Chen Bai's face was cold, but Yu Ding Zhenren was happy in his heart. In his eyes, he should have hope of survival.

But is this really the case?

Chen Bai's face was extremely calm, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Yu Ding, I'll give you a chance; you'd better tell me what happened to Nezha."

"Otherwise, hum,,,," Chen Bai glanced slightly at the corner of his mouth and shook the spear in his hand.

The true man Yu Ding's face was pale and screamed in pain, and was directly nailed to the ground by Chen Bai.

He turned the tail of the gun slightly with his right hand, and the tip of the gun then turned 360 degrees above the right shoulder bone of the jade tripod.

Yu Ding Zhenren gritted his teeth and persevered, but the sweat on his forehead was falling down in discomfort.

"You want to be patient with me, right? That's good."

Chen Bai leaned forward and observed the injuries and expressions of Yu Ding Zhenren, and said softly, showing a very cunning smile.

I saw a dagger appearing in Chen Bai's hand at some point, slid gently on the face of Yu Ding Zhenren.

"Since you are stubborn, I will cut your tongue. I, Chen Bai, have been kind since childhood, will be regarded as helping you fulfill a wish."

Chen Bai said, his face changed and pinched both sides of Yu Ding Zhenren's face, making his mouth open.

Without saying anything, Chen Bai pushed the dagger in with a smile. Yu Ding Zhenren widened his eyes and kept kicking his legs.

Chen Bai withdrew his hand back with some disgust: "Hey, I'm not young yet I'm still so much saliva."

The true energy in his body moved slightly and turned into an invisible glove on Chen Bai's hand. Chen Bai reached into his hand again.

With a slight turn of his wrist, Chen Bai cut off one-third of it and put it in front of the jade tripod.

"Ah, what does it feel like to look at my tongue?" Chen Bai smiled calmly and looked at the legs that Yu Ding kept kicking.

"Look, no matter what kind of real person or immortal it is, when he encounters a desperate situation of life and death, he still kicks his legs randomly, and he still can't control his body."

Chen Bai looked at Yu Ding Zhenren carefully, as if a hunter was thinking about how to deal with his prey.

No longer hesitated, the smile on his face gradually became scary; with Chen Bai's knife, Yu Ding Zhenren's face turned pale in an instant, and blood kept gushing out of his mouth.

"Can you discuss it with you now?" Chen Bai squatted in front of Yu Ding Zhenren.

"For a Taiyi Jinxian, this small injury cannot be killed, but if you don't say it, I will torture you slowly."

"It's much more uncomfortable to die than to die directly." Chen Bai smiled slightly, and the dagger in his hand kept wandering around him.

The real person Yu Ding's cultivation level is not high, and he feels the severe pain coming from his mouth and has a blank mind.

"Ah, ah, uh." Yu Ding Zhenren wanted to speak, but opened her mouth but couldn't say a word.

Chen Baichao Yuding Zhenren showed a look of contempt: "The tongue is gone, do you still want to talk? Give you paper and pen and write down a sentence about Nezha for me."

Then he put the blood-stained dagger on the ground with his left hand, and a piece of white paper and a brush appeared in his hand.

Chen Bai gently patted Yu Ding's face, and at this moment, Yang Jian, Xiaobai and others were attracted by the fighting sounds just now.

"Stop, what did you do to my master!" Yang Jian looked at Yu Ding's mouth full of blood, his handsome face rushed up and pushed Chen Bai away with anger.

Xiaobai also walked to Chen Bai's side at this time and asked in confusion: "Master, what's going on."

Chen Bai said in a cold face: "What happened to Nezha may be wrong."

"What!" Ren Long and Xiaobai were shocked when they heard Chen Bai's words.

Faced with the doubts and shocks of the two, Chen Bai nodded faintly.

He didn't say anything, but just looked at Yang Jian and the real person Yu Ding lying on the ground coldly.

Chen Baiyun said calmly: "Yang Jian, you'd better walk away in a round way; now I don't want to waste time with you."

Even now, Chen Bai still doesn't want to meet Yang Jian's swordsman. He always feels that he has a way to dig Yang Jian over.

But he obviously underestimated Yang Jian's stubborn temper.

Yang Jian held Yu Ding Zhenren in his arms and sneered: "Haha, one day you will be a teacher and a father. If you want to kill my master, you have to step past my body first."

Chen Bai's eyes shook and he quickly recovered; his starry sky-like eyes were as gloomy as water: "Haha, okay."

"I want to see what your Yang Jian has to do to say this to me. I want to see how you protect your master."

The voice was like cold ice, and a bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Chen Bai's mouth; Han Ci Jian suddenly appeared in his hand.

A buzzing sound.

Chen Bai threw Han Ci sword out and nailed it to the right shoulder of the Yu Ding Zhenren; Yang Jian had no time to react.

A gray-white afterimage appeared in front of him, and Chen Bai had already pulled out the fire-tip spear nailed to his left shoulder.

The spear tip flashed with a slight flame pressing against Yang Jian's throat, only one inch!

Chen Bai sneered: "Now, do you have anything else to say?"

As he said, he held the hilt of Han Ci Jian in his left hand to drive the sword body and rotated wildly on the shoulder blades of Yu Ding Zhenren.

Chen Bai leaned slightly to the ear of Yu Ding, blew his breath like a ghost and said, "You shouldn't have done anything to the people around me."

Chen Bai raised his head and stood up straight: "What, do you want to use the sky eyes?"

Chen Bai said, kicking Yang Jian away thousands of meters away.

"Come on, I'll give you another chance to accumulate energy. I hope you don't let me down; nor do you let your dying master down."

Yang Jian broke countless stones and trees before he gradually stabilized his body. When he heard Chen Bai's words, he clenched his fists tightly.

The three-pointed two-edged sword in his hand kept shaking due to endless anger, and a vertical mark about two inches long began to appear on his forehead.

Chen Bai raised his hand and put Xiaobai and Ren Long behind him, and then sat down in a careless manner.

He smiled at Yu Ding as if he was chatting about family matters, "Fellow Daoist Yu Ding, your disciple is really loyal, but unfortunately he lacks strength."

The real man Yu Ding was really panicked this time; he collapsed at Chen Bai's feet with powerlessness and began to shake his head unstoppably.

"Oh? Are you trying to let me let him go? Why, have you changed your mind?" Chen Bai grinned and showed his white teeth.

Listening to Chen Bai's words, Yu Ding Zhen nodded quickly, and wrote the four words of the East China Sea Dragon Clan on the white paper with blood.

When he saw these four words, Chen Bai's pupils shrank suddenly, and then he snorted coldly.

"Oh, you dragon clan, you are stubborn." Chen Bai said, and at this time, Yang Jian's sky eye burst out with a divine light, as if he was about to burn everything.

Chen Bai didn't even look at it, so he took down Han Ci's sword; he grabbed the Jade Ding Zhenren with one hand and threw it over!
Chapter completed!