Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
"I drew a net."
His head hit the spider web and bounced back. His head hit the ground with a bang, and a piece of the solid bluestone floor was shattered.
The second warrior didn't think he was seriously asking how his painting was. A ball of golden light burst out from his palm, and the sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.
His head hit the spider web and bounced back. His head hit the ground with a bang, and a piece of the solid bluestone floor was shattered.
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
"It looks more like it this time."
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
"It looks more like it this time."
Ye Qidao looked sincere and tapped the iron drill with his hand: "Things like this are not bad. Physical things, whether they are metal, wood or other things, as long as they are real things are better. At least you can touch me... Your cultivation power is useless. "
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"Ah... oh! Ah... oh oh... ah!"
Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will tear you and An Zheng into pieces..."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
"go."
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
"It's my turn."
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
"kill him."
puff!
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
"Can you please stop fucking spanking me? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you please stop insulting me like this!"
The power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no effect on Ye Qidao's body. The power of the explosion blasted away from Ye Qidao's back. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, none of us can leave."
"It's my turn."
Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will tear you and An Zheng into pieces..."
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
"I drew a net."
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
"kill him."
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
Xiao Qidao drew again on the notebook. This time he was very careful when writing. It seemed that he deliberately drew very thin lines, but he really didn't hold the pen lightly. Although the lines were much thinner than the wooden stick. , but still as thick as a thumb.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the ink line, which was about a foot thick and about a foot long, flew out and stabbed the reclining Buddha's buttocks.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
The reclining Buddha cried out in pain: "What the hell is that again!"
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
puff!
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
"kill him."
"Forgot to tell you."
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
At this moment, someone stepped on the broken bricks and walked in. The sound of the soles of their shoes was harsh when they stepped on the rubble. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, about as thick as a fist.
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
The corners of Ye Qidao's mouth raised slightly.
He pointed at the notebook and explained: "What I want to draw is a scene of thousands of swords flying together. Can you tell?"
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
"ah!"
"My name is Ye Qidao. Why am I called Qidao? It's because I am not among the Six Paths, and you are all people in the Six Paths. But any power within the Six Paths is... meaningless to me."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
"Oh, no spanking."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
"Oh, no spanking."
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
"I drew a net."
"What the fuck is this!"
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
The second warrior didn't think he was seriously asking how his painting was. A ball of golden light burst out from his palm, and the sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
"My name is Ye Qidao. Why am I called Qidao? It's because I am not among the Six Paths, and you are all people in the Six Paths. But any power within the Six Paths is... meaningless to me."
His head hit the spider web and bounced back. His head hit the ground with a bang, and a piece of the solid bluestone floor was shattered.
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
"go."
Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, none of us can leave."
"We are not from the same uncle."
"Can you please stop fucking spanking me? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you please stop insulting me like this!"
He pointed at the notebook and explained: "What I want to draw is a scene of thousands of swords flying together. Can you tell?"
"It is ok."
"Why don't you fucking die!"
"Just say it."
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
"Needle."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
"We are not from the same uncle."
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
"It looks more like it this time."
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
The second warrior didn't think he was seriously asking how his painting was. A ball of golden light burst out from his palm, and the sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
"go."
"This won't work."
puff!
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
"ah!"
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
Ye Qidao looked sincere and tapped the iron drill with his hand: "Things like this are not bad. Physical things, whether they are metal, wood or other things, as long as they are real things are better. At least you can touch me... Your cultivation power is useless. "
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled out the stick: "What's wrong with you? This stick of mine is magical... It can cure all diseases."
"kill him."
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
"It's my turn."
The power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no effect on Ye Qidao's body. The power of the explosion blasted away from Ye Qidao's back. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.
"It looks more like it this time."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
"It's my turn."
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
"We are not from the same uncle."
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"We are not from the same uncle."
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
"Oh, no spanking."
puff!
"go."
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
I don’t know why, but since the first time the needle penetrated into the place it shouldn’t have been, Xiao Qidao’s fingers moved up and down in a perfect trajectory without any deviation...
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
"Oh, no spanking."
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled out the stick: "What's wrong with you? This stick of mine is magical... It can cure all diseases."
"Oh, no spanking."
"Why don't you fucking die!"
