Chapter 172 Pretend

But it doesn't matter. Since absorbing the Jade Cicada, Zhang Zhiwen has not tried to see how strong his body is. He Weitie in front of him is a good target, so let him practice.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen said nothing and walked towards He Weitie step by step. He Weitie obviously didn't expect Zhang Zhiwen to take the initiative to attack. He was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. It was obvious that he was a little angry with Zhang Zhiwen. He Weitie was a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, while Zhang Zhiwen was just a casual cultivator in the early stage of Qi Refining. The strength of the two was very different.

"Since you want to die, I will help you!"

A murderous intent flashed in He Weitie's eyes. His master ordered him to follow Zhang Zhiwen, but he naturally acted according to circumstances. He also rose from the bottom and knew very well what kind of person Zhang Zhiwen was. Since Zhang Zhiwen did not intend to confess and was also planning to take action, this matter was no longer a verbal dispute. Anyway, the truth would be revealed by his hands. He would defeat Zhang Zhiwen. He did not believe that Zhang Zhiwen would not confess.

Therefore, He Weitie immediately took action. He directly released a mid-level spell. This spell was quite realistic. More than ten feet long silver spears wrapped in circles of green light instantly killed Zhang Zhiwen.

This silver spear was condensed from an ice spell, and the green light was clearly a wood spell, and it must be poisonous. He Weitie was extremely ruthless when he took action. He planned to first destroy Zhang Zhiwen and poison him. Then he could control Zhang Zhiwen at will, right?

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwen did not dodge or evade, and did not even release the body protection spell. He needed He Weitie to test the condition of his physical body. Zhang Zhiwen would not care about such a mid-level spell. Even if it was a high-level spell, it would probably not kill him. He was naturally aware of this.

But He Weitie did not think so. He saw that Zhang Zhiwen did not know how to dodge and was still pressing towards him. He immediately laughed sinisterly. Obviously, in his opinion, Zhang Zhiwen was probably frightened by his high-level spell, so that he could not even dodge and forgot to release the body protection spell. He Weitie was too cautious at the beginning for such a lowly casual cultivator.

In this way, this mid-level spell instantly hit Zhang Zhiwen, and a burst of sand and dust flew up, but it was not clear what was going on. He Weitie was also a little confused. He did not hear Zhang Zhiwen screaming. He felt that he might have killed Zhang Zhiwen by mistake. If that was the case, it would be a pity. He naturally hoped to capture Zhang Zhiwen alive and force him to tell the source of the spiritual cultivation fruit, but soon, he was relieved. Anyway, the damned ghost would always die, but he didn't expect it to be so weak.

But soon, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, because he saw Zhang Zhiwen, and Zhang Zhiwen stood there intact, but his clothes were torn by He Weitie, which made Zhang Zhiwen a little helpless. Every time he encountered this situation, his clothes were torn, but he usually had the habit of carrying some dry food and spare clothes with him, otherwise it would be very embarrassing.

But for He Weitie, this was simply seeing a ghost. Not to mention that he had never seen this situation before, he felt that his master He Cuiying had never seen this situation, and He Weitie was sure that if He Cuiying was here, if He Cuiying had no protection and did not dodge, this spell would probably hurt him, and even the injury would be serious, but Zhang Zhiwen was intact.

Zhang Zhiwen had a general idea. His body was now extremely strong. Generally speaking, mid-level spells could not pose any threat to him, and only high-level spells could pose a threat to him.

However, Zhang Zhiwen did not know how much explosive power his body had at the moment. Could he kill He Weitie with this punch? Of course, this was without any spiritual power, and Zhang Zhiwen had never tried it.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen looked down at his fist, and then smiled faintly: "Now, it should be my turn, right?"

"What?!" He Weitie was startled. He felt the confidence in Zhang Zhiwen's tone, and this confidence seemed to be an invisible force that directly impacted his mind, making him terrified and even afraid. He subconsciously took a step back.

But the next moment, there was a loud bang, and Zhang Zhiwen was ejected directly, like a rapidly flying crossbow arrow, breaking through the air and sweeping out, and gravel flew everywhere, and Zhang Zhiwen appeared in front of He Weitie in an instant, and then punched He Weitie's head.

"No! You can't kill me, otherwise the young master will know that I didn't go back, and you will be unlucky. The young master remembers your appearance. If you kill me, Feixian City will definitely want you!"

At the critical moment, He Weitie spoke several times more fluently, and this series of words came out in a crackling manner.

But he only saw the contemptuous smile on Zhang Zhiwen's mouth, and then the fist hit him in the face. He Weitie didn't even feel any pain, because his head exploded on the spot.

Looking at He Weitie who had lost his head, Zhang Zhiwen was actually not very satisfied. This guy didn't even use his strength to such an extent. At least he could put up a shield or fight back. But Zhang Zhiwen also felt the power of his punch. The energy of this punch traveled more than three meters away and caused a hole in the ground to collapse. This was just the strength of the physical body, but it was enough to rival the power of a mid-level spell!

