it over, everyone will be happy!"

When Zhou Tian heard him say what the ancestor Haotian wanted, he remembered the warning from Mr. Su and Master, and said with a slight lip, "Didn't your Haotian Pavilion just want the soul-devouring energy in my body, just come and get it!"

Zhou Tian opened his arms and looked at the monk in front of him with a calm look.

"Thirteen, no! Don't do this. If the soul-devouring energy in your body is exhausted, you will die!"

Su Xinghe looked at Zhou Tian unwillingly, regretting why he was so incompetent!

"Shut up!"

The monk pointed at a casual finger, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on Su Xinghe's shoulder, and blood instantly gushed out.

"Your academy people know nothing. The soul-devouring aura in his body does not belong to him. If he pulls it out, he will die, and it won't be a problem!"

"You can completely join the disciples of Haotian Pavilion. Haotian Pavilion has the technique of resurrection, and you don't know!"
Chapter completed!