"The old master bought it from the corpse control sect at a huge price!" The great master's subordinates wore two high bun-like things on their heads, with a white ribbon hanging down from both ends of their hair.
The Grand Master touched the coffin and opened the lid. Inside was a middle-aged old man. The old man had his eyes closed, his eyebrows were gray, his mouth was tightened, and he was motionless. However, his skin was soft to the touch and his body temperature was the same as that of a human being.
"The Corpse Control Sect is worthy of being one of the eight sects of the Four Kingdoms. Such amazing methods are simply unparalleled. They can actually preserve the body of a dead person to such an extent. It is really unheard of and unseen!"
The Great Imperial Master couldn't help but admire a few words, and said to his two subordinates: "Gather your troops, and follow the Imperial Master to meet with those bullshit practitioners tomorrow morning."
"Yes!" the Grand Master's men said in unison.
The sound resounded throughout the cave. After hearing this, the Great Imperial Master burst into laughter and walked into the coffin step by step.
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Su Zhao waited all night, and the cold wind howled in the middle of the night. He did not wait for the Great Imperial Master, but saw the man in the red mask. He stood at the gate of the city and waited until dawn before walking into Huangyue City.
It seems that even practitioners in the Condensation Realm do not dare to rush into the terrifying tornado in Huangyue City.
Su Zhao felt that his choice was quite wise, at least he would not act recklessly. He did not know the inside story, he only knew that he must have the courage to rush into Huangyue City at night. A dangerous tornado that would make practitioners in the Condensing Core Realm dare not easily challenge it, if Su Zhao
If Zhao goes up against him, there won't be any advantage to be gained.
Su Zhao smiled, walked back to the city, and stood at the door of the inn in the city. The innkeeper saw that Su Zhao had not returned all night, and thought that Su Zhao had been killed by the wind in the night. When he saw Su Zhao appear lively, the innkeeper was pleasantly surprised.
He said with regret: "Sir, are you coming back?"
Su Zhao's face was calm. It was not like the innkeeper imagined that Su Zhao was facing the wind outside. Su Zhao said lightly: "Find me a private room with a window facing the road."
The old face of the innkeeper immediately showed a smile like a chrysanthemum, and he bent slightly and said: "Don't worry objectively, please come inside, the private room you want will be prepared for you immediately. Mistress, get the fuck out of here right now."
Greeting guests!
The innkeeper yelled at a door behind him that was covered by a curtain. The curtain opened, and a young and thin man came out. With a smile on his face, he looked at the innkeeper: "This is the innkeeper."
Is he a distinguished guest?
"Blinded your mother's dog's eyes, quickly take the noble man to the private room No. 6 upstairs. If any of the guests are dissatisfied, you will sleep on the road for me tonight!"
The shopkeeper curled his lips in dissatisfaction and was very dissatisfied with the waiter named Xiaosan.
The mistress immediately walked up the stairs, turned slightly sideways and shouted to Su Zhao: "My lord, please follow me to the private room."
Su Zhao nodded, hugged the little white fox, and walked up to the room and up to the second floor. He turned around two corridors and came to room No. 6 of the inn. The door of the room was only lightly closed and not locked.
The mistress walked over quickly, pushed open the door, walked into the room, wiped the table and stools, walked to the door and bent down again and said: "Welcome, noble man."
Su Zhao sat down at the table in front of the window. From a high position, he could just see the scene on the road below. However, there were not many pedestrians in Huangyue City. This inn was not a prosperous area and the road was not very lively.
"My lord, I am not a villain who talks too much. You are really deceived by my cheap father-in-law. This is the gate of the city. It is not lively at all. You want to go to the Hongyue Tower. Where is the real prosperity?"
You can look at the girls in Hongyuelou, and the juicy cabbages are really plump!
The waiter took out the teapot and teacup from the cabinet next to him, put them next to Su Zhao, said something, and turned around to go out. After a while, the waiter walked in with a hot water kettle and put the hot water kettle on the table.
Take out an iron box from the cabinet on the side, pour the fragrant tea leaves from it, and put it into the teapot.
The mistress picked up the hot water kettle, made tea for Su Zhao, and continued: "There is nothing good in Huangyue City, only Hongyue Tower is not bad, but a few top names in Hongyue Tower have died one after another in the past ten years.
Somewhat pitiful.
When Su Zhao heard this, his heart moved, and he asked the waiter who poured the tea: "You mean, the top names in Hongyue Tower often die tragically?"
"My lord, please have tea." The mistress pushed the tea cup in front of Su Zhao and said with a little pity: "Who says it's not the case! Especially the current Miss Xiaoxian, she is even more pitiful. I heard that she has not yet **
If you give it to others, you will die in the hands of that bastard, the Grand Master. You are really shameless!
The mistress seemed to know something that Su Zhao wanted to know. Su Zhao became interested and asked: "Do you know the character of the little girl in Hongyue Tower?"
