The night is deep, and the moon and stars are scarce.

On the highway, a bulletproof version of the Mercedes-Benz S63 is driving rapidly, heading towards the foot of the Purple Mountain.

Purple Mountain, also known as Zhongshan Mountain, is one of the four famous mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, enjoys the reputation of "Jinling Yuxiu", a radius of 30 kilometers, the three peaks are connected like a giant dragon, the mountain, the water, the city are integrated, there is "Zhongshan Longpan, the stone city tiger stands" said.

There are many places of interest and historic sites around, there are Zixia Cave in the south, Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum in the west, Linggu Temple in the east, Xu Da Tomb in the north and so on.

A few kilometers at the foot of the Purple Mountain, there is a bamboo forest with a thatched hut in the center.

It seems simple and inconspicuous, but in Jinling City, where every inch of land is valuable, such a large piece of land is not used to build high-rise buildings, but only to build a thatched house, such a luxury is absolutely unimaginable to ordinary people.

The Mercedes-Benz S63 stopped outside the bamboo forest.

"Peng!"

The doors open.

"Black-faced Yaksha" Chai Hu came down from the back row, walked quickly to the small hut, and knocked on the door.

"Knock! knock!"

"Master Wei, Chai Hu asks to see!" Chai Hu half-hunched his waist, and his tone was unprecedented with a bit of respect.

If his subordinates saw this scene, they would probably be shocked.

You must know that in the Jinling underground world, Chai Hu is notoriously arrogant and domineering, and has never bowed to others.

Such a groveling appearance is unheard of and unseen by others.

"Come in!"

An old voice came through the wooden door.

With permission, Chai Hu slowly pushed open the door and paced inside.

The area of the thatched house is not large, about fifty or sixty square meters, which is clear at a glance, and there are several portraits of Taoist patriarchs hanging on the walls.

In the center is a large desk, made of Hainan Huanghuali, priceless, and there are more than a dozen yellow talismans on the table, which are engraved with many spells that ordinary people can't understand.

Behind the desk, there is an old Taoist priest, who is over the age of old, with a clear face, a loose crane bone, and a Taiji diagram painted on the gray Taoist robe, giving people a feeling of fairy wind and bones.

The most amazing thing was that above his head, there was an ancient sword levitating.

The sword is about three feet long, the shape is simple and elegant, revealing the vicissitudes of history, the sword body is inlaid with seven copper nails, showing the shape of the Big Dipper, and there is a dragon and tiger pattern near the hilt, the sword grid is gilded, and the end of the sword handle to the tip of the sword is thinned.

Even from a certain distance, Chai Hu could feel the sharpness in it, and his hairs stood on end, as if he was in an ice cellar.

You must know that he is an underground hero, decisive in killing, and determined, and he is uncomfortable at the moment.

If an ordinary person is indoors, facing this ancient sword, I am afraid that his legs will be weak and his farts will be flowing.

"Master Wei, is this the magic artifact you bought at the Lucheng auction, it is really extraordinary!" Chai Hu couldn't help but admire.

"Hahaha......"

Master Wei let out a burst of laughter and said, "This seven-star sword is an antique from the Song Dynasty, but the spiritual power contained in it has not weakened with time!

As soon as the words fell, Master Wei stood up abruptly, grabbed the seven-star sword in mid-air, and the Dao robe was like a cloud opening in all directions, and there was no wind automatically.

"Boom!"

A momentum that was like a substance, with his body as the center of the circle, spread in all directions, and instantly filled the entire thatched house.

Chai Hu only felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had pressed a boulder, and he was about to lose his breath.

"Sting!"

The next moment, Master Wei's eyes bloomed with a sharp light, holding the seven-star sword, stepping on the fight, and shouted:

"The wind is coming!"

As he spoke, the wind suddenly blew in the room.

This gust of wind, without warning, was too abrupt.

Like a Category 12 hurricane, it forcibly rolled up Chai Hu's burly body, floated into the air, and kept spinning.

The cold wind, like a sharp blade, blew his skin with pain, as if it was about to be torn apart.

However, the scope of this hurricane only acted on Chai Hu's body, and the furniture in the room and the portraits on the walls were completely unaffected by the wind and did not move at all.

