Chapter 254

"Forget it."

The grey haired man's personality seemed to be very kind as he retorted, "Although my subordinates did not see you kill those six bandits, but from the wounds on their throats, I could easily see that you killed them with the small sword in your bosom."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua could not help but touch his bosom. Luckily, the small sword and money pouch were still there. The four small primeval stones were also still there.

Zhang Xiaohua's face was embarrassed from being exposed and said, "So you all know, hehe."

"Quickly tell me, what are you here for?

These are seven lives, a little youth like you is actually so cruel and merciless. Could it be that they have a grudge against you for killing your father? "

"Grudge against my father?"

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes turned again and said in a sad voice, "Sir, you are absolutely right. I have a grudge against a few bandits for killing my father. Today I am here to take revenge."

Immediately after, he sorrowfully made up an awkward story. But, his story had just started when the grey haired man waved his hand and said, "Don't speak nonsense, I am not willing to listen to your nonsense. How can you have a grudge against the bandits with your skills?

I do not care about the lives of those bandits. I only want to ask you one thing, where is the cauldron in the secret room? "

"Cauldron?"

Zhang Xiaohua was confused and said in a puzzled voice, "Sir, please understand, I did not see any cauldron at all. Moreover, to be honest, I did not know that there was a secret room in that place. I originally wanted to assassinate the chief, but he was always with your people and I did not have a chance. So I thought of hiding in a place in the back hall and making my move. When I saw the secret room, the secret passage was already open. I was also curious so I went down. In the end, it was empty, there was nothing. Oh, right, there were only some strange weapons.

The grey haired man stared at Zhang Xiaohua, as if trying to distinguish whether he was telling the truth or not. After he finished speaking, he asked, "Which sect are you from?

Or which organization are you from?

If I'm familiar with it, I'll let you go after I verify it. "

Zhang Xiaohua smiled and said, "I really am a disciple of the Misty School."

The white-haired man also smiled and said, "Then do you know the Dragon God Sect?"

"Dragon God Sect?"

Zhang Xiaohua rolled her eyes and said, "I heard from my master, Wen Wenhai, that it's an unremarkable sect."

"Hahaha, hahaha."

The grey-haired man laughed as if he had heard a joke. He looked up to the sky and laughed until tears almost came out of his eyes. Then he said, "You are really cunning. I don't know where you heard Wen Wenhai's name, but you actually shamelessly clung to his thigh. Do you still want me to be magnanimous to you on account of the fact that you are Ou Peng's disciple's disciple?

However, since you haven't even heard of the Dragon God Sect, how could you possibly be a disciple of the Misty School? "

"Dragon God Sect?

Is he famous?

Should I know? "

Zhang Xiaohua had a series of question marks. She secretly muttered in her heart, "Isn't Second Brother just a disciple of the Misty School? I've never heard him mention the name of the Dragon God Sect."

Zhang Xiaohua helplessly spread out her hands and said, "Since Sir doesn't believe me, then I'll just take it that I'm self-taught."

"Self-taught?"

The grey-haired man snorted coldly and said, "You are ruthless. You slit their throats with a sword. This is not something an ordinary person can do. If you hadn't undergone strict training, how could I believe it?"

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaohua was also at a loss. Yes, seven lives were harvested by her just like that. When she heard that the bandits Brother Xu wanted to rob the Guozhuang House, Zhang Xiaohua naturally thought of the tragedy in the neighboring village and how the Three Wolves of Xicui Mountain treated her so viciously. She remembered that when she stabbed her first sword into that person's throat, she was still hesitant. After that, she saw a little bit of blood in his throat. At that time, her whole body was cold and she even trembled a little. However, she didn't have the slightest fear or regret.

Suddenly, a chill rose from Zhang Xiaohua's heart and instantly spread throughout her body. Yes, when she faced seven bandits, her powerful force made her feel like she was looking at a few weak ants. She could easily kill them without a burial ground. This was the first time she took the initiative to kill someone, but she wasn't afraid at all. Was this still her?

Was it because she killed them so gently that she didn't feel guilty because she didn't see a drop of blood?

Did their dead bodies make her think that they were really sleeping because they seemed to be asleep?

There was a kind of fear in Zhang Xiaohua's eyes.

This kind of fear was because she didn't understand her past behavior and her nature.

The grey-haired man sensitively felt the change in Zhang Xiaohua and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, almost at the same time, an indifferent and unknown flow flowed out of her mind. First, it flowed to her heart, and then it flowed throughout her body. Zhang Xiaohua's heart suddenly moved and a thought came into her mind, "If they hurt my family, no matter how far they are, I will kill them. If they are my family, no matter how dangerous it is, I will do it."

Once this thought appeared, it gradually became stronger and stronger. In the end, it became tyrannical and filled her entire mind. A sentence also appeared in her heart, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?!"

