C12 Concealment

"Father, since Bu Jinqi is so powerful, he must have the help of a master. How about we hold a heroic feast to compete in the selection competition and attract young talents under the age of thirty from all walks of life to gather here. Father will be wise and wise, and at that time, he can recruit talented people, take over the world, and take over the city for his own use. The rise and fall of a city is also very important. Besides, our Jinling City has the most people. Dad knows that money makes the difference. He doesn't believe that they won't stay when the time comes. We can use three months of time to spread the news, and thus, have enough time to prepare. "

Fu Xielei was originally a martial artist. His achievements were basically achieved through brute force. It was easy to fight, but difficult to defend.

He believed his daughter to be more scheming than he was, and now, listening to her analysis, he nodded with satisfaction. But he still had one question: "Why is it that we have to compete in the Groom Search Competition?"

Fu Xi smiled and said, "Father, this is just a pretense. We can't let others easily see through our intentions. Besides, with my daughter's beauty and talent, I don't believe that we can't attract most of the young talents in the world to come and take a look."

"Good!"

In Four Paths, the enthusiasm for success slowly died down. After three days of revelry, the city was restored to its normal order.

May had arrived, and the hot air was depressing.

The weather was often cloudy and rainy. In the blink of an eye, dark clouds covered the sky and thunder rumbled.

"Hualala …"

The shower of rain from early summer poured down.

"Rumble!" An explosive sound of thunder shook the heaven and earth. Lightning flashed, reflecting Bu Jinqi's ice-cold face.

He was meditating in the secret chamber. After he slowly opened his eyes, he looked up at the ventilated skylight and saw the torrential rain. He remembered the earth-shattering scene of his fight with Mo Dongcheng a few days ago and felt a lingering fear.

This was because he did not kill Mo Dongcheng personally. If the two were competing in strength, he knew that he would not be a match for Mo Dongcheng. Everyone outside thought that he was the one who killed Mo Dongcheng.

If that was the case, then his strength was just too great. This would only bring about trouble, and if it wasn't the case, then he would hire people to use the Fantasy Heart Technique to kill people, and even if word got out, he wouldn't have any face.

In reality, in this fertile continent where experts were as common as the clouds, he, Bu Jinqi, could only be considered a small character.

Since this was the case, he had to find a way to truly become strong. In the future, if someone dared to bully him, he wouldn't have to worry about it. He could also show off his might.

He was confident in himself, because he had Tongzhu in his hands.

When he thought of Tongzhu, Bu Jinqi couldn't help but take her out and examine her.

These days, he did not go into closed door cultivation to study the bead, but to recover the elemental energy that he had expended in his battle with Mo Dongcheng.

Now that all of his Zhen Qi had been replenished, he finally had the chance to study this peerless treasure.

Actually, Bu Jinqi only knew about beads on the surface, he only knew that this treasure could enhance his qi cultivation. He didn't know anything else about it.

Tongzhu was looking at it over and over in his hands, but he could not see what kind of mystery was hidden inside.

He tried to place the pearl in his two palms and prepared to refine it. He transferred 30% of his true energy from his dantian's Qi Sea to his palms through the tendons and veins in his arms.

The Zhen Qi gathered in the palm of his hand more and more, and finally condensed into a circle of air flow, getting denser and denser, getting denser and denser, colliding with each other and rubbing against each other.

Countless molecules of Zhen Qi killed each other, and finally, a bluish-purple flame of Zhen Qi was born, and the flame of Zhen Qi was burning the Tongzhu furnace.

But after an hour, there were still no changes to the bead.

Bu Jinqi thought, "What happened?" Even my true energy fire cannot melt it, it seems like this thing is not as simple as I thought. "

When he thought here, he once again circulated more of his internal energy and gathered more and more true qi to supply the true qi to the flame, and the fire was getting fiercer and fiercer.

He did not know that the zhen qi fire essence he had used was being absorbed by the pearl.

Finally, another two hours had passed, and Bu Jinqi was finally unable to resist the absorption ability of the pearl. It was like a ferocious vampire absorbing his energy, and his true energy was almost depleted as well.

Finally, the instant the lamp ran out of oil, he withdrew himself in time and stopped channeling his true qi, almost fainting on the spot.

This thing was too strange. It seemed like there was a huge chaotic space inside that was going to swallow him whole. It was lucky that he could get away. It seemed like this thing was not some treasure.

Bu Jinqi's face was deathly pale, it was difficult for him to breathe, and he was dizzy and his limbs went soft. He hurriedly put away the pearl and focused on cultivating. Otherwise, he would die from the Qi from his body.

In this kind of thunderstorm, Bu Hu ordered for Mo Xie to be chained under a large tree in the courtyard. He wanted to use Mo Xie as an experiment and wanted to know what it was like to be struck to death.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, striking everywhere else in the courtyard. It was a shocking sight to behold.

Bu Hu leaned on a golden chair in front of the gate and enjoyed it, waiting for the arrival of the classic moment.

He continuously bit his finger and charmingly stared at Mo Xie who was in a sorry state in the rain. His eyes revealed a savage light and he thought to himself, "If a useless person like him were to really be struck to death by lightning, then it would be a one-sided deal. It can be considered as letting him off easy."

But after waiting for an hour, the lightning didn't strike Mo Xie's body.

This already made Bu Hu very agitated.

Mo Xie's entire body was drenched, and her face was pale. She let the rain crazily hit his face.

He closed his eyes, and the rain and tears rolled down his face.

After a long time, he finally opened his eyes. His heart felt as though it was being torn apart as waves of pain flooded his body …

He raised his head and looked at the dark clouds in the sky. The familiar warm expression of his father appeared in the darkness of the sky, as if it was giving him strength and hints, telling him not to give up his life so easily.

Ever since Mo Xie lost her mother at the age of six, her father never remarried. He was both strict and affectionate, and his father loved him like a mountain. How could he forget the years he spent with his father?

Now, his father had been set up by others for his sake, and he had died miserably in the hands of others. How could he swallow his anger, and how could he vent it out?

Chasing after the origin was because of the Long family's four men's conspiracy, forcing his father to hand over the Tongzhu beads, and then it was also because of the Bu family's long plotting to kill him in the middle of the road.

In the end, the person who killed his father with his own hands was a pervert who was carrying a lute and using such a despicable method to kill someone.

Also, Bu Jinqi destroyed his dantian's Qi Sea, making it impossible for him to cultivate Qi Art in his lifetime. He became a so-called trash!

And his son Bu Hu was so freakishly trying to enslave him for the rest of his life!

These people, these grudges, these grudges, as long as he was still alive, and had the chance to rise to prominence one day, none of them would be able to escape.

As Mo Xie thought of this, she closed her eyes and silently mourned the death of her father …

Suddenly, a shadow flashed in the corner and no one noticed him.

The masked man in black easily slipped into the inner courtyard and inside.