If you can't do it, then don't do it. Chen Taizhong is very willful. He thinks that if it's a big deal, then it will cause more trouble. What's the big deal? Brother, don't you have enough trouble?
But it was easy to make up his mind, and when he thought that he might attract the attention of a real immortal in the future, he felt very uncomfortable: This pear is so big. New...
With such a mood, he absentmindedly walked around the market and returned to the Haoran station.
Just when he was distracted, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. After some reflection, he realized that there was a small spiritual consciousness that was currently so obscured that he almost lost consciousness.
At the Haoran sect's station, he released a total of seven small consciousnesses, two of which were used to monitor Ming Guangzhi and Li Manxi who were walking under the sect, and the other five were to monitor the five sects who might poison Master Bai.
Middle disciple.
What is almost unconscious now is the small consciousness attached to one of the five disciples.
Almost lost does not mean lost. Chen Taizhong increased his perception and silently paid attention to that little consciousness.
The disciple possessed by his spiritual consciousness is called Bing Yanxia. He is one of the two hundred new members of the Iron Blood Hall. He is a third-level spirit immortal. He is slightly fat and has a fair face. He is known for his quick wit and bravery that surpasses others.
However, just such a disciple was bargaining with two mid-level immortals more than two hundred miles away from the market. There was a layer of gauze outside the three of them, making their figures extremely blurry.
It was this layer of gauze that blocked Chen Taizhong's consciousness.
When he was focusing on the past, Bing Yanxia was speaking with a gloomy face, "Two masters, I have done a lot. I have fulfilled the promise I made before joining the sect."
"Is it done when you say it's done?" A long-faced mid-level Celestial Immortal scolded in a low voice. Because he was not in a good mood, it made his long face look longer. "Remember, you were recommended by this sect.
You must always remember this kindness!"
The person who poisoned Master Bai was a member of the sect? Chen Taizhong frowned, feeling that this amount of information was a bit large. Wasn't Master Bai a member of Prince Feng's palace?
"I have done an excellent job." Bing Yanxia looked like he dared not speak out. He defended angrily, "You told me that it was just a message, but in the end, Master Bai took poison and died... This is not good.
not enough?"
"You just need to understand that it is his choice to take poison and die, and it has nothing to do with you!" The long-faced immortal laughed ferociously, "If you didn't see that this little immortal like you is still useful, whoever dares to talk to me like this would be crushed to death with just one move of your finger.
Got it!"
A strange look appeared on Bing Yanxia's face, "Does the Master think... I'm really afraid of death?"
"So what if you're not afraid of death?" The long-faced immortal looked at him indifferently and said leisurely, "There are always things you can't give up, what do you think?"
Bing Yanxia was silent for a long time, and then sighed softly. "This is the last time, otherwise I will definitely report it to Master Chen... This is just a death, and I still want to die in a dignified way."
"Chen Taizhong? He will be in trouble soon," the long-faced immortal chuckled, and raised his hand to suck the other person over. At the same time, he strangled the little fairy's neck tightly with his hands, and said with a sinister smile, "How dare you
Threatening me... If you think you've entered some bullshit Iron Blood Hall, are you no longer an ant?"
Bing Yanxia was not nervous. Instead, he looked at the other party coldly and spoke with difficulty, "Then you... you... you kill me."
The long-faced immortal also sensed his determination, and became more and more irritable in his heart. He couldn't help but slowly apply force on his hands, and the ferocity on his face decreased instead of increasing. Under his gradually calm face, there was a strong murderous intention, "Oh,
It seems you really want to die?"
When Chen Taizhong saw this, he couldn't help but have the urge to take action. He hated to see his own family being bullied the most.
But then I thought about it, this Bing Yanxia had finally done something sorry for the Haoran Sect.
For the disciples of the sect, the lightest punishment for betraying the sect is to withdraw their cultivation and be expelled from the sect. However, this person's behavior directly led to the death of a high-level immortal, and even made the Haoran sect possible the death of the same prince.
Forces enmity.
This kind of bad behavior and serious consequences are enough for the Haoran sect to carry out "clan execution". As for saying that Bing Yanxia did not know the inside story and only thought it was a message, this explanation is pale and weak and useless. What everyone sees is
as a result of!
So Chen Taizhong hesitated for a moment and then made a decision: I will not intervene. After Bing Yanxia is killed, I will avenge him. If the disciples of the Haoran sect should be killed, they must die under the punishment of the sect rules.
, it is not up to you and outsiders to do it.
He had already thought about it. Seeing that this disciple still had some strength left, he would not cause harm to his family. However, how this person entered the Haoran Sect still had to be understood in secret.
Just as he was making calculations, another change occurred over there. The round-faced immortal next to the long-faced immortal spoke up and dissuaded him, "Okay, we are here to do something. To kill people, we don't have to think about other people."
What's the solution?"
Then the long-faced immortal put the man down.
