Southern Territory.
Fortune Inn.
In a crime land full of wanted criminals and murderers, inns and brothels are always the places where information flows the fastest.
At the moment, Fugui Inn is overcrowded, and all the major dead disciples and villains from all over the world are chatting animatedly:
"Yao Shou, have you heard that the Taoist Palace Master has also been demoted to a 'commoner' and even offered a reward of three sticks of incense!"
"Where did you hear these crooked rumors? The Tao Palace Master you are talking about is not the one with the tenth throne?"
"Exactly! The one who is in charge now is his sister, named 'Master of Xuanji Palace'. Darling, I have already imagined a 10,000-word backstabbing plot. It's so damn exciting!"
"Pfft, that's nonsense, is the Taoist Palace Master going to stab someone in the back?"
"No, I also heard that Master Shou came to Yujing City and signed a contract with the ghost beast. This is freshly released information!"
"Hahaha, I think it's possible, Master Shou, but brother, don't you think it's too fast... Yujing City is at the foot of Guizhe Holy Mountain, so many demi-saints are watching, Master Shou rushes to die?"
"Little brother, you don't understand this!"
"Oh, brother, do you have any suggestions?"
"You are so angry that you are a beauty! Everyone also knows that Master Shou has a junior sister who is the only orphan of the Lei family... And who the new master of Xuanji Palace is, the new comer may not know, but I have revealed it, so He is the culprit who destroyed the Taixu Lei Family back then...Have you never heard of the Lei Family? You should have heard of the once world-famous 'Tong of the Lei Family'!"
"Oh? Are these two related?"
"The relationship is serious. With Master Shou's character, the Master of Xuanji Palace dares to kill Yujing City as soon as he takes office. He can't ask for an explanation from his junior sister? This account must be settled one by one!"
"Is this also information?"
"Well, this is my personal reasonable speculation..."
"Fuck, get lost!"
There was a sudden fight in the inn.
But those who struck were very measured. The old guy who spread the "reasonable speculation" information also laughed and begged for mercy while being beaten. Apparently he was used to it.
Under the sunset window, a young man in black robe sat in front of a square table, with a cane leaning against the wall.
He was wearing a bamboo hat, covering half of his face. When he raised his head from the noisy hotel lobby, he could see a piece of black cloth covering his eyes.
"Hey, little brother, why don't you pretend to be in tears?"
As soon as he was drunk, the burly man walked over with a flask in his hands. He looked up and down at this young man who was sitting upright and in great shape. He couldn't help but have a sinister smile on his face:
"It's quite tasteful. Sir, I have been walking on Fugui Street for ten years. I know all the bad streets, but I have never seen a few of them in tears."
"Don't mention it yet, your swipe looks like a magic wand, burp~"
A wine burp hit his nostrils.
The tall man with Jiu Mengzi fell down, and when he was about to fall into the arms of the young man in black robe, his hand touched the crutch by the wall.
The movement by the window quickly attracted the attention of most people in the inn, and everyone looked up.
"Thunderbirds are here again!"
"He has set his sights on a new prey and wants to rob civilian men?"
"That guy doesn't look easy to mess with. I have a hunch that the Thunderbird is going to overturn!"
"It doesn't matter if the car overturns. No one within these seven streets is allowed to give the Black Hawk Gang face. Thunderbird is the deputy of the Black Hawk Gang..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jiu Mengzi's thunderbird falling down and fluttering into his arms.
When the young man in black robe touched his elbow, the big man's chest sank back, several ribs were broken, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
"Grass!"
Thunderbird was sober and just about to resist.
The young man's foot hooked into the crook of his knee, causing him to kneel to the ground on the spot.
His head slammed down, and just when he was about to hit the square table, Thunderbird himself stopped him forcefully, and when he wanted to open his mouth again, he could use force.
The young man pushed his knees, raised the square table, and pushed the hot tea with great force, hitting the thunderbird in the face.
"ah--"
The screams began, Thunderbird's face was covered with bloodstains, and his face was covered with broken tea cups, and he was in unspeakable pain.
