Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 323 Sixth Floor
The pain of a severed arm is so severe that ordinary people can't bear it. The middle-aged man is an extraordinary person. As the elite of the Taiping Dao, he has a three-level innate cultivation base, so his endurance is not low.

With the sword fingers of his left hand together, he tapped the broken arm of his right arm several times in a row, which stopped the rushing blood and relieved a little pain.

Looking at Zhao Ji's back, the middle-aged man had a ferocious and murderous expression on his face, and sneaked over without making a sound, with his left arm raised, ready to take a picture.

Just at that time, the woman raised her head, looked behind Zhao Ji, and immediately showed a look of horror, and sounded a warning in fear.

Zhao Ji has already noticed the actions of the middle-aged man, as a cautious person, how could Zhao Ji turn a blind eye to the danger.

Therefore, when the woman exclaimed in surprise, Zhao Ji had already slapped her palm to the rear, clashing with the man's slap.

Originally, the middle-aged man wanted to make a sneak attack and kill Zhao Ji under his palm, but he didn't expect that Zhao Ji's reaction was so fast, and there was a strong suction force from his palm.

As soon as the two palms came into contact, the mature man felt that the innate qi in his body flowed towards Zhao Ji's body like a flood.

"How is it possible, what kind of magical power is this!"

The middle-aged man was shocked, with a frightened expression on his face, and a horrified word blurted out.

In the impression of a mature man, he has never encountered this kind of magic skill, which can absorb the true energy of a warrior, which is too terrifying.

At first, the mature man still had the strength to yell, but as the innate qi flowed away in his body, a feeling of weakness surfaced in his heart.

In just a moment, all the zhenqi in the middle-aged man's body was absorbed into Zhao Ji's body, and the amount of his innate zhenqi gradually increased.

The cultivation base at the peak of the fifth level of innate, under the continuous infusion of innate true energy, his cultivation gradually improved, breaking through to the sixth level of innateness.

Because of a True Dragon Pill bestowed by the Emperor Wu, Zhao Ji's Martial Dao Realm has reached the eighth innate level, and the acupoints that should be refined have already been refined. Therefore, this time the infusion of innate true energy, It can directly improve Zhao Ji's cultivation.

"boom!"

After exhausting the innate qi in the man's body, Zhao Ji pushed his hand, the man's figure fell backwards, and with a muffled sound, he fell to the ground.

The sword in his hand was raised high, facing the resentful eyes of the grown man, Zhao Ji walked over slowly, the hand holding the sword was extremely stable.

Ordinarily, Zhao Ji has abolished the cultivation of a mature man, and even broke his arm. It doesn't matter whether he kills him or not, but just now, the actions of a mature man have touched the bottom line of Zhao Ji's principle, so here People have to kill.

"You're going to die badly."

Staring at Zhao Ji with hateful eyes, the middle-aged man uttered a vicious curse at the last moment of his life.

With a cold smile, Zhao Ji didn't take his curse seriously at all. The sword in his hand unswervingly chopped down, a big head flew up, and a stream of blood spurted up.

"Uncle, uncle, thank you, save, save the lives of my whole family."

Several soldiers in Taipingdao were killed, and after the danger was resolved, the middle-aged man came to Zhao Ji tremblingly, stammering.

It can be seen that this person has fear in his heart, or even thinks that Zhao Ji and the soldiers of Taipingdao are the same kind of people, but Zhao Ji doesn't care.

"Young master, I don't know how to call my benefactor, Yu Xiaoke."

Seeing that Zhao Ji had dealt with the enemy, the woman's frightened, frightened and worried expression restrained herself, and hurried forward and said.

"My name is Zhao Ji."

Zhao Ji said lightly: "Since there is nothing else to do, I will leave."

"Ah, son, go slowly, we won't see you off."

When he heard that Zhao Ji was going to leave, the middle-aged man surnamed Yu was overjoyed, and said quickly, as if he couldn't wait to drive Zhao Ji away.

Saving people is just out of dislike. Although they don't expect anything in return from the other party, what the middle-aged Yu has done is too much.

"Ah."

The sharp gaze was cast on the middle-aged man surnamed Yu, full of threatening meanings, Zhao Ji hummed in a low voice, and a sense of oppression arose immediately.

Although there was no killing intent in Zhao Ji's eyes, the middle-aged man surnamed Yu was taken aback by the sense of oppression. He was a very timid person, how could he bear this oppression.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yu shrank his neck, stepped back quickly, and said with a smile, "Master, son, if you don't want to leave, then don't leave."

"Master, why bother to leave in such a hurry, why don't you stay here for now, and let us express our gratitude."

Yu Xiaoke said to Zhao Ji gently.

"Forget it, I still have something to do, so I won't stay."

With a wave of his hand, Zhao Ji couldn't bear to stay longer in Yu's house, and strode out.

"A few bastards dare to desert halfway. When I catch them, I must teach them a lesson and let them know the power of military law."

After walking into the courtyard, a cursing voice came from outside the courtyard gate.

With a "creak", the tightly closed courtyard door opened with a whimper, and another group of soldiers walked in. The leader was a mighty middle-aged man, followed by a dozen people.

"Be careful, the house smells of blood."

As soon as the courtyard door was opened, the mighty middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and he shouted in a deep voice.

With a soft shout, all the soldiers behind the mighty middle-aged man drew out the long knives hanging from their waists one after another, pointing the blades at the courtyard.

"Who are you?"

Just in time to see Zhao Ji walking out of the courtyard, aware of his extraordinary temperament, the middle-aged asked with a frown.

"Boss..."

At this time, behind the mighty middle-aged man, a person approached the middle-aged man, whispering in her ear.

"Ah, it turned out to be Xiongtai. I don't know what position he holds in Taiping Road?"

The mighty middle-aged man's expression changed again, his serious face suddenly became kind, and he said with a smile on his face.

When the middle-aged man said this, Zhao Ji knew that the scene where he and Zhang Jiao appeared together in the Taipingdao army formation must have been discovered and recorded by someone with a heart.

"I'm not from the Taiping Dao, but I just met Master Zhang and was brought here by him."

Zhao Ji said lightly.

"Ah, so that's the case. However, since Xiongtai knows our leader, we are also a family."

I was stunned for a moment, but the mighty middle-aged man didn't change his face, he was still very enthusiastic.

Before Zhao Ji could speak, a soldier behind the mighty middle-aged man approached the middle-aged man again, whispering a few words to himself in his ear.

After listening, the mighty middle-aged man's expression suddenly became solemn, and his eyes turned to look at the main room of Yu's house. Inside the wide open door, there was someone lying there with bright red blood , flowed down.

(End of this chapter)