After a slight smile, Zhao Dabao waved his hand gently, meaning Wu Da, you are not in a hurry, I will ask for some things first.

"Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun, right?"

"Yes, young man, I am Zheng Jiajun, the Blood Knife."

"Okay, then I'll call you Master Zheng, right? That's it. I want to know if you have any purpose to return to Sui City?" Zhao Dabao said with a hint of interest on his face.

"Young man, do you want to ask me the purpose of returning to Sui City? Do you want to ask, will I definitely answer?" Zheng Jiajun asked back solemnly.

"Haha", a chuckle came from Zhao Dabao's mouth, "I understand, Master Zheng means that I have something to do with asking this. Well, I'll prove it to you."

While speaking, Zhao Dabao waved his hand lightly and an invisible force floated out.

A stack of Xia Guo coins on the ground soared into the air, as if they were held up by an invisible hand. At the moment when everyone's eyes had not yet reached, there was a crisp "pop" sound, and the tip of the scabbard that was originally hanging in front of Wu Da was suddenly knocked open, and the stack of Xia Guo coins also fell to the ground.

"Pick the leaves and fly flowers!" A scream came from the mouth of the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun.

Picking leaves and flying flowers is the legendary unique skill of the god-level only comes from the hands of practitioners at the Mingjin level, and even those with perfect internal strength cannot do it.

Once the god-level unique skills emerged, not only Zheng Jiajun, Feng Quanyi, Liu Zhao, Dongbao and others knew that even Wu Da, the gangster boss of ordinary warriors, knew that this was a legendary cultivator.

In Wu Da's hope, Zheng Jiajun and Feng Quanyi's horror gaze, Zhao Dabao said with a smile on his face:

"Master Zheng, I have the conditions to ask questions this time, right?"

With his hands on, the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun gave a deep salute with a serious expression.

This is not respect in the secular world, but the horror and fear of the cultivation world as a martial artist. As a cultivation world, once you enter the cultivation world, you will become an immortal and a god. That is, you are not in the five elements and are not subject to the Yin and Yang tube.

"Mr. Zhao, since you are the master of the cultivation world, I will briefly talk about the process of my grudges with Wu Da. Twenty years ago, Wu Da seduced many people from the world and killed my brothers and brothers, seriously injured me in Sui City, and eventually forced me to go abroad. Do you think I can't go back to Sui City to recover my previous blood debt?"

Nodded slightly, Zhao Dabao agreed:

"Well, the reason is sufficient, you can seek revenge. So, since I have appeared in this guild hall, no matter what happened before, it's all over today. Master Zheng, what do you think?"

"So far today?"

The Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun pondered for a moment. If Zhao Dabao was following, he would be really unwilling to accept it.

But so what if he is unwilling to accept it? He has seen a practitioner at the Mingjin level, and the difference is simply a comparison between heaven and earth. But just stopping, Zheng Jiajun was unwilling to accept it.

Seeing Zheng Jiajun's hesitation and disagreement, Zhao Dabao raised his eyebrows slightly upward, and his small eyes flashed with brilliance:

"In this way, Master Zheng, you take my move. If you can take my move, I will never interfere with today's affairs. But if you can't even take a move, then do as I want, what?"

Upon hearing this, when Zheng Jiajun had not answered, Wu Da howled:

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao, I have paid five million. Can you eliminate the future? Zheng Jiajun let me go today, but what should I do if I come again in the future? Mr. Zhao, I will add another five million. Please destroy Zheng Jiajun here today. What if the money is not enough, I will add another money.

.oh…….."

Before Wu Da finished howling, Zhao Dabao's face darkened, "Noisy"!

With a slight wave of his palm, a crisp "pop" sound was heard, and Wu Da's left face was swelling with an invisible force. His originally triangular face suddenly became swollen, and a trace of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Wu, when I talk, you don't have the chance to interrupt. Let me tell you that saving your life today is not for the sake of money, but for the opportunity given by Lao Liu, and the room for you to bargain?"

Seeing Zhao Dabao giving face so much, Zheng Jiajun knew what to do with Blood Knife? This young Mr. Zhao was not afraid of his Blood Knife, but wanted to give him a step.

But when Zheng Jiajun bowed:

"Mr. Zhao's kindness is my old Zheng. In this way, if I can't take Mr. Zhao's move, my Zheng Jiajun promises not to cause trouble for Wu Da within half a year."

"Okay, Master Zheng, speak quickly, then you are ready and just take my move."

As he said that, Zhao Dabao stretched out his hand and made an invitation.

"Okay, then I, Zheng Jiajun, dared to ask Mr. Zhao for advice, and ask Mr. Zhao for advice." The blood knife scabbard stood up and Zheng Jiajun put on a defensive posture.

"Oh, Master Zheng, don't you get your blood knife back?" As he spoke, Zhao Dabao moved his mouth gently, in the direction of the blood knife inserted into the wall.

"I dare not, Mr. Zhao face to face, Zheng Jiajun dared not move weapons, so he dared to use a scabbard to ask Mr. Zhao for advice."

The Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun is really old. He uses scabbards to learn about it, which clearly means asking for advice.

Since he knew that the young man in front of him was a cultivator, how could he dare to use weapons? If he angered the cultivator, he might not know how Zheng Jiajun died.

