Chapter 78： unskilled

The light blue ice cone was glowing with cold air, and the body of the ice cone was covered with traces of blood, which was condensed into blocks by the cold air before it hit the ground.

Zhang Shiping walked sideways by the dead man, and took a small knife as thin as a cicada's wing from the man's hand, and the man fell down slowly, with his eyes still open, with a 'bang'.

This sudden incident alarmed the people on the sixth floor, and three people came out from nowhere, together with the square-faced dead man in front, the four of them protected Mrs. Li together.

Old Master Li looked at Zhang Shiping with a cicada-winged knife in his hand, followed by Mo Gu with a helpless face, the two came over, and he asked in a low voice, "Friend Mo, what is going on?"

"Li Daoyou, this..." Mo Gu didn't know what to say, worried about Zhang Shiping, struggled for a few breaths, looked at Zhang Shiping's back, and closed his mouth again.

Zhang Shiping looked at the old man in front of him, then turned his head to look at the monk behind him, with a strange expression on his face, "You call him Fellow Daoist Mo?"

Just now, Zhang Shiping has checked with his divine sense, and there is only this monk Ge Yi behind him in this immortal building, and the others are all ordinary people, including a few people with strong martial arts, and some boys who have no strength to restrain chickens In Zhang Shiping's eyes, the old man in front of him is just an ordinary mortal.

Could it be that this person is also a monk, his breath is so well concealed, Zhang Shiping

A flash of light flashed in Zhang Shiping's eyes, and a small purple-black crystal sword shot out from his sleeve abruptly in his hand. Hit well.

The four dead soldiers guarding in front of Mrs. Li saw only a flash of black light in their eyes. Before their bodies could move, the flashing Luo Jun sword passed through Mrs. Li in an instant. Luo Junjian turned around, turned around, and passed through the four dead men by the way. He had practiced the hard qi technique for decades, and was lightly pierced like paper in front of the magic weapon of the immortal cultivator.

Luo Junjian flew back to Zhang Shiping. Zhang Shiping's thick soil and purple gold shield in front of him was already protecting his chest, moving back and forth at the vital points. The old man Li didn't even have time to let out a scream. With a click, his head fell to the ground and rolled After a few laps, a fountain of blood spurted out, spraying hot air on the roof, walls and the ground.

Zhang Shiping looked at the dead Mrs. Li with surprise in his eyes. He thought this man was a well-hidden monk, and even he couldn't find out in advance.

He also thought that this old man was also a monk, and he had also practiced a very advanced technique of restraining Qi, or else he was a high-ranking monk whose magic power far surpassed his own.

But I have already called the door, how can I hope that the two sides will live in peace. In this case, without further ado, Zhang Shiping planned to make an early move.

It is better to strike first, and to suffer later.

Zhang Shiping's eyes were a bit weird, looking at the dead old man Li, he was really a mortal, why did he call the qi cultivator behind him fellow daoist? He has lived for more than thirty years, but he has never seen such a situation.

No matter in the Zhang family or in Jiaozuo sect, mortals and monks are always in two circles. If they have a good relationship, at most they get along well in private.

The monk Ge Yi behind him had swollen eye sockets. He didn't care whether Zhang Shiping was a foundation-builder or not, and he didn't care that his mana had been imprisoned. When he saw the old man Li being killed by Zhang Shiping's flying sword, he punched Zhang Shiping like crazy. Zhang Shiping's back.

Without the blessing of mana, Mo Gu's movements were as slow as a snail in Zhang Shiping's eyes. The light black aura shield of Zhang Shiping's thick purple gold shield emerged to block this harmless punch.

Mo Gu seemed to be dazzled by the anger, he hammered several punches on the aura shield, and wailed, Zhang Shiping turned to look at him, wondering why a monk would lose his reason for mortals.

One's surname is Li, the other's surname is Mo, and there is no blood relationship between the two, but Mo Gu, a monk at the sixth level of Qi training, can actually attack himself in the foundation stage for a mortal, he really is not afraid of death.

Zhang Shiping cast a spell, and the vines bound Mo Gu, he struggled for a long time before he woke up, with a look of fear in his eyes, cold sweat and shock. But when he saw the old man Li whose body was two parts apart, a sadness flashed in his eyes.

"Why, are you awake?" Zhang Shiping sat on the futon, looking at this Cultivator Mo in front of him.

