Wu Tie woke up.

Itchy all over the body, and a scorching stinging pain came from the skin.

When he opened his eyes, there was a light red color in front of him. Wu Tie was soaking in the thin red juice. A mixed medicinal force was pouring into his body from all directions, roughly repairing Wu Tie's wounds.

A golden light flashed between the eyebrows, and the wu Tie flew into the sky.

He saw clearly that the place he soaked just now was a pond, which was 100 meters long, about three meters wide, and about one meter deep.

In addition to him, there are now more than twenty men with blurred faces soaked in the pond.

Judging from the figure, they are all powerful men.

His right hand was still holding the White Tiger Rift tightly, and Wu Tie landed heavily by the pond, looking around.

This is a steel cave of about a radius. The ground, four walls and dome are made of black steel. The matte black steel is polished very high, and the four walls are integrated without any patchwork gaps.

On the dome, dozens of small "Xu Ri" with a diameter of about one foot is emitting bright light.

Wu Tiexin knew very well that he escaped from Zhu Zixi's men alive.

He still remembered what happened before he fell into a coma. Someone used a formation to trap Zhu Zixi, and even attacked Zhu Zixi with a powerful metal puppet, which saved himself.

Those metal puppets looked familiar... Wu Tie remembered that when he and Lao Tie came out of the secret realm, the General Palm of the Fog Sword brought a large group of troops to surround them. The General Palm of the Fog Sword of the Fog Sword once threw out two similar puppets.

Just as I thought of the general palm order of the fog sword, a black shadow flashed in front of me, and a figure suddenly appeared from the air, and a cold light slashed silently at Wu Tie's neck.

The cold light was extremely fast and almost flashed in front of Wu Tie.

Wu Tie snorted coldly, and he slapped the koi on his waist. Twelve small green carp jumped out, hovering around him in a lively manner.

The cold light collided violently with the twelve little carp. With the sound of "ding ding", the green carp swayed and jumped, and the cold light that came was also dissolved invisibly.

Wu Tie shouted in a low voice, and the white tiger cracked his right hand brought out a shrill sound of breaking through the air, tearing the air and stabbing the black shadow carefully.

The black shadow held a strangely shaped seven-foot straight knife in both hands, raised the knife over his head with both hands, and slashed it silently.

There was another loud bang, and sparks flew everywhere.

The seven-foot straight knife in the black shadow's hand was broken by a white tiger crack, and countless extremely thin iron slags cracked around. The black shadow groaned, staggered back several steps, and his body shook into a black fog, and then appeared a hundred meters away with a flash.

"Boy, what's your name?" The black fog shrank inward, and the palm of the fog knife condensed out of thin air.

"Wu Tie." Wu Tie looked at the general's palm order: "You are the fog knife, I recognize you... you are not dead?"

"Someone betrayed me and betrayed the entire Wu Dao. They wanted me to die, but it was not that easy." Wu Dao smiled coldly, and his eyes swept over the white tiger crack in Wu Tie's hand.

"In any case, the fog sword has been passed down in the Cangyan Domain for so many years... The history of the fog sword is even much older than the three major families in the Cangyan Domain today. It is not that simple to kill the inheritance of the fog sword."

"Your gun is very good... 100,800 kilograms?" Wu Dao Gripped his teeth and said a little strange: "Do you know how much I spent to save you? Just because of this gun, how could it be so heavy?"

Wu Tie held a gun in both hands.

The red juice in the pond was not powerful enough, not only because the medicinal power was not powerful enough, but also because the medicinal properties were not pure enough. The flesh and blood on his right arm grew out again, and the wound on his body had healed, but the new body was itchy and tingling, which was extremely uncomfortable.

After moving his body unacceptably, Wu Tie moistened his righteous spirit, waves of strong aura washed away the whole body, and dark red mixed plasma continued to seep out from his pores.

Holding the spear in both hands and ignoring the general palm of the mist knife, Wu Tie waved the White Tiger Strike and practiced the basic gun style with all his strength a hundred times.

Punching again and again, constantly sprinting in all directions.

Draw circles again and again, drawing long, short, complete and incomplete arcs.

The extremely heavy white tiger broke through the air, and the dull loud noise was like a giant waving a mountain, with amazing momentum.

The mist knife didn't say anything, but just looked at Wu Tie quietly.

After a hundred basic gun-type drills were completed, Wu Tie's whole body was covered with a layer of dark red sticky plasma.

Taking a deep breath, a golden light flashed between the eyebrows, and a large area of ​​water vapor in the air condensed, quickly turning into a piece of clear water several meters in a radius to wrap Wu Tie. The clear water rotated rapidly, and the blood on the body was quickly washed away.

"Heavy, but his power is worthy of his weight." Wu Tieshan held a gun in his hand and gently stole the white tiger on the ground.

With a 'bang', the ground shook slightly.

Wu Tie looked at the mist knife's palm order and said in a deep voice: "I really didn't expect that you saved me... You occupied my territory and led people to attack and kill me and Lao Tie. It was written off, and none of us owed anyone."

Grinning, Wu Tie nodded and said, "I will go back to that secret realm in the future. Who will win the destiny at that time? Let's look at each other's abilities."

The General Wu Dao curled his lips: "A single stroke is written off? It's okay. Anyway, that secret realm is now the territory of the Changsheng Sect. If you want to go back in the future, it's better."

