"Kill decisively, don't be sloppy..." Seeing this, Chen Hao's appreciation for Zuo Guangming increased even more.
After killing Zhang Peng, Zuo Guangming swept his consciousness and took off the storage bag from Zhang Peng, then held it in both hands and said to Chen Hao: "Senior, please accept it."
Although Chen Hao just said that after killing Zhang Peng, everything on Zhang Peng's body would belong to him, but Zuo Guangming naturally would not believe it.
What if Chen Hao deliberately tested his sincerity?
Chen Hao smiled slightly: "You are very smart, but you have gone too far this time. I am not interested in this guy's stuff. I will give it to you as I said, so put it away quickly."
Zhang Peng is just a monk in the late stage of becoming a god. What good things can he have with him?
Chen Hao didn't even bother to take a look.
"Thank you, senior."
Only then did Zuo Guangming believe that what Chen Hao said was true. He quickly thanked him and put away the storage bag.
As soon as Chen Hao waved his hand, countless small dots invisible to the naked eye immediately flew up from Zhang Peng's corpse, fell into his hands and disappeared.
These little dots are the paper poisonous insects, and they were also the means used by Chen Hao in plotting to cause Zhang Peng to pass out.
Although Zuo Guangming didn't see the Gu insect, he realized something when he saw Chen Hao's actions. He couldn't help but shrink his eyes, thinking that it was lucky that I reacted quickly, otherwise I might have ended up like Zhang Peng.
Chen Hao scanned Zhang Peng's body with his spiritual consciousness and confirmed that there was nothing else on Zhang Peng's body. Then he flicked out a ball of flame, turning Zhang Peng's body into ashes, and then sent a spiritual consciousness to Zuo Guangming: "You are like this, this, this..." Zuo Guangming
Guangmingxin understood and responded before striding out of the room.
Chen Hao used his shadowing ability to hide in the shadow of a chair.
Zuo Guangming walked along the corridor, came to a room door, and knocked gently.
"Zuo Guangming?
Are you alright?"
A voice came from the door. Apparently, Zuo Guangming was seen outside the door with his spiritual consciousness.
"Senior Lin, this junior is practicing the exercises and has encountered a bottleneck. I would like to ask senior for advice. Is it possible?"
Zuo Guangming said with his spiritual consciousness.
When Senior Lin heard this, he immediately said: "Ask me for advice?
Did you do it on purpose?
Go to whoever teaches you the skills, don’t fucking bother me!"
He didn't speak, and replied with his spiritual consciousness, but his tone was quite angry and resentful.
Zuo Guangming said calmly: "Senior Lin, this junior knows that the Zhang family has given me a lot of resources, and I am young in qualifications and not very talented. This makes a veteran guest like you who has worked for the Zhang family for many years feel uncomfortable."
"But I don't mean to ask you for advice, nor do I mean to show off. I sincerely ask for advice and want to make friends with you, Senior Lin."
"In order to show sincerity, as long as Senior Lin gives me some guidance, I am willing to share the Zhang family's secret techniques with my senior. I know that my senior has always been interested in a secret method of the Zhang family. It will be of great help to your practice. I can take it out."
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Hearing this, the room suddenly fell silent.
Zuo Guangming was not in a hurry and waited quietly.
A moment later, the door to the room suddenly opened, and a middle-aged monk appeared in front of Zuo Guangming, his face full of suspicion: "Are you serious?"
Zuo Guangming said: "It's absolutely true."
The middle-aged monk didn't seem to believe it: "Why are you doing this?
Do you know that if you let the Zhang family know that you are secretly teaching martial arts, at least you will be kicked out, at worst you may have your cultivation level abolished, and even your father's face will be lost."
Zuo Guangming said: "I know, but I know better that the relationship between the Zhang family and I is just mutual use. The Zhang family is good to me now, not because I really have any superb talents that are worth cultivating, but because my father is valuable.
Gao, but everyone knows that my father’s life is short and he only has a few days to live. When he dies, I will have no use value at all. The things the Zhang family gave me can be taken back as long as I want.
Not only will I get nothing, but I will also make you angry. In the end, my life may be at risk. What do I want?
Why don't I secretly exchange interests with you while my father is still alive and let yourself grow as much as possible. You will get benefits and you won't hate me. At least you won't make things difficult for me after my father passes away. In this way, I can at least
Guarantee your life, maintain yourselves, and carry out peaceful development."
The middle-aged monk was surprised when he heard this, and looked Zuo Guangming up and down as if he didn't know him: "I didn't expect that you, a junior, are quite shrewd, and your thoughts are thorough and far-reaching."
Zuo Guangming said: "This junior is just trying his best to protect himself. Since the senior has opened the door, he must have made up his mind?"
The middle-aged monk smiled lightly: "You are right. Although you are taking risks, I am indeed not as disgusted with you as before.
If your father passes away in the future, if I have the ability, I might be able to help you."
Zuo Guangming said: "Thank you, senior. I feel relieved with your attitude. I also ask senior to move to the junior's room."
The middle-aged monk said in surprise: "Is it different in my room?
There’s no one else, so why go to your place?”
Zuo Guangming shook his head and said: "Senior Lin, it's different. If I am found coming out of your room, I may be suspected. You are actively looking for me, which may bring you trouble. After all, I am now
The Zhang family, many monks and guests from the Zhang family are dissatisfied with my treatment and do not want to talk to me.
But if you come out of my room and pretend to be dissatisfied, no one will suspect you."
The middle-aged monk nodded and said, "That makes sense. Let's go to your room."
Zuo Guangming turned around and led the way.
He didn't know how Chen Hao was hiding in the room and whether he would be exposed. He was quite worried, but he had no intention of turning back and had no choice but to go on.
Soon, when he arrived at the door of his room, Zuo Guangming opened the door and walked in.
As far as the eye can see, there is no trace of Chen Hao, and his spiritual consciousness cannot detect any breath.
Zuo Guangming felt slightly relieved.
The middle-aged monk surnamed Lin followed him in. Without doubting his presence, he turned around and closed the door. In order to avoid prying eyes, he also added a layer of isolation.
"Can you bring out the secret method?"
A middle-aged monk named Lin.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt sudden severe pain all over his body. Without even screaming, his vision turned black and he fell forward.
Without waiting for Chen Hao's instructions, Zuo Guangming had already raised his sword and chopped off the head of the middle-aged monk named Lin.
The monk surnamed Lin, a monk in the middle stage of spiritual transformation who had lived for thousands of years, received the lunch box in a daze.
Then, Zuo Guangming quickly took off the storage bag belonging to the monk surnamed Lin. The whole process took less than five breaths.
He was familiar with it the first time and the second time, and he became more and more efficient at this job.
Chen Hao appeared, flicked out a ball of flame with his finger, and burned the body of the monk surnamed Lin to ashes.