"Boy, you are looking for death!"
He had just raised his fists when the young man lifted the chopstick holder on the table, flicked his fingers, and two wooden chopsticks passed through his throat.
"Uh uh uh……"
Thunderbird clutched his throat, his eyes protruded, and blood gurgled from his fingers.
"died!?"
This killing was too straightforward!
Although it is not uncommon in the Southern Territory, Thunderbird is a prominent figure in the neighborhood.
The cultivation level close to Zhan Dao has not yet been revealed, so it makes sense to practice Kung Fu horizontally, right?
The chopsticks penetrated the throat, burped the fart on the spot, and disappeared immediately?
"presumptuous!"
Fugui Inn immediately slapped the table and stood up. A dozen heroic figures stood up, all of them staring:
"Do you know Lei..."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
The chopstick holder was emptied, the young man in black robe put down his sleeves, and a dozen burly figures all fell down, clutching their throats.
"Bang!"
But at this time, Thunderbird's helpless figure fell to the ground.
With tears in his eyes, he patted a spiritual crystal on the broken corner of the table.
"Tow away and serve tea."
The whole hall was dead silent!
The waiter was the first to react.
After Gao Gao said "Hey", he took the lead in serving the new tea, and then hurriedly cleared the Thunderbird's body outside the door.
Everyone in the inn was trembling and helping each other, and threw the remaining ten or so corpses into the street.
"Tears?"
"Damn it, the saint slave burst into tears, it's true!"
"Mom, the living ancient sword cultivator has grown up, so the one who hasn't moved is really a magic staff?"
"Tie is a famous sword. Otherwise, why do you think he came to the Southern Region?"
"Then he is definitely the 'Seven Sword Immortal'. He can't just kill the Feng family of the Southern Territory and ask why Mr. Shou is on the list but he is not."
"Fuck! Oh my god! This is so cool, I really want to see it! By the way, does he have any tears..."
"Shh! I heard that the little eyes were gouged out after being punched. Didn't you see that they were covered with black cloth? I can only survive because of the Eight Masters!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Good brother, move the body first, then we go out and talk, go out and talk!"
After a brief period of dead silence in the inn, it quickly became agitated again, with people pointing at the person at the window next to the wall.
As long as you don't mess with him, he usually won't die. The saint slave is very principled, and Tears doesn't look like a murderous person.
"Snapped."
The waiter finished delivering the tea and moved the body.
Hearing the sound, he turned his eyes and saw a black token slapped on the table lined with tears.
There was a pause in the inn, and then the pot exploded again. Three or two big men were so excited that they hugged each other.
"Fuck! Holy slave order!"
"I have learned a lot. After being a Death Apostle for so many years, I finally saw the real Saint Slave Order!"
"I came from the City of Death Pagoda, and I have never seen the Holy Slave Order."
"Hey, are you still blowing? Then I came from Shenyue Fairy City!"
"Then I came from the Holy Temple. No, I am the master of Xuanji Palace!"
The waiter couldn't hear the discussion behind him. He knelt down to serve in panic and fell down in front of the table: "Sir, do you, do you have...what are your orders?"
Lei Shuangxing picked up the tea cup and said without any hesitation: "The stronghold of Huacao Pavilion, right? Come out, please. I want specific information about Xu Xiaoshou in Yujing City."
"Hey, hey, hey!"
The waiter nodded repeatedly, turned around and shouted: "Boss!"
Under everyone's surprised gazes, the guy who had just spread the "reasonable speculation" squeezed out from the crowd and said, "I am the old store manager."
"Fuck!"
In an instant, the whole hall was filled with vulgar voices again.
"Tell me." Lei Shuang took the picture of the spirit crystal again without looking back.
"Senior Lei, I have just said everything that needs to be said. It is all true and correct first-hand information..."
"By the way, the only uncertain point is that Master Shou killed the master of Xuanji Palace with a sword in front of everyone. We are still confirming this."
"Lei Xi'er." Lei Shuangxing whispered.
