There is a study room decorated with splendor and splendor, large in area, and filled with various rare porcelains, calligraphy and paintings.
Zhou Changxu, who was slightly fatter, was holding a teacup and leaning on the Taishi chair behind the desk, squinting his eyes and sipping the spiritual tea with a leisurely expression.
He is in a good mood recently.
Because of some reasons.
He hooked up with an ancestor of the Ji family's holy king.
For this reason, he was willing to take out the most important treasure in his life.
It was the legendary treasure that made him soar to the sky.
That treasure allowed him to break through from the Little Saint to the second level of the Holy King in a very short period of time.
The effect is miraculous.
However, after breaking through the second level of the Holy King, the treasure has no effect on him anymore.
Put it in his hands, it can only be regarded as useless.
Because of this treasure, he has been coveted by many powerful people recently.
Therefore, he thought for a while, why not simply hand over the treasure, and maybe he could gain access to the overlord's power.
The Zhou family will be looked after by the Huanggu Ji family in the future, and it will last forever...
He is very smart and decisive, and his calculations are very loud.
In fact, he also thought about giving the treasure to his son Zhou Xingyu.
However, Zhou Xingyu failed to live up to expectations.
Think about this.
Zhou Changxu couldn't help but sigh.
When my son Zhou Xingyu was young, he was obviously very smart and not such a waste.
Back then, after he obtained the treasure, he had been practicing and developing the power of the Zhou family.
Extremely busy.
There was no time to discipline Zhou Xingyu.
Zhou Xingyu, who grew up among women, grew taller at some point and developed a habit of being arrogant and extravagant.
Regarding this, Zhou Changxu felt helpless and felt indebted.
Therefore, even if Zhou Xingyu is a bastard, he will tolerate him and even wipe his buttocks himself.
: "Alas! If Xingyu had tried his best, I wouldn't have handed over this treasure."
Thinking of his son, Zhou Changxu's originally happy mood suddenly turned from sunny to gloomy.
With a snap sound, he stamped the tea cup on the table.
He rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.
At this moment.
Outside the study, there was a rapid knock on the door.
: "Master, Master is not well."
An anxious voice entered the study from outside the confinement.
Zhou Tianxu frowned and waved his sleeves.
Creak~The door opens automatically.
An old man in a white robe, sweating profusely, hurried in.
This is a great sage, and he is so anxious that he is sweating profusely. You can imagine how urgent the matter is.
Zhou Tianxu's thick eyebrows furrowed tightly and he asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with Yang Keqing?"
"That boy Xingyu got into trouble again?"
The old man in white robes, known as Yang Keqing, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He quickly recounted the entanglement between Zhou Xingyu and Xie Xinlian, and how Chu Xiu killed Xie Xinlian after he appeared.
He did not go to the scene, but received a summons from someone below, and hurried over to inform Xie Changxu.
It did not describe whether Chu Xiu was powerful or not.
Hearing this, Zhou Tianxu suddenly slapped the table and stood up, his eyes spitting fire.
: "How brave! You actually want to kill my son, Zhou Tianxu?"
He looked at Yang Keqing and asked in a deep voice: "Liu Changhong failed to solve the opponent?"
Yang Keqing shook his head helplessly.
I muttered to myself, if Liu Changhong could solve the problem, would he still need to inform you?
Zhou Tianxu also reacted, snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, and walked toward the door with his hands behind his back.
: "Let's go! Let's go and see how strong the person who dares to deny my Zhou family's face in Mengxing City is."
Yang Keqing responded and quickly followed.
He was also curious about what the murderer who dared to touch Zhou Xingyu in Mengxing City looked like.
Do you have six heads on your neck, so you are not afraid of death?
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It's the same street.
The scene at this time was somewhat strange.
Chu Xiu stood there, closing his eyes and concentrating.
Kneeling around them were a great saint and six lesser saints.
Their faces were pale, their bodies were trembling, and they were sweating coldly, making the ground wet.
the other side.
Under the protection of several guards.
Zhou Xingyu had a ferocious look on his face and kept saying bad words to Chu Xiu, feeling very happy.
All around, people eating melons were whispering.
There are those who sneer and watch, and there are those who have nothing to do with themselves and just sit back and watch the show.
There were also well-meaning people who secretly sent messages, urging Chu Xiu to flee quickly to avoid losing his life.
Chu Xiu will not run away.
He was waiting for Zhou Changxu to come.
You need to see whether the opponent's head is stronger or his fist is stronger.
among the crowd.
A handsome young man in red clothes, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, stared straight at Chu Xiu in the field with a pair of bright eyes.
He murmured to himself: "Wearing a black robe with bronzing and moiré patterns, he is estimated to be in his early twenties, fair and handsome, with a sharp temperament."
: "Could this be Chu Xiu who has just ascended to the 76th position on the Holy King List and the 3rd place on the New King List..."
The boy in red rubbed his chin and rolled his eyes.
It's like discovering a new continent.
: "Hey, we've seen a good show. I'm afraid the Zhou family will be kicked out of the woodwork this time!"
At this moment.
There was a loud bang.
It's like the sky is falling.
Terror and coercion swept the entire place.
Pedestrians on the street, whether they were mortals or monks, changed their colors one after another.
It's better if you have a high level of cultivation and can give in under pressure.
The monks with low cultivation level stood directly on the spot, unable to move, their bodies were trembling, and they felt as heavy as a giant mountain on their shoulders, making their bones rattle. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
Mortals without cultivation are even more unbearable.
He was kneeling on the ground, bleeding from all his orifices.
Fortunately, the visitor restrained himself, otherwise all the mortals on this street would be dead in an instant.
Chu Xiu opened his eyes and looked to the side.
I saw only one middle-aged man wearing blue clothes, slightly fat, with a mustache, thick eyebrows and big eyes, coming on the white clouds.
His eyes were cold and he looked down upon the world.
He carries a lot of power around him.
With that posture, I didn’t know, I thought someone’s god king was out on patrol.
The visitor is Zhou Changxu, the head of the Zhou family. Three hundred years ago, he got a treasure while watching the star shower and soared into the sky.
————"Master Zhou is here!"
————"Such a powerful force, this is the strong Saint King!"
————"If the head of the Zhou family takes action himself, this young man may be doomed!"
————"Nonsense, facing the Holy King, even the peak of the Great Saint is like an ant."
There were various comments in the crowd, and it was obvious that the monks in Mengxing City were frightened and afraid of Zhou Changxu.
Zhou Xingyu shouted in surprise: "Dad, you are finally here, kill this kid!"