The idle people around were gone, the old scouts among the state soldiers, the old coroners from the Tingwei Mansion, and more than a dozen entourages who were proficient in tracking and searching for various secret techniques brought by Chu Jie to jointly survey the scene.

From time to time, some things that Chu Tian had no time to clean were found last night, such as the big iron spear of the Rage Flame, the crossbow arrow specially made by the Killing Dragon Crossbow, and Gong Bailu was killed by Lu Gu. His whole body was blown into a blood mist, but many pieces of his clothes were spilled all over the ground, and they were found one by one.

The servants of Chu laid three thick carpets on the official road and quickly placed a set of tables, chairs and tea utensils.

Chu Jie and Sima Zhuifeng sat upright and savored tea, quietly watching their subordinates working hard in the dense forest. Their work soon achieved results. A wide tart cloth was laid on the official road, three twisted iron spears, twenty-nine dragon killing crossbow arrows, and more than three hundred pieces of clothes left by Gong Bailu, as well as some of the ornaments on his body, were found one by one and neatly placed on the tart cloth.

Sima Zhuifeng looked at the things on the oil cloth as deep as water.

Being from a family of Great Jin, Sima Zhuifeng recognized the origins of these large iron spears and crossbow arrows at a glance.

Angry flames rush, kill the dragon crossbow!

It’s fine if you have money and power, and have certain connections, you can find a secret master who makes Rage Flame Chong privately.

In such a huge city, at least three or five families under the Chu family have the strength and the courage to secretly cast anger. For example, the Chu family's in-laws, the Ling family, who has been prosperous and prosperous in recent years, is one of them.

But kill the dragon crossbow!

Sima Zhuifeng glanced at Chu Jie.

Chu Jie also looked at him with bright eyes.

The two of them looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time. Their brows frowned at the same time. The killing crossbow here was not taken out by the other party, so who would it be? Ling definitely did not have this strength and no foundation. If it weren't Sima Taishou, nor Chu Jie, who would it be?

A thin and ugly face Chu worshiper, who was lying on the tart cloth, sniffing carefully on the fragments of Gong Bailu's clothes. A piece of flesh and blood about the size of a mung bean was stuck on a piece of shredded piece of flesh and blood, which was about the size of a mung bean. The worshiper carefully twisted up the small piece of flesh left by Gong Bailu, licked it carefully with the tip of his tongue, and tasted it carefully.

"Master, it's terrible!" After a quarter of an hour, the envoy raised his head and came to Chu Jie solemnly.

"Young master, the one who killed Brother Bai Lu is an extremely terrifying master. He was killed with one blow and was crushed to pieces. Brother Bai Lu's flesh and blood did not have the breath left by the rapid flow of Wu Yuan, which proves that he was not even too lucky to protect himself. The other party killed his life with just one blow!"

"Ancient thought, what level of cultivation is this man?" A cloud crossed the pretty and fair face of Chu Jie, who was as fair as jade. He hated such uncontrollable things. Gong Bailu is a master of Chu's priest. What a clever existence he could kill with one blow?

"Heavenly grade, and at least a master of the 'Heavenly King' level." The ancient worshiper's ugly old face twitched, and he spoke his judgment very solemnly.

Sima Zhuifeng's face suddenly froze.

Chu Jie snorted softly, his face also not very good-looking.

The Dajin defined the level of martial arts cultivation as that those who simply tempered their muscles and bones and failed to cultivate the "Wuyuan" were all "mortal grades".

The cultivation of "Wuyuan" is achieved, and the cultivation level from one year to ninety-nine years is for "personal character".

The cultivation level of Wuyuan has exceeded a hundred years and has not reached a thousand years of cultivation. It is the "earth level".

The martial arts master whose cultivation level has exceeded the thousand-year threshold is the "Heavenly Grade". Any Heavenly Grade master can dominate one side and call the wind and rain.

Among the three-level martial arts cultivation of heaven, earth, and man, one to three are the "teacher" level, four to six are the "monarch" level, and seven to nine are the "prince" level. The so-called masters of the Heavenly King level are terrifying figures with a martial arts cultivation of more than three thousand years and less than six thousand years.

A thousand-year-old ancient tree can be surrounded by ten hugs, and thunder cannot be hurt. If a person's small body accommodates thousands of years of cultivation, it is not difficult to imagine how terrible power he can have.

"Tianjun, Tianjun, hehe, Tianjun!" Sima Zhuifeng's fingers quickly flicked the table and said with a gloomy face: "In the past few days, Jizhou has really been a Fengyun Club, and there are many heroes. Young Master Chu, what do you think?"

Chu Jie pondered for a moment before then asked Sima Zhuifeng: "What is the matter when the prefect said?"

Sima Zhuifeng's voice suddenly lowered three tones. He suppressed his voice and said in a deep voice: "At least, whether it is the one behind Chu or the Sima family, everyone has a dispute over interests, but they are all their own people!"

Sima Zhuifeng looked at Chu Jie with bright eyes: "Since I took office, the Chu family has suppressed me for the sake of that person for the past few years, but I have not made any fierce responses. However, some people may be different."

Chu Jie picked up the teacup, took a small sip of fragrant tea, and chuckled, "However, this matter needs to be straightened out. Why do the prefect, the Ling family, and mine die here at the same time? We must understand the causes and consequences."

When the old scouts, old coroners and priests were busy, he also followed these people curiously and poked his head and mind.

The old scouts of the state soldiers, the old coroner of the Tingwei Mansion, and the worshipers of the Chu family were furious by the strange problems and all kinds of "big rebellious" words of the young master.

However, the extraordinary temperament, handsome and inhuman appearance of the young master, and the peerless beauty of Aunt Feng who followed him, the terrifying aura of six followers, and the combined factors made the young master in Ziyi invisibly add a mysterious halo to his body.

No one dared to scold him, and no one dared to offend him with harsh words. He could only tolerate the young master in purple following him and chatting nonstop like a curious baby.

Finally, the young master in purple satisfies his curiosity. He slapped the branches and leaves hanging on his sleeves with satisfaction, and walked to Chu Jie and Sima Zhuifeng in a swagger.

He was very rude, and he looked familiar. The young master in purple pointed to the tea table between Chu Jie and Sima Zhuifeng, and scolded the maids in white behind Chu Jie: "A group of stupid girls who have no eyesight, the distinguished guests are here, why don't you put on the table and chairs quickly?"

"Here, remember, I have a cleanliness obsessed with it. I must not touch the tea utensils that others have used. Quickly change to a new tea cup. I like fine porcelain tea cups with small flowers. It is best if it can outline some purple lace. If not, fine white porcelain is also forcibly enough."

The young master in purple issued orders carelessly, and Sima Zhuifeng and Chu Jie were stunned at the same time, and then laughed at the same time.
Chapter completed!