Cultivation of immortality begins with swallowing Tao fruit

In a private room on the fifth floor of Huashang Building.

Zhao Yu glanced at Song Xiangjun: "You are a good dancer! She is also very beautiful, but after all, she is a mortal beauty and cannot compare to a female monk!"

Although Song Xiangjun's skin is as white as snow, if you look closely, you can see that there are still many rough spots, which are not as delicate and smooth as the female monk's skin. Her pretty face was covered with delicate makeup, but there were also many small pimples on her face under the foundation.

At first glance, Song Xiangjun is prettier than many female cultivators in the Qi Refining Stage, but upon closer inspection, many of her shortcomings will be exposed.

An old bustard with heavy makeup and still charming appearance came to the high platform and said with a smile: "Dear guests, today is the day when Xiangjun opens his door to welcome guests. If anyone wants to be Xiangjun's first night guest, just ask the price! The one with the highest price will get it. !”

"Five hundred taels of silver!"

"Six hundred taels of silver!"

“…..”

The people gathered in Huashang Tower were all the dignitaries of Changyang County, and a mere few hundred taels of silver was not worth mentioning to them.

The bald monk grinned and said, "One thousand taels of gold!"

As soon as these words came out, the sound in the Huashang Tower suddenly became quieter, and curious eyes looked towards the box where the bald monk and his party were.

Many dignitaries present could also afford a thousand taels of gold, but not many people were willing to spend a thousand taels of gold just to buy a woman's first night.

Zhao Yu smiled calmly and said: "Three thousand taels of gold!"

There was a fierce light in the bald monk's eyes, he glared at Zhao Yu and said, "Five thousand taels of gold!"

Zhao Yu chuckled and said: "Six thousand taels of gold!"

"Who is that person? He can actually come up with six thousand taels of gold?"

"Those two groups of people are either lunatics, or they are powerful people from the capital! It's crazy to buy an oiran's first night with six thousand taels of gold!"

“…..”

As soon as he said this, shocked eyes focused on Zhao Yu. Song Xiangjun's eyes also flashed with curiosity, and he stared at Zhao Yu.

"Okay!! Okay!! Okay!! Great! A mere mortal ant actually dares to argue with me! You are looking for death!! Let me twist off your limbs! Make them into human pigs!!"

A hint of ferocity flashed across the bald monk's eyes, and he suddenly shot up from his position, flying towards Zhao Yu, and grabbed Zhao Yu's arms with one claw.

A trace of sarcasm flashed across Zhao Yu's eyes: "Idiot!"

Streams of sword light shot out from Zhao Yu's side instantly, slashing at the limbs of the bald monk. The bald monk suddenly lost his limbs and fell to the ground, letting out bursts of shrill screams.

The short-haired monk's expression suddenly changed: "You are Zhao Yu!!"

call out!

A flying knife of high-grade magic weapon level instantly penetrated the head of the monk dressed as a Confucian scholar, blasting a terrifying hole on the fifth floor of Huashang Building.

The old bustard of Huashang Tower stared at Zhao Yu and the short-haired monk with fear and envy, and said incoherently: "Immortal...immortal...person!!"

"Immortal!!"

"Could that be the legendary immortal!!"

“…..”

The dignitaries in Changyang County looked at Zhao Yu and the short-haired monk in shock. They all know that there are immortals hidden in Changyang County, but those immortals rarely appear in the mortal world, and there are also very few mortals who can see the immortals.

Song Xiangjun stared at Zhao Yu with a burning feeling in his heart: "That's an immortal! Sure enough, his temperament is different from ordinary people!"

The dignitaries in Changyang County glanced at the two men, quickly reacted, and began to flee in all directions. Even the slightest aftermath of a battle between immortals can easily kill many mortals.

Zhao Yu smiled slightly and said: "The three evil men in Linshan dare to attack Jiuchen Shanfang City. You should have thought of this day, right? I am very curious, who gave you the courage to dare to provoke me?"

The short-haired monk said solemnly: "Senior Zhao, I don't know what you are talking about! It is indeed wrong for my third brother to offend you! But Fang and the second brother ask themselves that they have not offended the senior. The senior acted like this without any evidence. Aren't they afraid? Is it despised by the world?”

"Well said! Then, go to hell!"

Zhao Yu smiled slightly and directly used the Flying Knife Technique. A flying knife of mid-grade magic weapon level shot out instantly and shot towards the head of the short-haired monk.

A trace of despair flashed across the eyes of the short-haired monk, and he screamed in horror: "Master Golden Lion, save me!"

At the moment when the short-haired monk screamed, he simultaneously offered up a palm-sized crimson high-grade spiritual shield.

Dang! !

The flying knife hit the crimson spiritual shield with one blow, directly blasting the crimson spiritual shield into cracks. The crimson spiritual shield lost its spirituality and fell to the ground.

A turtle man suddenly raised his head, and suddenly emitted the terrifying aura of the early stage of foundation building, transforming into an old man seven feet tall, with muscles all over his body and gray hair.

"Zhao Yu, suffer death!"

A cold light flashed across the eyes of Master Golden Lion, and he activated a green hook of low-grade spiritual weapon level to fly out.

As soon as the green hook flew out, it bloomed with a faint green light and turned into nineteen extremely thick vines with sharp barbs and heads as sharp as spears, stabbing towards Zhao Yu.

A look of solemnity flashed across Zhao Yu's eyes, and his blood boiled all over. He used the flying knife technique, and a high-grade magical weapon-level flaming flying knife flew out instantly and stabbed a vine.

The flame flying knife stabbed the vine, and the flames shone brightly, igniting the vine, cutting it off, and then continued to destroy the next vine.

Every time one of the nineteen thick vines was destroyed, the green light flashed and then quickly recovered. The remaining vines were beating the flaming knife as if they were alive.

The flaming flying knife only cut through five vines before losing its power and being knocked aside by those vines.

There were still nineteen vines, rushing toward Zhao Yu crazily.

The short-haired monk stabbed Zhao Yu with a flying fork of high-grade magic weapon.

Zhao Yu sighed quietly: "The true foundation-building monks are indeed extraordinary! Martial arts will never be able to defeat the immortal way!"

If Zhao Yu is really just an ordinary fourth-level body practitioner, and encounters an enemy like Master Golden Lion, he can only escape. If he escapes more slowly, he will die.

"Do it!"

Before Zhao Yu could finish his voice, the White Ghost Emperor, who was standing behind him, wearing a mask and looking like a servant, opened his mouth, smiled ferociously, opened his mouth and spat out, and a ghostly aura as black as ink rushed towards the vines.

Once those vines were caught in the ghost energy, they quickly turned black, rotted, withered, and withered.

In a few breaths, those vines disappeared, and a green hook that was polluted into pitch black fell directly from mid-air to the ground.

Zhao Yu casually slashed the flaming flying fork of the short-haired monk with a sword, and blew the flaming flying fork away.