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
"My name is Ye Qidao. Why am I called Qidao? It's because I am not among the Six Paths, and you are all people in the Six Paths. But any power within the Six Paths is... meaningless to me."
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, looking like he was not well.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
After the flying sword burst, everyone was gone.
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
The power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no effect on Ye Qidao's body. The power of the explosion blasted away from Ye Qidao's back. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will tear you and An Zheng into pieces..."
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
"It's my turn."
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
"I...kill...you..."
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
"Why don't you fucking die!"
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
The second warrior didn't think he was seriously asking how his painting was. A ball of golden light burst out from his palm, and the sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
The reclining Buddha turns around and runs away, never dragging his feet. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this seemingly harmless little bastard into pieces right now, he can still perfectly control his emotions and never engage in unnecessary fighting when he needs to escape.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
"This won't work."
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
The moment he turned around and tore apart the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.
"Oh, no spanking."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
After the flying sword burst, everyone was gone.
"It's better to be direct. I'm asking you to torture me to extract a confession, and I'm not just teasing you."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the ink line, which was about a foot thick and about a foot long, flew out and stabbed the reclining Buddha's buttocks.
Ye Qidao looked sincere and tapped the iron drill with his hand: "Things like this are not bad. Physical things, whether they are metal, wood or other things, as long as they are real things are better. At least you can touch me... Your cultivation power is useless. "
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush drew quickly, and a straight ink mark appeared on the notebook. The ink mark disappeared as soon as he drew it. While the reclining Buddha tore open the space, the disappearing ink trace appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, blocking the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he bumped into the ink mark with his head. With a bang, his head bounced back as if it had hit an iron door. A big bump instantly appeared on his forehead.
The reclining Buddha cried out in pain: "What the hell is that again!"
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
"This won't work."
"This won't work."
"ah!"
"What the fuck is this!"
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavy. Brother An Zheng said that if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me. Every injustice has its own debtor..."
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
"We are not from the same uncle."
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
"I...kill...you..."
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the ink line, which was about a foot thick and about a foot long, flew out and stabbed the reclining Buddha's buttocks.
"go."
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
"This won't work."
"This won't work."
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, looking like he was not well.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
The moment he turned around and tore apart the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"Why don't you fucking die!"
"What the fuck is this!"
"Ah... oh! Ah... oh oh... ah!"
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
The reclining Buddha turns around and runs away, never dragging his feet. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this seemingly harmless little bastard into pieces right now, he can still perfectly control his emotions and never engage in unnecessary fighting when he needs to escape.
I don’t know why, but since the first time the needle penetrated into the place it shouldn’t have been, Xiao Qidao’s fingers moved up and down in a perfect trajectory without any deviation...
He pointed at the notebook and explained: "What I want to draw is a scene of thousands of swords flying together. Can you tell?"
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush drew quickly, and a straight ink mark appeared on the notebook. The ink mark disappeared as soon as he drew it. While the reclining Buddha tore open the space, the disappearing ink trace appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, blocking the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he bumped into the ink mark with his head. With a bang, his head bounced back as if it had hit an iron door. A big bump instantly appeared on his forehead.
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
"Needle."
"Oh, no spanking."
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, looking like he was not well.
His head hit the spider web and bounced back. His head hit the ground with a bang, and a piece of the solid bluestone floor was shattered.
"I...kill...you..."
"My name is Ye Qidao. Why am I called Qidao? It's because I am not among the Six Paths, and you are all people in the Six Paths. But any power within the Six Paths is... meaningless to me."
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
"It looks more like it this time."
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
"Needle."
"It's my turn."
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
"I drew a net."
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
"Oh, no spanking."
Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, none of us can leave."
The reclining Buddha turns around and runs away, never dragging his feet. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this seemingly harmless little bastard into pieces right now, he can still perfectly control his emotions and never engage in unnecessary fighting when he needs to escape.
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
"It is ok."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will tear you and An Zheng into pieces..."
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
I don’t know why, but since the first time the needle penetrated into the place it shouldn’t have been, Xiao Qidao’s fingers moved up and down in a perfect trajectory without any deviation...
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
At this moment, someone stepped on the broken bricks and walked in. The sound of the soles of their shoes was harsh when they stepped on the rubble. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, about as thick as a fist.
