Wang Jingzhe was anxious. It was not because Song Qingshu looked down on him in his last words, but because the other party's attitude was obviously playing tricks on him. As I was worth the price of the Yuan blue and white porcelain, you sat down and talked to me. Can't I even compare to a broken vase?

So, Wang Jingzhe was anxious and suddenly raised his hand to the nine-character mantra of Gujingguan, the Yuan blue and white porcelain worth more than 30 million was broken.

Of course, Wang Jingzhe certainly didn't know how valuable this thing was. He had never had any idea about these extravagant things.

So, Song Qingshu's face turned blue, the kind of ashen-blue.

Kitchen Daowen was quite knowledgeable, and he whispered to Que's ear in shock: "I remember a few years ago at Sotheby's, there was also a Yuan blue and white auction, which was sold for more than 40 million yuan."

When Wang Jingzhe heard this, he was stunned. The corners of his mouth twitched several times, as if he knew what he wanted to ask. Xiaowen explained: "It's similar to the one you just broke. Although I can't talk about it, these two Yuan blue and white pieces are not much different in size and texture, so I guess the price is about the same. That is to say, you ruined tens of millions with just a wave of your hand. Don't believe it. Didn't you see that person's face? They are all green. Oh? No, it's blue, he must be heartbroken."

Song Qingshu's teeth creaked, and it looked so terrifying, but Wang Jingzhe was really looking forward to it. After further study from Gujing Temple, it was the first time he had a head-on confrontation with someone. As for Zhou Yu who had killed before, he couldn't even warm up. A man who had just learned some vicious witchcraft in the witch sect was not enough to get his teeth into it.

Wang Jingzhe is looking forward to it. Song Qingshu should be considered an old man from the Wu Sect. He will have some real signs under his command, right?

Wang Jingzhe didn't know much about witchcraft. Xiaocao knew how to use Gu. The heads he had solved were all considered one of witchcraft, which belongs to the curse category. This is also the most essential part of the witchcraft.

The Wu Sect has a long history, a wide heritage, and has grown everywhere. Almost all kinds of evil magic in the Nanyang area are from witchcraft. During the thousands of years of the development of the Wu Sect, some disciples left this land and went to the South China Ocean, East Asia, and Southeast Asia to take root, reproduce, and make noise until they finally formed another witchcraft system. But in general, the three evil magics in South China Ocean, as well as Gumantong and the black magic of East Asia, belong to the Wu Sect lineage. Even every year, some sects and masters will come to the Wu Sect to pilgrimage to pay homage to their ancestors. Although the Wu Sect no longer governs the Guanli, everyone still recognizes the same ancestor.

There are many great figures in the legend of the great witches, including Jumang, Gonggong, and Zhurong in the myths and legends. However, in the real society of later generations, there are few great figures in the Wu Sect who have completely won the world. Compared with those of the famous people in the Taoist sect, their fame is really much worse.

It’s not that the Wu Sect is not good, but for some reason, the disciples who were born in the Wu Sect have hidden their identities and never tell the world. Therefore, there are many awesome people in the world, maybe they are from the Wu Sect.

But this time the Wu Sect is not low-key and shows off. Song Qingshu is the one who stands for his master, and Wang Jingzhe is a very good candidate for Song Qingshu to announce to the world.

Because Wang Jingzhe's name has been very famous in some circles in the past two years and is always in the limelight. People are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong, so he undoubtedly became a suitable first choice for surgery.

Song Qingshu calmed down the anger on his face and said calmly: "Originally, you should have been left to my son, but unfortunately, after he left the mountain gate, he traveled alone. Even I don't know where he is now. Wang Jingzhe, you are going to be treated as a whetstone. Of course, I'm sharpening the sword of my son. But unfortunately, I can only do it for you. The same is true, because if you lose me, you will naturally be inferior to our young master. If you win me... This seems unlikely."

Xiaowen tilted his body and whispered to Ding Wu: "Do you believe it or not? Generally, those who talk so much nonsense are the ones who are more able to brag and die miserably in the end. How can experts be quarrel? When they have the time to spit out the stars, they have already beaten people down."

Ding Wu nodded and said, "The right answer is nothing wrong."

Wang Jingzhe sighed and said, "When you take action, do you still have to extend your hand and say Wing Chun, Ip Man or something? Since you don't like me, then you should hurry up and start, just say something useless nonsense."

"Okay, okay, you junior really don't know the depth." Song Qingshu's fist clamped "Gaba" and said, "Please, Wumen, Song Qingshu"

Wang Jingzhe was speechless.

Wang Jingzhe looked at Song Qingshu quietly.

Song Qingshu bit his fingertips and looked at him with gloomy eyes.

Wang Jingzhe said "oh" in his heart, thinking that it turned out that they were all the same trick, so he bit his finger.

Song Qingshu stretched out his left hand, and blood dripped from the tip of his index finger with his right hand. He quickly wrote in his palm that the word "death" with bloodstains soon came into his eyes.

Song Qingshu muttered something in his mouth.

Wang Jingzhe turned around and said to Xiaowen: "Did you see it? What kind of witchcraft is similar to my Taoist sect? Bite your fingers and recite spells..."

Xiaowen said: "Is it okay to look at it first? Although he is a slave?"

Song Qingshu was furious, and he smiled gloomyly: "It is normal for young people to not know that it is normal. That is the little you know. This is the undead art in my witch sect. If you really have the courage, come and pick me up?"

Wang Jingzhe tilted his head and thought for a while. He looked at the word "death" that jumped out of his palm. His eyes were very strange, because when Song Qingshu wrote this word, he saw it, and it was written in the opposite way.

The vanishing text is also called ghost books, also called anti-text.

Although he didn't know what the other party said about the necromancer and the sacrificial text, Wang Jingzhe felt the same thing.

"Okay..." Wang Jingzhe nodded indifferently.

The undead art mentioned by Song Qingshu is considered a relatively outstanding witchcraft in the witch sect. The general explanation is to use one's own essence to draw out the other's death energy, that is, to draw out the human soul.

Song Qingshu sent him with a palm, and the black air in his palm was entangled. Wang Jingzhe did not dodge or avoid it, and then he suddenly said something.

"You ask me to pick you up, I dare to pick you up, I have it here too. Do you dare to agree if I ask you to pick it up? I can bite my fingers, etc."

Song Qingshu was stunned.

Wang Jingzhe was doing almost the same movement as him, biting his fingers and stretching out his palms, and a strange font also emerged from his palms.

Song Qingshu was confused and puzzled, but his scalp suddenly exploded.

"Pa" Wang Jingzhe's hand and Song Qingshu's handprints were together. With a crisp sound, the two suddenly separated.

Wang Jingzhe had no expression on his face, and Song Qingshu was shocked.

"How is this possible..."

Wang Jingzhe lowered his head and said softly: "Your young master, if you only have such a little skill, then I advise you to tell him, "The world of Wumen is walking, stay in the door honestly, there are too many pitfalls outside, be careful that he can't understand it by himself."

Song Qingshu was lying on the ground, bleeding from his seven orifices, but he was not killed. Wang Jingzhe made a spoiler and forced his undead art back with a blow.

"Whoever hits the person, let him surrender!"

After Wang Jingzhe said that, he turned his head and left. Xiaowen and Xiaowu looked at Song Qingshu in the room and followed him and whispered: "This is the end? Why didn't you beat me up?"
Chapter completed!