However, Zhang Zhiwen quickly came to his senses. In this wilderness, killing someone was nothing. He didn't use his spiritual power, so he was quite safe. But he looked at He Weitie's body and thought thoughtfully, this He Cui If Ying wants to take advantage of others, then he will change his mind Wen Wen would definitely not give up so easily. If Zhang Zhiwen was really just a casual cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, then he would rub his nose and endure it. But Zhang Zhiwen was no longer a casual cultivator at the third level of Qi Refining, so why should he tolerate it? other side?

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen had an idea, a bold idea. He instantly changed his appearance. The next moment, he turned into He Weitie's appearance. Then he put on He Weitie's clothes. He felt that this He's It shouldn't be that simple to come here to participate in the auction. This is a rare opportunity for major Feixian cities to There must be something grand in the exchange meeting. If nothing else, let's go and see what's going on. As for whether we can take advantage of it, it's hard to say, but if there is any trouble, Zhang Zhiwen should know about it as soon as possible. And if there was really any risk, the worst he could do was leave immediately.

In this way, Zhang Zhiwen became He Weitie, and of course everything on He Weitie's body was plundered. However, this guy was just a servant. He didn't have much money on him and only had a small guest token. This was also It's his identity.

This is Zhang Zhiwen's first time pretending to be someone else, and he has little experience. Although he is not too worried about being discovered by the other party, Zhang Zhiwen is more cautious in his experience. For safety reasons, he still has to practice first, such as He Weitie's voice, walking Look, wait a minute, you have to practice your words and deeds, otherwise He Weitie is He Cuiying's personal attendant, and Zhang Zhiwen should not expose his identity in a moment, otherwise it will be somewhat troublesome.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwen simply started practicing outside. After practicing for several hours, he was almost done with it. So, he returned to the city and walked towards the big house on the other side of Dengtian City. He wanted to use He Wei Tie's identity met He Cuiying.

Not long after, Zhang Zhiwen returned to the other courtyard. The servants in the other courtyard greeted him politely, but Zhang Zhiwen pretended to be arrogant and went straight to He Cuiying's room without even looking at the servants. .

Arriving at the door of the room, he knocked.

"Come in."

He Cuiying's voice came.

Zhang Zhiwen calmed down his emotions a little. This was the first time he pretended to be someone else. He was still a little unsure, but soon he regained his composure. He quietly opened the door and walked in.

At this moment, He Cuiying was sitting in the room meditating. It has to be said that the children of the big family are quite diligent and practice all the time. However, He Cuiying did not raise his head or open his eyes and still meditated. Zhang Zhiwen was honest. Stand aside and wait.

After about a stick of incense, He Cuiying slowly opened his eyes, and then said: "Father has been out for a while, I'm afraid he will come back."

After He Cuiying said this, he stood up and came to the table. He poured himself a cup of tea. From beginning to end, He Cuiying didn't pay much attention to Zhang Zhiwen.

But Zhang Zhiwen could tell that He Cuiying didn't like to be served by others, which was the habit of children from big families. But He Cuiying said that He Yu was coming back soon. Zhang Zhiwen was a little wary because He Yu was a master of the ninth level of Qi refining. , the only person who poses a threat to him is naturally He Yu.

"By the way, how did things go?" Seeing that Marquis Zhang Zhiwen was silent, He Cuiying didn't care and just asked casually.

Zhang Zhiwen hurriedly stepped forward, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, the matter is almost done."

He Cuiying was quite surprised when he heard this, but he quickly regained his composure, then nodded and said, "Well, let's talk about it."

Zhang Zhiwen explained the situation he had prepared in advance, saying that he had followed the source of the Spirit Fruit, which was indeed a place outside, and so on, and he had already obtained everything.

After hearing this, He Cuiying was quite satisfied, and then looked at Zhang Zhiwen. Of course Zhang Zhiwen knew what the other party meant. He quickly took out some Spirit Fruits, which he had prepared long ago.

He Cuiying took the Peiling Fruit and examined it carefully, but he obviously showed a strange look, and then said: "The thing is good, but is it really picked outside? How can it be of such good quality?"

He Cuiying was worthy of being a child of a large alchemy family, and he noticed something was wrong at a glance. He was very familiar with the Spirit Fruit, but the Spirit Fruit cultivated by Zhang Zhiwen was obviously much better than the ones in the wild.

Of course Zhang Zhiwen had expected it. He told He Cuiying a story he had made up. He told He Cuiying that it was a strange cave and the Spirit Fruits found in it. He deliberately said that he guessed that the cave must be extraordinary. There must be some other good things inside, but his cultivation is shallow and he cannot find out other things.

"Oh? Is there anything else about this?" He Cuiying was indeed interested, and very interested.

Zhang Zhiwen quickly replied: "Yes, I do feel this way. Of course, I don't know if it is right or not."

He Cuiying looked at Zhang Zhiwen and saw that Zhang Zhiwen didn't seem to be lying. Then he laughed, stood up, and patted Zhang Zhiwen on the shoulder: "Okay, I didn't expect that you have become smarter recently. You don't have to doubt that the cave must be nothing ordinary." The cave, you can take me there to see it tomorrow.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwen naturally agreed quickly, and at the same time he was mentally prepared. Since He Cuiying was coming to murder him, how could Zhang Zhiwen let He Cuiying go?

But at this moment, a servant's voice came from outside: "Master He, I want you to come over."