My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

"Master, as you expected, that person really agreed to Miss Meng's invitation."

A guard knocked on the door and came in, bowing his head and respectfully reporting to Wan Zihong.

Hearing this, Wan Zihong's face turned gloomy to the extreme, "It's just a lowly born cultivator, and he actually dares to steal this young master's woman!

Good, very good! I want to see if you have the fate to have the last laugh! "

"Go ahead and wait until you enter the secret realm, and try to kill people!"

Wan Zihong paused for a while, and added, worryingly, "Be careful, don't let Junior Sister notice."

"Yes, Master!"

...

Poor Qi Zong.

"Your grandfather wants to see me?"

Hearing Si Zijun's intention, Lu Zijia couldn't help but look surprised.

But after thinking about it, he understood why the other party wanted to see him before entering the secret realm of Wanfu.

Seeing that Lu Zijia was silent, thinking she was worried, Si Zijun quickly comforted, "Miss Lu, you don't have to worry, my grandfather has no ill intentions towards you, he just wants to see you."

Si Zijun spoke sincerely, but Lu Zijia did not believe his words.

If he really had no ill will towards her, he would not have sent dark guards to monitor her every move.

But even if she knew that the other party was uneasy and kind, as a prisoner, she had no right to refuse at all.

Fortunately, Si Zijun's life is still in her hands, so she is not afraid that the other party will take her life at this time.

At least before those heaven-level alchemists have successfully refined the nine-fold return to plastic pills, her life is safe.

A quarter of an hour later, Lu Zijia was taken by Si Zijun to the cave residence of the great elder of the poor Qizong.

Before Si Zijun and the two of them were brought into the cave, Lu Zijia suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure that was so overwhelming that she could not resist.

Lu Zijia's expression suddenly changed color, her fists were clenched, her feet were down to earth, as if she was carrying tens of thousands of kilograms on her back, which made her a little breathless.

But she didn't bend down, she still tried her best to resist the pressure that was so powerful that she was horrified.

It just so happened that she also wanted to know how big the gap between her early Nascent Soul and the Mahayana period was, so that she could have a bottom line.

Soon, a dazzling bright red overflowed from the corners of Lu Zijia's mouth, and her face was about to endure the limit, and her blue veins were bulging and distorted.

"grandfather!"

Si Zijun, who was leading the way, noticed that something was wrong and turned around suddenly. What he saw was Lu Zijia's twisted face and slightly trembling body, but still clenching his teeth and holding on.

"Miss Lu!"

Seeing Lu Zijia's stubborn and stubborn appearance, Si Zijun only felt a shock, and an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in his heart.

"Grandpa, Miss Lu can't hold it anymore, you..."

"Humph!"

Before Si Zijun could finish his words, there was a majestic snort from the cave.

The next moment, the pressure on Lu Zijia suddenly intensified, finally causing Lu Zijia, who was already shaky, to bend his legs and fall to the ground.

Lu Zijia knew that the other party wanted to give her a slap in the face, and at the moment when her knees were about to fall, she simply sat down on the ground.

It just so happened that she was also a little tired, so it would be better to sit down and rest.

Well, under the circumstance that there is a huge perception of the strength of both sides, she can only comfort herself like this.

Otherwise, what else can we do?

You can't know that you can't beat it, but you still run up to deliver food, right?

By then he will not be brave, but a fool!