This battle ended with Qi Zhen's suicide.

Zhang Yi ran over with worry, staring at Mo Shuining who was adjusting his breathing and exercising his skills in front of him.

"Girl, are you okay?"

"I'm fine-" Mo Shuining shook her head, she withdrew from the state of breathing and tuning exercises. She asked with doubts: "Uncle Master, how can your blood control that battle corpse?"

Hearing what he said, Zhang Bujian beside him couldn't help but turn his eyes and wait for his answer.

"I don't know either."

Zhang Yi shook his head.

He really didn't know that according to the principle of the Zhang family's bloodline inheritance, his bloodline was not pure and could not have the effect of restraining the battle corpse.

Zhang Bujian is a member of the Zhang family's clan, with the pure blood of the Zhang family. Even his blood is not effective against armored corpses.

However - his blood can not only restrain armored war corpses, but is even purer than Zhang Bujian's bloodline.

What's going on?

At this moment, Zhang Yi was in a mess.

Zhang Bujian looked at him deeply. He did not rush to ask what the reason was. Instead, he came to the armored war corpse with a serious expression.

This specific and huge war corpse must have been a warrior with extraordinary martial arts during his lifetime. In the end, the War Clan Zhuo Sect used the secret techniques of the sect to form a wise war corpse.

They didn't know whether there was such a type of war corpse in the Corpse God Sect. If so, wouldn't it mean that the Corpse God Sect has a very strong foundation?

Moreover, this type of war corpse is invincible, and no magic weapon can be damaged at all.

If it is tempered by a large number of people, wouldn’t this martial arts world be in chaos?

Zhang Yi also came up and said with fear: "The Corpse Control Sect is full of conscience, why is it not sanctioned by the Martial Arts Alliance?"

"Haha, the sanctions of the Martial Arts Alliance?"

Zhang Bujian glanced at him lightly and chuckled: "I said Brother Zhang, you think too much of the martial arts alliance."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhang Yi was a little confused.

"The Martial Arts Alliance is just a form, but it actually does not have much effect. The sect like the Corpse Drive Sect has a strong foundation, and the Martial Arts Alliance is not stupid. There is no need to be an enemy of the Corpse Drive Sect."

Zhang Bujian explained.

"Did the Gui clan of those days lose all his conscience and was eventually destroyed by the Martial Arts Alliance?

Why doesn’t even dare to care about the corpse sect?”

Zhang Yi was a little confused.

"This involves a lot of interests. The Gui clan affected the interests of the Martial Arts Alliance back then, so of course the Martial Arts Alliance would take action."

Zhangbujiandao.

Listening to what he said, I felt that Zhang Bujian’s words were reasonable.

In this way, the water in the martial arts world is also very deep.

Han Shihan looked at Qi Zhen's corpse deeply. She glanced at everyone with her eyes and said, "Let's rest for one night and leave Gujiang as soon as tomorrow."

They all nodded solemnly. Now, they have completely offended the Corpse Control Sect and have to leave the ancient Xinjiang as soon as possible.

Otherwise, if the masters of the Corpse Control Sect arrive, they will definitely find it difficult to get out.

Because the air around them was filled with a strong smell of rotten corpses, they simply treated the bodies and then returned to the hotel.

That night, everyone couldn't sleep all night.

In the room.

Zhang Yi sat on the head of the bed, kneading his temples with both hands. Until now, his head still hurts very much.

"Uncle Master, you have a big swollen bag on your head."

Mo Shuining stretched out a hand curiously and tapped it on the swollen bag on his head.

Hiss-Zhang Yi took a few breaths of cold air, patted her little hand open in anger, and cursed: "You stinky girl, do you want me to hurt so much?"

"Hmph! I don't know the good people's hearts!"

Mo Shuining bulged his little face and snorted angrily: "I originally wanted to get some medicine for you, but now there is no need, so let's forget it if you hurt you-" "It's all the fault of the uncle,

You don’t bother with the uncle.”

Zhang Yi immediately changed his smile, but that smile seemed a bit sad no matter how he looked.

Mo Shuining glared at him viciously, took out a jade porcelain bottle from his pocket, and poured out a round elixir.

"Just mix this medicine with water and apply it to your bread."

"It's better for my junior nephew, my junior uncle loves you so much."

Zhang Yi was immediately delighted and took the pill from her.

Mo Shuining glanced at him, his disgusting look self-evident.

Zhang Yi disagreed. He got up and put the elixir in a bowl, poured a little water to stir the elixir evenly, and then applied it to the swollen bag.

The moment I applied it, a cool feeling spread.

It is worthy of being the alchemy technique that Tian Jizi handed over to this little ancestor. It can not only take it internally but also externally, which makes Zhang Yi admire him very much.

Mo Shuining also suffered internal injuries. She sat cross-legged on the bed to regulate her breathing and activated her internal energy for treatment.

"Dongdong!"

Just when Zhang Yi was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door outside.

Zhang Yi stood up and opened the door. The next moment, he saw Zhang Bujian standing outside the door.

"It's so late, aren't you still sleeping?"

Zhang Yi looked at him in confusion.

"Can I go in and talk to you?"

Zhang Bujian pointed at his room.

"Please come in!"

Zhang Yi moved away.

Zhang Bujian raised his foot and walked in. His eyes glanced around the room, and happened to see Mo Shuining on the bed staring at him with his big eyes.

"Hello, girl!"

Zhang Bujian smiled and greeted him.

"snort!"

Mo Shuining snorted, too lazy to pay attention to Zhang Bujian, who was full of embarrassment, and directly closed his eyes and continued to adjust his breathing and meditate.

"Please sit down!"

Zhang Yi pointed to the chair in front of him, then sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked, "What do you want to talk to me?"

Zhang Bujian quietly pointed at Mo Shuining on the bed, lowered his voice and asked, "This girl is your junior nephew?"

"Yes, is there any problem?"

Zhang Yi nodded.

"I just saw your junior nephew's martial arts skills. She is not very old, right?"

Zhang Bujian asked in surprise.

"Some things cannot look at the surface, and she, you cannot look at the surface."

Zhang Yi smiled softly.

"What's the meaning?"

"I'll tell you this way. In fact, she is already a hundred years old."

Zhang Yi smiled mysteriously.

“No?

A hundred-year-old little loli?"

Zhang Bujian suddenly widened his eyes, feeling a little incredible.

“That’s the truth.”

Zhang Yi smiled, he took two sips of cigarettes and said lightly: "Let's get back to the point, what do you want to talk to me?"

"That's right, I want to ask you-" Before Zhang Bujian finished speaking, another knock on the door came from outside.

Cramp! The next moment, Han Shihan pushed open the door and walked in. At the same time, she suddenly widened her eyes.

She didn't expect that Zhang Bujian would be here too.

Zhang Yi pulled the corners of his mouth hard, and then asked with a smile on his face: "Auntie, it's so late, are you not asleep yet?"

Han Shihan glanced at Zhang Bujian indifferently, she snorted lightly, then she looked at Zhang Yi and said, "Boy, come out with me, I have something to talk to you!"

What?

My aunt also has something to talk to me about?

When Han Shihan saw this stinky brat, she glared fiercely: "What?

Didn't you even listen to my aunt's words?"

Zhang Yidan was so painful that she could only smile apologetically at Zhang Bujian: "I'll go out with my aunt first, I'll be back soon."

"You go, I'll wait for you here."

Zhang Bujian smiled lightly and didn't say much.
Chapter completed!