The honest monk looked in disbelief at Sikong Zhaixing, who was walking in front of him, urging him to leave quickly.

"you you you……"

He uttered the word "you" three times in a row, which was enough to show that he was unable to calm down at the moment.

He is obviously about to die, how could he be in this state?

There is only one possibility.

The honest monk sighed: "The sword in your body is fake!"

Sikong Zhaixing blinked and said, "Can fakery fool that shrewd guy?"

"Then..." The honest monk was really confused.

Sikong Zhaixing covered the injury on his chest, couldn't help but hissed, and said: "The injury is certainly real, but it was not caused by Ye Gucheng, so naturally he will not die."

"This injury is indeed real. I used my unique breathing technique to cover it up, and Lu Xiaofeng fell into the trap!"

Sikong Zhaixing was very proud at the moment, it seemed that he could deceive Lu Xiaofeng, which made him very happy.

The honest monk said: "So, you have not met Ye Gucheng?"

Sikong Zhaixing said: "I have indeed been to Baiyun City, but when I saw Ye Gucheng from a distance, I knew that no matter what method I used, I would not be able to steal his Flying Immortal."

"I was about to give up, but when Ye Gucheng was teaching swordsmanship to his disciple, I accidentally heard that Lu Xiaofeng could fly to heaven..."

"It turns out that Lu Xiaoji can fly to heaven, so naturally it will be much easier!"

It turned out that he had known about Lu Xiaofeng's meeting with the flying immortals for a long time.

The honest monk understood everything now.

After Sikong Zhaixing found out about Lu Xiaofeng's meeting with the flying immortals, he formulated this plan and decided to strike himself with a sword.

He knew that when dealing with Lu Xiaofeng, you couldn't be tough at all, you had to be soft. However, he had only deceived Lu Xiaofeng once last month, and it would not be that easy if he wanted to repeat the same trick again.

Therefore, we can only cover the cost.

He stabbed himself with a sword, and the sword was only an inch away from his heart.

Even the honest monk couldn't help but smack his lips at the great courage and cruelty of this king thief when he heard Sikong Zhaixing tell the whole story.

Isn't it just a bet made with someone else?

As for doing so?

Sikong Zhaixing smiled but said nothing. Certain things, for some people, are pursuits and obsessions that others cannot understand.

He calls himself the king of stealing, how could he lose to others in stealing skills?

Suddenly, the honest monk seemed to have been severely persecuted, his face was sad, as if Sikong Zhaixing had done something outrageous to him.

"Hey, Master, I stabbed myself. Are you so sad? Monks are really compassionate!"

Sikong Zhaixing couldn't help but be moved by the monk's kindness.

The honest monk said resentfully: "Donor, do you know that the honest monk never lies?"

Sikong Zhaixing: "..."

He laughed loudly and said: "Master, how can this be considered a lie? I lied to Lu Xiaofeng. What does it have to do with you? When you told Lu Xiaofeng, you didn't intend to lie to him, right?

"

The honest monk thought for a while and said: "What the donor said makes sense!"

However, he then looked at Sikong Zhaixing and said, "How could the donor think that Lu Xiaofeng would not be suspicious after he came back?"

Sikong Zhaixing raised the piece of paper in his hand and said with a bit of slyness: "No, just have this piece of paper to explain everything."

The honest monk clasped his hands together and said, "This is something written by the donor. I'm afraid the flaws may be even greater."

"So, I used your handwriting!" Sikong Zhaixing said casually.

The honest monk changed his sad look again: "Almsgiver!"

Sikong Zhaixing said: "Don't look like that. I told you, I was lying to Lu Xiaofeng and it has nothing to do with you, master."

The honest monk shook his head honestly: "No, I can't let you borrow the monk's name..."

"Since the monk knows all this, he naturally won't help you!"

The implication of his words was that he obviously wanted to tell Lu Xiaofeng everything.

But Sikong Zhaixing was confident, with a cunning flash in his eyes, and said: "Master, you'd better agree. Why do I come to you to help me find Lu Xiaofeng? Of course I know one thing about Master..."

A sentence came out softly from his mouth.

The honest monk blushed instantly and was speechless. It was hard to say another word.

…

Let’s talk about Zhou Yi.

After several inquiries, he finally found the location of the place he wanted.

In the middle of the night.

He came to a courtyard.

This place can be said to be one of the most mysterious places in the capital.

Because this is the residence of the most shady group of people in the capital.

This is the residence of Snake King, the boss of the underworld in the capital.

This is also where Lu Xiaofeng entrusted his beloved woman, Xue Bing.

Zhou Yi blinked a few times, searching in the yard, and soon found a house.

Without saying a word, he opened the door and walked in.

That's when he opened the door.

moment.

A bright light came toward my eyes, carrying murderous intent.

Zhou Yi had no expression on his face, stretched out two fingers, and pinched gently.

The bright light was easily caught between his fingers.

His Lingxi Finger is not as magical as Lingxi Finger.

These are just two ordinary fingers that combine speed, power, and precision.

With his current level and strength, he has already become one of the top players in the world.

A gentle pinch, although it is far from as magical as Lingxi's finger, but there are few weapons that he cannot pinch.

However, although he clamped the sword, the person using the sword was not intimidated. Instead, he quickly changed his moves, showing enough experience in fighting with others. From the darkness, he kicked with one foot.

Zhou Yi’s lower body.

This move is really cruel and poisonous.

This can also be explained from the side, this is a woman.

Only women like to use this trick!

This trick is best used to deal with men, especially men who enter other people's rooms unruly in the middle of the night!

It's a pity that Zhou Yi is not a simple man.

He exerted force between his two fingers and quickly pulled the sword over and abandoned it far away.

At this time, he continued to use the hand holding the sword to catch the kick.

Logically speaking, after he had experienced grabbing and discarding the sword, he should have been unable to catch the kick again.

However, he still caught it.

It's just so magical.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's hand was holding a jade-like foot, without shoes or socks...

This is a clean, white, soft woman's foot.

When she heard the sound outside the door, she immediately picked up the sword and stabbed it at the door. Naturally, she had no time to put on her shoes.

The smooth jade feet were caught by someone.
Chapter completed!