My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

"Hongmeng Holy Law and my Hongmeng Holy Body are of the same lineage, and there is no promise from me."

"The technique will never fall into your hands!"

At this moment, Zhong Qing's eyes were still calm, and his expression was dull with only a hint of mockery.

Liu Yun hesitated for a moment.

Why is Zhong Qing still so indifferent? !

If it hadn't really come to this critical moment of life and death, I would never have taken out the Hongmeng Holy Law for a deal!

But correspondingly, the Hongmeng Holy Law was taken out.

I have the confidence to make a successful deal with anyone.

Whether it was the head of the Six Lives branch family who was at the Venerable Realm, or other powerful men of the Shen family who came to hunt him down.

It can even be said that the head of the Shen family is here in person.

I can also use this Hongmeng Holy Law to deal with things!

There is no reason for Zhong Qing to refuse!

In the whole audience, countless burning gazes moved on the martial arts book, and soon shifted to Liu Yun and Zhong Qing.

Feng Buqun, who was standing aside, had a burning look in his eyes and thought to himself, why not just let the master obey?

This is an imperial-level martial art. If this woman dies, wouldn’t it be a pity if the martial art is lost?

Feng Buqun couldn't help but want to send a message to Zhong Qing.

However, Xiao Hei, who was hiding on the side, bit Feng Buqun's thigh.

He was pulled aside.

"My master, there's nothing he hasn't seen before. How can you, an old man, remind him of something?"

"Go cool off over there!"

Xiao Hei, who used to be a little dissatisfied with his master and this woman, felt indescribable disgust when he saw Liu Yun.

It’s really true that people hate dogs!

At this moment, Liu Yun looked into Zhong Qing's eyes, and an expression of everything being under control just appeared on her face.

It faded away little by little.

What on earth is Zhong Qing thinking about?

Zhong Qing walked forward slowly. From beginning to end, Zhong Qing did not even glance at the martial arts technique floating in the air.

His steps were calm and his body was relaxed.

In such a hot and complicated scene, Zhong Qing's every move was simple and straightforward, and he quickly calmed down the minds of the disciples whose hearts were burning with excitement because of the emperor-level skills.

"Miss Shen, why are you still so stubborn at this point?"

"You seem quite certain that I would be willing to make a deal with you?"

"But I'm telling you, I won't do this deal."

"I don't want your technique at all."

Hear this.

Liu Yun, however, just sneered.

"Zhong Qing, Zhong Qing, I was almost fooled by you!"

"I've tried to make deals with you several times before, but you refused. I thought you were truly indifferent to fame and fortune."

"But now you're still acting like this in front of an emperor-level technique. This is completely against common sense."

"You know, do you know how fake you look?"

"No one in this world would be indifferent to an emperor-level technique! Not even an emperor!"

"You've only had one goal from the beginning to the end, and that's to force me into a desperate situation and squeeze more value out of me!"

"You are such a hypocrite!"

Liu Yun's voice was a little hoarse, as she had been seriously injured by Shen Jinkuo before.

She has become a spent force.

But at this moment, her tone became more and more provocative.

Zhong Qing narrowed his eyes and took another step forward.

The fellow disciples looked at their master's increasingly serious expression.

All chose to retreat in silence.

Zhong Qing raised his hand and pulled out a sack from his own small space.

"What you call a precious thing is nothing but a pile of waste paper in my eyes."

"Emperor-level skills, on the last cold winter day."

"It was the fuel I used to make the fire."

"Do you believe it?"

A hint of contempt appeared in Liu Yun's eyes, but she didn't have time to open her mouth to humiliate her.

Zhong Qing threw the sack he pulled out onto the ground.

After a moment of dejection, a dozen dusty scrolls rolled out of the sack.

At this moment, countless more scorching gazes were cast towards him again.