The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 113 Face Changing
Fan Jiu and Qin Zhiming looked at each other.

Lord Dragon? Which Lord Dragon? It can’t be…

While Qin Zhiming was thinking, the servant Ah Xu who was waiting outside spoke again:
"Master? Should we let Master Long in?"

"After one stick of incense, bring him in."

Ash was stunned, there was something wrong with the voice.

"Master, your voice?"

When Qin Zhiming heard this, he immediately gestured to Fan Jiu to take back the white ball.

Although Fan Jiu had doubts in his heart, he still chose to do it.

The white ball turned into white water, and the head appeared.

Nie Hongshen showed a gloating smile and looked at Qin Zhiming.

Obviously, at the moment the white ball closed, he heard the shouting outside the door and knew very well who Long Ye was.

From Nie Hongshen's expression, Qin Zhiming judged that Long Ye's identity should be as he thought.

If it were him, it would be troublesome.

As the thought came to his mind, Qin Zhiming stared into Nie Hongshen's eyes.

The moment the two looked at each other, Nie Hongshen felt something was wrong. This guy actually didn’t want to negotiate peace, he wanted to just...

"save..."

Click, the cry for help that was about to come out was abruptly stopped as the jade weapon poked into the top of the head.

Fan Jiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood what Qin Zhiming wanted to do.

At this time, there was another knock on the door.

"Master? Master?"

Ash felt uneasy. Did he seem to hear the master in the room calling for help?
Although there was a high probability that he had heard it wrong, how could the almost invincible master in the city ask for help?
However, he still knocked harder.

"Didn't you hear? Bring him in after an incense stick."

The master's familiar voice came clearly into Ash's ears.

As for why the voice was devoid of emotion, Ash was actually glad for that.

Servants are like pigs and dogs. As a master, you don't need to have any feelings towards them.

Ash breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the master was not angry because of his talkativeness.

"Yes."

Listening to the footsteps gradually fading away outside, Fan Jiu looked at the dead head in his hand, and then at Qin Zhiming who was frowning.

“Brother Qin, dealing with a servant?
There's no need to kill Nie Hongshen. Let me use corpse manipulation to control it to speak, right?"

Qin Zhiming pulled out the jade weapon that was inserted into the top of his head and stabbed it into his face with his backhand.

“Brother Fan, there is no time to explain, I can only tell you that the person who came is also a bone-training warrior.

Not only that, if this matter is not handled properly, it is likely to attract Hong Jinlu.

Change your face first, then act according to circumstances, but be careful not to reveal any clues."

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After an incense stick of time, Ash led Long Ye to the door.

Impatiently, Lord Long pushed the door open and walked in.

In the study, a person sat on a wooden chair facing a bookcase full of books, with his back against a desk.

In front of the desk, a handsome young man stood there with an embarrassed look on his face.

A tall fat man stood in the corner, the candlestick in his hand was the only light in the room.

This caused Nie Hongshen, who had his back to the crowd, to be obscured by shadow, making it difficult for others to see his figure clearly.

"Brother Nie, what are you doing?"

"Ash, please step back."

Nie Hongshen, who was sitting on the wooden chair, spoke.

The servant Ash closed the door and left, the sound of his footsteps fading away.

"he?"

Blood Dragon looked at the young man who was standing still and the tall fat man, implying that he wanted them to retreat.

"Don't worry about them, they are just a live dog and a dead dog."

Having said this, Blood Dragon, who had already realized that the fat man was a corpse, could not say anything more.

This was Nie Hongshen's business. He didn't want to ask too much. He just wanted to complete the purpose of his coming here as soon as possible.

He sat down at the table next to the young man:
"Brother Nie, time is running out, so let's be brief.

Didn’t your government release four “practitioners”?
Do you know where the corpse of General Fan Jiu is now?"

Nie Hongshen and the young man's breathing suddenly stopped.

The perceptive blood dragon noticed this immediately.

He was about to speak.

"Isn't the dog you're talking about standing next to you?"

Xue Long was startled and looked at Fan Jiu. Fan Jiu bowed to Xue Long with a wry smile on his face:
"I wonder what the Lord wants from me?"

