Fantasy: I can add unlimited points

Chapter 105

Chu He and Zhang Wei just stepped in.

Immediately, two handmaids with beautiful looks came forward to receive them, and without saying a word of nonsense, they directly led the two to one of the relatively large semi-open boxes.

Along.

It can be seen that many boxes are pushing cups and changing lamps, and maids are dancing and dancing swords.

And the people sitting in the box are also some dignitaries, and warriors and Confucian cultivators can be seen everywhere.

On the second floor

, there were some real bigwigs, many fourth-grade martial artists,

and Confucian cultivators communicating in one box after another.

Due to the rules of Elysium:

the box cannot be completely closed, that is: honestly say that this is not a place to hide dirt.

Therefore.

Standing in the center of Elysium, you can clearly see the situation in each box, and it is clear at a glance.

Of course.

This is also the reason why Wu Hao set up the invitation here.

At this moment

, the people in many boxes also looked at Chu He, Zhang Wei and other town demon guards, and exchanged one after another:

"These are not our Dongzhou Town Demon Division, they should be several surrounding mansions,

come to Bliss to do something."

"You still don't know: Wu Hao personally invited them to come, it is estimated that he wants to give that Chu River a horse power."

"Wu Hao, a son of the Wu family in the imperial capital, heard that he didn't cause trouble after coming to Dongzhou, but because of the face of his family, they didn't think much about him.

"No, Chu River... Wearing a red rusty dragon brocade robe, it is that newly rising Yunzhou... Kill God.

An old man shook his head and smiled.

Apparently.

He didn't take the word killing God seriously at all.

Instead.

Pay more attention to the robe on his body.

After all:

wearing a red rusty dragon brocade robe, even in Dongzhou, there are only two town magic bosses, and they have basically never seen it.

"I don't know what happened to Zhou Cang, who would give such an important robe to a third-grade martial artist.

A middle-aged man said with disdain.

His body is very powerful, and he is at the top of the entire Elysium, at least he has stepped into the fifth grade.

"General Zhu, beware of calamity coming out of your mouth. "

I see.

In another private room.

A young man slowly shook the folding fan, and on both sides stood several guards, cultivating no less than four grades.

There was even an old man sitting in the corner, and the cultivation on his body made everyone a little unable to see through.

"General, it's from the imperial capital, and the details are not clear. A general whispered to the middle-aged man.

"What do you say?"

said General Zhu a little weakly.

After all:

just by looking at those guards, you can know that this young man from the imperial capital has an unusual status, and he is either rich or precious.

It is likely to be a top clan, or some disciples of the royal and houfu, but it is not something he can offend.

...

Now.

The young man in Chinese clothes said with a flat face:

"Wearing a red rust dragon brocade robe is the top honor of the Zhen Mosi, and Zhou Cang can't decide it."

"Since Chu He can get such honors, he is basically allowed by the iron hand. "

Are you questioning the Yunzhou Town Guard: Iron Hand?"

Hearing this, General Zhu's face changed wildly.

Although Yunzhou is remote, the town guard is not something he can say casually, in particular, he is still an iron hand.

Legend:

Once one of the top four Tianjiao of the Zhen Mojiao.

Though.

At present, his cultivation is only seven products.

But.

The combat power is extremely terrifying.

Even the eighth-rank martial artist did not dare to raise it in front of him, after all: there were many eight-rank demons in the hands of the iron hand.

Also:

his other three companions, all of whom are now guarding one side, are not at all offended by him, the garrison general.

This....

General Zhu hurriedly said,

"What General Ben just said is drunken and should not be true. "

Shut up.

General Zhu began to drink with his head down.

In the box.

The brocade robed man sat down calmly.

On the table in front of him.

There was a scroll with a lot of news about the Chu River written on it, unusually detailed.

Among them: including Chu He just stepped into the Zhen Demon Division, killed many demons in the prison, and all others.

Even: many small things that Chu He did are also in it, which makes the parties suspicious in detail.

"Hachiko, this is all the information that can be found.

A guard bowed and said, "After all, Zhen Mosi is the direct subordinate commander of His Majesty, and our people can't interfere too much."

"This Chu River is valued by the Iron Hand, and some special information cannot be obtained, but it should be performing some tasks." "

Shut up.

There was also a hint of surprise in the guard's eyes.

He doesn't know.

Why would the eighth prince be obsessed with a third-grade martial artist.

After all:

as the Eighth Prince, the Zhen Mosi can talk to him, at least it must be at the level of the Zhen Shou Envoy.

A third-grade martial artist like Chu He, not to mention that he is valued by the Eighth Prince, even if he does not even have the qualifications to enter the door.

However.

The brocade robe youth did not speak.

It's a big wave of your hand.

The guard immediately stopped speaking, and stood on one side, apparently, a specially trained being.

"Kill God, Chu River.

A smile appeared on the face of the eighth prince, and he muttered

, "I don't know who is standing behind you, since you and I have a relationship,

you should be on my side." "

Shut up.

His gaze looked at the Chu River below, revealing a strange light.

Below.

Chu He seemed to feel something.

Brush.

He looked up at the brocade robe boy and revealed a hint of an evil smile.

Subsequently.

Under the gaze of a group of strong people, he calmly walked to a private room.

At this time.

Inside the box.

Hundreds of households in other states have already taken seats, but, strangely, there are only ten seats in the entire box.

Among them: the top one, five on the left, four on the right, and a futon standing alone.

Right now.

The eight seats below are already occupied.

The seat above is obviously for the host Wu Hao, while below, a seat and a futon are obviously prepared for Zhang Wei and Chu He, to be precise: that futon is for Chu He.

This.

Don't say it's the other hundreds.

Even many people in other boxes could see it.

"Zhang Baihu, that is your seat.

A maid said to Zhang Wei.

Subsequently.

Retreated calmly.

Apparently.

She was following Wu Hao's arrangement.

"Nope.

Zhang Wei shook his head and said to Chu He: "Chu He, this Wu Hao obviously wants to humiliate you through this matter.

"In this way, I'll do that futon in a moment, and you go for that chair, Lao Tzu is old and faceless." "