City tour of the master of cultivation

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Mu is a master in southern Jiangsu Province. In front of him, historians dare not say no." Chen Guang also showed a smile on his face. The presence of Mu Zhen relieved Shi Tianlong's fear.

"I hope so." Zhou Yi sighed and said.

After several people in the box left, Chen Guang asked the waiter to serve a table of dishes. Zhou Yi and Zhou Zheng had a good meal before they drove home.

After returning home, Zhou Yi practiced for a while, until it was dark, he went into his bedroom and solemnly took out the magic sword that situ Wenqiang gave him last time.

"Man, I'll let you see blood tonight!" Zhou Yi's eyes flashed with cold light and murmured. Then he jumped out of the window.

Walking to the gate of the community, Zhou Yi directly packed a car and drove to Hongcheng, the target historian!

At this time, the historians were full of worries, and the servants who came and went all lowered their heads, for fear that they would make some people unhappy.

In the hall of the historian, Shi Tianlong is sitting on the sofa with his legs up. His face is expressionless and he can't see how to ease his anger. Shi Xiaoyong is kneeling not far away from Shi Tianlong. His face is full of palms, and there are some blood stains on the corners of his mouth. The sweat on his head is as big as beans, and he doesn't want money.

Shi Tianlong didn't look at Shi Xiaoyong. His head turned to one side. There were some doctors with busy forehands and feet. But at this time, the faces of several doctors were not very good. Obviously, their busy work was fruitless. While several doctors were anxious, they heard the voice that they didn't want to hear from behind.

"How's Taoist Yang?" Shi Tianlong sat on the sofa and asked calmly.

"Shi... Shiye, Yang Daochang's situation is not very optimistic. The Qi in his body is very unstable and the collision of Qi and blood is severe. We have no way to control it for the time being." The head doctor wiped the cold sweat on his head and said that he was the famous chief physician of internal medicine in Hongcheng 3A hospital, but he didn't dare to look up in front of Shi Tianlong.

"There's no way to control it?" Shi Tianlong's expression is still quiet, as if he is talking about something unrelated to himself. He took a look at Yang Chong, who was surrounded by several doctors. At this time, Yang Chong was no longer as high spirited as he had been before. His old face was pale, showing a faint sense of death. It's difficult even to talk.

"Xiao Li, throw them out and get another group of people." Shi Tianlong waved and said calmly.

"Yes, sir." A strong man strode forward, followed by four or five men in suits.

"Mr. Smith, give us another chance. Let's try again." The head doctor was sweating and said in a trembling voice. He knew what Shi Tianlong meant by throwing out, which was to break his leg, because before them, there were three waves of doctors who had broken their legs.

But Shi Tianlong didn't pay attention to the words of the chief doctor. He closed his eyes directly, as if thinking about something.

Then the strong man walked out of the hall with a few doctors with a grim smile. A few minutes later, there were several heartrending screams.

When they heard the scream, the heads of the servants of the historian were almost buried in their pants. Everyone had an idea in their hearts, that is, let the night pass quickly.

In the living room, Shi Tianlong's eyes are still closed. Yang Chong, lying flat on the sofa, sometimes breathes quickly and sometimes faintly. Listening to Shi Xiaoyong kneeling on the ground, he was more anxious.

"Dad, I'm wrong." Shi Xiaoyong looked at Shi Tianlong with his eyes closed, pleading.

"Wrong?" Shi Tianlong sneered, "can you wake up uncle Yang if you make a mistake?"

"Dad, I'm really wrong. I didn't know uncle Yang would be like this after he used the magic weapon." Shi Xiaoyong touched the palm seal on his face and explained.

After Zhou Yi slapped him in the face that day, he naturally went home and told Shi Tianlong the whole story. He had hoped that Shi Tianlong would take the lead for him, teach Zhou Yi a lesson, and grow the prestige of the historian. But he didn't expect that Shi Tianlong didn't want to move Zhou Yi at that time.

Shi Xiaoyong was naturally very unwilling. It was the first time that he had been trampled on his face in Hongcheng when he was so big. He could not swallow this tone anyway. So he thought hard and finally paid attention to his geomantic omen weapon. He knew the horror of his geomantic omen weapon.

It can be said that more than half of the credit for the historian's coming to this stage lies in that geomantic omen weapon. In his early years, Shi Tianlong used that geomantic omen weapon to assassinate many powerful enemies, even those who were killed. Until he died, he did not know who killed them.