"I drew a net."
"Can you please stop fucking spanking me? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you please stop insulting me like this!"
puff!
"kill him."
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
"Oh, no spanking."
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
The corners of Ye Qidao's mouth raised slightly.
"kill him."
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, none of us can leave."
"go."
The reclining Buddha cried out in pain: "What the hell is that again!"
"My name is Ye Qidao. Why am I called Qidao? It's because I am not among the Six Paths, and you are all people in the Six Paths. But any power within the Six Paths is... meaningless to me."
The reclining Buddha got up and rushed to the other side. While rushing, he pulled his hands outward, and a space crack appeared in front of him again. When one of his feet had already stepped into the crack, a layer of spider web-like things suddenly appeared on the crack to block it. He put his head on it. The spider web was more elastic and bounced his body directly. Smashing it backwards to the ground, yes... It's not a fall, the fall is relatively light, it's a smash.
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
"go."
"Oh, no spanking."
"Ah... oh! Ah... oh oh... ah!"
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled out the stick: "What's wrong with you? This stick of mine is magical... It can cure all diseases."
Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavy. Brother An Zheng said that if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me. Every injustice has its own debtor..."
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
"It is ok."
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
Xiao Qidao drew again on the notebook. This time he was very careful when writing. It seemed that he deliberately drew very thin lines, but he really didn't hold the pen lightly. Although the lines were much thinner than the wooden stick. , but still as thick as a thumb.
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush drew quickly, and a straight ink mark appeared on the notebook. The ink mark disappeared as soon as he drew it. While the reclining Buddha tore open the space, the disappearing ink trace appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, blocking the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he bumped into the ink mark with his head. With a bang, his head bounced back as if it had hit an iron door. A big bump instantly appeared on his forehead.
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
"It is ok."
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
"I drew a net."
Ye Qidao smiled, and those beautiful little tiger teeth made him feel so innocent.
He stretched out his hand and pointed, and the ink line, which was about a foot thick and about a foot long, flew out and stabbed the reclining Buddha's buttocks.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
At this moment, someone stepped on the broken bricks and walked in. The sound of the soles of their shoes was harsh when they stepped on the rubble. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, about as thick as a fist.
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
"Why don't you fucking die!"
"Oh, no spanking."
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
"ah!"
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
The reclining Buddha cried out in pain: "What the hell is that again!"
"Just say it."
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
"It's better to be direct. I'm asking you to torture me to extract a confession, and I'm not just teasing you."
But in Reclining Buddha's opinion, this little bastard has reached a certain level of hatefulness, even more hateful than that fucking beast named An Zheng.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
"It's my turn."
"It looks more like it this time."
"Needle."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
But he is a lying Buddha, he is not an impulsive boy. Even though he was thoroughly angered, he still wouldn't make the first move himself.
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavy. Brother An Zheng said that if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me. Every injustice has its own debtor..."
"It is ok."
"It's better to be direct. I'm asking you to torture me to extract a confession, and I'm not just teasing you."
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
"I...kill...you..."
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
"Ah... oh! Ah... oh oh... ah!"
The power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no effect on Ye Qidao's body. The power of the explosion blasted away from Ye Qidao's back. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.
Ye Qidao looked at the notebook, and the ink marks disappeared.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
"We are not from the same uncle."
The corners of Ye Qidao's mouth raised slightly.
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavy. Brother An Zheng said that if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me. Every injustice has its own debtor..."
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
"Oh, no spanking."
Ye Qidao wiped his fingers on the place he had drawn on the notebook, and then pointed at Fighter Two.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair: "I'm sorry, the painting is a little heavy. Brother An Zheng said that if I ask you a question and you don't answer, I will prick you with a needle. Don't blame me. Every injustice has its own debtor..."
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
He picked up the pen and quickly swiped it on the notebook. He didn't know where the ink on the brush came from. After swiping it, the ink on the notebook looked like splashed water. The thick part of the pen and ink is the main body of the water, and the ink splashed around is the water droplets sprayed out.
Xiao Qidao drew again on the notebook. This time he was very careful when writing. It seemed that he deliberately drew very thin lines, but he really didn't hold the pen lightly. Although the lines were much thinner than the wooden stick. , but still as thick as a thumb.
