Chapter 174 Don’t play tricks
Yang Zheng has now become someone else's hostage.
Originally, she was the apple of Yang's father's eye, the youngest daughter in the family, lively and smart, quite lovable, and Yang's father had always held her in the palm of his hand. But now, she was being held at sword point like this, and her life was in danger.
The sword tip slightly turned to the side, leaving a thin blood mark on Yang Zheng's neck.
"Yang Jing!"
Father Yang was so angry that he gritted his teeth and squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, his hand trembling slightly as he pointed at the man.
Lu Qingzhi was also held up by another sword. The power released by the cultivator in the late stage of fusion suppressed her tightly. The spiritual energy in her body was almost stagnant. She could not move much, let alone use the talisman left for her by Wen Jin.
All this happened so suddenly, and the sudden force rushed straight towards Yang's father and her.
When Yang's father was blocked by someone, the sword immediately changed direction, and before anyone could react, Yang Zheng was forced to retreat to the corner.
The talisman she had pulled out in such a hurry was dispersed before she could release the spiritual power, leaving her with no chance.
The scene was in chaos for a moment, and the only person who was still standing calmly stood out.
Father Yang subconsciously took two steps back and saw Yang Jing walking calmly in the crowd.
Yang Jing looked towards his father, slightly sideways, with a provocative smile on his face: "Master, do you want to say something?"
Father Yang stared with blood gushing out of the corner of his mouth. He was so overwhelmed by the pressure that he could no longer speak.
Seeing this, Yang Jing's smile deepened. He flicked his sleeves and amplified his voice several times: "Don't panic, everyone. I only ask what I want to ask. Please give me some convenience. After I ask, I will leave."
"Also," he turned back again and looked at Yang's father: "Yang Jing is dead."
The Demon Lord assigned to Kunlun is indeed a useless person. He only relies on something as illusory as mental control to stand at a high position. How can he be at ease with his real strength?
He snorted coldly and took two steps forward.
The crowd surrounded him, forming a vacuum circle. They carefully kept a safe distance from him, while at the same time looking around, fearing that there might be another monk who suddenly rebelled in the crowd.
Especially the two people who already disliked each other, at this moment they were eagerly looking for each other in the crowd, fearing that the other party would suddenly jump up and stab them first.
I escaped from prison with great difficulty, I can't die here suddenly.
……
"Yang Jing" stood in front of the crowd, facing Yang Zheng and Lu Qingzhi who were forced into one place, and his mood was very good.
He first looked at Yang Zheng, raised his hand to catch the sword that was pressing Yang Zheng, and then turned back to look at Yang's father: "Master, do you know what I want to ask?"
Upon hearing this, Father Yang secretly clenched his fists in his sleeves.
The moment it happened, he knew why the person came, and Zheng'er was the one who took the bullet for her.
If he was the one being held at sword point at this moment, he would not have said a word. However, now that the person under the sword was Yang Zheng, he really hesitated.
"can not say!"
Yang Zheng took the opportunity to shout, but before she finished her words, the sword moved closer, leaving a second bloody mark on her neck.
A chilly feeling came from the neck. Yang Zheng's neck stiffened and he turned his head to the side in anger.
"I can give you time to think about it."
"Yang Jing" seemed to have expected this result. He let go of the sword in his hand, took a few steps, and grasped the sword on Lu Qingzhi's neck.
"What about you? If you hand over the spiritual herb, I can spare your life."
As he spoke, he looked Lu Qingzhi up and down.
He had heard of the great name of Fairy Qingzhi from the ethereal and ethereal world. When he saw her just now, he was sure that she was worthy of the name.
Lu Qingzhi looked at him coldly, already thinking about how to delay time.
After Ajin has dealt with it, he will definitely discover the problem here. We must wait until Ajin comes to find us!
Seeing that the man's patience was about to run out, Lu Qingzhi pretended to be embarrassed and said, "It's... It's not that I don't want to take it out, it's just that the herb can't be taken out at the moment."
"Are you talking nonsense to me?" Hearing this, the man pushed the sword inward again, and the smile on his face disappeared completely: "Take it out!"
"I can't even mobilize my spiritual power under your pressure, how can I take it?"
Lu Qingzhi also denied it and quickly gave the prepared reasons with full confidence.
As soon as she said this, Lu Qingzhi felt that the spiritual energy in her body was flowing smoothly.
"Don't play any tricks."
He moved the sword away a little and stared at Lu Qingzhi.
Lu Qingzhi got what she wanted. She took out a wooden box from her hand, presented it with both hands, and handed it to "Yang Jing".