Using a Kung Fu called "Zi Chai", the "Zi Chai" seals the throat with blood and is extremely powerful. Once it is released, it will be unstoppable and no one can escape. People in the martial arts world, regardless of good or evil, are afraid of this thing...

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"Hmph, you know how powerful my master is, why don't you get out of here! If you don't get out, be careful of my young master making a 'corpse hairpin'!"

The dog slave who was nailed to the pillar was gnashing his teeth and screaming.

The arrogance remains undiminished.

Just as he was listening to this, Ling Zihan, who was suddenly interrupted, suddenly stood up, picked up the chopstick cage on the table, raised it casually, and threw it out of the window!

And at that moment, the chopsticks seemed to have eyes, flying towards the sturdy men who quietly climbed up to the second floor. One by one, the big men fell to the ground like onions and rolled down the stairs.

After the loud noise, the interrupted storyteller stopped talking and stepped aside. He gestured to the store owner, stretched out his hand to hold down the frightened waiter, and retreated to the corner.

The noble gentleman standing in the center of the stairs, holding a sword and with a red face, was left behind.

"Why, Mr. Zhihan, aren't you going to attack? Ha, I am not talented, but I have a good relationship with Mr. Han. I know that he is a person who 'will repay the kindness of a meal, and repay the grudges of Jizhan'. Why does the young master look like this?

You're just a wooden stake, and when you see the dogs under your command being beaten, you don't come up to argue?"

His tone was cold and sarcastic, with a sarcasm that he didn't even bother to cover up.

After finishing her words, Ling Zihan walked towards the opposite direction of the window.

At this time, the noble master downstairs finally had a reaction. But his reaction seemed a little too big. He actually imitated the "Zhihan Demon" that Ling Zihan said, using Qinggong to directly

Rush up to the window lattice.

Raising the sword and thrusting——

"Let you have a taste of my master's power..." The last word was broken before it was pronounced.

Soon after, a soft sword with fine quality and a murderous aura was placed across his throat. The blade was shining coldly, reflecting in the eyes of the dog-legged slave downstairs, which made the dog

The slave's legs were so weak that he could no longer stand.

Obviously, someone else's sword.

He shouted "Evil, evil, evil..."

The evil has persisted for a long time, but the evil has not come out.

"What's evil? It's evil!" Ling Zihan turned back and looked at the pale young master who was forced to have nowhere to escape by Xuanyuan Huang and could only stand on the edge of the window. There was a hint of coldness in the corners of his mouth.

Smiling. Pointed out

He lowered his face and sneered: "Before you pretend to be me next time, please find a disguise artist to make you a more exquisite human skin mask. With your face, if you want to impersonate me, as long as you are not blind, you can still

It's really hard to mistake you."

After a pause, the smile on her lips quickly faded, and a cold look appeared in her eyes. She stared at him with a bloodless face, and asked in a deep voice: "Tell me, who sent you to Jinzhong! What's the purpose of pretending to be me?"
Chapter completed!