One hundred and seventy-six chapters cherish each other
Death Wu looked back at the dead Lu Man. Although he didn't know his name, he felt sorry for him in his heart.
"It is your misfortune to be born as a Qi cultivator."
Having said that, he turned back and walked forward. Death Wu came to the imperial city this time not to go to the palace, nor to trouble Emperor Shang, but to find someone, so he did not want to interact with the cultivators in the imperial city.
There was conflict with the person, but he didn't look for trouble, but trouble kept finding him.
After passing through the alleys of the main street, Death Wu came to the corner of the main street, walked straight along the corner, and came to the door of a tavern. When he looked up, the plaque on the tavern read three big characters: "正天"
Pavilion', Death Mist glanced around the tavern, and then walked in.
The waiter in the tavern was busy and didn't see Death Fog come in. He was bumped into his head. He was about to raise his head to say sorry, but when he raised his head, he saw the dark mass on Death Fog's head at close range.
Heiwu was scared to death, his face turned blue, his pupils became enlarged, and he sat down.
He hesitated and said: "Monster, monster!" Then he rolled his eyes and fainted.
Death Wu didn't care about him, walked in, walked to the counter, looked at the shopkeeper and said: "Ancestor Haotian asked me to ask you, are you ready?"
The shopkeeper didn't seem to be afraid of him, and said with a smile: "Death mist, you always stun my man every time you come here, so you can't help but show your black mist outside?"
Death Mist slightly lowered his head and looked at the bronze mirror placed on the counter. The reflection of his head in the bronze mirror was indeed extremely dark and terrifying. He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "How can this be blamed on me?
Stop talking nonsense, I have brought the words of Patriarch Haotian, and you should know very well what to do next."
The shopkeeper's expression darkened and he thought for a moment, then his eyes became very dark when facing Death Mist: "Haitongqing has already given you the news when you come this time. You must have brought that Haidongqing? You were almost killed by the emperor."
The city guards found out that if there is an emergency next time, please inform me in another way. Hai Dongqing is too conspicuous and people will find out that I have an affair with Haotian Pavilion. You know the consequences yourself."
Shiwu didn't want to say anything more to him, so he just said a few perfunctory words.
But the shopkeeper still said reluctantly: "Besides, hasn't your ancestor Haotian of Haotian Pavilion been practicing in seclusion? What? After leaving seclusion, is it really Haotian who has so much right and wrong in the Qi Cultivator Continent?
The arrangement arranged by the ancestor was too ostentatious. I heard that the second disciple of the academy, Guan Qiqi, was killed by your people from Haotian Pavilion. This attracted the attention of many people and even forced the academy master to go out. This series of events
Are you a little too anxious about the operation?"
The shopkeeper recounted everything that had happened this year, which gave Shi Wu a headache.
"I just came here with a message. I don't have time to talk to you. I'm leaving!"
After saying that, Death Wu turned around and was about to walk towards the door of the tavern. Suddenly, a man blocked the entrance of the tavern. His eyes were sharp and his breath was steady. Although his body was not as tall as Death Wu, he had a well-proportioned body and slender legs.
Shiwu thought that the customer didn't want to cause trouble, so he took a step to the right.
But this person took a step to the left. It was obvious that he was coming towards him. Death Fog gradually raised his head and saw that this person did not have any weapons on his body. The aura around his body was that of an ordinary Qi cultivator, with disdain.
Said: "Brother, the door of this tavern is so narrow, are you really going to have trouble getting through with me?"
This man was shorter than Death Mist. He raised his head and looked at him casually: "Death Mist? Is this really a Qi cultivator's nightmare?"
Death Wu raised his head and did not want to look at him. He wanted to push him away with his hands, but he never thought that the man would kick him. Death Wu hid for a while and retreated into the tavern.
When the shopkeeper took a look, he quickly hid under the counter and shouted loudly: "Customers, our store seems to be in danger. Customers who have finished eating should leave quickly to avoid being implicated!"
There weren't many customers in the tavern originally, so they were so frightened by this scene that they ran away from the door, and some jumped out of the window.
Death Mist was a little impatient, twisted his wrist and said helplessly: "Your Imperial City is really troublesome. I just come to the tavern to have a drink, and I still have to be treated like this? Is this how the people in your Imperial City treat guests?
