The Lord who use immortals as food

Xi Wuqiu met the scholar for the second time in a small town restaurant. The polite and shy young man back then was now disheveled and his long gown was slovenly dark brown. He was sitting at the door of the restaurant, begging for money from the waiter. Leftovers from alms.

Both of his legs were broken and he could only crawl on his elbows. The hand that held the pen, which held half of his life ambition, was twisted into a twist.

After he recognized Xi Wu Qiu, his dull face gained expression, tears poured down his face, and his mouth opened wide, gradually turning into a silent howl.

Xi Wuqiu asked about the whole story. Before finishing the glass of wine, he put down his cup, picked up his sword, and went out.

In less than half an hour, four heads had been returned, and they were the soldiers who had kidnapped and broken the scholar's hands and feet.

The scholar cried bitterly and thanked him. He had never dared to expect that this chivalrous man, whom he had met only once, could kill a powerful military attaché like Gao Xiaowei, who commanded two hundred sergeants. In fact, even if he only killed these four people, he would be in danger of death.

However, Xi Wuchou said: "Take the money and treat the injury. The man named Gao has gone to Yincheng. I will kill him."

It turns out that this college captain dared to be so arrogant, and many civil servants and military officials were vying to fawn over him. The reason was not for his modest official position, but for his terrifying family background.

The college captain's name was Gao Muzhen, and he was the illegitimate son of Gao Zhigong, the king of Zhenbei. Gao Zhigong was old and young, and his sons all died in battle one after another, leaving only this little one. Calling him over now is just to include him in the family tree, train him well, and prepare him to be the heir apparent.

The scholar didn't understand these backgrounds, so he didn't explain anything when he was purging his sword against Wu. He picked up his sword, mounted his horse, and headed for Yincheng, which was nearly a thousand miles away.

But who said that Xi Wu Chou dared to chase the king of Zhenbei who commanded 100,000 frontier troops to the door of his house and kill his son?

He is not a royal nobleman, a prince of a famous family, a true successor of a great sect, or an important position in Fengchi.

Just a commoner holding a sword.

This is what makes you more brave.

But when it comes to talking about this person's experience, it is incomparable to any true descendant.

It's exactly the same: a benefactor from the East China Sea, the head of the Tianmen Sword; a common honor in the Western Desert, and a list of names on the Crane List. The old ghost passes on the sword, the immortal gives the pupils; when the god calls out, the beast responds first!

Although these titles may not be worth much in front of the King of Zhenbei, there is no reason to let Xi Wuqiu live if he wants to kill anyone.

Pei Ye couldn't help but interrupt again: "Okay, I know he is awesome, let's continue with the next thing."

Zhang Siche pursed his lips and continued to talk.

When Xiwu Chou arrived in Yincheng, the news of the new crown prince of Zhenbei King was also spreading in the city. Xiwu Chou asked about it and then went straight to the palace.

Maybe the sky has eyes. The King of Zhenbei happened to be on a tour today and has not returned. A banquet is being held in the palace, and acquaintances are invited to meet the child.

Xi Wuqiu sat in the darkness, looking at the exchange of glasses of wine. A young man with thin eyebrows and white face obediently leaned on the knees of an old lady in rich clothes, locking in the goal of this trip.

After waiting quietly for a long time, seeing this man leaving the table, Xi Wuqiu followed him secretly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Master Gao."

Gao Muzhen turned around and saw that the person in front of him was very handsome. Although his clothes were not as good as those at the banquet, his expression was calm and composed, and he did not regard this palace as a formal place.

When he first arrived in Gaomu Town, he was being cautious, so he smiled and said, "I'm sorry for my lack of eyesight, but may I ask which master is in front of you?"

"Kuijushan Wanxiu, do you recognize her?"

Gao Muzhen's expression suddenly changed: "Brother...what do you mean?"

"Did you really do it?"

Gao Muzhen's mind was racing. He didn't know who wanted to use this scandal to trip him up. The things he had done in the first half of his life could not cover up one thing but two. It was useless to deny it at this time, so he raised his head and said: "That woman wanted to assassinate me. Did my brother actually know the whole story?"

But the man in front of her nodded and smiled faintly: "I'm here to complete her unfinished business."

Gao Muzhen's heart suddenly tightened. He was wearing a fancy outfit, carrying a sword, and was dusty...all the wrong details were flooding into his mind at this moment. The man in front of him had already drawn his sword.

The villain was about to beheaded when he heard: "Stop!"

…

Pei Ye frowned and raised his head: "Why stop here?"

Zhang Siche leaned against the wall and said, "It's your turn again. Come back and listen again."

Half of the people in the grotto have been reduced, and there are no more people to rely on in pairs. The remaining people are all bloody, and everyone is silent and capable.

"[Nineteen] wins, the next group is [Twenty-one], [Twenty-four]."

Pei Ye stood up, his body condition already restored to its optimal state by the flow of the blue liquid. This time his opponent was a young man of the same height as him, with a face as pale as paper, a thin torso, and long arms and legs, resembling a figure sliding on the water. This kind of bug is called "oil seller".

He lowered his head in silence and walked out without looking at Pei Ye, who followed closely behind.

Passing this stretch of road again, Pei Ye began to try to piece together these shocking traces and the name "Zhu Gaoyang".

This kind of destructive power can tear down mountains and rivers...

Based on Pei Ye's own intuition, if Jing Ziwang, the grandmaster, feels that he is one level lower than the divine beasts like Qiongqi and Hei Chi, then Zhu Gaoyang has evened this level.

If Zhu Gaoyang could press Chi's head on the mountain and beat it, Pei Ye would not find this scene so abrupt.

No wonder Immortal Platform sent him to deal with the matter of Immortal Hunter coming to the world.

Thinking of this section, he simply called out in his belly: "Hey, you can't beat this Zhu Gaoyang, right?"

Hei Chi was silent for a moment: "It's not completely unbeatable."

‘Oh, to save face’

Pei Ye thought about it and changed the topic: "Is he the helper you mentioned that day?"

"It should be, but I haven't met him. I just feel that someone in another place is helping me share the pressure."

"oh."

"..."

"Xiao Chi."

"Um."

"sorry."

"fine."

"Can you come to my rescue?"

"...Where do you think Qiongqi went after he left?"

"Hmm...it became more powerful after eating Master Jing, right? Are you running away with your tail between your legs?"

"Hmm, it's better than a bunch of you competing to be a mother."

"Oh, it would be great if you really formed a contract with that Ming Qitian that day. Then maybe we can both be saved."

"You sound like the kind of man in the storybook who sells his wife for glory."

"Eh? Have you read the storybook?"

"...I don't know where this memory comes from. Maybe my soul was not born from this body,"

"If you can go out, I will help you find out whether other immortal hunters also have their own memories as soon as they are born."

"Thanks, I remembered I had another name."

"What?"

"talk about it later."

"oh."

"I remember there was something I had to do."

"talk about it later?"

"No, you can tell me now, do you want to hear it?"

"Okay, why don't you want to hear it?"

"I just remember that I want to..."

"how?"

"Kill Taiyi True Dragon Immortal Lord."

"..."

"Scared?"

"I'm just an ordinary person who doesn't even have a dantian."

"Everything will be fine, everything will be okay."