Such a scene is really weird.

"Scatter!"

Master Wei said lightly, his tone containing an incomparable will.

As soon as the words fell, the wind instantly dissipated without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

"Bang!"

Chai Hu's body slammed to the ground with a loud bang.

Immediately afterward, he clutched his throat and retched.

No one can imagine that the dignified "black-faced Yaksha", just mentioning his name is enough to make people frightened, but there will be such an embarrassing time!

However, at this time, Master Wei did not give up, raised the seven-star sword and pointed it at him, and said again:

"Rain solstice!"

"Whoa!"

On the top of Chai Hu's head, a downpour appeared out of thin air, and the cold rain fell on him mercilessly, and in a few seconds, he was drenched in soup.

As Chai Hu, when he encountered such an encounter, he would have been furious under normal circumstances.

But now, he didn't dare to have any temper, and reached out to wipe a handful of rain from his face, and his face was ecstatic.

This magical method of calling the wind and rain caused an unprecedented visual impact on him, as well as a spiritual shock.

However, Master Wei is his biggest hole card, and over the years, he has relied on Master Wei to become the king and hegemon in Jinling.

As the saying goes, if one person attains the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to heaven!

The stronger Master Wei's strength is, the more honored he is, and maybe he can take this opportunity to expand his power to other cities.

"Congratulations to Master Wei, congratulations to Master Wei! Only a master like you is worthy of such a supreme magic weapon!" Chai Hu smiled on his face and slapped his ass silently.

Master Wei was not complacent because of this, as if he had thought of something, a solemn color flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly:

"There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky! Even if they are poor, they don't dare to look down on the heroes of the world! It's like at this Lucheng auction, a young grandmaster was born out of nowhere, causing nine days of thunder, tearing the sky, and ghosts and gods to make things easier! Even the Wu family in the ancient martial arts realm in the south of the Yangtze River did not dare to take the edge!"

......

"Shhh

Hearing these words, Chai Hu couldn't help but gasp, and his whole body shook heavily, like an electric shock, as if he was being slammed into his heart by a pair of invisible big hands, and he was about to suffocate.

Trigger the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?!

Chai Hu never thought that there were such gods in the world!

However, he knew that the Wu family was the leader of the ancient martial arts realm in Jiangnan Province, and their power was monstrous.

He Chai Hu is the king and hegemon in the Jinling underground world, but compared with the Wu family, it is like a difference between cloud and mud, and it is completely incomparable.

The Wu family could send an elder to destroy all his subordinates.

The next moment, Chai Hu half-hunched his waist and asked unusually humbly: "Master Wei, I don't know where that young grandmaster is, if you have the opportunity, can you introduce you?"

"Humph!"

Master Wei snorted coldly, glanced at Chai Hu with slanted eyes, and said coldly: "You want to be beautiful! Such a stunning and brilliant Tianjiao, once in a hundred years, even the poor Dao is not qualified to stammer, how can you and other ordinary people be able to see it?"

In the face of this reprimand, Chai Hu didn't dare to have any dissatisfaction, so he could only nod his head and say yes again and again.

"That's right!" Master Wei's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked, "You suddenly came to find Poor Dao, why did you come to find it?"

"Master Wei, that's it...... There was a stinky boy who didn't open his eyes and seriously injured my cousin! It is said that the guy practiced kung fu and kicked off the knees of eight of my men in an instant, so I want to ask you to come out of the horse!" Chai Hu explained.

"Cut! This also makes you embarrassed? If Poor Dao makes a move, let alone eight people, even if it is eighty people, it can be easily surrendered!" Master Wei said proudly.

"You are an old god, as long as you move your fingers, I'm afraid you can crush that kid to death!" Chai Hu flattered.

"Alright!" Master Wei waved his hand and continued: "Don't be a sycophant, Poor Dao will help you solve this trouble!"

"Great!" Chai Hu was overjoyed when he heard this: "At six o'clock tomorrow evening, in Huixianju, that kid will appear eighty percent!"

Master Wei nodded, shook a sword flower with the seven-star sword, and the sound of breaking through the sky soared into the sky.

Immediately after, he said confidently: "I know! When the time comes, use that kid's blood to sacrifice this seven-star sword!"