"Oh." Qin Cheng nodded, and the two of them said nothing again.

Mr. Pan, who was not far away, suddenly became furious. He said in a cold voice: "I told you to get out, did you hear it?"

"Don't you see from these two strokes that we don't want to pay attention to him?" Qin Cheng thought thoughtfully.

"I guess my brain is not that bright." Xu Beichuan said seriously.

Mr. Pan suddenly became furious. He slapped the table with his palm, and the tabletop immediately shattered!

At the same time, several guards around him stepped forward holding steel knives!

"Kill them both!" Mr. Pan shouted angrily.

The guards shouted loudly, and the steel knives in their hands came straight towards Qin Cheng's head!

"Crack!" The steel knife fell on Qin Cheng's head and was broken into two pieces!

The guards looked confused. Before they could react, they were blown away by a burst of energy!

"I don't want to talk to you, you have to be a bitch, right?" Xu Beichuan stepped forward and instantly pressed Mr. Pan's head to the ground.

"You...you dare to hit me! I am the son of King Pan!" Mr. Pan shouted.

Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes.

King Pan's son? Just right. This kid might know something.

"King Pan is dead, let alone you, a weakling!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and patted him on the head.

"Take him away." Qin Cheng said to Xu Beichuan.

Then he walked out of the hotel door.

"Ah? Aren't you going to eat?" Xu Beichuan said with some displeasure.

Although monks don’t have that high requirements for food, they can’t help but be greedy!

"Let's eat it next time." Qin Cheng waved his hand.

After several people walked out of the restaurant, the boss suddenly felt like he was mourning for his heir.

"Trouble, trouble..." He sat on the ground, his face full of sorrow.

...

Qin Cheng took Mr. Pan to a deserted place.

Mr. Pan became more and more frightened. Although this son was the son of King Pan, his strength was only at the peak of a grandmaster. Compared with King Pan, he was simply far behind.

"You...don't kill me..." Mr. Pan said in horror, "My family is rich, I will give you whatever money you want..."

"Shut your mouth!" Xu Beichuan raised his hand and slapped him on the mouth.

Qin Cheng walked to Mr. Pan and squatted down. He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you, I just want to ask you a few things."

"Brother, tell me, I promise to tell you everything!" This Mr. Pan has no blood at all, he is a standard playboy.

Qin Cheng said: "How many years has your father been at the peak of the martial arts sect? Also, how many martial arts sects are there in Lieyang Sect? What is their average lifespan?"

Mr. Pan swallowed his saliva and said quickly: "I...I don't know, as long as I can remember. My father has been a martial sect. As for the Lieyang Sect... there are only seven martial sects in total. The average life span is about eight

About ten years old..."

"It's really a blood sacrifice." Upon hearing this, Qin Cheng threw Young Master Pan aside.

The lifespan of an ordinary Wuzong is at least a hundred years old, and eighty years is simply unheard of.

Blood sacrifice is an extremely evil method, just like mass graves in ancient times.

However, who was the person who arranged the blood sacrifice? And how did he absorb the spiritual energy?

Could it be King Pan? Impossible. He doesn't have that much ability.

Also, why is Qincheng not affected at all? Is it really because of the innate ancient tree?

"Beichuan, have you improved in strength in the past three months?" Qin Cheng asked.

Xu Beichuan shook his head and said: "No, I clearly feel that I will touch the ceiling of breakthrough at any time. But every time it is an illusion."

"In other words, your strength has not increased even a step in three months." Qin Cheng narrowed his eyes and said.

"Yes." Xu Beichuan nodded.

Qin Cheng took a deep breath. It seemed that this had nothing to do with the innate ancient tree.

"Brother, I...can I leave?" Mr. Pan asked in a low voice at this time.

Qin Cheng glanced at him, and then he raised his finger and probed a ray of consciousness into Mr. Pan's mind.

Mr. Pan is only a grand master. There is almost no possibility of hiding his spiritual consciousness in front of Qin Cheng. In a short moment, Qin Cheng passed through all the memories in his mind.

It's a pity that there are no valuable memories among them.

"It seems it has nothing to do with King Pan." Qin Cheng said in a deep voice.

"Brother, please spare me..." Mr. Pan was so frightened that he almost peed.

Seeing his cowardly look, Qin Cheng couldn't help but frown and said: "A man was born between heaven and earth. He can control the world with a three-foot long sword, and his face does not change even when Mount Tai collapses. How can you be so cowardly?"

Mr. Pan couldn't bear to hear this. He kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. He looked weak.

"Go away." Qin Cheng kicked him and waved his hand impatiently.

Mr. Pan hurriedly rolled and crawled and ran back.

"Master, what's wrong?" Xu Beichuan couldn't help but ask when he saw Qin Cheng's solemn look.

Qin Cheng frowned and said, "Have you ever thought that Pan Country is a little strange? It's a very suitable place for practice, but there are very few masters, and almost all of them are in the realm of masters."

"I also noticed this problem." Xu Beichuan nodded, "At first I thought they were too stupid, until I found that I was stagnant."

Qin Cheng glanced at Xu Beichuan and said nothing.

Regardless of whether it is Wuzong or Great Wuzong, looking at the world of immortality, they are not worth mentioning.

Only by entering the realm of transformation can one be regarded as the lowest level of the world of cultivating immortals.

The fundamental reason why it is so difficult to get out of the Great Wuzong now is that the general environment of heaven and earth has changed. If it were an era of full spiritual energy, people like Su Yu, Teng Ao and others could easily step into the realm of the Great Wuzong.

Although Pan Guo's aura is not as good as the world of cultivating immortals, it is enough to support monks entering the Great Martial Sect.

In other words, the aura here is enough to give birth to several great martial arts sects.

"If it is really a blood sacrifice, why am I not affected?" Qin Cheng touched his chin, "Is it because of his special physique?"

He had heard many people mention the words "Jin Xuan Physique", but he didn't know much about this kind of physique.

Unable to think of other possibilities at the moment, Qin Cheng couldn't help but doubt the special nature of his body.

"Beichuan, come here." Qin Cheng hooked his hand at Xu Beichuan.

Xu Beichuan walked forward with a puzzled look on his face and looked at Qin Cheng intently.

At this time, Qin Cheng activated his true energy, and a trace of blood essence flew out from the center of his eyebrows.

Essence and blood burst out, directly entering Xu Beichuan's eyebrows.

"Master, what is this?" Xu Beichuan kept touching his forehead and said in a panic.

"My blood essence." Qin Cheng said in a deep voice, "Now let's use the cultivation method to see if there is any chance of a breakthrough."
Chapter completed!