Ji Humao's state...

Wang Bing naturally took notice of his condition, and this time Ji Humao was one of Wang Bing's targets.

However, Wang Bing had not figured out how to get around the oath he had sworn...

After all, that old man Zhong Li had made all the arrangements for me before he died.

At that time, Wang Bing felt a little relieved after old man Zhong Li finally became one of his five ghosts.

Now looking at it this way...

Wang Bing felt a lot more relieved. Anyway, he had promised Lu Jie to kill Ji Humao. As long as Ji Humao died, he, Wang Bing, would not be in breach of contract.

After realizing this, Wang Bing no longer thought highly of him.

Wang took out a piece of Yang paper from his arms and wrote something on it. After a while, a line of delicate handwriting appeared on the Yang paper.

This is obviously the handwriting of a woman...

"Well, it seems that everything has been going according to the script so far..." After Wang Bie put away the Yang paper and was about to leave, suddenly a ball of black mist blasted towards his place.

Wang Bing's eyes narrowed, and he immediately disappeared from the spot.

boom!

As the smoke exploded where Wang Bing had just landed, Wang Bing's figure slowly appeared not far away.

"You're good at holding your breath!"

Ji Humao was emitting black energy, and his short white hair and red mask gave people an indescribable feeling of oppression.

"Which family are you from?" Hu Jimao asked in a deep voice.

"How did you become like this?"

Wang ignored Hu Jimao's question and asked, "Besides, you are not going to live like this?"

“…”

Ji Humao didn't say anything, but just stood there silently. Seeing that Wang had no intention of taking action, he turned and walked inside, saying as he walked: "Since you have no intention of competing for the position, then get out quickly! This is not the place for you to stay."

This number really doesn't seem to recognize me...

Wang Bing felt a sense of underestimation in his heart. Logically speaking, although all wizards used witch qi, the witch qi of wizards from different branches was different.

Take Ma Xian'er for example, the witch energy in them tends more towards demonic energy.

However, the witch energy of a shaman is somewhat mixed. After all, a shaman relies on letting different spirits possess his body to achieve a comprehensive improvement in attributes.

Obviously, Wang Bing's aura is more like that of a shaman.

Wang Bing was curious about why Ji Humao didn't recognize him, or...

He recognized it, but he didn't think of exposing himself.

"Goodbye!"

Wang nodded and disappeared again in a flash.

"The breath of a shaman?"

Ji Humao glanced sideways in the direction where Wang Bing disappeared without saying anything more.

Regarding his current state, although his strength has increased so much, it is the result of hard work, and he will not take action if he can avoid it.

This way, Jihumao can live longer...

As for the person he met just now, Ji Humao felt a little surprised. Judging from his bone age, he should not be very old.

However, despite his doubts, his main task now is to find the secret treasure located in the central part.

whoosh!

With a thought, Ji Humao disappeared from the spot.

On the other side…

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

With fists and kicks, a middle-aged man with gray hair on the temples was beaten back step by step.

"Damn it, this is a wizard convention, you two little bastards..."

There was some anger in the middle-aged man's tone, and he stared at the couple in front of him.

One of these two men uses a flying knife, and the other possesses the innate supernatural power of the Hundred-Step Fist.

Damn it.

Neither of them are wizards, what's wrong with them?

The purpose of this conference is to exchange witchcraft. What are you two non-wizard Qi-cultivators doing here?

But he soon recognized who the couple were.

Who else could it be? Of course it must be Feng Shayan and Jia Zhengliang.

The young couple also participated in this conference as Feng Zhenghao's helpers, and now they have both entered the inner ring.

I have to say, this young couple works really well together.

Jia Zhengliang's frontal flying knife attack plus Feng Shayan's occasional punches from the blind spot.

Let this middle-aged man continue to retreat.

“Not bad…”

I don't know when Wang Bing appeared. He stood on a branch and looked down at the fight below with some surprise.

It is said that those who made it to the top 16 in the Luotian Dajiao are all good prospects.

During this period, both Jia Zhengliang and Feng Shayan have made considerable progress.

Moreover, Wang Bing also noticed that although these two people were viewed as a joke in the circle, there was some skill in their cooperation.

Bang!

After dodging Jia Zhengliang's flying knife net, the middle-aged man now had many more cuts on his body, the deepest of which was so deep that the bone was visible.

"I admit defeat..."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and suddenly exhaled a breath of black air. Under the cover of the black air, he quickly slipped outward.

"Are you gone..."

As the black smoke dissipated, Feng Shayan frowned slightly and released her perception. After confirming that the middle-aged man had indeed escaped from here, she breathed a sigh of relief.

This time she had to come with Jia Zhengliang, otherwise in a one-on-one fight, she might not be a match for the middle-aged man.

Taking a look at Jia Zhengliang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground recovering his Qi, Feng Shayan felt that although this guy seemed careless and out of tune on weekdays, he had indeed matured a little since the Luotian Dajiao.

At least I have never been careless when fighting with others.

Moreover, Feng Shayan could also feel that in the previous battle, although Jia Zhengliang was responsible for the frontal attack and she, Feng Shayan, was supporting from the side, in fact, it was Jia Zhengliang who had been coordinating with her offensive rhythm.

“Ah…”

Feng Shayan sat beside Jia Zhengliang, stretched lazily, patted Jia Zhengliang on the back and said, "That's good. It seems that you haven't neglected your Qi training recently..."

“Ahem…”

Jia Zhengliang, who was practicing Qi, was slapped by Feng Shayan so hard that his Qi was almost disrupted. After coughing twice, Jia Zhengliang looked at Feng Shayan with a resentful look and said, "Please, I am practicing Qi! Aren't you afraid that I will disrupt my Qi and become useless? Are you planning to be a widow?"

"You are so beautiful!"

Feng Shayan rolled her eyes at him and said nothing. She took out a satellite phone from behind her, seeming to be hesitant to speak.

"Uncle Feng is fine..."

Jia Zhengliang naturally knew what Feng Shayan was thinking, and comforted her: "Others may not know, but don't you know that Uncle Feng's strength should be one of the best in this conference..."

Before Jia Zhengliang could finish, Feng Shayan sighed and said, "That would be great. I'm worried about the Wang family..."

"Wang family?"

Jia Zhengliang frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but think of Wang Bing who taught him a lesson in front of Liangshan.