Zhang Xiaohua's eyes instantly became firm and her state of mind also grew as if she was reborn. The tempering of the state of mind was very mysterious. The grey-haired man didn't know that his provocation actually made Zhang Xiaohua's cultivation advance to another level.

When the grey-haired man saw Zhang Xiaohua's eyes, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared and he secretly said, "What a pity."

He originally wanted to use a psychological attack and use words to test Zhang Xiaohua's psychological bottom line to make her obediently tell him what he wanted to know. Now that he failed, he couldn't help but lose his patience.

The grey-haired man said coldly, "You really don't want to tell me where you came from?"

Zhang Xiaohua laughed and said, "Sir, my words are all true. You just don't believe me."

The grey-haired man was so angry that he laughed and said, "Good, good."

Then, with a flash, he pointed at the acupoint under Zhang Xiaohua's armpit. Zhang Xiaohua, who was close by, didn't even have room to dodge. When the acupoint was hit, an unbearable numbness came from her limbs. Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but collapse to the ground and almost moan.

However, this feeling came and went quickly. Before Zhang Xiaohua's mouth could open, the numbness disappeared. Zhang Xiaohua stood up softly and asked, "What are you doing?"

When the grey-haired man saw this, he was also surprised. If an ordinary person was hit like this, they would have already cried out and lay on the ground. This youth actually only felt a little pain.

At this time, the grey-haired man no longer had the warmth from before. He sneered and said, "Since you don't want to cooperate, then don't blame me for being vicious. Divine Sect's eighty-one methods, let me let you have a taste of the Soul Searching Hand."

After saying that, he pointed again. At this time, Zhang Xiaohua was already prepared. Seeing the finger coming, she quickly dodged and wanted to use Ethereal Steps to dodge. But no matter how she dodged, the finger followed her like a shadow, getting closer and closer. It was impossible to dodge. Was this the difference between a martial arts master and himself?

Zhang Xiaohua asked herself.

This gentle finger seemed to be gentler than the previous one. Unfortunately, this finger contained 95% of the grey-haired man's inner strength. Even if Zhang Xiaohua practiced the Immortal Path Cultivation Method, under such a huge difference, it was still difficult for her to escape. Her body that had been tested by the two little monks in the Dalin Temple, seemed to have been struck by lightning. An indescribable pain came from her four limbs. Her whole body's strength was instantly sucked out. That pain passed through her whole body and drilled straight into her brain. Like a spiritual awl, it fiercely pierced into Zhang Xiaohua's brain. Zhang Xiaohua lay weakly on the ground, her whole body twitching. Large beads of sweat dripped from her head. She couldn't help but moan softly.

It was indeed the Soul Searching Hand.

The pain only passed after half an incense's time. Zhang Xiaohua lay on the ground as if she had collapsed. She was too lazy to even move a finger. That pain was very strange. It was so painful that she almost fainted. But even if she wanted to faint, she couldn't. Her heart was abnormally clear.

The grey-haired man was still as warm as before. He smiled and asked, "This little hero, now can you tell me where the cauldron is?"

Zhang Xiaohua said softly and weakly, "This … Sir, this one has indeed never seen the cauldron. How do you want me to tell you?"

The grey-haired man's eyes flashed coldly. He raised his leg and was about to attack again. But he tilted his head and looked at the time. He smiled and said, "Hehe, trying to be brave?

It's okay. There's plenty of time to let you know. The Divine Sect has many techniques. I'll let you taste them one by one. I'd like to see how long you can last. "

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his five fingers and grabbed Zhang Xiaohua's acupuncture point. His strength penetrated through her bones. Zhang Xiaohua's body immediately stiffened. She couldn't move at all. She was caught in his hand.

At the same time, the grey-haired man was also surprised. Was this young man really a disciple of the Dalin Temple?

Did he grow up eating vegetables?

On the side of the road, Ying Fei was obediently pulling two horses. When he saw Sir Qin return, he smiled and said, "Sir Qin is still the best. No matter how cunning this guy is, he's still not your opponent."

Sir Qin frowned and said, "Ying Fei, are you praising me or scolding me?"

Ying Fei quickly explained respectfully, "How would I dare?

Sir is an elite of the Divine Sect. I can only admire and respect you. How would I dare to have any other thoughts?

But the information about the cauldron … "

Sir Qin looked at the dispirited Zhang Xiaohua in his hand and said, "I don't know which sect this guy is from. Oh, right, I haven't even asked for his name."

Zhang Xiaohua opened her mouth. How could she say anything?

Sir Qin's internal energy was very strong. This time, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't even speak.

Sir Qin didn't seem to want to ask for his name. He continued, "This guy's mouth is very tight. I can't see where his martial arts come from. If it was something else, it would be fine. If I can't find it, I can just kill him. But this cauldron is something that the Sect Leader wants. You have to give the Sect Leader an explanation."

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