"Facing that girl, I couldn't stand a chance against her. When I woke up in the wilderness, it was the Yunding Palace Master who saved me. The two of them must be old acquaintances, and they said some words that I couldn't understand. "Jiuyin said bitterly.
Zhao An's head twitched, "What did she say?"
"That girl was like a lunatic. She cursed the Lord of the Clouds for being incompetent and threatened to destroy everything. But the Lord of the Clouds didn't do anything to her. He cut off one of her fingers and replaced it with me as she asked. I owe her one. But I don’t understand, I don’t know her, so why would she even maim herself to save me?”
Yes, Jiuyin doesn’t understand, and Zhao An can’t figure it out either.
It's a pity that Yunzhu refused to say anything.
That's all, Zhao An sighed, kissed Jiuyin's brow again, and warned: "Pay attention to safety, if there is danger, run away quickly, don't be reluctant to fight."
Jiuyin nodded, held the broken sword tightly and went straight.
A night of silence.
The next morning, Zhao An, Xu Ruqing and Cui Shixiang went out together. When they went out, the old lady of Ninth World Hall was standing at the door with a tall body, looking at them with a smile.
Zhao An resisted the urge to say hello to her and pretended not to see it.
In reincarnation, she plays the role of a corpse collector, and her purpose is to collect the corpse for the original owner.
So who is she loyal to, Yunzhu or the sister of the original owner?
Alas, there are still too many questions.
It would be great if he could be as powerful as Yunzhu. Maybe he wouldn't have to run away when he saw the original owner's sister that night.
Should we find an opportunity to call all the great masters and confront that little monster directly? As long as we kill her, we won't have to reincarnate?
Perhaps, Yunzhu has done this kind of thing before, but still failed, otherwise why would Yunzhu sit in Fuyun Mountain?
With complicated emotions, Zhao An and his party arrived outside Honglu Temple.
There were a lot of people gathered here, as many as a thousand people, and in the center were lying a few Daxia warriors. They had their hands and feet broken and were rolling all over the ground. The next second they heard the tragic sound. There was a cry, and a figure flew out of the door and hit the street heavily.
It was a young man wielding a sword. One arm was twisted into a twist, the bones were exposed, and it was so miserable that it was dripping with blood.
When the people saw this, they were filled with indignation and cursed loudly.
And the iron-tower-like black man was not General Li of the mission, but more like a barbarian. He had a black band on his head and muscles all over his body. The force of the explosion was frightening.
Cui Shixiang said in surprise: "There are such masters in Nanliang Kingdom. With this level of skill, I am afraid they can carry the cauldron."
Xu Ruqing didn't dare to look and hid behind Zhao An because the scene was too tragic.
However, Daxia, as a sovereign state, under such circumstances, if it forcibly intervenes to punish its vassal states, it will arouse the dissatisfaction of the surrounding countries. Therefore, for the sake of the overall situation, we can only defeat this black man.
"Is this what you Daxia people are capable of? It's a shame you still call yourself the Celestial Dynasty."
The black man spoke in a loud voice, with his hands on his hips and looked down upon the audience.
When the people saw this, they greeted him directly with rotten eggs and rotten vegetables, and it was like raining.
The black man blocked it with his fist and cursed: "Why! No one stood up to defeat me! They are really a bunch of weaklings who study stupidly!"
"Nima——"
Cui Shixiang rolled up his sleeves and was ready to make a move.
Zhao An slapped him on the head, "You are so excited that you can't beat him."
Cui Shixiang bared his teeth and said: "This son of a bitch is too arrogant. Is there anyone who can cure him?"
If the opponent is allowed to continue fighting, what face will Daxia have?
Zhao An also felt strange.
Why didn’t any of Yunding’s disciples come? With Yunzhu's style, at least a few disciples should be sent to suppress it...
While he was pondering, someone appeared again. The man was carrying a nine-ringed ghost-headed sword. He had a beard on his face and his momentum was quite astonishing. He was actually a ninth-grade warrior.
"It's Gui Men Dao Man Sheng!"
Someone exclaimed.
"Guimen Dao is a character on the list of heaven and earth, ranked within fifty." Cui Shixiang explained excitedly, waving his fists to cheer.
When the people heard this name, they began to shout, "Kill that barbarian!"
"That's right, let him know how powerful our Daxia is!"
Amid countless cheers, the two faced off in the street.
Man Sheng raised his sword and scolded: "I won't kill an unknown person. The guy opposite, please tell me his name!"
The black man chuckled and said, "You are not qualified to know my name."
"court death!"
Man Sheng swung his sword and pounced, the light of the sword swept away with majesty.
But the black man didn't even hold a weapon. He just slapped his hands when faced with the knife that was thrown towards his face!
There was a snap, and the blade that hit the face was clamped by his big hands. Even if Man Sheng tried his best, he could not cut off even half an inch.
The streets were silent.
Zhao An's jaw dropped to the ground, "Is this meow the legendary one who catches a sword with bare hands?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a click, and the black man flashed his hands, and with the power of his palms together, he snatched the Ghost Head Sword from Man Sheng's hand.
Man Sheng was startled, and was kicked off guard. Like a huge sandbag, it flew into the crowd, knocking one person off his back, causing the whole street to curse and become a commotion.
Man Sheng was defeated. He covered his chest with blood bleeding from the corners of his mouth. Before he could stand up, he was kicked in the face by the black man who came over. Thomas hit the ground heavily with a big roundabout, splashing a large amount of dust. He fainted on the spot, and his neck seemed broken.
This scene is truly terrifying.
Cui Shixiang gritted his teeth, "Old Zhao, is this guy a great master?"
Although Zhao An didn't want to admit it, the combat power currently displayed by the opponent was at the peak of the ninth level even if he was not a master.
It must be the level of Huitong and Wuji to suppress it. No wonder Nanliang Kingdom is so confident and co-sent such a monster. With the body of a dark man, even if Huitong wants to take him down, it will not be easy, and the great master Can you take action?
Isn't it possible for the great master to bully the small by taking action?
"They're all weaklings."
The black man spat at the unconscious Man Sheng, then held his thick arms and looked down on the audience, shouting: "Who else -"
His voice frightened the crowd of melon-eaters who were watching and staggered back, their eyes full of horror.
Xu Ruqing said bitterly: "This person is invincible. I hope no one will come forward again."
Zhao An shook his head and said: "How can that be done? Even a wheel battle will kill him."
Just as he was thinking about it, the black man suddenly glanced over with a pair of tiger eyes, and finally landed directly on Zhao An. He smiled evilly and said: "That boy, come here and fight!"
not good!
Zhao An's head thumped.
I was just watching the show, but someone was plotting against me!
Apparently, someone had communicated with the mission and expected that Mr. Zhao would come to see the show and give him a portrait, otherwise the black man would not be able to recognize him.
Nowadays, the black man is asking for a fight in person. If he doesn't come forward and spread the word, it will be easy for the black factory to destroy the majesty of the black factory. After all, the black factory is a sharp sword in the hands of the imperial power!
