Yan Qingling's cheeks turned red, and then she remembered that Zhang Cheng was only in his early twenties, much younger than her, and she suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
"No matter what, you gave me something as important as the Millennium Essence, and I'm not an old lady..."
Zhang Cheng interrupted: "Is there such a young old woman? Your voice has even changed, it is as beautiful as a twenty-year-old woman."
"I'm used to it, but I can't change it anymore." Yan Qingling was embarrassed again. As her appearance was restored and the residual poison was eliminated, her heart seemed to be much cleaner. In the past, her heart was only cold and could not tolerate any blush.
"It's just a millennium essence. It's more than a priceless treasure. If you put it outside, it will definitely cause a bloody storm. The Wan Du Sect paid a huge price to get a drop of blue essence that was only a few hundred years old. Your essence is dark purple, which is incredible.
.I don’t even know how to repay you." Yan Qingling said seriously.
"Promise yourself. This guy is a pervert at first glance. He will prey on all men, women, old and young." Suddenly, a crisp voice came from the side.
It’s Blue Moon!
She held the back of her head with both hands, holding a piece of grass in her mouth, and said somewhat boredly.
As soon as these words came out, there was silence! Embarrassment! Fainting!
However, everyone looked at Zhang Cheng differently. At this time, Yan Qingling was indeed a great beauty, full of maturity and allure. No wonder she was one of the top ten beauties in the world.
Yan Qingling's face turned red and she couldn't help but take a step back. She looked at Zhang Cheng with alert, guarded eyes and a hint of concealed shyness.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Cheng glared at her fiercely.
"I'm not talking nonsense. I heard my master say that your master is that kind of person. I think you are similar." Lan Yue said seriously.
Others couldn't help laughing.
At this time, Zhang Cheng's face felt a little hot.
Yan Qingling couldn't help but smile, and the others also laughed. With this smile, Yan Qingling felt that the incredible super strong man in front of him was not as good as he imagined and could only be looked up to. He was very approachable.
For a time, the two sides quickly developed a relationship.
"Rakshasa, Luo Zhi, you are the core disciples of Fenglei Sect. I had no intention of being at odds with your sect, but you came to kill me." Yan Qingling dealt with it, Zhang Cheng looked at the other two people, his eyes were cold, and he met Yan Qingling.
The spirit is completely different, "I am different from others. I don't want to know who sent you right now. No matter how stubborn you are, you will never escape the word death."
"If you die, you will die. Do you think I am afraid of you? If you live your whole life, the worst you can do is die." Rakshasa said with a disdainful smile.
"Come on, kill us. Losing means death. We are mentally prepared to travel around the world." Luo Zhi was very calm in the face of death.
"Really? Then you are underestimating the world." Zhang Cheng said in an indifferent tone, making the two of them a little uneasy.
Zhang Cheng picked up a soul-suppressing nail and inserted it into Rakshasa's Tanzhong acupoint. Rakshasa gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and then inserted another soul-suppressing nail into Longkou acupoint.
"Now I will destroy your foundation. From now on, you will lose all martial arts and can no longer practice martial arts. I will not kill you, and will send you back to Feng Leimen." A demonic voice sounded in Rakshasa's ears.
There was a loud sound, making Rakshasa feel like he was falling into hell.
"No!"
A sharp roar mixed with severe pain came out of Rakshasa's mouth, and Zhang Cheng inserted another soul-suppressing nail into the Xinting point.
Rakshasa was afraid. He could feel that what Zhang Cheng was about to do could really completely destroy his foundation, cripple his martial arts, and reduce him to a useless person from now on. For a martial arts genius like him, it would be better than
Even if he was cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, he would still be in pain.
"Goodbye, Rakshasa, I will never see your martial arts again." Four soul-suppressing nails were inserted into the big acupoints. Zhang Cheng knew a martial art, and using the soul-suppressing nails as a guide, he could easily destroy the opponent's foundation.
"No! Stop! Zhang Cheng! Don't! I said, I will say anything." Seeing Zhang Cheng raise his hand, Rakshasa could no longer maintain his composure and hurriedly shouted.
"Brother! How could you?" Luo Zhi found it difficult to accept.
"I don't want to lose my martial arts, Luo Zhi. You know how much we have worked to develop this martial arts. If we lose our martial arts, we will be bullied as trash even if we return to Fengleimen." Rakshasa gritted his teeth.
Luo Zhimo Ran. Fenglei Sect is a Jianghu sect, which is more cruel and strict than ordinary organizations. If they become useless, Fenglei Sect will not care about them. In addition, those who have offended them will not let them go.
"I'm not very interested in you telling who sent you here. What I want is, do you understand?" Zhang Cheng smiled.
"I am willing to follow you." Rakshasa gritted his teeth and lowered his proud head.
"What about you? Luo Zhi?" Zhang Cheng looked at the other person.
"Even eldest brother has bowed his head. My eldest brother and I have always advanced and retreated together." Luo Zhi also bowed his head and relented.
"Very good. You won't regret today's decision." Zhang Cheng said with a smile. Everyone looked at him with a slightly different look. In addition to awe, there was also a touch of admiration.
In just a few moves, Yan Qingling, Rakshasa, and Luo Zhi were conquered. This skill and wisdom are definitely not comparable to those of ordinary high-ranking people.
"I am also willing to follow you." At this time, the voice of Monk Daoyi came from the side.
Zhang Cheng walked towards Monk Daoyi.
"Among the four of you, you are the one with the highest cultivation level. If you don't count the use of poison, Yan Qingling is far from your opponent. I think in terms of cultivation level, you have surpassed the peak of transformation and are on the way to becoming the supreme god."
Zhang Cheng stopped in front of him and said.
Everyone was shocked.
Monk Daoyi is so terrifying.
"Yes, I have already started my sprint to become the Supreme God. It's just that the nine heavenly gates, the chasm and the great catastrophe of life and death are getting harder and harder every step." Monk Daoyi recited Amitabha before sighing.
"Then how far has your cultivation level reached?" Zhang Cheng asked again.
"It's over the next day."
"No, you should have passed the third day." Zhang Cheng's eyes turned cold. I think you should have forced the six Soul-Suppressing Nails on your body from the depths of the acupuncture points, but you were just covering up and letting the Soul-Suppressing Nails remain in place.
Insert it on your body.
Dao Yi's expression remained unchanged, but there were fluctuations deep in his eyes.
Zhang Cheng glanced away, and Lan Yue suddenly disappeared, and then hit Monk Daoyi with a palm. Sure enough, all the soul-suppressing nails inserted into him fell down.
"How could it be? In this case, he could also force out the Soul-Suppressing Nail by himself." Zhao Yun was shocked and looked embarrassed.
This is their dereliction of duty! The members of Dark Front look bad! Without the Soul-Suppressing Nail, Monk Daoyi may have recovered some of his skills.
"Donor Zhang, as expected, you have unparalleled magical skills and a sharp gaze. I don't want to hide it from you. Even if I force out the soul-suppressing nail, I can't escape from here." Monk Dao Yi said frankly.
"As I said before, I am also willing to follow you, Donor Zhang. Donor Zhang, you are an unparalleled hero, and now you are the commander-in-chief of the Dark Front. I am not aggrieved under your command."