Chapter 147 Zombie: Reborn in seven days! Ginseng fruit fetus! Kill with a borrowed knife!

In a dilapidated villa.

On the second floor, there were two strange figures standing.

A phantom of an ape wearing black armor!

A beautiful phantom wearing white wizard robes!

In addition, there is a scene of a witch wearing a black robe and holding a crystal ball in her hand doing divination...

This scene spanning endless space is clearly reflected in Zhou Changqing's [celestial perception]!

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Harmony between man and nature! Divine power!

Click.

Just when Zhou Changqing saw these scenes at a glance, a feeling of exhaustion suddenly came to his mind, followed immediately by another feeling of dizziness.

When Zhou Changqing opened his eyes again, in front of him was Zhou Wenjian, whose face looked like he had seen a ghost.

Hearing this, Zhou Wenjian's face was stunned for a moment, and then he nodded helplessly and responded: "Ah! I obey, master."

A few seconds later, nearly a hundred milliliters of blood was sucked out of Zhou Wenjian's right arm.

"Hey! There's nothing we can do about it. This place has been burned to such a degree that there's no energy left..."

On the side, Zhou Changqing murmured a few words. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and looked at the middle-aged uncle with a thoughtful look. He already had a calculation in his heart.

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Zhou Changqing was also thinking secretly in his heart: "I will accept you as my disciple first, and then I will teach you the martial arts skills. When you break through the [First Level of Body Forging], I can find excuses to draw you out continuously."

Your blood..."

As for this, the power of [Jiuli Bloodline] has only two functions.

After receiving three bows from Zhou Wenjian, Zhou Changqing frowned and said with a pretended displeasure.

"Crystal ball? Divination?"

Zhou Changqing seemed to have a look of reluctance on his face, but in fact, his heart was filled with joy.

【Remark:…………】

[Bloodline: Jiuli Bloodline: This bloodline contains part of the bloodline power of a great supernatural power user in the Battle of Zhulu thousands of years ago. This bloodline power cannot allow the bloodline user to gain power beyond ordinary people. However, the power of this bloodline

, it can improve the level of any magic weapon or any evil object, and at the same time, it can also repair the life soul of any cultivator.】

"Originally, I thought that Zhou Wenjian was related to his predecessor, but I didn't expect that this fate would actually mean that we have this master and disciple!"

When he said this, Zhou Changqing had a rare straight face and said to Zhou Wenjian seriously: "I need to lend you a pool of blood."

Previously, after Zhou Changqing realized that he seemed to be involved in something involving a supernatural organization, besides being on guard, he had another thought in his mind.

The sea of ​​​​fire spread and burned countless corpses in the ruins.

While speculating on Zhou Changqing's strength in his mind, Zhou Wenjian also nodded and responded with a submissive expression: "Okay, master, I will listen to you."

"receive!"

yes!

"Wait a minute, who said I would accept you as my disciple?"

It was precisely because of the reminder from the [Book of Paper Wedding Clothes] that Zhou Changqing knew that the seemingly ordinary Zhou Wenjian in front of him actually possessed such magical bloodline power.

Thinking like this, Zhou Changqing soon confirmed this guess. At the same time, a feeling of a storm was coming also emerged in his mind!

"have!"

In the blink of an eye, this burning fire of the Three Yangs was like a prairie fire, instantly turning into a sea of ​​red fire.

"Senior, you..."

Zhou Wenjian possessed this [Jiuli Bloodline], but he was unable to obtain any increase in strength.

With a shake of his right hand, a ball of three-yang fire suddenly cut through the sky, pounced on the pool of blood, and continuously burned the pool of blood.

"What's hidden in me? What's hidden in me?"

After a while, a trace of Qi hidden deep in a certain burned piece of clothing was extracted by the witch using witchcraft.

"Knock!"

While thinking, Zhou Changqing raised his head. He suppressed the deep heat and greed in his eyes. Then, he took a deep breath and said to Zhou Wenjian: "I see what you are doing.

Your qualifications and talents are pretty good. In the future, with this [Jiuli blood], you may not be able to become a Martial God."

The power of this [Jiuli Bloodline] can repair any injury to the soul. This alone is enough for Zhou Changqing to regard Zhou Wenjian as a taboo figure.

Whoosh!

Wow!

In an instant, Zhou Wenjian, who had originally thought about his great power in the future, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on him, and the enthusiasm in his heart was extinguished in an instant.

"Yes! To you, the Martial God is just an ordinary person. However, your status is so noble. If something happens, you don't need to take action at all. Can't I, my disciple, help you deal with those little minions?"

"The bloodline flowing through your body is the bloodline of a person with great magical powers in ancient times..."

As for what happens next, Zhou Wenjian has nothing else to think about.

Zhou Changqing knew very well that he could actually see those people, which was enough to prove that those people must have evil intentions against him, so he had to strike first!

After a moment, Zhou Changqing waved his right hand and released his true energy, lifting Zhou Wenjian's kneeling body from the air.

At this moment, Zhou Wenjian could almost imagine how tragic his end would be.

At this time, Zhou Wenjian seemed to remember that he was just an ordinary person before. Even if he had the potential of this martial god, where would he go to find this famous master?

For any cultivator, the power of this [Life Soul] is very important.

In fact.

Tremble!

"Gulu."

despair!

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"The Witch of the West? The ape-like appearance?"

After hesitating for a long time, Zhou Wenjian swallowed his saliva and asked Zhou Changqing in disbelief.

"It turns out that this God of War is actually so powerful!"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man wearing a nightgown and glasses on his face waved his hand and said impatiently: "I understand, kid, if you are interested, you should find a girlfriend as soon as possible.

Uncle friend, can I have a wedding drink..."

Zhou Changqing stood with his hands behind his back and said to Zhou Wenjian with a nonchalant expression: "Zhou Wenjian, although I accept you as a disciple, before you become a Martial God, you are only my registered disciple."

"I really can't believe that we met in this way before I even went to find you..."

boom!

At this moment, Zhou Changqing's clothes suddenly squeaked, and at the same time, a powerful force of true energy was released from his body, turning into a monstrous momentum and suppressing Zhou Wenjian!

Zhou Changqing raised his head, looked at Zhou Wenjian with his eyes, and said word by word: "You have also seen the power of the three yang fire I used, burning financial iron, it is extremely terrifying, but,

The terrifying-looking fire of the Three Yangs cannot burn and evaporate that drop of blood on your body..."

Zhou Changqing can sense those two extraordinary beings. Naturally, those two extraordinary beings can also sense him...

"…………"

Half an hour later.

When Zhou Wenjian faced this situation, instead of feeling depressed, he felt even more surprised.

at the same time.

Hearing this, another figure in black robe with a long silver stick in his hand shook his head and said helplessly: "It seems that we have no way to find out who is this person who disrupted our good things..."

"No!"

Button!

Zhou Changqing muttered a few words in his heart, then he nodded to the middle-aged uncle and followed Zhou Wenjian towards the entrance stairs of the square building.

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Just like this, the two masters and apprentices, who had evil intentions, both smiled proudly.

When Zhou Wenjian led Zhou Changqing past a restaurant that was selling fried glutinous rice, he stretched out his hand and shouted enthusiastically to a middle-aged uncle in a nightgown: "Uncle Friend, are you drinking so early in the morning again? Remember to eat something.

Something to pad your belly..."

"Is it possible? It was the witch who was divining my existence just now, so it attracted the attention of my soul?"
To be continued...