Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

Invincible Begins with Sacrifice to the Patriarch Main Text Volume Chapter 197 Selling Monster Treasures? You can't grasp Zhou Dao's entry into Pingjiang City for less than three months, but he got mixed up with Bai Ling and Wu Yu?

For Wang Xiaoyi, he couldn't believe it at all.

One must know that Chen Qinggang only had white feathers and seven feathers for most of his life, but he was a demon slaying guard, who had slashed countless monsters, and devoted his whole life to the demon master.

But what about Zhou Dao? When he left Ping'an Town, he was just a little-known demon master.

This...how can I make sense of this?

"Brother Dao, are you taking the daughter of Master Cheng Si?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.

There are two shortcuts in this world.

First, there is an awesome father who was born with a golden job, just like Wang Xiaoyi.

Second, there is a wonderful wife, and the rice in the bowl is soft and fragrant.

There is always one way, you can reach the sky in one step.

No one thought that Zhou Dao should belong to the latter.

"Don't talk nonsense, this is my reward for my dedication to work over the years." Zhou Dao said confidently.

In fact, when he was in Ping'an Town, he had received many awards for his dedication to his duties.

Even Chen Qinggang and Zhang Beixuan admired him very much.

"Heaven rewards hard work, you have a chance too." Zhou Dao patted Wang Xiaoyi on the shoulder, and walked into the lobby of Yuyaosi.

Wang Xiaoyi looked at the lobby of Yuyaosi, his eyes followed the people coming and going, and finally followed the beautiful maids.

"It's really big."

It has to be said that Pingjiang City is big, and everything is very big.

In comparison, Ping'an Township is too small.

"Have you seen the morning paper of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce today? Some people speculate that "Lord Yan" may appear at the Dragon King Festival."

"Of course, such a grand event as the Dragon King Sacrifice, how can there be such an unrivaled hero like Lord Yan?"

"I can't wait, who the hell is Lord Yan?"

"Some people say that Lord Yan is probably one of the top ten geniuses in Pingjiang City. He hides his identity and strength."

"They? How can they compare to Lord Yan's demeanor?"

A group of demon slaying guards held the morning paper of the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce and discussed in low voices.

"Brother Dao, who is Lord Yan?" Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help but ask.

"Boy, you don't even know Lord Yan? Are you from the countryside?"

At this moment, a demon master came over, Bai Ling and four feathers, only one rank lower than Zhou Dao.

"Zhou Dao, is this your friend?" The man smoked a pipe and squinted his eyes.

"He is Wang Xiaoyi." Zhou Dao nodded and introduced.

"This is the leader of the Juyan class, Wang Wei."

Compared with Ping'an Town, the facilities here are more complete, and the personnel structure is more complicated.

Two hundred and thirty-nine demon masters are divided into thirteen teams.

Now Zhou Dao is the head of [Tianhuo Squad].

As for Wang Wei, he is the head of the [Juyan Class], and he has a good relationship with Zhou Dao on weekdays.

"Since we are Zhou Dao's friend, we will be our own from now on." Wang Wei patted Wang Xiaoyi on the shoulder, and handed over the pipe in his mouth rather boldly.

Wang Xiaoyi laughed dryly, waved his hand, indicating no.

"Oh, now the whole city is talking about that Lord Yan, and even the girls in Wanhualou are not as enthusiastic as before." Wang Wei smacked his lips and couldn't help sighing.

"Who is Lord Yan?" Wang Xiaoyi asked.

"That Lord Yan is now a famous man in Pingjiang City. He is wearing a real fire armor, with a star-light sword aura hanging from his head.

Slaying demons and demons, invincible... It's a pity that no one knows his true identity. "Wang Wei sighed.

Since the battle at Mass Burial Mound that night, Zhou Dao has become completely famous. He hung the Taiyi sword on his head and hid the fire pill in his belly.

Even Commander Li Shantao saved his life because of his presence.

It didn't take long for the major forces in Pingjiang City to gain insight into the existence of this mysterious master.

Everyone is inquiring, but no one knows their identity.

Ever since, the Jiuding Chamber of Commerce gave him a title, the name "Yanjun", which means that the true flame protects the Dharma, as if the king came in person.

Nowadays, if we talk about the most popular figure in Pingjiang City, [Yan Jun] is definitely a name that cannot be avoided.

