Xuanxia

Chapter 336
"you?"

Ning Wushu was stunned.

Zhao Hao was also stunned: "You kid, you can't even move your fingers, do you have a way to break this witchcraft?"

Li Jingzhe showed a mocking expression: "Why, you have been in Langhuan Mountain for two years, and you think you are more knowledgeable than me? If this witchcraft is not analyzed in detail and cracked by force, it will only wipe out Manar's soul!"

"If this important Beiyi hostage dies, how can you bear the responsibility?"

Fu Qingzhou blinked and just looked at Ning Wushu without saying anything.

Since General Ning and Lady Ning are the ones who are in charge right now, the opinions and attitudes of others are naturally not important.

Ning Wushu naturally couldn't believe him immediately, but frowned slightly: "Young Master Fu, this matter is not a joke. I know you have a plan, but this is a very advanced witchcraft. If you fail, the responsibility will be very heavy, and it may even affect the war between Dayan and Beiyi!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded gently: "Of course I know this."

He turned his gaze towards Manar and said slowly, "Don't worry, I'm just giving it a try and I won't act rashly. It's not the first day you've known me, so why don't you give me this little trust?"

Before Ning Wushu could say anything, Li Jingzhe snorted, "When you were killing people in Sangmen Village, you didn't care whether others trusted you or not."

Fu Qingzhou sneered, "Really? I was not in my right mind at that time, but I didn't kill any of my own people. It was the Northern Barbarians who committed the massacre. Lord Li, please don't put the blame on them at will."

"You also admit that you are not in your right mind?" Li Jingzhe said calmly, "Then how do I know that you are in your right mind right now?"

Zhao Hao couldn't stand it any longer, and said with a fake smile: "Lord Li, what you said is a bit unreasonable. If he is mentally ill, you can still talk to him here. Are you also sick?"

Li Jingzhe glared at him and Zhao Hao felt a slight pain on his face, but he did not back down and still had that dandy smile on his face.

The two secret envoys from Mingjian Pavilion wished they could turn themselves invisible...

What the hell is going on? He is the commander of the Secret Sword Tower of the Mingjian Pavilion, and he is feared by everyone in the capital. He came to Luoyi and was bullied like this...

The two secret envoys looked at each other, with inexplicable complex expressions in their eyes. After seeing these things, they would either become Li Jingzhe's confidants after returning, or be hidden away and become idle centurions forever...

Ning Wushu sighed.

"okay."

She said helplessly: "Don't argue... Young Master Fu, I can allow you to try to break the witchcraft, but we have to be there when you do it."

Fu Qingzhou's eyes were calm and he seemed to be thinking.

"How's it going, old man?"

He asked in his mind, "Can you do it? Without letting them know you're there?"

"If you can raise your hand, I can do it." The Smoker said lazily, "But I just checked your physical condition - tsk tsk, this is incredible, what on earth did you go through? How did you break through the sixth realm? If you want to break through, then break through, but you paralyzed yourself?"

Fu Qingzhou was too lazy to answer these questions at the moment, but lowered his eyes and looked at his hands.

This hand has feeling, but the muscles are dead and atrophied to the extreme.

Under the skin were bulging blood vessels, blue veins, and bone joints. Not even a layer of flesh could be seen. He looked as withered as a dead person.

"Raise your hand? Compared to breaking the witchcraft, this has become the biggest difficulty right now? But... it doesn't mean there is no solution at all."

Fu Qingzhou laughed in his heart.

"Okay, let's give it a try. If you can't lift it now, you can probably lift it in a few days... Since we're here, let's give it a try."

So he looked at Ning Wushu and said, "Okay, you guys watch, I'll go try."

"I wish you success." Ning Wushu smiled.

Then, there was silence...

"that."

Fu Qingzhou smiled bitterly and said, "Is there anyone who can help push my wheelchair? I can't get through it by myself."

……

After being pushed in a wheelchair by the secret envoy of Mingjian Pavilion and sent to Mannar, Fu Qingzhou immediately smelled a strong smell of rotten and sour smell. That was the smell of Mannar... After being captured, although he was not tortured, the jailer here naturally did not take care of his eating, drinking, defecation and urination, as long as he was not dead.

Needless to say, where does this taste come from?

Fu Qingzhou held back the foul stench and began to transfer the true energy in his body to his right hand.

Although the muscles in his hands were still withered, he might be able to lift them if he used all his true energy.

In order to get the answer about my identity sooner, I can give it a try...but if it will hurt myself, then there is no need to do so.

As I said before, there's no harm in giving it a try.

As the true energy like millions of little dragons poured into his right arm, Fu Qingzhou began to feel waves of needle-like tingling in his right arm - that was the pain caused by the forced activation of muscles and bones.

But pain means strong perception.

Being conscious means having control over your limbs.

Amid the stinging pain, his right hand began to tremble and rise up little by little.

"Yes, that's it."

The smoker commanded in his mind: "Just put a little bit of it anywhere on him, and leave the rest to me."

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth, controlled his arms, and reached out to Mannar.

The simplest and most straightforward movements in the past now became extremely difficult. His arms almost fell down many times during the whole process, but he still managed to lift them up little by little.

"Hey, old man."

He struggled to answer in his mind: "This thing is a very difficult witchcraft in the eyes of others. I can handle it in just a few steps. Isn't it too fake?"

"What's fake about it?" The smoker said indifferently, "This thing only looks strong... It's like a lock. Whether it's a wooden lock, a copper lock, a gold lock, or a lock made of meteorite iron, divine iron, or black iron, if you want to force them open, the difficulty is naturally different. But if you have the key, does the material of the lock matter to you?"

Fu Qingzhou suddenly realized.

He smiled and said, "Then you have to give me a brief explanation later, otherwise I can't be completely in the dark when they ask."

The smoker was very generous: "It's just a small matter, just a small matter."

As he spoke, Fu Qingzhou's hand finally reached out softly and brushed against Mannar's chest.

At this moment, a black gas invisible to the naked eye flowed through his fingertips into the totem tattoo that was glowing green, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Among the people watching from a distance, only Li Jingzhe had the highest cultivation and the best eyesight. He immediately looked stern: "What did he just do?!"

What answered him was Mannar's scream!

The tattoos on his body began to fade rapidly after coming into contact with the black air. Where the tattoos faded, only a large charred mark like a burn was left under his skin, and even green smoke and the smell of cooked flesh were emitted.

At the same time, Mannar's originally empty, stupid and dull eyes suddenly became clear!
In just a moment, his screams turned into roars, and the powerful internal energy surged, and the ropes that bound his body broke into pieces in an instant!
He raised his hands, but not towards Fu Qingzhou who was paralyzed in the wheelchair, but towards his own temple, and attacked suddenly!

He...wants to commit suicide.

But Fu Qingzhou just chuckled and didn't react at all.

He knew that Mannar's behavior was meaningless.

"Humph……"

Sure enough, a cold snort came from behind.

Li Jingzhe didn't move, just hummed calmly.

The next moment, countless violent sword auras came whistling, and they swept past Fu Qingzhou's side with incredible precision, blowing his clothes and lifting his hair, and then hit Manar heavily.

Blood spurted out, and in the blink of an eye, deep wounds visible to the bone appeared on Mannar's body. These wounds tore off his tendons in his hands, feet, and dantian... and at the same time sealed many acupoints in his body, making him unable to move, even if he bit his tongue to commit suicide.

In just a moment, the little prince of Beiyi's cultivation was destroyed, his hands and feet were paralyzed, and he fell to the ground with a groan.

(End of this chapter)