Zhou Jing used both fingers to break the blade directly.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and grabbed the masked man's face towel, which was amazingly fast.

The masked leader was shocked and hurriedly wanted to retreat.

However, the next moment, his movements stopped and he felt a traction force sucking him towards Zhou Jing. Then he was grabbed by someone, pinched his mouth, stuffed a pill into his mouth, and forced him to swallow it.

Before he could continue to move, his hands and feet suddenly fell out of control and fell on the carriage with a pounce, leaving only his eyes full of fear, and could still turn around.

"After taking my paralysis pill, don't try to move with a cup of tea, just lie down obediently, I will come and curse you later."

Zhou Jing threw down the masked leader and drove the wind directly into the formation.

He didn't make too much noise, but just rolled up wind blades and injured masked men.

Seeing this, the other masked people were in chaos. They took advantage of the situation and intercepted them. At this time, they found that Yufeng Zhenren was recovering and suddenly panicked.

"Master's magic power is Tongxuan, it has been restored!"

The disciples of Tianji Sect were rejuvenated and immediately turned into defense to attack, and finally attacked one by one injured enemy.

The battle did not last long, and the intercepted masked men were quickly defeated, leaving behind a large number of corpses and wounded people. Only about twenty people left escaped, but Zhou Jing let them go.

The remaining disciples controlled the alive enemies and took off their face towels, but they did not recognize them at all.

"Master, where did this group of people come from?"

"Just ask."

Zhou Jing was probably aware of it, but he still came to the masked man leader and fed him the medicine. Then he mentioned it and asked the question.

"Don't even think about learning anything from me! Kill me!"

The masked leader refused to speak and wanted to bite his tongue to commit suicide, but Zhou Jing stopped him.

Seeing this man look like a dead man, Zhou Jing didn't care. He took out a roll of needle bag from his arms, pulled out a few silver needles, and had a expressionless face:

"I don't want to be contaminated with blood, but you come to intercept me, I can't forgive you, but it's not difficult to let you speak."

After saying that, he raised his hand and slapped the needles into the other party's head and neck.

Soon, the masked leader's expression, who would rather die than surrender, gradually became dull, saliva flowed out of his mouth, his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, Aba Aba kept stopping, like a fool.

After doing all this, Zhou Jing asked, and the masked leader became a question-and-answer question-and-answer.

Soon, Zhou Jing got the answer and gave a guide to the heart of this person without hesitation.

puff!

The leader was shocked and fell to the ground, and died of a life of death.

"It's really the Jade Ding Sect... Ning Zhongjun isn't it?"

Zhou Jing's eyes flashed.

He did not want to compete for the dominance of Si Tianjian, but the Jade Ding Sect was unyielding and kept plotting, trying to kill him.

Although this group of people repeatedly provoke themselves, it is really annoying.

"The Yuding Sect has been favored for so many years and is very popular. It should be a wealthy family... It seems that it is time to collect a start-up loan from them."

Zhou Jing thought to himself.
Chapter completed!