Suddenly there was a low roar in Fugui Inn:
"Yes, they are all tears, and the two lines of tears are also the remaining orphans of the Lei family!"
"Holy crap, if you say that... Lei Shuangxing and Lei Xi'er, aren't these brothers and sisters, or siblings?"
"It's most likely..."
After the old store manager was stunned for a moment, he quickly clarified: "That is indeed my personal reasonable speculation."
"No!"
Outside the Fugui Inn, a voice suddenly sounded.
Thump thump thump…
In response to the sound, the tables, chopsticks, and spiritual swords in the hall were all buzzing, and even the magic wand leaning against the wall was buzzing.
"Sword Intent!"
Everyone looked back in shock.
But seeing corpses stepping on them outside the inn, a dignified and serious figure of a middle-aged man walked over.
He has bright eyes and white teeth, clean lips and clear eyes. He wears an open-chested white shirt, which adds a bit of bohemianness to his righteous and awe-inspiring look.
"Who is this again?"
"Is he also an ancient sword cultivator? But I have never seen such a person before!"
"Sword Intent, what level of Sword Intent is this? It's a bit... weak? Innate Sword Intent?"
When the middle-aged man in white shirt walked into the inn, some people inside who were so crowded that they finally saw their faces clearly.
Suddenly there was a scream:
"What the hell! Dao Palace Master?!"
ah?
Dao Palace Master, Dao Qiongtian?
This was a shock to everyone.
Sitting on the top of the Guizhe Holy Mountain, the main hall of the Holy Temple, the main hall of the Holy Temple, has not been exposed to the outside world for decades?
Everyone's impression of his appearance...
It only exists in cursed portraits with flying knives stabbing people!
And on the spiritual crystal cards issued by Duojin Trading Company, the simple figures used to identify authenticity and counterfeiting are engraved on the avatars!
"Are you Dao Qiongang?"
"You're a fucking fake. Can the Dao Palace Master come to the Southern Territory? Haha, I'm laughing so hard!"
"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore. Dao Qiongtian, the innate sword spirit, you are probably kidding me, ha ha ha ha... cough, teh!"
"Everyone, please calm down and think about it. It seems that the Dao Palace Master is also wanted. It is normal for him to seek refuge in the Southern Territory..."
"Hahaha, Dao Qiang Cang, Refuge? Brother, what kind of joke are you making? Can these two words be related? Wow, quack, quack!"
"Fuck! That's too much! Your information is really timely. Now I'm pretending to be... convinced! I will obey you even if I don't support the wall, absolutely!"
Dao Qiongcang, who was wearing a white shirt, walked into the inn amidst the laughter.
That weird aura caused the discussion to gradually weaken.
Suddenly, he opened his hands widely, and after enjoying the pleasure of the buzzing of the spirit sword in the inn, he pressed his hands violently.
"quiet."
brush……
The chopsticks stopped shaking.
The spirit sword stopped trembling.
The entire Fugui Inn fell into a dead silence.
Dao Qiongcang looked around proudly, raised the corners of his lips, and said with a faint smile:
"Does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"
The entire Fugui Inn was stunned for a moment, and in an instant everyone was laughing again, slapping their thighs and wiping their tears.
"Grass!"
"Absolute, absolutely amazing!"
"Brother, your acting is so realistic... I heard that the master of the Taoist Palace is called the 'Slutty Old Taoist'. You are so full of sluttiness!"
"Yes! With this skill, he is not only the Seven Sword Immortal, but also the 'Number One Sword Immortal'. He doesn't have to welcome you when he comes to Beitian, but he must definitely welcome you, a coquettish old man like you!"
"Hahaha, man, you are so funny..."
What is interesting is not just the innate sword will and the sky.
After this arrogant guy made the whole audience climax, he hugged another good guy, grabbed the wine and meat, stuffed it into his and the other person's mouths, and laughed at the same time:
"How's it going, brother? The ten Dao Qiong Cang, the unpredictable gods and ghosts Dao Qiong Cang, and the former master of the Holy Temple Hall, Dao Qiong Cang, put their arms around your shoulders and ate meat and drank wine with you. Do you feel good?"