Xiao San shook his head and said: "I don't dare to deceive you. We are just a waiter, not a powerful practitioner. When we enter Hongyue Tower, we can only be familiar with each other on the first floor. Then Xiaoxian on the fifth floor
Girl, I have never seen her before, and I don’t know what her character is. But everyone says that Miss Xiaoxian is beautiful and fragrant. If I can kiss her beauty, it will be worth being blown to death by Huang Yuecheng’s night wind!
After hearing this, Su Zhao somewhat understood what people in Huangyue City thought of Miss Xiaoxian. Su Zhao asked again: "Then did you know that someone was pursuing Miss Xiaoxian a while ago?"
The mistress shook her head and said: "I don't know, but there are too many people pursuing Miss Xiaoxian. As long as you have a lot of money, you will dare to enter the Hongyue Tower to drink tea with Miss Xiaoxian. It is normal for some people to pursue Miss Xiaoxian!"
Su Zhao said: "Thank you very much."
The mistress said: "My lord, please use it slowly. You can call me at any time. Pull the little bell next to it three times and the little man will come up."
The mistress exited the room and closed the door for Su Zhao.
Su Zhao sat on the edge of the window, looking at the road below, and waited for half a day.
The sun was shining at noon, shining through the window. The warm sunlight shone on Su Zhao's body, making him very comfortable. The abundant essence of the sun and moon was absorbed and refined by Su Zhao, becoming the spiritual power in Su Zhao's body.
A group of people dressed in white clothes, with two long white ribbons on their heads, walked into Huangyue City in unison.
Su Zhao rang the bell, and the mistress immediately came up from downstairs. Su Zhao pointed to the crowd in white clothes on the road and asked: "Who are these people?"
Xiao San looked around and then whispered to Su Zhao: "My lord, please keep your voice a little lower. This is not an ordinary person. These are the followers of the great master. You can't use your fingers easily. They are all like immortal masters."
, if you point at them, they will find out. The dog Zhuzhu on West Street pointed at him once, and since then, I have never seen him again!
Su Zhao's heart moved, and murderous intent flashed past. The spiritual consciousness of the man in white on the street was strangely sensitive. Suddenly he felt a murderous intention coming. Someone immediately raised his head and looked at the window. Su Zhao restrained his breath and met the man in white who turned back.
Looking at each other.
The hair and ears of the man in white are all hidden in the huge wrapped strips of white cloth, like a man wearing a cotton hat walking in the wind and snow, wrapping himself tightly.
The man in white turned back to look at Su Zhao, grinning, revealing a row of fangs, and his black eyes disappeared in an instant, turning all of them white.
The mistress had already hid aside and looked at Su Zhao tremblingly. Su Zhao waved his hand and said: "Go down, I want to have fun with these people."
The mistress walked out tremblingly, her legs trembling and she didn't know what she was thinking.
A cold look appeared in Su Zhao's eyes, he looked at the door and said with a smile: "You are very fast. How many people can know my abilities and how many people can understand my methods?"
The door was pushed open, and white figures walked in, three in a row. Their aura was very strong. There were no black eyes in their eyes, and they were all white. They looked at Su Zhao with murderous intent in their eyes.
"Boy, it doesn't matter who you are, anyone who dares to provoke our great master is recruiting death. Your lifespan is up, come with us." A man in white walked up to Su Zhao and stretched out his hand to strangle Su.
Zhao's neck.
Su Zhao smiled, his face turned cold, his eyes flashed coldly, and he kicked the man in white who wanted to grab his neck.
When the man in white saw Su Zhao coming to kick him, he tried to backhand him and crush Su Zhao's leg bones.
Su Zhao's aura burst out, and the pressure of Daoji's sixth realm instantly overwhelmed the three men in white and overpowered the entire inn.
The expression of the man in white who grabbed Su Zhao's leg changed, and his ferocious face turned into fear. The man in white was only a first-level Daoji practitioner. He could bully ordinary people and Qi-training practitioners in Huangyue City.
, but in the Daoji realm, Su Zhao can already penetrate the entire Daoji realm of practitioners.
Su Zhao was faster than the man in white. He kicked the man in white with a force of five thousand kilograms. Blood spurted from the man in white and he flew backwards, knocking a big hole in the wall and the partition above the stairs next to him.
The board fell down the first floor.
"Oh my god!" The innkeeper screamed, and after a while, he ran away completely.
The other two practitioners in white looked at each other, turned around and ran away.
Su Zhao sneered: "If you escape, my cultivation at the sixth level of Daoji will be in vain!"
Su Zhao stood up, took steps forward, and turned into an afterimage, appearing behind the man in white. Su Zhao did not use his spiritual power, but just punched with his gun.
The wind of the fist tore through the air and landed on the man in white. With a roar, the man in white unconsciously jumped forward and fell to the ground with blood spurting from his mouth.
Another man in white had already fled to the door of the inn. A kitchen knife flew out of Su Zhao's hand and slashed across the knee of the man in white. The knife cut into the old door of the inn and inserted half of the blade.
This man in white also had his legs broken and was kneeling on the ground. His face was pale. His white eyes returned to their original appearance and he looked at Su Zhao with fear.