Zhang Tianjing is a personal disciple of Zhang Tianshi of Longhu Mountain Tianshi. She looks peaceful, but in fact she has always been arrogant. Zhuge Ximeng has never had much favor to him. She said lightly: "He is very powerful, you can't afford to offend him."

Although the news that Tang Han cured Zhanlang's injury and was accepted as his disciple by Zhanlang has not been widely spread, Zhuge Ximeng, as the direct disciple of the Zhuge family, still knew it.

The chief instructor of the Blade Special Forces, the first elder of Longya, and the only disciple of War Wolf, is not comparable to Zhang Tianjing, not to mention his medical skills that are wise and wise.

Zhang Tianjing obviously didn't know this. A disdainful sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Is it very powerful? If it is really powerful, I wouldn't ask for help from our Dragon Soul."

Zhuge Xi dreamed of telling the identity of Tang Han, but after thinking about it, he felt that talking to a person like Zhang Tianjing was boring, so he kept silent.

In a dark basement, the black wizard Campbell suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The skeleton blood array was transformed by his natal essence and blood. When Tang Han used the money sword to cut the blood skeleton, he had already injured Campbell's origin.

Campbell raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the black robe all over his body shook slightly, obviously he was seriously injured this time.

"Great Master, how about it?" Murong Lin asked worriedly on the side.

Campbell took a breath and said in a dry voice: "Failed, this person is so powerful, my blood skeleton can't do anything to him."

Murong Lin said: "Tang Han was originally a doctor, but for some reason, he was very powerful."

Campbell said sinisterly: "No one can offend us dark wizards and live well."

After saying that, he reached out and grabbed it in the void, and a faint figure appeared in his palm, vaguely revealing the appearance of Yan Butterfly Dance.

"Who is this woman? Do you know her?" Campbell asked.

As a child of a large family in the imperial capital, why didn’t Murong Lin know Yan Diewu? But after thinking about it, she still hid Yan Diewu’s identity and said casually: “She is Tang Han’s woman.”

Campbell said sinisterly: "That's good, his woman's soul is in my hands, so I'm not afraid that he won't take the bait. He actually hurt my blood skeleton. I must make him pay the price."

"Great Master, we must be very sure of taking action next time, otherwise it will be easily exposed."

Murong Lin originally thought that Campbell would be easy to deal with Tang Han, but she failed, which made her very nervous. Not to mention anything else, if the Murong family knew that she had secretly colluded with the black wizard, she might have been kicked out of the Murong family.

Campbell said: "Don't worry, I will invite my master this time. In the face of his powerful magic power, Tang Han can only be a teenage mouse to be slaughtered."

"Master, do you want to invite your master? That's great." Murong Lin said excitedly. In her opinion, Master Campbell's magic power must be much more advanced than Tang Han.

Campbell took out a crystal ball the size of a table tennis ball from his pocket. In an obscure spell, the crystal ball shone with light, sucking Yan Diwu's soul in.

"Miss Murong, you go back first. I want to contact my master."

Murong Lin nodded, turned around and left the dark room, and breathed a sigh of relief after going out. From the bottom of her heart, she didn't like to be with this dark guy.

In a dense primeval forest in South America, no one expected that there would be a tall ancient temple here.

A statue of a dark and ferocious god was worshipped in the middle of the temple. In front of the statue was a thin wizard. The man was dressed in black and had no flesh on his face. His dry skin was pressed against the bones, looking like a skeleton.

If the Wolf Warrior saw this person, he would be shocked. This is what he had just told Tang Han, the great wizard Saudin, who was killed by his sword.

In fact, Sauddin was not dead and sat here well. He placed his hands casually on his knees, but only four fingers left on his left hand had disappeared.

In front of Sauddin, there were two men and women. The man was a tall white man with bare head without a single hair. His image looked very similar to Voldemort in the movie "Harry Potter".

The woman had golden hair and poor fabric on her body. Her exposed white skin exuded endless temptation. She was holding a black cat in her arms and was lying on her towering chest and asleep.

"Teacher, you have finally come out of seclusion." The bald man said respectfully to Saudin.

The blonde woman followed and said, "Teacher, how is your injury recovering?"

Sauddin's lips twitched and made a creepy voice, "Rudolph, Rova, my injury is almost done. Thank you two for providing life sacrifices to the God of Darkness every day, otherwise my injury would not heal so quickly."

Rudolph said: "Teacher, we are your disciples, and it is our responsibility to provide you with sacrifices."

Saudin nodded with satisfaction and said, "How did you get those sacrifices? You won't be discovered by those in the Holy See or the East?"

Luowa said: "Teacher, don't worry, we were very low-key during your retreat and health preservation period and did not provoke those people in the Holy See.

We also bought these offerings from gangs around the world for money. We, the black wizard, did not directly capture people, so we did not attract the attention of the Holy See and Oriental monks."

Saudin said with satisfaction: "Yes, you are very smart, you are worthy of being my Saudin's apprentice."

Rudolph said: "Buying these offerings also cost us a lot of money, so we also let some of our disciples go out to do some tasks and make some money.

Just now, Campbell, my apprentice who was doing a mission in China, came to news that he was in some trouble there and asked us for help."

"Is China?" A faint light flashed in Saudin's eyes like a skeleton. He said, "This morning, I felt that the curse I left on my old friend in China had magically disappeared. I don't know what's going on."

Luowa said in surprise: "Is anyone cracking the teacher's curse? This is absolutely impossible. How could your magical curse be cracked?"

Saudin stretched out his left hand that was missing a finger and said with a deep look: "Don't underestimate China, it's a magical place.

The Chinese man named Wolf Warrior was besieged by me, the great surrender, and the Japanese swordsman Qianmu Xifeng, but in the end he fought for both losses.

If I hadn't sacrificed my left thumb and used a puppet technique to die for me, I'd probably really died under his sword."

Rudolph said in surprise: "How is he going in the end like this? He must be dead, right?"

Saudin shook his head and said, "He was also hit by my curse technique, the head-subduing technique of Bonaki and the poison on the Qianmu Xifeng Sword, but this was only seriously injured and did not die.

Just now, I felt the curse on him disappear, and maybe we still have a chance to meet again in the future."

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