Drunken Immortal Building.

Two gloomy monks were walking out with a drunken old beggar.

"Fuck your old fellow, you came to eat and drink for nothing again!"

"Grandpa told you, if it weren't for the last time that little brother paid you on credit, he would have broken your leg this time!"

"You still have the face to come and eat wine?"

"Roll as far as you can!"

The shopkeeper walked out from behind, scolded and scolded the drunken beggar old man, and even walked up and kicked twice, only then walked away with a cold snort.

Suddenly, a chilling chill came from a distance, and the shopkeeper shook suddenly, and a terrible feeling suddenly emerged from his spine, as if a terrible tentacle suddenly stretched out of the abyss and wrapped around his body, the temperature of the whole person plummeted, and the breath of the whole body was lowered to the freezing point.

Syllable!

The two monks who followed were also covered in sweat, their calves and stomachs were cramping, and cold sweat was rolling down their backs.

"What, which uncle, is joking with the little one?" The shopkeeper felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, his limbs were unconscious, and his tongue, which had always spoken neatly and fluently, was knotted at the moment, and he stammered.

"Humble ants, lowly blood, dare to ......move" The cold voice came from behind them, and the three of them turned around trembling in unison, and saw a young man in a gorgeous brocade robe walking not far from the street, carrying a long sword, his face was proud and calm, and he seemed to be carrying ice slag when he spoke.

The pupils of the three of them suddenly shrank, and they all said in shock: "This master, the little ones, has done nothing!

Sonorous!

The long sword in the young man's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword light lit up instantly, making the three of them feel that the sky was suddenly dark, and the day turned into night in an instant.

The three of them trembled, forcibly squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, and tried to make themselves appear flattering: "This lord, you have a lot of adults, don't care, we are just some ants, not worthy of your ......"

Hum!

It seemed to be disgust and hatred for the three of them, and the other party directly interrupted the three of them with a cold snort, and the three of them opened their mouths to speak, but they found that they couldn't say anything between their mouths.

What's going on?

The three of them touched their throats in panic and kowtowed to the ground in panic.

"Forget it. A calm voice came from the side.

This suffocating cold suddenly suffocated, and it began to slowly dissipate, and the shopkeepers were surprised to find that they could speak again!

The three of them gasped for breath, looked at the beggar next to them with excitement and gratitude on their faces, and their hearts also jumped with horror.

The three of them muttered in their hearts, and at the same time looked at the old beggar in disbelief, and the old beggar opened his drunken eyes at this moment, and the beard and hair on his face were so dirty that he even covered his entire face, leaving only a pair of eyes.

"Why bother with three ordinary people? Could it be that the disciple of the ancient Zhao clan is only capable of this?" the old man glanced at the other party drunkenly, and said lightly.

After hearing the old beggar's words, the young man in the brocade robe suddenly changed his face, hurriedly returned the sword to the sheath, and respectfully knelt down and saluted: "Disciple of the ancient Zhao clan, Zhao Li has seen the clan elder!"

"You recognize the wrong person, I'm not your clan elder, I don't know the Gu Zhao clan or anything, you can go." The old man shook his head dejectedly, and said lightly with a hint of confusion.

"Clan Elder, you are the genius of my Gu Zhao clan who is most likely to become a god in recent years, why did you waste so much for a woman, is it worth it?!" The young Zhao Li was full of heroism, raised his sword eyebrows, looked at the old man and said softly.

"!" Who knew that the depressed and drunken old man suddenly glared, and the momentum on his body suddenly exploded, causing Zhao Li to kneel on the ground with a bang.

The next moment, the figure of the other party disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Li snorted, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop at all, but quickly chased out, leaving the shopkeeper and the three people to kneel in place in amazement.

They didn't expect this old beggar to be so big, and they secretly wiped a cold sweat, there was really no simple person in Yanjing City.

......

Fang Qi and Emperor Xiao Wu suddenly woke up, the two of them were extremely serious about the communication of the Purple Mansion Extreme Realm, and they suddenly involuntarily fell into a trance, forgetting everything that happened around them in an instant, and they couldn't extricate themselves from it.

Emperor Xiao Wu was amazed by Fang Qi's understanding of the Origin Divine Pattern, he seemed to be being drunk by someone, and suddenly woke up from the wrong path, feeling the true Purple Mansion Extreme Realm Dao.

And Fang Qi was also amazed by Emperor Xiaowu's pioneering nature of the Bloodline Star Palace, and he actually relied on the power of the bloodline to completely release the power of his holy body, this feeling has a kind of power that the ancestors contained in the bloodline, arching the Star Palace, and the power is even more domineering, which is why the eighth star palace can overwhelm the other seven star palaces.

The power of the bloodline!

Fang Qi's eyes lit up, and just as he had a few doubts in his heart and wanted to ask, a bell rang suddenly.

The two of them suddenly woke up like a bad Ke person, and at this moment, the cheers around them were thunderous, and all the monks looked at Zhou Jin on the field with excited expressions.

Fang Qi and Emperor Xiao Wu glanced at each other, immediately reacted, looked at each other and smiled: "It seems that Zhou Jin of the Heavenly Palm has won the leader of this Shenxiu Dao Meeting." ”

Emperor Xiao Wu smiled slightly, did not speak, but calmly looked ahead, for him, it didn't matter who the leader of the Shenxiu Dao Society was.

"I originally thought that the leader was either you or me, but I didn't expect to be wrong. Qin Wu said slowly, his eyes were extremely sharp, "It seems that people are still not as good as heaven, Zhou Jin is not bad, and he is also very strong." ”

He glanced at Fang Qi and found that Fang Qi just groaned and didn't say much, he said in surprise: "What's the matter, don't you think Zhou Jin won for granted?"

In his heart, Shi Sanfeng is just a rising star after all, he is a little-known person, although he suddenly rises, but in his opinion, there is not much of a threat, and although the Mixed Yuan Little Heavenly King is good at hammering with one hand, Zhou Jin's cultivation is even deeper, and his supernatural powers are outstanding, in his impression, he is slightly stronger than Yuan Ba.

After Fang Qi listened to the other party's words, he didn't care and smiled and didn't say anything, but a trace of confusion rose in his heart, there was definitely some terrible existence hiding in this Shi Sanfeng's body, even the blood in his body couldn't help but boil, it seemed that he felt a sense of crisis, Fang Qi knew very well that this Shi Sanfeng was terrible and dangerous.

Although Zhou Jin and Yuan Ba were also very strong, the feeling that these two people gave Fang Qi was not as strong as the sense of crisis that Shi Sanfeng gave him, so when he saw that it was Zhou Jin who had won, he looked at Shi Sanfeng with his head bowed in the audience with great confusion at this moment.

What exactly does he want to do?

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