Shi Xiaoyong has a lot of confidence in his family's geomantic tools. He thinks that Zhou Yi is just an ordinary person, at most he has some influence behind him. So he tries to persuade Shi Tianlong to use geomantic tools. Shi Tianlong didn't want to agree, but his son says that he can get Zhou Zheng's hair, so he only needs to find someone to use geomantic methods It's all right.

Shi Xiaoyong's persuasion, together with Shi Tianlong's anger and the death of cangkong in front of him, makes Shi Tianlong moved. He calls his best friend Yang Chong, a real practitioner in the later stage of his career, to urge his own geomantic tools, and designs a seamless plan for Tianyi to make an accident for Zhou Yi to die.When the plan was finished, Shi Tianlong also felt that it would be a success this time. A geomantic omen weapon, which was equivalent to the later stage of dark power, was extremely terrifying. Shi Tianlong could not imagine that Zhou Yi had any way to live.

But later, Shi Yang's appearance was unexpectedly revived by the wind and water.

Therefore, Shi Tianlong is very angry and attributes the failure to his son Shi Xiaoyong. Otherwise, his best friend would not be like this. The furious Shi Tianlong takes Shi Xiaoyong as an outlet and slaps him in the face.

Poor Shi Xiaoyong, he was beaten by his father for nothing.

"Dad, although uncle Yang was injured, it's worthwhile for you to think about it carefully, because Zhou Yi was sure to die at the cost of Uncle Yang's injury. Shouldn't we be happy that we have solved such a serious problem?" Shi Xiaoyong couldn't help the pain of his numb knee and began to persuade him tirelessly.

The look on Shi Tianlong's face also eased a bit. Although his old friend was seriously injured, if Zhou Yi really died, his action would not be a failure.

Because last time someone took the lead, he and Tang Wanlong joined hands and failed to kill Zhou Yi. If Zhou Yi was killed this time, the person who took the lead last time would definitely look at Shi Tianlong with new eyes, and there would be more resources for him in the future.

Shi Tianlong was eager to think of the resources he might have. Compared with those resources, Yang Chong's injury was nothing.

"Well, get up. Fortunately, Zhou Yi died this time. Otherwise, I won't break your leg." Shi Tianlong looked at Shi Xiaoyong, who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly.

"Thank you for your father's forgiveness." Shi Xiaoyong's face suddenly brightened. Unexpectedly, he was just about to stand up when he heard the sound of gunfire outside the living room.

A shot, like a bolt from the blue, broke the repressive atmosphere of historians.

Shi Tian stood up from the sofa with a dignified face.

Shi Xiaoyong would not kneel any more now. He also stood up, patted the dust on his knees, drew a gun from his waist, and walked out of the living room with a dignified look.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a few steps, several shadows came to him. They were Xiao Li, who had just carried away some doctors, and the bodyguards of some historians.

Shi Xiaoyong can't help but be shocked. These bodyguards are all the king of soldiers who Shi Tianlong invited back from the battlefield. How can they make people fight so easily.

However, what shocked Shi Xiaoyong was still behind. When Shi Xiaoyong was ready to aim at the door, a tall and straight figure appeared in his sight, as well as his beautiful face that he would never forget.

"Zhou Yi!" Shi Xiaoyong cried out subconsciously. His eyes were full of unbelievable looks. Did Zhou Yi not die under his own magic weapon?

And why did he come directly to historians?

At the moment, Shi Xiaoyong's head is full of 100000 reasons. Unfortunately, Zhou Yi didn't give him time to think about it. At the stall where Shi Xiaoyong was still shocked, Zhou Yi, who was carrying a fairy sword, took a step, crossed a distance of seven or eight meters, and came straight to Shi Xiaoyong. Shi Xiaoyong responded and was ready to press the trigger to kill Zhou Yi directly.

But Zhou Yi couldn't give him the chance. In Shi Xiaoyong's unbelievable eyes, Zhou Yi slapped Shi Xiaoyong in the face, like a mosquito.

Shi Tianlong's pupils suddenly shrink a few meters away. He didn't expect that Zhou Yi's strength is so strong that his son in the middle of Mingjin couldn't even support a round!

"Who are you?" Shi Tianlong is still calm. In fact, Zhou Yi's information has long been in his mind, but he can't reveal it at the moment.

"Hum, I'm your father." Zhou Yi said with a sneer that Shi Tianlong actually pretended to be with him. If he hadn't already had evidence to confirm that Shi Tianlong was responsible for the ghost, maybe he would have been cheated by Shi Tianlong's acting skills.

"Why do you say so much? I, Shi Tianlong, have never met you before, let alone offended you. But why do you break into my historian late at night and hurt his people?" Shi Tianlong's tone was a bit cold and fierce, but he thought that he had really suffered a disaster.