Zhang Shiping apologized in his heart for his mistake in judgment and killing the old man Li by mistake. But since this person was able to instruct that Cultivator Mo to send a dozen boys and girls to the Temple of Longevity, the contact point of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, this Old Master Li is not a good person.

Mo Xiushi lay motionless on the ground. After a while, he saw Zhang Shiping sitting cross-legged on the futon, and did not take his life. He asked, "I don't know why the senior asked the junior for a qi training like me. The monk should not be in the eyes of the seniors, right?"

"I came all the way from the Temple of Longevity to look for you, naturally because of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect."

Zhang Shiping followed all the way here, first of all to see where this monk Mo wanted to go, and to see if he had contact with other monks of the Ten Thousand Blood Sect.

Secondly, he didn't want to startle the snake and startle those people in the Temple of Longevity. After all, Zhang Shiping couldn't guarantee that he could get what he wanted from fellow Daoist Mo, so he always left a clue that he could continue to investigate.

Mo Gu looked puzzled, and thought of something again, feeling sore in his heart, with an indescribable regret.

Because in the past few years, Mrs. Li has been exchanging pills with that feminine man for at least one month and at most three months. There are no three hundred or five hundred boys and girls who have been sent to the Temple of Longevity. I want to collect so many People, even a local family like the Li family is not an easy task.

Li's mansion has already stretched out its tentacles very long, so that it can collect so many virgins without alarming others. The people he sent to the Temple of Longevity this time were bought from the Fufeng dental shop in Qingyuan City. They had official certificates, the procedures were complete, and everything was reasonable and legal. Of course, the people who went to the dental shop to buy slaves did not have half a dime with the Li family. The relationship is just a foreign businessman, and no one can find out about Li's mansion.

That's why he transported people directly from Qingyuan City to the Temple of Longevity this time, and now there are still several places where virgins are hiding in Tianzhuang Village near Qingyuan City.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Gu also understood the origin of that feminine man and the audience member of longevity, it should be the Ten Thousand Blood Sect that the foundation-building cultivator said.

"It seems that you know something?" Zhang Shiping saw the constantly changing expression on Mo Gu's face, from doubt to regret, and then a face full of bitterness.

"Even if it's to track down the Ten Thousand Blood Sect, why did senior kill the master?" Mo Gu didn't directly answer Zhang Shiping's question. Now that he is in Zhang Shiping's hands, he has something to do with the Ten Thousand Blood Sect that needs virgins. I'm afraid it's doomed.

Life and death depend on other people's thoughts, Mo Gu watched Zhang Shiping attack coldly, and he would not let go of mere mortals, so if he wants to kill himself, he should not hold back even half of it.

But people want to survive, since Zhang Shiping saved Mo Gu's life for questioning, Mo Gu is very clear about this.

"With such an innocent life in his hands, UU Reading should have thought of such retribution." The previous conversation between old master Li and Mo Gu on the roof of the Star Observation Building had long been understood by Zhang Shiping.

Out of caution, Zhang Shiping shot and killed mortals, a bit uncomfortable. It's not that monks can't kill mortals, it's just that Zhang Shiping doesn't need it. But Zhang Shiping has already made a move, the matter is a foregone conclusion, it is useless to think too much.

"That's right, that's right." Mo Gu suddenly raised most of his body on the ground and lay down on the ground weakly, with a lonely expression.

Zhang Shiping frowned and said in a cold voice: "Don't delay the time, you can still have a good time if you say it earlier, otherwise don't force me to use the soul search technique."

It is rumored in the world of cultivating immortals that if a person's soul is disabled, he will be insane when reborn in the next life. Zhang Shiping doesn't know if the reincarnation is true, but there are some things that are better believed than not believed.

Mo Gu has obviously heard of the method of high-ranking monks' soul-searching technique, "If I tell what I know, can senior promise to let me reincarnate?"

Zhang Shiping thought for a while, looked at Mo Gu and nodded, Zhang Shiping had seen people's souls turn into ghosts after death, and others dissipated in the world, or really went to reincarnation, Zhang Shiping didn't know, and didn't care.

He has not lived enough in this life, and he doesn't care whether there is an afterlife or not. Zhang Shiping has read the theory of reincarnation in the afterlife in some miscellaneous notes in the Zongmen Sutra Library, and he heard that it was spread from the distant West Desert.

Seeing Zhang Shiping nodding, Mo Gu couldn't ask Zhang Shiping to make any more guarantees at this time. After he told everything he knew, he looked at Zhang Shiping as if he was a mermaid, and he could only hope for Zhang Shiping. Able to keep promises.