Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"..."

Zhuo Xianzi looked at Xiao Jiu'er with a strange expression, thinking that this little girl seemed to be more ruthless than herself.

But Xiao Jiuer was not wrong either.

If these monks were really Han Yang's old friends, then she would be so angry that Han Yang would not let her punish those monks.

But if these people are fake...

hey-hey!

Then don't blame her for being cruel!

Zhuo Xianzi stepped into the cabin with a sinister smile, wanting to see where these monks came from.

…

In the cabin.

The old monk clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, saluted Han Yang, and said, "I have seen Han Zun..."

Han Yang slowly opened his eyes and interrupted directly: "I have no connection with the monk. I let you come in just to see where you came from... You are indeed a bastard from Wutong Holy Land."

If he were a person from other dojos, Han Yang might have to take an exam to know whether these people are really related to each other.

But a monk?

Totally unnecessary!

Everyone in the Ares Mountain lineage knows that he hates bald donkeys!

Except for Namo Bao Guang Sheng Buddha, Han Yang had no other friends of the Buddhist lineage.

But Namo Bao Guang Sheng Buddha died in the ruins of the gods, and the cause and effect ended.

Therefore, it is naturally impossible for these monks to be old friends of the God of War.

After they entered the cabin, Han Yang glanced over and understood their roots.

Equipped with Wutong Holy Land techniques, at least two of the five people are Wutong Holy Land disciples like Meihua.

Upon hearing this, Zhuo Xianzi's eyes instantly turned cold.

Those natives should be damned if they dare to play tricks on her!

"Amitabha, Han Zun doesn't know something. We are from the Baoguang Temple lineage, and our founder Nanmo Baoguang Shengfo..."

The old monk was not frightened by Han Yang and could explain calmly.

Han Yang had lost interest in communicating with the monks and told Xiao Jiuer and Zhuo Xianzi, "I'll leave it to you two. Ask them why they came here to die by pretending to be the God of War."

Xiao Jiuer nodded disinterestedly.

Zhuo Xianzi's face was full of excitement.

She had already figured out how to punish these bald asses.

The few monks behind the old monk were not as calm as the old monk, and they hurriedly shouted: "Han Zun, fellow Taoist Han, we are really from the Baoguang Temple. This time we are here to reinforce you and help you fight against the Wutong Holy Land. You must not act like a relative." It hurts, it’s something that makes enemies happy.”

Han Yang waved his hand and ordered Xiao Jiuer to take people down.

Wutong Holy Land has obviously done its homework. It is worthy of being a corpse collector from the great catastrophe. It can actually find the heel and feet of the God of War and know the origin between the God of War and the Baoguang Sheng Buddha in the south of Baoguang Temple.

Unfortunately, Wutong Holy Land still missed the mark. Unexpectedly, everyone in the Baoguang Temple lineage died in the Divine Ruins.

boom!

Xiao Jiuer stretched out his hand and captured all five monks.

The strongest one is just a powerful person, and he has no power to fight back under Xiao Jiuer.

Zhuo Xianzi smiled evilly and came to Xiao Jiu'er's side, whispering: "There are many torture methods in our immortal world. I wonder if you are interested, young master?"

Even if Zhuo Xianzi and Ji Xiangtian don't look at each other, it's because they are both Han Yang's slaves.

But Xiao Jiu'er is different. Xiao Jiu'er is equivalent to Han Yang's sister, the real young master.

Zhuo Xianzi often flattered Xiao Jiuer.

Although it is not possible to replace Ji Xiangtian, who has a deep relationship with Xiao Jiuer, under Ji Xiangtian, Han Yang's other slaves are suppressed by Zhuo Xianzi.

"Oh? Are Sister Jixiangtian's torture methods mysterious?"

Xiao Jiuer became interested.

Ji Xiangtian is a witch, and her method of torturing people is far beyond what other warriors can match.

Xiao Jiuer followed Ji Xiangtian and learned a lot of tricks.

