Three people and six jars of wine, Xie Hongchun drank so hard that his eyes were dull and his head banged against the table.
On the other hand, Suning and Anfeng were changing cups and cups, each one more sober than the other.
After the last jar of spiritual wine was drained, Suning stood up and left.
He said everything that needed to be said.
Even if it was a subtle reminder, he believed that the other party heard clearly.
He just stopped and let bygones be bygones.
If you insist on going your own way, your head will fall to the ground.
"Although wine is good, don't drink too much."
Before leaving, Suning dropped seven words, opened the curtain and left.
When he returned to the medicine shop, he did not close the door and go to the backyard to rest as usual. He set up a small demon gathering array to melt the four realms of cultivation left behind by the Heaven-Shaking Sacrifice Spirit.
Instead, he sat on the stool next to the shelf and waited, waiting for "An Feng" to come to his door.
In the first confrontation, he could see through the opponent's cultivation level, but the ancestor of the Zhao family, who was wearing a human skin mask, could not see through Suning's cultivation level.
As expected, the old guy with the tumor at the corner of his eye will send someone to investigate tonight.
Find out the details of Suning and his true realm.
Next, if you can kill, kill them; if you can't kill them, find a way to get rid of them.
The perfect fortune of Xianglu is just around the corner, who would be willing to fail after several years of planning?
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, a group of mysterious people came outside Suning's pharmacy.
There are thirteen of them, all wearing black clothes and covering their faces, and their movements are superb.
The leader was a semi-immortal master with sixteen levels of martial arts. He was floating in the air with twinkling eyes, and with a wave of his right hand, the remaining twelve people turned into black shadows and climbed onto the roof.
"Da da da."
The tiles vibrated and crackled.
Not long after, a man fell into the backyard by the well.
At the same time, the door that was buckled opened automatically without any wind.
"Huh?"
The semi-immortal master who stepped in panicked and immediately retreated.
Because he saw Suning sitting next to the shelf, with a pair of bloodthirsty and merciless cold eyes in the dark night.
"Array."
The semi-immortal master stabilized his figure and gave an order, and twelve people spread out in the front and back yards fell from the sky with a "swish" sound.
Then, the sword shadows intertwined and the sword energy was released.
Twelve long swords rotated in the deserted street, forming a bright and dazzling sword formation.
"From the Zhao family?"
Suning asked indifferently and stood up slowly.
The master of the semi-immortal realm said coldly: "You don't have to worry about which family we come from. If we want to blame you, it's your fault for not meddling in other people's business."
"Remember, there are noisy things happening everywhere in the world. Some of them can be managed, while others cannot be looked at."
"If you take one more look, you will die."
"kill."
Point one finger forward and the sword moves according to the command.
Twelve people made seals and chanted words.
Golden light was densely covered, and the sword intent penetrated the sky.
The next moment, the strong sword light was like a long dragon entrenched, and after neighing, it rushed towards the medicine shop with the open door.
"court death."
Suning raised his arms and punched, but the punch made no impact.
"Click."
The long dragon collapsed and the sword shadow shattered.
The twelve men in black in the formation spurted blood and their meridians were severed.
"ah."
They fell to the ground with their heads in their hands, and their screams were accompanied by the wind and snow.
"you......"
The semi-immortal master's pupils shrank violently, and an ominous feeling filled his heart.
He turned around and ran away almost without hesitation, no longer interested in fighting.
Just kidding, the twelve disciples he brought were all at the thirteenth level of martial arts.
Twelve people can easily defeat the fifteenth level of force with one blow, and can barely defeat the sixteenth level of force with a few moves.
This "Death-Destroying Sword Formation" has always been his weapon to lead the charge, and he has killed countless masters of the 16th level of martial arts with this weapon.
But today, the shop owner, who looked sallow and sick, broke the sword formation with one move and seriously injured twelve disciples. How could he not be shocked by this?
He asked himself that he couldn't do it, he couldn't do the other party's understatement.
"broken."
The hair on his body stood on end, and under the black scarf, the gray-haired old man's eyes were about to burst, and he was panicking.
"Did I let you go?"
The voice that contained monstrous murderous intent echoed in his ears, and suddenly a big hand came out and slapped him on the back.
"Wow."
The qi and blood in the body are churning, the soul is cracking, and the soul is separated.
The old man fell down in embarrassment and staggered.
In the end, he lay weakly in the snow, curled up and breathing weakly.
"Don't worry, I will take you to the Zhao family to find your Zhao family ancestor."
"Let you watch the Zhao family disappear from Yingjiang City and completely withdraw from the Thirteenth Dongluo Family."