Bing Yanxia covered his neck and coughed uncontrollably. A faint red tint could be seen in the spittle he sprayed out. He was still a little injured.
After coughing violently for a while, he silently took out a healing pill and swallowed it without saying a word.
"Ant, you..." The long-faced immortal wanted to get angry again, but seeing the indifferent expression on this man's face, he finally suppressed his displeasure. People are not afraid of death, so how can they be afraid of death?
He snorted coldly and spoke calmly, "Thirteen, tell him about this mission... I'm afraid I can't help but crush this little ant to death."
"Bing Yanxia, listen carefully, and find out as soon as possible what resources Chen Taizhong obtained in the seventh gambling battle," the round-faced immortal spoke unhurriedly, and seemed to have a pretty good temper.
"Also, does he intend to sell the thunder fossils he collects? If not, what are his plans?"
After finishing speaking, the three of them fell into silence. It took a long time before Bing Yanxia smiled bitterly and said, "This...can be considered a mission?"
This is not a mission at all. Just asking about Chen Taizhong's income from his seventh gambling battle is definitely not just one or two varieties. The time it takes is not three to five years of mineral development. It requires a process.
This is equivalent to tying Bing Yanxia to their chariot and sending messages once or twice, which is of no use at all.
This request was enough. After all, what they were inquiring about was something that was not particularly secret. The harvest of the Haoran Sect should not be hidden too deeply. Normally, spies would pass on this kind of semi-public information.
But asking about the sales and uses of thunder fossils is too much. This kind of confidential information is simply not something that a mere elementary spirit fairy can master.
That's why Bing Yanxia smiled bitterly: How many years are you asking me to be a spy?
The round-faced immortal ignored his wry smile, pretending not to notice, and continued to speak slowly, "After this task is completed, you will be free. You can safely be your disciple of the Haoran Sect. I guarantee that no one will contact you again.
Your family will also be safe and sound."
Bing Yanxia made another wry smile, lowered his head and did not answer.
"Don't put too much pressure on yourself," the round-faced fairy said softly, "Not all news has to be implemented one by one. As long as you do your best, we can feel it and understand your difficulties."
Bing Yanxia remained silent, obviously disapproving of it. After a while, he finally spoke out, "Do you have any other instructions, Master? I've been out for a long time, it's time to go back."
The long-faced immortal snorted and was very unhappy. The round-faced immortal raised her chin slightly and said, "You go ahead."
Bing Yanxia raised his hand, turned around and left without saying another word.
After watching his back go away for a long time, the long-faced immortal snorted coldly, "I don't understand why you don't crush this little ant... His existence has no meaning anymore."
"The Haoran Sect is no longer the same as before," the round-faced immortal sighed, "Other forces planting nails also feel the same way. The nails planted are gradually moving away... the atmosphere is different."
"The person he relies on is just one person, Chen Taizhong." The long-faced immortal snorted disdainfully, "He has already offended Immortal Yan Wu, how many more happy days can he have?"
"We don't understand the affairs of the real immortal, so don't talk about it," the round-faced immortal said expressionlessly, then raised his hand and put away the veil, "Okay, let's go, this is not a peaceful place.
place."
The two of them did not use spirit boats, but flew directly physically, shooting into the distance at extremely fast speeds.
However, after flying more than three hundred miles, the face of the long-faced immortal suddenly changed, "Not good!"
As he spoke, he reached out and patted the storage bag.
His reaction was not unpleasant, but it was still half a beat too late. A white light appeared out of thin air in the sky and hit him. It was so fast that it hit him hard before he could react.
Converging Qi into thunder is indeed worthy of its reputation... This was his last thought before he fell into coma.
He was knocked unconscious by the magical power, and the round-faced immortal was not spared. A large net suddenly appeared in front of this man and quickly covered him.
The round-faced immortal was not an ordinary person. When he realized that the momentum was not good, his body turned into a line of blood, and he suddenly sank down, rushing straight to the ground.
Chen Taizhong, who appeared from the air, snorted coldly, stretched out his hand forward and gave a weak grasp, and said two words, "Control!"
He didn't know what the opponent was going to do when he threw himself on the ground, but he would not let the opponent do anything, even if the opponent was just a lion fighting a rabbit, he would still use his full strength.
The Tianxian's body was slightly blocked, but the big net behind him had already tightly covered him and tied him into a ball.
He originally wanted to use Blood Escape plus Earth Escape to escape directly from the earth. This was his tried and tested escape method. How could he have expected to be restrained directly?
Not only was he restrained, he could also feel that his energy and blood were draining rapidly. He was frightened and angry, and couldn't help but cursed, "Master Chen, you are also Wuzhen after all, and you unexpectedly attacked our little one."
The angel, really..."
"Noisy!" Chen Taizhong was too lazy to listen to what he said, and hit him hard with his spiritual consciousness. If he had known that this person was not a member of the Zhenyi Sect, he would have captured him with his spiritual consciousness. (To be continued.)