My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

189 Approaching September Hook

Meanwhile, in September hook, Fatty Ji Yuan hummed a little tune as he ate the fragrant long legs in his hand.

“That’s great. We only need to wave our fingers all day long to make a group of people work for us without caring about their lives. We can also weaken the strength of the Nine Dragons sect. ”

The six-fingered man snorted coldly and sneered. “How do you think our Sacred Heart sect became the fourth largest sect in Great You in just a few decades? We are chosen by the heavens, and we cultivate the chosen by the heavens.”

“My lord!”

!!

In the distance, a terrified face with blood all over ran over in a panic.

“Why are you so flustered?” Zou Shuang glanced at the newcomer with an indifferent expression.

“A young man from the Nine Dragons sect is approaching.”

“Young man? Didn’t we already injure Zhang Haoyue? Are there any other young talents worth paying attention to in the Nine Dragons sect?” Fatty Ji Yuan mumbled, his mouth stuffed with meat.

“I don’t know. There’s no such person in the portraits you gave me.” The person shook his head. His body was trembling as he knelt on the ground.

“If he’s not in the portraits, he wouldn’t be a martial artist who has refined his blood greatly.” Zou Shuang’s expression was calm.

The portraits he was talking about were provided by the surrendered Nine Dragons sect warriors he had captured a month ago. He found a few painters who drew all their blood refining warriors so that his subordinates could recognize them clearly.

“Run when you encounter an expert, lest you cause worthless casualties.”

As it turned out, the effect of this move was indeed not bad.

“Since it’s not a great blood refinement warrior, then it’s just that the number is not enough. If a few dozen don’t work, then a hundred. If a hundred doesn’t work, then two hundred…” Zou Shuang pondered for a moment. “Inform Liu Huo and have him follow behind. We must kill this person. ”

He was very steady. He made two preparations and let a martial artist who had refined blood follow closely behind to ensure that nothing unexpected would happen.

“Yes, my lord!” That person hurriedly responded, stood up, and ran into the distance.

“What a pity. We’ve prepared so many methods and acted so steadily, but that Qin Huai just won’t come out… How good would it be if he came out?” Fatty Ji Yuan clicked his tongue.

“That Qin Huai seems to have become the son-in-law of the Nine Dragons sect’s Li family. He hides in the sect all day and doesn’t show himself, so it’s very difficult to find an opportunity.” Zou Shuang also felt that it was a pity. “But no matter what, that child will die.”

In a small place like Pingnan, a mortal had actually ruined their plans twice. The Sacred Heart sect would never tolerate such a thing.

The higher-ups had also given them a death order to kill this person as a warning to others. It had nothing to do with threats, it was about prestige.

“The name of Sacred Heart sect will spread from Lingjiang to the east of Great You like rolling thunder.”

Zou Shuang’s six fingers were like a spider jumping around, making people shudder.

…

In the forest, Zhang Dagen looked at the figure running dozens of meters away. His gaze was complicated.

“Brother Dagen, what kind of demonic technique is Qin Huai using…”

Beside the bald Zhang Dagen, a few members of the Zhang family grabbed the corpse of a Sacred Heart disciple with solemn expressions.

“His eyes are lifeless, as if his soul has been shattered.”

Zhang Dagen glanced at him and explained, “This seems to be a technique that only warriors of the bone pattern realm have. It’s a basic application of force. Using a powerful force, it can directly stun or even kill the weak.

“This isn’t something that we can do just by simply comprehending some force before we even step into this domain. Therefore, for warriors at the bone pattern realm, it’s meaningless to just accumulate numbers.”

Zhang Dagen was the martial artist closest to that realm among everyone, so his understanding of the Bone Pattern Realm was also far beyond that of ordinary people.

“Qin Huai is only at the seventh refinement, so how can he know the techniques of a bone pattern realm expert? Maybe he’s a genius.”

A smile appeared on Zhang Dagan’s face. It was very interesting to kill geniuses.

He raised his head and looked at Qin Huai’s back. He became even more excited. He felt that the job Old Master had given him was really not bad.

…

On the other side, Li Zeshi and a few trusted aides of his fourth branch followed closely behind.

“Old Master, Son-in-law is really amazing. He has already grasped the moves of the bone pattern realm at such a young age. Your vision is really too sharp~” The middle-aged man beside Li Zeshi couldn’t help but praise.

“This has nothing to do with me. It’s all because of that brat Buhu. It’s as if his head has suddenly become bright, insisting that I go and help Son-in-law.” Li Zeshi looked at Qin Huai’s bravery, but his expression remained unchanged.

“Yes, yes, yes. Young Master is different from before. He felt that after following Son-in-law for a few days, his spirit had changed. He’s becoming more and more free and unrestrained.” The shifty-eyed middle-aged man knew very well that the person his master really cared about was his precious son.

“Look at how much poison is spread. How well-proportioned. It’s just that this is a little extravagant. He’s far inferior to Son-in-law.” Li Zeshi looked at the poison that Li Buhu had spilled out and could not help but feel a little heartache.

What the other party sprinkled was a silent mist that moistened things, but this silly child was using poison as a whip.

“No matter what, our fourth branch will definitely make a fortune by following Son-in-law this time!”

…

“Brother-in-law, what kind of move is that?” Li Buhu looked at Qin Huai, who was running in front of him without any obstructions. His eyes were wide open as he continued to ask.

The trees and grass retreated behind the two of them, along with the Sacred Heart disciples who had fallen like wheat straws.