"Then the humble maid also has such a method?"

Zhuo Xianzi seemed startled for a moment, then smiled and said: "I don't dare to judge whether her methods are more mysterious than hers, but I will never let you down, young master..."

"Ahem..."

Before the two of them could finish their muttering, Han Yang, who was sitting on top of the chair, had to interrupt them with a fake cough.

He glared at Xiao Jiu'er angrily, and then told Zhuo Xianzi: "Just interrogate them yourself, don't teach Jiu'er a bad lesson."

One auspicious day made Han Yang feel that his teaching of Xiao Jiuer had gone astray.

She thought Zhuo Xianzi would be more reliable, so she gave Xiao Jiuer to Zhuo Xianzi for training.

In the end, Zhuo Xianzi was not as good as Ji Xiangtian.

Ji Xiangtian can at least suppress Xiao Jiu'er and prevent Xiao Jiu'er from acting like he wants.

Zhuo Xianzi only knew how to please Xiao Jiuer and let Xiao Jiuer do whatever he wanted.

If things continue like this, won't this little sister Xiao Jiuer be going to become a witch?

Han Yangke still hopes to cultivate this sister into a lady.

"I know...I know!"

Zhuo Xianzi was startled.

Only then did she realize that she seemed to be thinking the wrong way.

Han Yang is not raising Xiao Jiu'er as a sister, he is clearly raising a daughter.

No one wants their daughter to become cruel.

Snapped!

Zhuo Xianzi gave herself a gentle slap, then apologized to Xiao Jiuer with a flattering smile: "It seems that I can't let you, young master, watch the torture this time, but don't worry, young master, there are many fun things in our world of immortality." , I will teach it to the young master in the future..." M..

Xiao Jiuer was pushed away reluctantly.

Looking at the two people leaving, Han Yang had a headache.

It seems that among the women around me, none of them are normal enough to teach Xiao Jiuer.

Zhuo Xianzi, a cunning person who flatters others.

Ji Xiangtian, a cruel witch.

Li Xuanyu is an alcoholic, so it's good if he can take care of himself.

Chen Qiaoqian, who was obsessed with the Tianwu God, was so addicted to being the empress that even he was left out, let alone taking care of and teaching Xiao Jiuer.

"It seems that we need to find a teacher for Xiao Jiuer to teach him..."

Han Yang touched his chin and thought carefully.

In his eyes, teaching Xiao Jiuer was more troublesome than dealing with the attack from Wutong Holy Land.

…

Boom!

Only one day passed, and before Zhuo Xianzi could find out the truth through interrogation, the Yukong Shenzhou stopped again.

There is another group of people who claim to be the God of War Gujiu, hoping to meet Han Yang.

This time, Xiao Jiuer took the person down without saying a word.

But even so, it took a lot of time to go back and forth.

Han Yang vaguely guessed the intention of Wutong Holy Land.

This is to send people to die, deliberately delaying time, and creating enough preparation time for the subsequent ambush.

This is a conspiracy.

Even if Han Yangming knew that someone was pretending to be the God of War, he could only stop again and again.

If we turn away everyone who comes, we will most likely miss out on our true old friends.

"The method is a bit crude, but it is quite effective..."

Han Yang sneered.

Wutong Holy Land is stalling for time, so is Han Yang.

If Wutong Holy Land is completely destroyed now, what if Tianwaitian is so frightened that he hides.

At least, it has to be delayed until the so-called Son of God comes into the world.

Ever since, the Yukong Shenzhou stopped again and again.

Only seven days later, Xiao Jiuer had already arrested ten waves of people who claimed to be Han Yang's old friends.

This completely angered Zhuo Xianzi.

These people are really not afraid of death, and they actually come looking for death at their doorsteps.

Do you really think that Zhuo Xianzi doesn't kill people?

With murderous intent, Zhuo Xianzi became more ruthless, and even put aside personal grudges temporarily and invited his old enemy Ji Xiangtian to come over and search for the souls of these people.