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The man at the door smiled, his voice low and hoarse: "Hosting guests? Guests are called people, what about you? A black mist is your head, how can there be a normal person like you? The people in Haotian Pavilion are indeed all different.
They are all freaks, no wonder Zhou Tian would write such a crusade to attack your Haotian Pavilion."
"Don't talk about crusading against you. If I were Emperor Shang, all the soldiers from across the country would defeat you Haotian Pavilion!"
When Death Wu heard what he said, he opened his legs slightly, then stood firm and said: "What is Haotian Pavilion like? Perhaps only future generations can judge, but for you Qi cultivators, they are not the same people at all. Since they are not
People along the way, please don’t tell each other who is wrong. We at Haotian Pavilion are determined to seize the throne and have no grudge against the people and Qi cultivators, so why are you so aggressive?"
The man roared, followed by two men, one holding a sword and the other holding a scabbard.
It turned out that this person was Jian Shiyi. When Lu Man died, the sea of qi sent a message to the guards. He did not expect to arrive so soon.
"Are you? Sword Eleven?"
Death Wu knew that there were very few names of Qi cultivators, but Jian Shishi had a deep impression on him. Even though Jian Eleven's cultivation level was not high, his swordsmanship was rare in the world, and it was also rare in the continent of Qi cultivators.
Considered a master.
Jian Shiyi glanced at him and said, "Yes, you still recognize me. I thought you people in Haotian Pavilion have good eyesight and weak skills, and don't know anything about their opponents."
Death Mist took half a step back with its right leg, spread out its posture and said, "You should feel honored to remember your name, because from now on, your name will no longer be in the world!"
After saying that, Death Mist rushed over with a single stride, and the black mist floated over with it.
Jian Shiyi did not use all his strength, he just took out the scabbard in the hand of the follower behind him, swept it past, and several long swords appeared from the scabbard.
Just as the death fog was about to touch Jian Shiyi's body, the floating shadows of several long swords instantly flew towards his chest.
The dead fog turned sharply and hid.
"Excellent swordsmanship! It is rare to be able to use such swordsmanship without using a sword. It is several times stronger than the strong man who died just now."
When Jian Shiyi heard what he said, his anger suddenly rose: "Lu Man is the number one guard in the imperial city, how dare you kill him!"
Originally, Jian Shiyi wanted to play with him slowly, but he didn't expect that he actually mentioned Lu Man, and then took the long sword from the entourage's hand with his other hand.
Slowly combine the scabbard and sword.
He holds the sword in both hands on the left side of his waist, and his legs move forward and back, much like an assassin.
Two golden haloes suddenly appeared in front of the palms of Death Mist's hands, flickering on and off.
"Fault barrier? I didn't expect you people from Haotian Pavilion to know the barrier for Qi cultivators?"
Death Fog didn't say anything, and the apertures of both hands swept past vigorously in an instant.
The aperture kept getting bigger, and it kept making buzzing sounds to the surroundings, as if bursts of golden light were constantly expanding outward.
Jian Shiyi didn't pay attention, and his waist was hit hard by one of the apertures. A burst of pain swept through him, causing Jian Shiyi to stagger and kneel on the ground. At the same time, another aperture spread towards his neck.
Come on.
Seeing this, the two followers jumped up and stood in front of Jian Shiyi. Wherever the light circle passed, the bodies and minds of the two followers were directly shattered, and they died suddenly.
Death Mist retracted two circles of light and said calmly: "You can let me use the fault barrier, which already means that you are a master. I hope to have the opportunity to compete again in the future..."
It was clear that Jian Shiyi's death fog could be eliminated in one go, but he suddenly turned around and jumped up, disappearing without a trace.
Since Jian Shiyi was practicing swordplay since he was a child, his two followers have been following him inseparably, but now they died for him in front of his eyes. Jian Shiyi knelt in front of his followers, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to use his breath to cover up his lust.
Meaning of crying.
He slowly stood up holding his waist, pushed away the table and chair next to him and said to himself silently with anger in his eyes: "Death fog! If there is still a chance, I will definitely make you pay with blood...!"
"Haotian Pavilion, you are going too far!"
Jian Shiyi's roar reached Xia Shuning's ears above the clouds.
She then thought about it and was suddenly startled: "Could it be? Could it be that something really happened?"