Unremarkable grandfather

Zhao Xiaojie looked shocked and retreated quickly.

She was holding an ice sword talisman in her hand, and there was a crack on it.

"Sister, you... actually..."

"Take the ice sword talisman I gave you, come and kill me!"

"Why?" Zhao Chuan's voice choked up, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

"I didn't intend to kill you!" Zhao Xiaojie kept changing her expression, trying her best to restrain her emotions.

"As long as you teach me the best earth-level exercises, I won't do anything to you."

"You don't want to do anything to me?" Zhao Chui took out the dream worm crystal from his bosom and threw it out.

"You want the dream bug to devour my memory, and you say you don't want to do anything to me?"

"You know, after being devoured by the dream bug, I will be completely reduced to a useless person."

"You even have to plan against your only relative." Zhao Chuan's eyes showed pain, and his eyes were covered with mist.

"Dear one?" The struggle on Zhao Xiaojie's face gradually faded, she stepped forward with a sneer, "If you regard me as a relative, you won't hide your secrets."

"Today, if you don't pass on the exercises to me, don't blame me for being rude." The two of them tore their faces, and she said directly.

Zhao Xiaojie raised her hand to grab it, and an ice sword talisman was sandwiched between her two fingers.

The talisman ignited spontaneously without fire, and she knocked it out.

An ice sword condensed out in mid-air, and shot at Zhao Chuan mercilessly.

"Barrier Fist!"

Zhao Chuan hadn't fully comprehended the domineering artistic conception, but this punch still exuded a power not weaker than that of a perfect monk at the third level of Qi Entraining Realm.

There was another bang and crack, and the ice sword shattered inch by inch.

The fist was like a broken bamboo, and it hit Zhao Xiaojie's body, knocking her backwards and flying several feet away.

Zhao Xiaojie fell heavily on the ground, her eyes showed shock, "How could it be so strong?"

"How could this be?"

Zhao Zui stood where he was, staring blankly at the fist, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I'm the number one genius in Fanyun Town, how could I lose?" Zhao Xiaojie was about to collapse, her eyes were as red as blood.

Zhao Chul's expression was complicated, and he said after a while: "Little sister, you go, you have to take care of yourself in the future!"

"Don't think about doing anything to the villagers? Otherwise, I will definitely abolish your cultivation." Looking at the madness of her sister now, her nose was sour and two lines of tears shed.

Zhao Xiaojie stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were full of irrepressible hatred.

Suddenly, he turned and left without looking back.

"I will definitely come back." She roared in her heart, burning with hatred.

I don't know if the "you" in her mouth refers to Zhao Chui or Lin Qin?

rumbling...

At this moment, there was a sound of thunder and explosions, and the heavy rain poured down, as if the rainwater that had been accumulated for two years was poured down, instantly covering Zhao Xiaojie's retreating figure.

Zhao Chuan opened his mouth, then sighed, and closed the door.

The heavy rain continued, and Zhao Xiaojie walked in the rain, letting the rain wash over her body.

Even though it has been raining heavily for two or three hours, it still cannot quench the anger in my heart.

"No one can get what I can't get."

Zhao Xiaojie raised her head abruptly, let out a sharp roar towards the sky, swayed her figure, and galloped away into the distance.

Noon the next day.

The rain stopped.

Zhao Xiaojie stopped outside a valley. The valley was covered by thick fog, and it was impossible to see what was inside.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a gloomy gleam appeared in his eyes.

"The people sent by the Zhao family to hunt us down will definitely not miss this square city when they pass by!"

"Calculate the time, it should be here."

After walking a few steps, a transparent formation light curtain flickered and blocked her.

Zhao Xiaojie stretched out her hand and tapped lightly on the light curtain, the water rippled, and a portal appeared, and she walked in immediately.

Compared with the deserted outside, the inside is much more lively.

The area is not large, only a hundred feet square.

This is a genuine cultivator's market, and there are quite a few monks setting up stalls.

She looked very embarrassed, but it attracted the attention of many people.

When she found out that she was only a thirteen or fourteen-year-old girl, she lost interest.

The monks who come here intend to barter for things.

What good things can such a young girl have on her body?

Zhao Xiaojie looked around, and then her eyes lit up, and her eyes fell on a booth.

The stall owner is a 37-year-old man with a sallow complexion, narrow and long eyes, and the corners of the eyes are slightly raised, which makes the original ordinary appearance a little sharper.

Zhao Xiaojie pretended not to see it, and wandered around. When she approached the stall, her gaze met the stall owner.

Immediately lowered his head, with an appropriately flustered look on his face, he turned around and left.

Her speed was neither fast nor slow, and she left the market in a short time.

The sallow-faced man showed surprise, put away his things, and quickly followed.

Zhao Xiaojie waited at the entrance of the valley for a while, then went into the nearby grove.

This scene happened to be seen by the sallow-faced man who walked out of the market, and he couldn't help but follow up.

In the grove, Zhao Xiaojie waited quietly with cold eyes.

She didn't go too deep, the man with the sallow face just came in, and saw the girl standing by a tree.

"Why are you alone, where is your brother?" The sallow-faced man froze, looked around, and asked when he found no one else.

"Uncle Clan, you don't need to look for it, I'm the only one." Zhao Xiaojie smiled slightly, the coldness on her face disappeared like spring snow in an instant, she looked like a girl next door.

"where is he?"

The corners of Zhao Xiaojie's mouth curled up slightly, "If you say, I will kill him, do you believe it?"

The sallow-faced man was taken aback for a moment, and then he burst out laughing, "It would be easier to kill him, I think you must have lied to the clan uncle. Perhaps, you want to use this method in exchange for his life?"

Zhao Xiaojie covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled, her voice soon became chilly.

"He's very powerful now, I'm not an opponent, and I can't kill him even if I want to." The tone was rather regretful.

The sallow-faced man couldn't help but tremble. When they chased and killed the two of them, they saw with their own eyes, Zhao Chuan's frantic and desperate appearance in order to protect his sister. Now thinking about it, he feels shocked.

But listening to the other party's tone, the two seem to have turned against each other?

Immediately, he showed shock again, "He's only at the late stage of the Qi-leading realm, how could he be your opponent?"

"He, in a place of inheritance, he got a top-grade kung fu at the prefecture level."

"After only a few days of practice, I have already surpassed me. Do you think you are good or not!"

"What?" The sallow-faced man exclaimed in surprise, "Earth...earth level...is still the best skill, how is this possible?"

"Nothing is impossible. I saw it with my own eyes. He is so precious. Even my younger sister, don't want to get involved." Zhao Xiaojie's words were heavy, as if she wanted to eat human flesh and blood.

The sallow-faced man's chest rose and fell, his heart was agitated, and even his breathing became rapid.