There's something wrong with my hexagram gold

Chen Banxian remained calm and hid behind the tree. Maybe some small animals nearby attracted their attention.

Seven people moved closer to him.

Chen Banxian quietly lowered his head.

Seven people stood beside him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Jiligulu?

The leader, the older man, pointed his sword at him and said something incomprehensible.

Chen Banxian frowned and replied tentatively: How much do you want?

The leading man was confused and looked at his companions: Jiligulu?

A woman walked out of the seven people, rolled her eyes, and pinched several shapes with her fingers. These shapes glowed, leaving traces in the air to form patterns.

She added another touch between her eyebrows, drawing out a trace of soul power and integrating it into the pattern.

Then, the pattern glowed and shot towards Chen Banxian with great force. The latter reacted very quickly. He said Fengdu almost at the same time and firmly blocked the scene in front of him!

The woman sneered upon seeing this, as if she didn't think Chen Banxian's move was of any use.

Snapped!

The beam hit the plaque and smashed it into pieces. The quality of the things in Fengdu City was so good that no trace was left behind.

The woman felt like she had been severely injured, half of her fingers were broken, and she was vomiting blood!

Jiligulu!

The older man was furious, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, shooting out three feet of golden light.

It's none of my business! Chen Banxian looked unhappy. Seeing that the other party was doing nothing, he guessed that the rules of this secret realm should not be like this.

He raised the stone plaque with one hand, startling the older man to stop suddenly, but it was too late!

Chen Banxian held one in each hand and patted them down first before talking. These aliens were grunting and struggling on the ground.

Most of their bones were broken, but their expressions were obviously still unconvinced.

Speak humanly.

Chen Banxian poked one of them on the head with a stone plaque and heard a click.

I accidentally used too much force...

He apologized slightly: I'm sorry, it's my fault, my fault!

The remaining six people stared at him with wide eyes.

The woman was even more stubborn. She opened her mouth like a woman and spurted out a lot of harsh jabbering.

His expression was excited and his tone was sonorous, mixed with ups and downs of rhyme. Although he couldn't understand it, it was shocking to people.

Just by looking at his demeanor, Chen Banxian concluded that if this person studied Daxia culture, he would probably be a good debater.

His words were as good as the woman's: Ah, yes, yes, bounce, bounce, bounce.

No matter how weak the momentum was, he finally became angry and picked up the plaque to take a picture.

The villain can move his hands but not his mouth!

The splash of blood and meat sauce covered several people on one side.

The remaining five people swallowed hard, looked at each other, and chattered over something.

This is a murderer. He kills two people in a row without blinking an eye.

In the end, one of them gritted his teeth, took out a piece of paper from his arms, humiliatingly put in a bit of his soul power, and reluctantly threw it towards Chen Banxian.

Chen Banxian subconsciously blocked it and found that the paper was not dangerous and fell to the ground normally.

He bent down to pick it up, and strangely he could understand the meaning this time.

There is no text, but it just reveals a meaning. This is a slave contract. Party B has signed the soul power. Party A can control everything about the servant as long as he sheds his blood.

How can there be such a good thing in the world? Chen Banxian was doubtful and carefully checked every corner of the paper to make sure there was nothing wrong before he ruthlessly dripped a little blood.

If the wound is big, he is afraid of pain.

The contract was established, the paper automatically shrank and fell into his hand, and the words of the man on the ground were immediately understood by him.

“This foreigner’s misunderstandings are all misunderstandings!”

You, get up and talk.

Chen Banxian pointed at him. The man bared his teeth, winced in pain, and reluctantly stood up.

Chen Banxian read his thoughts: Devil, I have so many broken bones, and when I stand up my internal organs are as sharp as a knife, yet you have come up with such a way to torture me!

The man thought again: Oh no, I am his servant now, and he will know my thoughts. Oh no! I'll have to think of something else to confuse.

I'm blind, I like embroidery, and I play Feizhou Thief 6. The fanzine I wrote yesterday was really interesting...

Then...sit down again. Chen Banxian was shocked. How can doujinshi be played like this?

The latter was cursing uncontrollably and thinking about the 108 Kun Dao postures he had seen the day before yesterday.

He thought very hard, trying to recall as much content as possible, mixed with his own inner thoughts:

Devil! Torture once is not enough, you want to do it again. Do you want to weaken my will so that I can ask questions?

Chen Banxian asked: What's your name? Are you an indigenous resident here or an outsider?

This person was thinking: My name is Ye Kuli, do you want to give me a pseudonym? What should I call it, withered leaves?

He replied: My name is Li Yeku. We entered this secret realm by mistake. It was all an accident.

Li Yeku then thought: Aboriginal? Oh, if I hadn't strayed into this secret realm by mistake, I would still be an inner disciple of the Tianyin Sect, and now I have become a slave. What a shame and humiliation!

Chen Banxian patted him on the shoulder: I can see that you have a lot of thoughts. It's really hard for them to recommend you to be my servant.

Ye Kuli: Haha, after all, I am also called an inner sect, very wise and almost a demon. I am a foreigner, and my vision is not weak.

Ye Kuli: Liao Zan, Liao Zan,

Thank you. Chen Banxian nodded: What's going on in this secret realm?

Ye Kuli: How did I know?

I don't know, but we entered it not long ago by mistake. Although this foreign world is not big, it has countless small spaces layered on top of each other and is unpredictable.

Where are you from? Are you the force that drove a warship to destroy one of our cities?

Ye Kuli: Zooming in without even saying a few words?

He was frightened: I'm just a handyman disciple, responsible for lighting fires and cooking for the senior brothers and sisters behind me. I don't know.

In his heart, he was thinking: Oops, will he be silenced? This is really what we did, Taoist Aunt Bai Jie's Eighteen Styles...

I have to find a way to save my life! I'm sorry, my dear brothers and sisters...

Chen Banxian felt his full desire to survive.

At this time, the conversation between the four people behind Ye Kuli was translated simultaneously.

The older man's senior brother Han Pingsheng said: Can Xiaoye handle it? It's too difficult to confuse the audition. Few people can do it.

Junior Brother Evil Fei: It's too difficult. There are only three or five people in our Tianyin Sect, but it is said that Senior Brother Ye is as wise as a demon, so we have to believe him!

Junior sister Su Su: Yes, I believe Senior Brother Ye, if we communicate with each other, we will find a way to save our lives and leave here.

The remaining person, who was slightly better dressed, was named Gao Ziyu: When I go back, I will definitely contact my father and send experts to destroy his entire clan!

Chen Banxian wasn't angry after hearing this, he just stepped up and crushed him to death: What the hell, why do you have two eyes? You don't like it.

Ye Kuli left four survivors: Fuck! X4.