Chapter 205 The dust settles (One update)

The mottled meat worm turned into powder on Zhu Qingfeng's palm.

Thousands of miles away, between an ordinary small courtyard in Jiangnan.

A pair of blood-colored eyes slowly opened, and a hoarse voice like an old woman sounded: "Young master, the corpse soul worm has disappeared."

"It's okay."

The quiet and elegant young man leaned against the green bamboo, and his handsome face had a bit of confidence in controlling everything: "The purpose has been achieved."

The pitch-black veiled across the ground, and the mottled scorpion centipedes fell down in response to the sound.

"Young Master, could it be Zhu Qingfeng who noticed something? After all, he is also a master on the Supreme List."

There was a bit of worry between the hoarse voice.

The young man stared at the sky with a calm face: "Now, there has been a long life in the world between the northern grasslands. The iron cavalry came from the north and the soldiers invaded the border of the Sui Dynasty. Therefore, the Taoist sect ordered the world that there are now thirteen supreme emperors in the world.

Step into the royal court of the golden tent.”

"Now, Zhu Qingfeng is in the northern border, so how can he have time to take care of the Jiangnan area?"

A smug smile flashed from the corner of his mouth: "Unless, his daughter is fatally threatened."

The young man shook the folding fan of the mountains and rivers and said with a faint smile: "But, in the hand of that silly girl, there is the supreme will in her hand. Even the warrior who condenses the true martial arts pills cannot stop it."

"Who can hurt her? Unless!"

His words slightly condensed, and a strange look flashed across his face.

"Unless what?"

There was a bit of urgency in the hoarse words.

The young man sneered and said playfully: "Unless there is a lunatic who is not afraid of death and dares to anger a supreme emperor in the world! This is not enough. He must have the ability to destroy a supreme treasure. Otherwise, no matter how powerful Zhu Qingfeng is, it will be difficult for him to detect it."

Even if he claims to be talented, he cannot destroy the supreme treasure weapon while holding the Xuan-level treasure weapon.

After all, the so-called "supreme treasure" is a thing that purely contains the supreme true meaning.

How many warriors in the supernatural power realm can withstand the power of the supreme?

The light dissipated, and Zhu Qingfeng's figure also dissipated.

Zhou Tianlin slowly knelt down on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Master, I will never let you down."

Chen Xiu stared at the eyes before him, but he felt uneasy in his heart: "All the heroes at the end of the Sui Dynasty have been born. Today, I am about to go to the south of the Yangtze River. The chaotic times are coming."

He slowly raised his head, stared at Zhou Tianfu and said slowly: "Brother Tianlin."

After a pause, Chen Xiu stared at him and said, "No, Du Fuwei. Do you have any plans next?"

Zhou Tianlin had a little confused look in his eyes: "I don't know. Since I was a child, my master has taught me how to practice and accompany my junior sister. Now I am alone, I really don't know where."

Ji Wuqing's eyes moved slightly and she whispered: "Why, I will write a book to the prince and recommend you to the Xuanjingsi."

Zhou Tianlin clasped his fists with his hands and said with a slightly wry smile: "I will remember Brother Wuqing's Enqing. But I am used to being at ease in the Shenwu Pavilion and do not want to join the sect. Now, I want to go all over the famous mountains and rivers,

Find a quiet place and practice "Six Mountains Divine Palm" well."

A bit of playfulness flashed in Chen Wu's eyes.

It seems that he was hit hard.

Chen Xiu held his chin and pondered slightly.

Then, he suddenly spoke: "Then I can point you in a direction."

He slowly spoke: "Liaodong, Changbai Mountains! There are mountains everywhere, maybe it is suitable for you."

Chen Xiu's eyes had a somewhat inexplicable look on his face.

In his memory, Du Fuwei started his business in Changbai Mountain.

He became a bandit, promoted righteous troops, and attacked the Great Sui Dynasty.

"The northeast of Liaodong is indeed quiet." Du Fuwei's eyes showed a little bit of emotion, staring at Chen Xiu, and bowed slightly: "Brother Chen, I am defeated by you today because I am not practicing enough. If I can meet again in the future

I hope I can compete with you."

After saying that, he stepped on his feet like a shadow, his body like a illusion, and he broke straight into the crowd without looking back.

Eventually disappears into vision.

"Chen Wu, can you figure out what? Regarding this corpse soul worm." Chen Xiu turned slightly, his eyes fell on Chen Wu.

In his hand, there is a very exquisite paper crane.

This paper crane is black and gold, and has a bit of inexplicable power.

This is the commandment given to him by Zhu Qingfeng, which originated from the Taoist sect.

It is said that the paper cranes in the Taoist sect have four colors, including white, yellow, blue, and black, representing four identities.

The most common white is ordinary talisman paper, used for ordinary contact between disciples; yellow is "spirit suppression paper", which has the function of suppressing demons and demons, and the paper crane transformed into is used for connection between Taoist sects; blue

It is for the "Thousand Years of Spiritual Paper", which is the official document of the Taoist sect and also represents the news of the Zhenwu Divine Sect, the leader of the Taoist sect.

As for the black and golden paper crane, only the elders or above of Xuanwu Zhenzong can own the "Xuanwu Soul-Suppressing Paper". It is a special contact with the ancestral land of the Taoist sect and the elders with deep roots, and is of great value.

"Yes, that's OK. But the price of my fortune telling is very high." Chen Wu smiled and flipped the folding fan in his hand, pressing against his heart: "Because, if you count it once, you will live two less.

Ten days.”

In his words, there was a scattered calculation in his hand, and a deep look appeared in his eyes: "However, if we cooperate, the price would be negligible. After all, I still have fifty days to live, and I want to

Live."

Chen Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly: "What are you helping you?"

Chen Wu grinned, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes: "The Altar of the Red Cliff is about to open! Let's cooperate!"

Ji Wuqing clasped his fists with his hands and said lightly: "What is this here? It makes you so crazy."

Chen Wuqiu laughed twice, and a low voice sounded: "Zhuge Wolong used to divine the number of days and grasp the hexagram of wind and rain. As long as I get it, I am sure to step into the realm of magical powers!"

"At that time, I will be able to live for another 800 years!"

At this moment, the heavy sound of wheels rolling sounded from far to near.

"Mr. Chen, my third son is invited."

A slightly respectful voice rang in Chen Xiu's ears.

The people in the distance spread out toward both sides like a tide. A huge four-wheeled carriage slowly drove in.

Four white horses like snow pulled the exquisite and luxurious car, and the dark golden horse hooves gently stepped down, pulling everyone's eyes, and gradually stopped in front of Chen Xiu.

The old man dressed in gorgeous clothes bowed slightly, and his respectful face felt a bit curious.

What is his third son?

The first family in Jiangnan, the heir to the Wang family of Nanchen!

He is also the heir of Anlehou and the peerless genius ranked third on the Fengyun List.

This is the first time he has seen the third young master so solemnly?

"Young Master Chen San's invitation." Chen Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Chapter completed!