He snorted lightly, and the General Master Wu Dao looked at Baihuli again: "Don't you want to know how much price I have paid to save you? Your gun is too heavy. It's a heavy price to take you back here."

Wu Tie looked at Baihuli proudly, and raised his eyebrows and smiled, "I didn't ask you to save me. You were still enemies before. If you saved me for no reason, you must have something to ask me for."

"So..." Wu Tie grinned brightly: "Either tell me what you want me to do, or I'm leaving."

The mist knife closed his mouth.

He looked at Wu Tie helplessly and felt a headache for no reason.

Although Wu Tie is tall enough, his face is tender and childish. He is obviously not a few years old and is still a little bit of a fool.

But I have never seen such a difficult little ghost head.

Wu Tie smiled, and he was also surprised by his performance.

It seems that after experiencing a life-and-death crisis, Wu Tie has become much smarter?

Some of the things that Lao Tie said before were not understood and absorbed at that time, but now they can think clearly.

Even among the shallow knowledge inherited by Lao Tie, some of the knowledge and skills were integrated into Wu Tie's heart when Wu Tie was in a coma, just like a dream, the spring breeze turned into rain, and moistened things silently.

For example, the subject of "Business Negotiation Skills"...

What is "Business"?

Wu Tie is not very clear, but it is clear here, how to bargain with others and how to grasp the other party's psychology.

Wu Tie held the White Tiger Strike in his hand and looked at the mist knife with a smile.

Although it was awkward, Wu Tie used self-study skills for the first time in his life.

"In the world, there is no hatred for no reason, nor will there be love for no reason."

"As a killer organization, you can't save me for no reason."

"What's there in me that you value?"

Wu Tie patted the heart protection mirror.

Whether it was the white egg, the Qiankun bag, or even the moon marks on the arms, the koi wrapped around her waist were intact.

"You didn't take away the valuable things on me while I was in a coma, but instead used secret medicine to help me recover from my injuries... Although the quality of your secret medicine is really poor, this is my intention."

"You have something to ask for me!"

Wu Tie looked at the solemn mist knife's palm command and said calmly: "It's a man, just say it openly, what do you want to do, or what do you want me to do for you?"

Extending his left hand and giving out a finger, Wu Tie said in a deep voice: "Brother, settle the score clearly, let alone we are not brothers, I don't owe you anything. No matter what you want me to do for you, how much profit can you get... I want half of it."

"Impossible." Wu Dao, who was upset by Wu Tie's sophisticated and sophisticated words, hurriedly spoke: "Impossible...I'll save you..."

"You occupied my territory and Lao Tie, and you even led people to attack us. You even directly caused Lao Tie to sleep... This is a deep hatred." Wu Tie's voice was filled with a deep coldness.

"You saved me, and at most I will write off my debts with you... I don't owe you anything. If you want me to help you, you must give me enough rewards." Wu Tie said sternly: "If otherwise, I turn around and leave, can you keep me?"

The mist knife keeps silent.

In the pond behind Wu Tie, several ingenious figures jumped up, and they jumped out, holding the floor with both hands and gasping heavily.

They were breathing in big mouthfuls, constantly spitting out the red juice from their mouths and noses.

After struggling for a while, these ingenious men stood up straight and subconsciously jumped behind the mist knife's palm, and lined up their eyes and looked at Wu Tie with bright eyes.

Wu Tie looked at these men with a smile.

After soaking the potion, these men's original skin became extremely white and tender. However, the newly grown flesh was a tender red piece. Compared with the white and red, it was easy to see the injuries they had suffered.

All over the body, and many of the wounds were penetrating.

These guys were taken back here after being seriously injured and rescued by this pond to save their lives.

Wu Tie smiled: "Your subordinates can't help you with what they can do, maybe I can do it?"

Squinting his eyes, Wu Tie said in a deep voice: "Well, let me guess... the formation you used to save me, and those metal puppets, were you brought from where you brought these trusted men these days?"

Wu Tie looked at the men who jumped out of the pond, then looked at the figures that were still soaking in it, and laughed: "Well, have you hurt so many people? How many people died there without time to save them?"

"How many loyal and reliable confidants do you have? How much are you willing to sacrifice?" Wu Tiexiao looked at the general palm of Wu Dao: "You must be unwilling to accept it. You must still want to take back Wu Dao, or even take revenge on the Eternal Life Sect..."

"Otherwise, how could you save me? You must have been paying attention to the movements of the Changsheng Sect, and you even took the risk to spy on the movements of the old guy..." Wu Tie said with a smile: "It's open and honest, let's talk... I want half the profit."

The mist knife general's palm was staring at Wu Tie for a long time, and finally shook his head helplessly.

"You are simply an old ghost who is a hundred years old, not like a doll in your teens."

He sighed heavily, and the general palm of the mist knife said in a deep voice: "Half is impossible, 30%, this is my bottom line... I have so many subordinates, I still have to subdue the mist knife and deal with the immortality sect... and you are only one person."

Wu Tie frowned. He looked at the mist knife's palm order seriously. After thinking for a while, he asked with a little hesitation: "Where is that place?"

The general palm order of the mist knife immediately said: "The ancestral land of my mist knife...that is, the place where my mist knife originated."

Looking up at the metal dome, looking at the small "Xu Ri" above the head with a diameter of about one foot and emitting snowy light, the general palm of the mist said in a deep voice: "Many, many years ago, our ancestors of the mist sword walked out of the place of origin..."
To be continued...