The burly man who was hugging his master suddenly became sublime, his pores were blooming, and he said with an expression as if his constipation was unblocked: "It feels so good! It feels so damn good, I will give you my brother Dao Qiongcang!"
The saucy old Taoist laughed when he heard this, put down the wine bottle and asked: "Which one feels better when the Eight Masters hold you in their arms, or do you feel better when I hold you in my arms?"
"Fuck! You know how to play!" The big man was beaming, "It's great! It's the most fun if you come together! Hahahaha..."
The atmosphere in the store was pushed to another extreme.
Not to mention, meeting such a fun-loving "big shot" is the best daily entertainment for the Dead Apostles in the Southern Region.
The inside of Fugui Inn is cheerful.
There was a crowd outside the inn now. Everyone nearby knew that Dao Qinggang was here and wanted to come over and have fun.
"Hey, don't squeeze me, who are you..."
"Fuck! You're a slut too!"
But amidst the criticism outside the door, a one-armed white-robed swordsman squeezed in, with a long sword at his waist, a light gold clip with powder, and a ring of songs.
He lowered his head and looked a little gloomy. He quickly walked to the corner, his body almost turned translucent and sat down.
Dao Qiongcang looked over proudly at the right time.
After attracting everyone's attention, he opened his sleeves and robe and asked loudly:
"Gou Wuyue, does this palace have the appearance of a swordsman?"
The inn was silent for a moment, and suddenly climaxed again.
"Wa hahaha!"
"Knock it! Gou Wuyue? Damn it, I'm still thinking about who this one-armed man will play. Is he playing the Wuyue Sword Immortal?"
"Fuck, you want to kill me and inherit the seven hundred and twenty-three spiritual crystals in my body? And you, Gou Wuyue! Haha, I feel so happy to be called this name. I am also here today! "
"Absolute, absolutely, but I have to say that they grasped the information very promptly. I also heard that the Moonless Sword Immortal escaped from the Dead Sea..."
"Pfft, pull me, I can't get up."
"Who are you? You are also crowded. Are you also a person?"
Following him outside the inn, another short old man in black squeezed in. Not only did this man look bad, but he also had a fierce demeanor.
But after a long time of identification, the people blocking the door really couldn't recognize who the third character was playing.
"The little old man is not tall, but the broadsword is quite long. It looks to be in good condition. What grade of spiritual weapon is it?"
"Ah! My hand!"
As soon as the man said this, he stretched out his hand. The old man in black turned his hand with the blade and cut it off, causing blood to flow profusely.
This made everyone feel a little cooler.
"who!"
The man covered his severed hand and screamed in shock. He couldn't get enough of him, "Who the hell are you playing?"
"I play the role of Killer God Wei... Bah!"
The old man in black glared at him coldly and changed his words: "I'm just not crazy. I'm acting as your uncle. If I bark one more sentence, I'll kill you. Get out!"
"Not crazy? Who is not crazy?"
The old man in black's vision went dark. You know Gou Wuyue, but you don't know me?
"The God of Death is not crazy!" He turned around and yelled.
"Who the hell is this...ah——"
Before he finished speaking, not only his hand was severed, but his head was also cut off by the broad sword Yama Wang Yan.
Wei Kuang wiped off the blood stains on the body, sighed silently, shook his head and walked into the inn.
Behind him, someone slapped his head.
"I'm knocking! I know who he is. He's not crazy when he plays the Three Emperors, and he's not crazy when he plays the God of Killing!"
"Wow hahaha, then he performed to the essence of his performance and started killing without saying a word!"
This guy chops people like vegetables and doesn't look easy to mess with.
But the dead are too common in the Southern Territory. If these three actors can survive tomorrow, they are considered capable.
The best show right now has to be inside the inn.
The Holy Temple trio...
Holy slave alone...
At this glance, something must be wrong!
Asking for a monthly ticket!
(End of chapter)