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
Thousands of black flying swords hit Fighter Two's chest. Dozens of flying swords arrived almost at the same time, and then there was no end. The endless rain of swords pushed Fighter 2's body back violently, and he was completely unable to control his body. And his body gradually separated in mid-air, cut with sword after sword. When the man flew three meters away, his upper body was gone. Five meters later, the whole person was gone.
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
puff!
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
"I drew a net."
"Oh, no spanking."
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
Ye Qidao was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly became embarrassed: "Brother An Zheng taught me a lot of methods to extract confessions, but I really can't learn them. You also know that brother An Zheng is the head of the Ming Fa Division, and many of the punishments in the Ming Fa Division are He invented it. But I'm stupid, and I didn't learn it after he taught me for a while, so he just said to use a needle."
"ah!"
Ye Qidao waved, and the wood floating in the air moved forward a little, and then hit the reclining Buddha on the back of the head. If the sound from the previous spanking was puff puff puff puff... then the sound from the spanking on the back of the head was "dang dang dang dang"...
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
The muffled sound, one after another, was particularly humiliating.
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
Ye Qidao apologized very sincerely, but he didn't stop pointing his finger down, and the frequency seemed to be getting faster and faster.
"What the fuck is this!"
The reclining Buddha turns around and runs away, never dragging his feet. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this seemingly harmless little bastard into pieces right now, he can still perfectly control his emotions and never engage in unnecessary fighting when he needs to escape.
"Ah... oh! Ah... oh oh... ah!"
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
The second warrior didn't think he was seriously asking how his painting was. A ball of golden light burst out from his palm, and the sharp breath rushed directly into Ye Qidao's heart along the iron drill. With a muffled sound, the violent power exploded in Ye Qidao's body.
I don’t know why, but since the first time the needle penetrated into the place it shouldn’t have been, Xiao Qidao’s fingers moved up and down in a perfect trajectory without any deviation...
"Forgot to tell you."
"Can you please stop fucking spanking me? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you please stop insulting me like this!"
Then the previous thing that Ye Qidao called a wooden stick flew over and hit the reclining Buddha on the buttocks.
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
"I...kill...you..."
The iron drill in the warrior's hand pierced Ye Qidao's heart. Ye Qidao was startled, as if he had forgotten to avoid it, and watched helplessly as the iron drill pierced his heart. But... the iron rod came out of his body, but he seemed to be fine at all. A small hole appeared on his chest, and the iron drill went through the hole, but there was no trace of blood on the small hole.
Ye Qidao scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Wood... I want to draw a piece of wood stuck there to block you, doesn't it look like it?"
Not surprisingly, when the reclining Buddha saw this scene, he turned around and ran away. He stretched out his hand to tear open the space and rushed in. This was what he was best at. During the era of Da Xi, there were few people who had a stronger understanding of the power of space than him. Part of An Zheng's mastery of space power came from his battle with the Reclining Buddha.
The reclining Buddha turns around and runs away, never dragging his feet. Even if he is mad, even if he wants to tear this seemingly harmless little bastard into pieces right now, he can still perfectly control his emotions and never engage in unnecessary fighting when he needs to escape.
The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, looking like he was not well.
"Can you please stop fucking spanking me? This is a battle between practitioners. Can you please stop insulting me like this!"
Reclining Buddha couldn't help but curse.
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
The warrior said yes. Although he had awakened his own thoughts, his wisdom was still inferior to that of the Reclining Buddha. Otherwise, he would not have been moved by the Reclining Buddha's words before. His mental awakening was far worse than Nie Qing's. Nie Qing had completely gotten rid of the warrior's control, and he had just had this idea.
Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
Ye Qidao looked sincere and tapped the iron drill with his hand: "Things like this are not bad. Physical things, whether they are metal, wood or other things, as long as they are real things are better. At least you can touch me... Your cultivation power is useless. "
"Just say it."
"Just say it."
"As expected, you still want to run away. I thought Brother An Zheng would guess wrong."
"As expected, I still have no talent for painting."
"Why don't you fucking die!"
Ye Qidao nodded his fingers up and down: "I'm so tired."