He has taught a painful lesson to the horror of the practitioner.

Gently flicked the corner of his vest with his fingers, Zhao Dabao walked forward lightly and stood leisurely in front of Zheng Jiajun five meters.

"Mr. Zhao, can you show your weapons?"

"Weapon? Haha, no need, Zhao will use this right palm to compete with Master Zheng."

"Okay, then please ask the sir to give me advice."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Jiajun's inner strength surged, and the blood knife scabbard in his hand paused slightly. His right hand danced wildly, causing the blood knife scabbard to sweep into a white exercise, forming a fan of space one meter in front of him.

Then the left hand turned into a palm, the five fingers in the palm formed a hook, and frantically grabbed twenty-five claws towards the sword shadow.

The flying sword shadows and changing fingers and claws reflect each other and intersect each other, just like a knife fan claw that is compatible with the inside and outside of the mountain, mixed with the upper and lower parts, making a magical defensive shield, an indestructible solid shield.

With a chuckle, Zhao Dabao was the moment when Zheng Jiajun's defense was taking shape.

The Nine-Turn Xuan Gong was running rapidly in the body, and a mouthful of internal strength suddenly poured into the left palm. The originally thin palm instantly swelled twice, bringing up a green aura, and it was displayed with the left palm.

Although the movements are gentle and chic, the strong wind brought out is like a blue cloud. This is the exterior of the practitioner's internal and external power, and it is also the best explanation for practitioners at the Mingjin level.

A green wind swayed wildly, and the Blood Knife Zheng Jiajun knew that the young people he was facing were 100% cultivators at the Mingjin level, and he was definitely a high-end master at the Mingjin level.

In an instant, Zheng Jiajun suddenly looked at him and was drinking like thunder in the air.

Palm and hand, knife and force, all defensive moves become one move in an instant, and become one with no fancy moves.

The change to one point has also made this point the strongest point.

If the previous sword fan claw shadow had twice the defense strength, the current defensive intensity has increased by at least five times.

A strong wind hit a point of the knife, and the wild wind blew around, and the other people watching continued to retreat.

However, the strong wind, the fierceness of the knife tip, and the figures that kept retreating around did not produce a Mars-like explosion that hit the earth.

But when he heard a slight dull sound of "puff", Zheng Jiajun's dull scabbard tip was not easy to fly, causing his body to continue to retreat, and with each step of retreat, he burst into blood.

After taking seven steps back, he spit out seven mouthfuls of blood. When he retreated to the seventh step, Zheng Jiajun fell to the ground with a "thump". In an instant, his originally extremely rosy face turned pale as paper.

This is the power of the Mingjin level practitioner? A sense of horror arose in the hearts of Black Monkey Feng Quanyi, Liu Zhao and others.

Otherwise, once you enter the cultivation, you will be divided into heaven and earth. But this score is too big and the gap is too obvious.

As for the so-called gangsters in Sui City, Wu Da and other so many people were shocked by the thunder, roaring like drums, shaking everyone's eyes and ears. Is this a warrior? Is this a human? This is simply an immortal method.

The blood knife is such a hard steel knife, and the high-speed bullets are like chopping mud and cutting wood. As for the scabbards that hold the blood knife, they are also made of fine steel.

If it is sharper, the blood knife must be sharper than the scabbard. However, in terms of hardness and toughness, the scabbard is the most respected.

And what happened now? The hard scabbard as hard as a rock, when it touched the internal force that Mr. Zhao gently swung, the scabbard was broken.

If Mr. Zhao exerted his strength on his head, what would happen? Will my head be harder than bullets? Will it be harder than Zheng Jiajun's blood knife scabbard?

From this moment on, Wu Da and many subordinates truly realized what kind of humanity Mr. Zhao was? The entire Sui City gangster truly regarded Mr. Zhao as a taboo in the entire underground world.

From this moment on, Zhao Dabao became the emperor of the underworld in Sui City.

What everyone saw was the surface, and there was a personal pain. What they deeply felt was the blood knife Zheng Jiajun who was sitting on the ground. The moment the blood knife sheath collided with the blue wind, he clearly felt that the sharp edge of the scabbard was a big mountain, an insurmountable super giant mountain.

Not to mention that the blood knife scabbard in his hand, even a car driving at high speed will be torn and crushed by this strong wind.

But what shocked Zheng Jiajun even more was that he knew that Zhao Dabao's attack was definitely not the power of an ordinary Mingjin practitioner.

His master is also a cultivator at the Mingjin level, but compared with Mr. Zhao's attack, his power is simply a comparison between the light of the worm and the bright moon, and the gap is too big.

Of course, what Zheng Jiajun didn't know is that the ending at this moment was a comprehensive result of many aspects.

First of all, he was passive in defense, without any movement, so that Zhao Dabao's strong wind could be gathered at one point, which is the same principle as his concentration of defense at one point.

But if the internal strength of a practitioner is concentrated at one point, the superposition power is not three times five times, but dozens of times.

Secondly, as a nine-turn mysterious skill that transcends the skills of practitioners, it is not comparable to the skills of cultivation. It is Peng Zu’s original immortal cultivation technique.

The difference between cultivation and immortal cultivation is a thousand miles apart. This is why the shocking effect of today and now is formed.

(End of this chapter)
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