Ten days later, in the villa area of Jianghai City, which belongs to the area of Longfu, the fire dragon sat on the edge of the bed in the bedroom and quietly wiped the sky from the cloud sword in his hand. He flicked the blade with his fingertips, and the crisp hum continued to be heard.

"This is really a peerless sword!" the fire dragon sighed faintly, "it's a pity that his master has never been able to release its power."

Beside the fire dragon, a middle-aged man stood respectfully. Looking at the fire dragon's so sad appearance, he squirmed around the corners of his mouth. After he wanted to stop talking, he couldn't help persuading: "Mr. Zhao, lucky people have their own nature, and will surely get through this difficulty safely!"

The middle-aged man is undoubtedly uncle Fu. After a word fell, he continued: "whether you or Mr. sique, and even Mr. Xia are looking for a reliable strong person in the spiritual virtual environment, I believe there will be results in a few days."

"I hope so." the fire dragon smiled bitterly, and the helpless color on his face was quite obvious. However, after being silent, his dark eyes suddenly lit up again, and said slowly: "if you borrow the hand of Mo Qingcheng to be an important person in the dragon family, I don't know if you can succeed!"

"Young master..." Uncle Fu looked at the fire dragon puzzled, frowned slightly, and asked, "are you going to threaten your father by marriage?"

"This is called threat?" the fire dragon turned his mouth and said with a light smile: "this is at most a deal. Although I am more fond of Mo Qingcheng, I can't agree to the marriage. Even if I want to marry her, it's also my fire dragon guangmen's big door-to-door proposal. What's the matter with the marriage?"

"So, it's OK to marry Mo Qingcheng, but my father will also promise me this condition!" the fire dragon smiled faintly, and his face eased a lot.

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Jianghai hospital.

A black figure is approaching the extreme. A dozen storey high-rise building is like walking on the ground at the feet of people in black. From the bottom of the ward to the window of Zhao Sanjin's ward, it is only a few breathing skills.

Such a rapid change, even the shadow guards who have been dormant around have not found any problems at all. No one would have thought that someone could enter Zhao Sanjin's ward under so many eyes.

No one knows when the man in black sneaked into Zhao Sanjin's ward, and no one knows what the purpose of the man in black's trip is, but one thing is certain, that is, the strength of the man in black is absolutely terrible.

Even Zhao Sanjin, who has reached the spiritual realm, can't do this, but the man in black is extremely relaxed, and his strength can be seen naturally.

Standing in front of Zhao Sanjin's hospital bed, there was a trace of fluctuation in the eyes of people in black. It just gave people a strange feeling. It seemed that there was kind concern, and there was the helplessness of hating iron but not steel. At the same time, it was inevitably mixed with a trace of heartache.

Unfortunately, Zhao Sanjin in the hospital bed has been in a coma at the moment. Otherwise, even if he only depends on this pair of exposed eyes, Zhao Sanjin can guess who the man in black is in front of him.

On the edge of the hospital bed, the man in black sat down slowly, reached out and touched Zhao Sanjin's forehead, slowly shook his head, took a long time to take back his palm, gently clasped Zhao Sanjin's pulse with his two fingers, and said to himself: "Unexpectedly, Nangong family still has some skills. He can see something different in Zhao Sanjin's body. It's a pity that he is not strong enough. Even if he wants treatment, he can't do anything!"

The man in black took out a round bamboo tube from his arms. He gently pinched one end of the bamboo tube with his palm. An invisible force was bred in the palm. The bamboo tube slowly unfolded and became a scroll like thing.

However, inside the bamboo tube, there are not some words that can't be understood like bamboo slips in ancient times, but silver needles of different sizes and lengths. Each silver needle is still ordinary under the light, but if you look carefully, you will find that there is a cold rising at the end of the silver needle.

This is the ice needle in the extreme north. Each silver needle is polished from the ice pillars that have been pregnant with thousands of years in the ice world. To make a complete set, master level figures need to stay in the extreme north for 20 years and polish patiently before they can be made.

It can be said that the cold ice needle is a unique set of silver needles in the world. Its value can not be measured by money at all, because it takes thousands of years for the cold ice needle to become an ice pillar and a sharp tool polished by the master.

Gently take out one. The black cloth wrapped around the palm of the man in black was covered with a layer of frost in an instant. The sharp spirit of his fingers surged up. While his two fingers pinched the silver needle, they suddenly plunged into Zhao Sanjin's arm.

The place where the cold ice needle falls is located at the edge of the main artery. It is a small blood vessel. However, for martial arts practitioners, it is more correct to say that it is the trachea. It is precisely because of this trachea that the spiritual power or spiritual strength in the martial arts practitioners can be volatilized.

At the moment when the cold ice needle fell into the trachea, the end of the silver needle trembled. It was made of cold ice column. At the moment when the cold ice needle plunged into Zhao Sanjin's body, there was a small sound of tearing.

That feeling, like a piece of thin ice suddenly appeared flaws.

"I can't imagine that the mysterious force in your body is so terrible!" the man in black also showed some shock on his face and muttered in his heart.

However, if you want to return, the action in the hands of the man in black doesn't mean to stop at all. Under the gradual pressure of the man in black, the cold needle gradually melts into water. Soon, the man in black pulls out the second cold needle from the bamboo tube.

"It's a pity that this is the only ice needle in the world!" the man in black shook his head with a bitter smile and said to himself with emotion on his face: "I just hope one day, you don't let me down. Anyway, you have to be worthy of the ice needle consumed for you!"

As Si que said before, it takes a strong person in the later stage of the spiritual emptiness realm or even Dacheng to inject Zhao Sanjin, but the man in black knows very well that only a spiritual emptiness realm wants to move the mysterious breath in Zhao Sanjin's body. It's just wishful thinking and nonsense.

How powerful is the strength of the man in black? Unexpectedly, they all need to hold the cold ice needle until it melts, and they don't succeed in releasing the air in Zhao Sanjin's body. Naturally, there is no need to say anything else.

Zhao Sankin on the hospital bed coughed twice, and his ruddy complexion seemed to become hot. Even his arms could not help shaking slightly. At the position of his wriggling throat, it seemed that a mouthful of blood wanted to gush out, but he couldn't export it.

In a hurry, the man in black stood up and slapped Zhao Sanjin's back. The next moment, a mouthful of blood gushed out. At the same time, there was a sound coming from Zhao Sanjin's throat.

"Well..."

On Zhao Sanjin's arm, the cold needle was still firmly inserted into the trachea. The man in black buttoned his pulse to check the situation. It took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You're lucky, boy. If you're a few days later, you're going to report directly to Lord Yan because of the Qi in your body!" the man in black smiled slowly and picked up the water cup on the ice of the hospital bed.