"Are you Fan Jiu?" Xuelong looked at Fan Jiu carefully.

Nothing special, if someone of my own kind would be so servile? Is there something else going on?

The thought came to mind, and Blood Dragon asked:
"I heard that you ate all the Great Cold-level evil casters in the city recently?"

Fan Jiu smiled awkwardly:
"I don't have that kind of ability. It's all thanks to Lord Nie's help."

Blood Dragon looked at Nie Hongshen:

"Oh, Brother Nie, is what he said true?"

Before Nie Hongshen could answer, Fan Jiu spoke first:
"No, no, no, sir, I'll talk about the bad things I did myself, so as not to make Sir Nie angry again."

Blood Dragon turned his gaze back to Fan Jiu:

"In that case, you can speak for yourself."

“I just came out of the dungeon not long ago, and relying on my official status, I and other practitioners killed people in Jingtao Gang’s territory.

Even though no one can stop it, I still think it’s too slow.”

"What's too slow?"

“The speed of refining evil energy is too slow, so I went to find Master Nie alone, hoping that he could help me.

The government released us in the hope that we could kill Chang Anhe.

I used this as an excuse to convince Lord Nie to help me..."

"Help you kill those Great Cold-level evildoers?" Blood Dragon interrupted Fan Jiu.

Fan Jiu nodded and smiled awkwardly:
“However, I didn’t expect that I was not good enough in my skills, and most of the evil energy in those Great Cold-level evil casters was wasted.

Until now, I have not yet broken through the severe cold level."

Bang! The bookcase in front of Nie Hongshen was kicked to the ground by him.

"You still have the nerve to say that?! What did you promise me?!

As long as I help you kill those evildoers, you will definitely be able to break through the severe cold level!

Then you will be able to take action against Chang Anhe!"

There was no fluctuation in Nie Hongshen's voice, but his words became more intense.

Fan Jiu was scolded so much that he lowered his head and said nothing, his face flushed red.

The next moment, Nie Hongshen suddenly stood up, pulled out the long knife on the table and threw it at Fan Jiu.

Whoosh! Just when the tip of the knife was about to pierce Fan Jiu's chest.

The blood dragon suddenly made a move and grabbed the handle of the flying long sword.

The bone-training strength transmitted from the hilt of the knife made Xuelong certain that Nie Hongshen really wanted to kill this evildoer.

He probably already regarded the evildoer as a dead man, so his voice was calm.

"Alright, Brother Nie, calm down.

I still have use for this man, so for my sake, please let him go."

Nie Hongshen said nothing more, waved his hand, and sat back on the wooden chair.

The meaning seems to be, take it away if you want to use it.

Xuelong put the long knife into the hands of Fan Jiu, who was still in shock.

Seeing Fan Jiu's grateful look, Xuelong asked him to sit down.

“You want to kill people to refine evil spirits, and I just happen to have an opportunity.

You call the three evildoers and go to Changxing Street, Shunyi Street, Yong'an Street and Fule Street in the outer city tomorrow night.

The number of people in these places now is more than that in the Jingtao Gang’s territory.

Go ahead and kill as many people as you want.

I have only one request, that there be a shrine in those long streets for people to worship the Dragon King.

You must smash the statue of Dragon King in the temple.

But I remind you that there is a man nicknamed Xionghu on Changxing Street.

He is a martial artist who practices martial arts. He is good at fighting against evil magic. Be careful."

Fan Jiu grinned:
"Don't worry, sir. I will take his head."

As soon as he finished speaking, Nie Hongshen's voice came from the desk.

“These places…”

"Brother Nie, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first.

This matter was ordered by Mr. Hong, and I am just here to deliver a message.

Tomorrow someone will come to deliver some dried medicinal animals to Brother Nie, as well as some medicinal herbs that are older in age.

These things can greatly nourish Brother Nie's physique, and may even help you get one step closer to the marrow training realm."

After Xuelong finished speaking, he pushed the door and left without waiting for Nie Hongshen to reply.

(End of this chapter)