White-Robed Chief

Chapter 774: Mental Technique (Part 1)

Chu Li's Dayuan mirror operated intelligently to see clearly the identities of the two men in black.

Joking was running in their minds, and they had no intention of killing themselves.

In the small courtyard nearby, Miss Ruolan was drinking tea quietly and listening attentively.

But he couldn't see the saint.

As long as it is outside his field of vision, Dayuan Jingzhi will not be able to observe the saint. The great light body she has cultivated is really mysterious and unpredictable, blending with everything in the world and the light. As long as there is light, you will not be able to see it. she.

He felt that the saint should also be observing in the dark.

"You guys are so brave!" Chu Li gritted his teeth and glared at the two of them angrily, "This is the Holy Cult of Light!"

"Hehe..." The man in black who was waving the long sword chuckled and said, "You are not disciples of the Holy Cult of Light, are you?"

"We'll be there soon!" Chu Li hummed: "Brother Bai will soon be a disciple of the Guangming Sacred Cult. If you kill him, you will be hunted down by the Guangming Sacred Cult. If I were you, I would run away!"

"No hurry, no hurry." The man in black waved his long sword, shaking his head: "It's never too late to run after killing you."

"Actually, you don't need to kill me." Chu Li said, "I didn't see your faces. You want to kill Brother Bai. He's already dead. What's the use of killing me again, right?"

"Yo, the little guy is scared, right?"

"Yes, I'm afraid of death." Chu Li nodded hurriedly.

"Then how about it." Another man in black said calmly, "You only need to kowtow three times and call grandpa twice, and we will spare your life!"

"Really?" Chu Li was surprised.

Another man in black said lightly, "It doesn't matter if we kill you or not."

"Kowtowing three heads isn't much, is it?" the black-clothed man wielding a long sword said, "Hurry up, or I'll kill you!"

Chu Li tried his best to change from the position of the buttocks to the kneeling position, landed on his knees, coughed violently, and a trace of blood gushed from the corner of his mouth: "Okay, I will kowtow three times!"

As he said, he bent his head and walked down.

"Chi!" A flash of lightning flashed, and he swung his long saber fiercely, in a Pingjiang style.

"Ding..." The long knife was touched by the tip of the sword, and it almost fell out of his hand. A wave of internal force rushed into his body.

Chu Li spit out a mouthful of blood with a "poof", continued to swing the knife, and shouted: "I'll hit your grandma, go to hell!"

His ugly face was ferocious and terrifying, and the blood vessels on his neck were bulging like earthworms.

"Ding..." The long knife was swung by the tip of the sword again.

The internal force hit the body, and Chu Li spit out another mouthful of blood. With a kick of his legs, he directly exerted force on his knees, and rushed to the man in black who was wielding the sword. Regardless of the stabbing sword, he wanted to die with him.

"Bang!" When he almost hit the man in black with his long knife, a huge force hit his chest, but another man in black punched him and sent him flying.

He slammed straight into the wall, hanging on the wall like a painting, his body sank slightly into the wall, and a force kept squeezing him.

Chu Li struggled hard, but he ignored the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, looking crazy.

"Bang!" Another punch came, he turned his head to avoid it, and roared, "I will definitely kill you!"

"Haha..." The two laughed loudly, and punched out again.

Chu Li's eyes suddenly turned black, and he slowly passed out.

He visualized the withered tree in his mind, the big round mirror turned into a round mirror, and hung the branches of the withered tree, then the withered tree disappeared, and the big round mirror also disappeared.

"This kid is so stubborn." The two men in black shook their heads and threw away their long swords.

Miss Ruolan drifts in.

"Junior Sister Ruolan." The two clasped their fists and took off their masks, but it was the two who were guarding the door outside the mansion earlier.

Miss Ruolan nodded lightly: "You guys are too fast."

"I can't help it. This kid is too crazy. If he continues to make trouble, he will really have a death feud." A young man said with a smile, "He might be able to enter the mountain with his posture!"

"En." Miss Ruolan glanced at the two of them with bright eyes, then turned to look at Chu Li: "Get the corpse away."

"Okay." The two agreed.

The two left quickly. Miss Ruolan first patted Chu Li twice, fed him pills to let him recover from his injuries, then lifted him up and floated to the back garden.

In the depths of the sea of ​​flowers in the back garden, the saint, dressed in white, remained motionless.

"Saint." Miss Ruolan put down Chu Li, and said in a low voice, "Then Bai Qian is also a good seed, what a pity."

"If you have a bad intention, you can only become a disaster." The cold and moving voice of the saint sounded.

Miss Ruolan was startled: "Is your intention wrong?"

She just thinks that Bai Qian is bold and doesn't follow the rules. This is a bad thing or a good thing, depending on how he uses it.

The saint said: "As soon as we met, he wanted to harm Zhao Dahe, and he feared and disrespected the Holy Cult. Such a person cannot become a disciple of the Cult!"

"Yes." Miss Ruolan nodded.

She knew that the saint could read people's hearts.

"Is Zhao Dahe all right?" Miss Ruolan said, "I think he is pure in heart, although he is a bit ugly."

"Well, it's a good piece of material. It needs to be polished carefully, and it will be more troublesome than other disciples." The saint nodded lightly: "Look at what he has on him."

Miss Ruolan lowered her head and searched in his arms, but there was nothing there, she continued to search, since the saint said there was something, it must be there.

Soon she found a small cloth pouch under Chu Li's neck, which contained a relic, which was the relic bestowed by Kongfa.

"Saint, is this it?" Miss Ruolan handed it over.

The saint stretched out a white jade-like hand, picked up the relic with her forefinger like a green onion, and stared at it thoughtfully.

After a long while, she snorted softly: "Da Ri Tathagata does not use sutras!... What he met was indeed an eminent monk from the Vajra Temple."

"The monks from Jingang Temple are still here for us to leave?" Miss Ruolan frowned: "Aren't they too crazy?"

"They are detached from the world, not only Dali, but Dafu and even Dazheng Daqiu are indifferent." The saint snorted softly.

Da Ri Tathagata Fudo Sutra just restrained her nerves. No wonder she had a strange force stopping her when she was peeping into Zhao Dahe's heart.

She also thought that Zhao Dahe might possess thaumaturgy and had ulterior motives. Later, when she thought of his adventure, she vaguely guessed that he might have obtained the relics, and the eminent monk would definitely leave the relics after his rainbow transformation.

"I'll take this relic first." The saint said lightly, "I'll return it to him later."

"Yes." Although Miss Ruolan was puzzled, she didn't ask further.

"Wake him up," said the saint.

Miss Ruolan took a deep breath, and lightly slapped Chu's heart with her palm.

"Pfft!" Chu Li spat out a bloody arrow.

Miss Ruolan flicked her sleeves, the blood arrow was rolled up, spun in the air, turned into a blood drop and fell into the soil, hidden in the depths of the flowers.

Chu Li slowly woke up.

Seeing Miss Ruolan, he smiled wryly and said, "Another test?"

"It's not a test." Miss Ruolan shook her head.

Chu Li hurriedly said, "Then Brother Bai is really dead?"

"Dead." Miss Ruolan said.

Chu Li said unhappily: "Brother Bai is quite a good person, can someone really break into this place?"

"His intentions are not righteous, and he deserves to die." Miss Ruolan said calmly, "Zhao Dahe, where are you from?"

"It's in Ping An Town." Chu Li blinked his triangular eyes: "Don't Miss Ruolan know?"

"Stop rambling, answer what I ask." Miss Ruolan snorted.

Chu Li turned his head and saw the saint, sat up and widened his eyes.

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