Longmen, Yuanmen, Hongmen, Lin's family, and Yuyaosi... All parties are eager to know who this master is.

Many young ladies from aristocratic families were also extremely moved, wanting to see the true face of [Jun Yan].

Under many exaggerations, even the girls in Wanhualou were moved and became interested in [Yan Jun], and the service quality plummeted.

"So awesome? As expected of a big city..." Wang Xiaoyi couldn't help sighing.

The more he listened to it, the more he felt something was wrong, and he always felt that this description seemed familiar.

"Okay, let's report now."

Zhou Dao waved his hand, interrupting the conversation between the two.

After being busy for a long time, Wang Xiaoyi finally settled down in Yuyaosi.

In the end, Wang Xuanzhi stepped forward and let him fall under his command.

In the evening, Yujing Tower.

Zhou Dao acted as host for Wang Xiaoyi, and Wang Xuanzhi and Ma Yinglong also came.

In this way, the whole branch of Ping'an Town is gathered in Pingjiang City.

This night, everyone exchanged cups and chatted and laughed.

Wang Xiaoyi hugged Zhou Dao and talked about the current situation in Ping'an Town.

Since Zhou Dao left, Gu Xiangling practiced even harder, and now he has almost touched the threshold of the six changes in the refining realm, and occasionally asked Wang Xiaoyi about Zhou Dao's situation.

Zhao Guangming's persistence finally got a response.

Wang Qingwan told him the first sentence in history, which made Zhao Guangming excited for three days and three nights.

Zhou Dao sighed, and suddenly felt that Zhao Guangming's infatuation might be able to get results.

"What was the first thing Wang Qingwan said to him?" Zhou Dao asked curiously.

"What's your name?" Wang Xiaoyi laughed and patted his thigh.

...

Zhang Beixuan failed to attack the Eight Transformations of the Refining Realm, but he was determined and did not give up. Occasionally, he would run to Nanshan and look at the human-shaped potholes inlaid in the past, sitting for a long time.

Chen Qinggang seems to have completely given up his plan to go to the city, just like Wang Hongbo back then, he has entered a state of retirement.

Ping An Town, or that Ping An Town.

Since Zhou Dao left, the situation has become much more stable and peaceful, and even the number of monsters has decreased a lot.

This night, Zhou Dao, Wang Xiaoyi, Wang Xuanzhi, and Ma Yinglong were so drunk that even though they were awake, they were already drunk.

Zhou Dao gritted his teeth and spent money to open a private room in Yujing Tower.

The four of them got together and lay down on the ground to sleep all night.

...

the next day.

Four people from the lineage of Ping'an Town stepped into the lobby of Yu Yaosi.

"Starting today, I'm going to flex my muscles here."

Full of expectations, Wang Xiaoyi took office with Wang Xuanzhi and Ma Yinglong.

Zhou Dao came to the demon house, and Wu Feng pulled Zhou Dao aside as soon as he entered.

"Madman, what's the matter?"

"Brother Dao, there is something I want to ask you." Wu Feng lowered his voice and said, "I heard that many demon masters will secretly collect the remains of monster beasts to make monster treasures and sell them to the black market in Nanxu Square... Are we..."

Having said this, Wu Feng's words came to an abrupt end.

Nanxu Square was originally a large market in Pingjiang City, but it was abandoned after the catastrophe year, and became a hotbed of black market over time.

Most of the shady transactions in Pingjiang City are there.

In fact, the business of selling monster treasures is extremely popular in Pingjiang City, and many people in Yuyaosi are doing it.

"Madman, are you short of money now?" Zhou Dao asked.

Wu Feng was startled, and shook his head. To be honest, he was not short of money, but no one would think too much of money.

"Listen to my advice, the water here is very deep, you can't grasp it." Zhou Dao shook his head: "Besides, as public servants, we should be loyal and law-abiding, and we really shouldn't be greedy for ill-gotten gains."

Wu Feng was ashamed when he heard this.

"Brother Dao is right, I wrote it down."

"Go ahead and get busy."

Raising his hand, Zhou Dao turned around and walked to the desk, looking at the corpse of the monster in front of him, showing deep thought.

That night, after finishing the value, Zhou Dao left the Yuyaosi and went to Nanxu Square.