Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying and said seriously: "Don't fight first, wait until I'm ready. My brother said he must tell you what his name is, otherwise you won't do your best to fight in a fight. He said that you can't beat him, and he doesn't bother to fight you, and has already left you behind for a hundred and eight thousand miles."

He laughed and said that he was harmless: "So Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you could barely fight with me, so you can practice it for me."

When the reclining Buddha heard this, his face turned pale. It would be fine if he was looked down upon by An Zheng. Now a person appears casually and despises him so much. This completely hurts his self-esteem as a man.

But he is a reclining Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even if he has been completely angered, he will not do it first.

"Kill him."

The reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, we will not be able to leave."

Warrior Er nodded. Although he had his own thought awakening, his wisdom was still a little worse than that of the reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the reclining Buddha's words in a few words. His ideological awakening was far worse than Nie Qing. Nie Qing had completely escaped from the control of the warrior, and he had just had this idea.

The iron chisel in the second hand of the warrior stabbed Ye Qidao's heart straight. Ye Qidao was startled and seemed to have forgotten to avoid it. He watched the iron chisel pierce into his heart. But the iron chisel penetrated his body, but it seemed that he had nothing to do. A small hole appeared in his chest, and the iron chisel passed through the hole, and there was no trace of blood on the small hole.

"Forgot to tell you."

Ye Qidao's mouth raised slightly.

"My name is Ye Qidao, why is it called Qidao? It's because I am not among the six realms, and you are all people among the six realms. Any power within the six realms is meaningless to me."

He picked up the pen and swept it quickly on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink came from on the brush. After scanning it, the ink on the notebook looked like water splashed out. The thick part of the pen was the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around was the sprayed water droplets.

"I still don't have the talent to draw."

He pointed to the book and explained: "What I want to draw is a scene where thousands of swords fly together. Can you see it?"

He also raised the notebook for Warrior II to look at it. His serious expression was not like a joke at all. And he was really not a joke. He was really asking Warrior II how he drew it himself. However, his paintings were not very good.

Warrior Er didn't think he was asking himself seriously how he was painting. A golden light burst out from his palm, and a sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron rod. With a muffled sound, the violent force exploded in Ye Qidao's body.

"This won't work."

Ye Qidao looked sincere and knocked on the iron rod with his hand: "It's okay to have such things, whether it's metal, wood or something else, as long as it's real, it's better. At least it can touch my cultivation power, it's useless."

The power exploded, but it did not hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no meaning to Ye Qidao's body. The explosion of power burst out from behind Ye Qidao into the distance, and the courtyard gate and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.

"It's changed to me."

Ye Qidao's fingers smeared the place he drew on the notebook, and then pointed to the Warrior 2.

"go."

With his light shout, the ink traces on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords and shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two was too close, not even half a meter. Even if Warrior II reacted enough, there was no way to dodge at this distance.

Thousands of black flying swords hit Warrior II's chest, and dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was endless. The endless rain of swords knocked Warrior II's body backwards, and he could not control his body at all. His body gradually separated in the air, cutting down with one sword and one sword. When the person flew out three meters, he had no upper body. After five meters, he was gone.

Just like Warrior II has never existed in the world. What's terrifying is that there is no trace of blood on the scene, no fragments of the corpse, and nothing is there.

After the flying sword exploded, the person was gone.

Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink trace disappeared.

Without any surprise, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He reached out and tore open the space and rushed in. This was his best thing. In the era of Daxi, few people had stronger perceptions of space power than him. And An Zheng mastered the power of space, part of the perception came from his battle with the reclining Buddha.

The reclining Buddha turned around and ran away without dragging him down. Even if he was furious, even if he wanted to tear this little bastard who seemed harmless to pieces, he could still perfectly restrain his feelings and never engage in unnecessary battles when he needed to escape.

The moment he turned around to tear the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.

"You really want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."

Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush quickly drew a picture. A straight ink mark appeared on the notebook, and the ink mark disappeared as soon as it was drawn. While the reclining Buddha tear open the space, the disappeared ink mark appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, jamming the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he hit the ink mark. With a sound, his head was bounced back like a hit on the iron gate, and a big bag instantly appeared on his forehead.

