"Oh? So this is because of such a big background, I feel so respectful!" Zhou Jian said.

"Hmph, just know, let us go immediately!" the man roared, his face full of rebelliousness.

Bang!

Zhou Jian had no signs and slapped his back hand: "Give you a green onion, you really think you are a garlic. So what if you are a guest of the Hinayana Holy Teaching? Even the Mahayana Holy Teaching can't save you!"

The man was pumped and bleeding from his nose, in a mess, his cheeks were so hot that he wanted to resist, but he was held tightly and could only roar in humiliation: "You are looking for death! You are looking for death!"

"If you dare to insult the Hinayana Holy Teachings, just wait for death!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhou Jian yelled, stepped on him to the ground with one kick, unsheathed the golden knife and directly hit his fat neck.

"Dare you dare to say something more?"

The decisive sound of killing and the cold blade made him tremble in an instant, like falling into an ice cave, panting heavily, and sweat on his forehead kept slipping down.

"Don't do anything randomly." His trembling voice made Yang Wei and others look down upon him, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and he said nothing wrong.

He blushed, but he really felt the threat of death.

"From now on, I will ask you one question and answer you, and I will chop you one finger until ten fingers are cut off, and I will chop your head." Zhou Jian showed a polite smile, like the god of death!

"No, don't... ask, I say, I say!" He trembled and was about to cry, and he was completely different from not long ago.

Zhou Jian condescends: "What's your name?"

"Lu, Luda!"

"Do you want to attend the Zen Yin Conference?" Zhou Jian asked again.

"Yes, yes!" He nodded again, his eyes fixed on the blade on his neck, for fear that he would cut it accidentally.

"Then do you know what this conference is for?" Zhou Jian said.

"I, I don't know. I just know to discuss major issues, but I don't know anything else. Don't talk about me, even Your Highness, don't know!" Luda said in a panic.

"If I want to go in and there is no invitation, how do you think I should go in?" Zhou Jian said lightly.

Luda shook his head suddenly: "No, it's impossible, you can't get in. The Zen Yin Conference is extremely strict. Each tribe will control the number of people and need tokens."

"Unless His Highness the Prince takes you in, you will not be able to enter even if you grow wings!"

"Oh? Where are you princes?" Zhou Jian seemed to smile. He had decided on this Zen sound meeting!

Upon hearing this, Luda's face suddenly stagnated, and then he looked ugly: "You, what are you going to do? I didn't say anything, don't harm me! I will die without a corpse when I betray the prince!"

Zhou Jian said coldly: "If you don't say it, you will die now without a complete body!"

Na Luda was still unwilling to do so. Yang Wei, who was standing beside him, said, "Sir, what else do you want to tell him? Just boil the oil. I think it's better to fry him into a stick!"

Guanyin maid also said coldly: "Yes, he has such a hard mouth and I think it's good if the car is cracked."

"No, no, no, let's cook and kill!"

Several people were talking big, one sentence was more scary than the other. When they heard it, Lu Da was trembling all over, and he wanted to cry without tears. Cold sweat was already overflowing his forehead.

"Hmph!" Zhou Jian snorted coldly, lifted his knife directly, becoming the last straw to break through his defense line.

"No!"

"I said, I said!" He shouted in panic, fearful.

"Then hurry up!" Zhou Jian yelled.
Chapter completed!