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
As soon as Ye Qidao reached out and pulled back, the spider web that sealed the space crack flew down and landed on the reclining Buddha, and then tightened instantly. Although this net is a mess, it is really strong. After being trapped in the state of cultivation of the Reclining Buddha, no matter how much you struggle, it is meaningless. The more you struggle, the tighter the net becomes, until it feels like each of the net wires has been cut into the flesh.
Ye Qidao's hand holding the brush drew quickly, and a straight ink mark appeared on the notebook. The ink mark disappeared as soon as he drew it. While the reclining Buddha tore open the space, the disappearing ink trace appeared in front of the reclining Buddha, blocking the torn space. When the reclining Buddha rushed forward, he bumped into the ink mark with his head. With a bang, his head bounced back as if it had hit an iron door. A big bump instantly appeared on his forehead.
Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
"It is ok."
Ye Qidao took out a notebook and a pen from the crossbody bag he was carrying, and said very seriously: "Don't fight yet, wait until I am ready. My brother said that I must tell you his name, otherwise you will fight He won't try his best. He said that if you can't beat him, he won't bother to fight with you. He has already left you thousands of miles behind. "
With a slight scolding from him, the ink marks on the notebook instantly turned into thousands of black flying swords that shot towards Warrior II. The distance between the two people was too close, not even half a meter. At this distance, Warrior II couldn't dodge even if he had enough reaction.
The moment he turned around and tore apart the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.
Reclining Buddha: "If I have a chance, I will tear you and An Zheng into pieces..."
This time, the back of the head was hit with a big bruise.
The so-called needle, which is as thick as a thumb, pricks the reclining Buddha's butt one by one. It is impossible for the finger to perfectly maintain the same trajectory when it moves up and down, so of course the needle is not in the same position when it falls, not to mention pressing If it was stuck in one place, it might have been broken into pieces.
Reclining Buddha looked at Warrior 2: "Our position has been exposed. If we don't kill this guy, none of us can leave."
"Forgot to tell you."
At this moment, someone stepped on the broken bricks and walked in. The sound of the soles of their shoes was harsh when they stepped on the rubble. An Zheng walked in with a real wooden stick in his hand, about as thick as a fist.
He smiled harmlessly: "That's why Brother An Zheng asked me to come. He said that you can barely fight with me, so you can practice with me."
He also raised the notebook and showed it to Warrior 2, with a serious look on his face that didn't look like he was joking at all. And he was indeed not joking, he was really asking Warrior II how his painting was. However, his painting is really not very good.
The corners of Ye Qidao's mouth raised slightly.
The power exploded, but it didn't hurt Ye Qidao at all. No matter how violent the power was, it seemed to have no effect on Ye Qidao's body. The power of the explosion blasted away from Ye Qidao's back. The courtyard door and wall behind Ye Qidao were instantly shaken into powder.
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
The moment he turned around and tore apart the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.
"kill him."
"It's better to be direct. I'm asking you to torture me to extract a confession, and I'm not just teasing you."
"Let me do it, your needle is too thin."
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
Xiao Qidao's fingers pointed downwards in mid-air: "Do you want to say it, do you want to say it, do you want to say it..."
"It is ok."
An Zheng came over with a wooden stick, poked it on the ground, and then rolled up his cuffs.
"kill him."
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
It was as if Warrior II had never existed in the world. What was horrifying was that there was no trace of blood, no body parts, nothing.
"It's better to be direct. I'm asking you to torture me to extract a confession, and I'm not just teasing you."
"go."
The reclining Buddha was lying there dying, looking like he was not well.
The moment he turned around and tore apart the space, he heard a faint sigh behind him.
An Zheng glanced at the reclining Buddha and pulled out the stick: "What's wrong with you? This stick of mine is magical... It can cure all diseases."
Reclining Buddha's face turned pale when he heard these words. It was just that he was looked down upon by An Zheng, but now a man appeared so casually and despised him, which completely hurt his self-esteem as a man. .
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.
"Brother An Zheng said that he can't kill you, but he must teach you a lesson. He said that keeping you is still useful, because you know secrets that others don't know. For example... where is Chen Wunuo now?"
It seemed like it was stuck somewhere it shouldn't be.