"What the hell is this!"

The reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.

Ye Qidao scratched his hair embarrassedly: "I want to draw a piece of wood and stuck it there to block you. Doesn't it look like it?"

"Why don't you die?"

The reclining Buddha climbed up and rushed out to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands out, and another space crack appeared in front of him. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like thing suddenly appeared on the crack and blocked it. He put one end on it. The spider web had better elasticity and directly bounced his body backwards to the ground. It was not a drop, but a lighter drop, or a hit.

His head bounced back after hitting the spider web, and his head hit the ground with a sound, and the solid bluestone floor was smashed into pieces.

“This time it’s similar.”

Ye Qidao smiled. His beautiful little tiger teeth made people feel that he was so simple.

But in the eyes of the reclining Buddha, this little bastard has reached a certain point, even more hateful than the fucking beast named An Zheng.

"I drew a net."

Ye Qidao stretched out his hand and pulled it back, and the spider web that sealed the crack of the space flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened it instantly. Although this web painting was messy, it was really strong. After being trapped with the reclining Buddha's cultivation level, it was meaningless no matter how hard it struggled. The more you struggled, the tighter the web, and later it seemed like mesh threads were strung into the flesh.

Then the thing that Ye Qidao called the wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha's butt one after another.

The dull sound, one by one, was particularly humiliating.

"Can you fucking not slap me on the butt? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you not insult me ​​like this!"

"Oh, no spanking."

Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, then hit the back of the reclining Buddha one by one. If the sound of hitting his butt before was puffed and then fucked on the back of the head, it was dangdangdang

This time, the back of the head was quickly filled with a big bag.

"Brother An Zheng said he couldn't kill you, but he had to teach you a lesson. He said it would be useful to keep you, you know the secrets that others don't know. For example, where is Chen Wunuo now?"

Xiao Qidao drew another picture on the notebook. This time he wrote it carefully. He seemed to have deliberately drawn the lines very thin, but he really didn't hold the pen lightly or heavily. Although the lines were much thinner than the wooden stick, they were still as thick as the thumb.

"Make it."

He stretched out his finger, and the ink line about one foot long, which was about to be thick with his thumb, flew out and stabbed towards the reclining Buddha's butt.

"ah!"

The reclining Buddha wailed in pain: "What the fuck is it again!"

"A needle."

Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "Sorry, the drawing was a little heavier. Brother An Zheng said, if I ask you questions, you don't answer them, just stab you with a needle. Don't blame me, you have a debt to have a master."

"Fuck-you two uncles!"

"We are not the same old man."

Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed down in the air: "If you say not, if you say not, if you say not, if you say not, if you say not."

The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pierces the buttocks of the reclining Buddha, and it is impossible to perfectly maintain the same track when the fingers move up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls. Moreover, if you pinch it in one place, it may have been broken long ago.

puff!

It seems that it has plunged into something that shouldn't be plunged into.

Ye Qi was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly felt embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng has handed me a lot of methods to force confessions, but I really can't learn it. You also know that Brother An Zheng is the leader of the Mingfa Department, and he invented and created many of the punishments of the Mingfa Department. But I was stupid. He taught me for a long time and I didn't learn it. He just said, "

Ye Qidao apologized in great sincerity, but his fingers were clicked down but did not stop, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I don’t know why, since the needle first penetrated into a place that shouldn’t have been inserted, Xiao Qi’s fingers behind him had a perfect track without any deviation.

"I'll kill you"

The reclining Buddha lay on the dying breath, looking like he was in a bad state.

"Just say it."

Ye Qidao pointed his fingers up and down: "So tired."

Reclining Buddha: "If I have the chance, I will break you and An Zheng a lot."

At this moment, someone walked in on the broken bricks and stones. The sound of the soles of the shoes seemed very harsh. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, probably as thick as a fist.

"I'll do it, your needle is too thin."

An Zheng walked over with a wooden stick, poked the wooden stick to the ground, and rolled up his cuffs.

"It's better to just click it. Let you torture your confession, not let you make fun of it."

An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled up the wooden stick: "Where is uncomfortable? My stick is magical to cure all kinds of diseases."
Chapter completed!