Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

This sweet sound attracted everyone's attention.

This tender sound made Zhao Long frightened.

A bit of cold light arrived first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

Zhao Long looked at the silver light spots gradually enlarging in his eyes in horror, and his mind went blank. Obviously, this handsome man with a weight of more than 200 pounds did not expect such an incident, let alone that this woman would assassinate him in public like a madman.

Ding!
The buzzing sound of interlocking metals sounded. Han Shizhong held an iron fan and pressed it heavily on the silver gun, an unpredictable smile appeared on his bearded face.

"Young master is as beautiful as flowers and jade. Girl, you can't be angry."

Raising his head, Han Shizhong looked at the woman in white, the iron fan in his hand constantly exerting force.

The white clothes are better than the snow, and the eyes are full of jade ice. The tall woman holds a silver spear, has a heroic appearance, and is filled with chills. A heroic yet charming appearance now contained anger, and a pair of phoenix eyes contained coldness, making people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave in the dog days of summer, and their whole bodies were cold.

The woman looked at Han Shizhong in front of her, the anger and indifference in her black eyes becoming more solid. The hand holding the gun kept shaking, but he didn't give in at all.

"Miss Zhao, we are all descendants of the same lineage, why should we use swords against your own brother?"

Han Shizhong tilted his head and said with a smile.

"This is my gun."

After answering the other party solemnly and solemnly, Miss Zhao pulled back her arms, jerked her spear back, and hit Han Shizhong's face like a cold moon.

Taking a step back, holding the iron fan in front of his chest, his left hand seemed to have found something from his waist. Han Shizhong still had the same smile on his face, looking at the spear rushing towards him, and the hole of the concealed musket in the long sleeve of his left hand was exposed.

boom!
Han Shizhong staggered and fell to the ground, and the musket in his hand was shattered by this blow. He turned his head in disbelief and saw Zhou Li holding a strange bow, which looked like a slingshot used by children for playing. He took out a fat red chicken in his hand and pointed it at him with a sneer.

"you!"

Han Shizhong was shocked, "What the hell is this?"

"An epoch-making technological product."

Zhou Li put away his slingshot and said calmly: "I specialize in attacking people like you who play with muskets."

Ignoring Han Shizhong, Zhou Li turned his head and put away the slingshot. The angry red bird stood angrily on his shoulder. He looked at the tall woman who was standing there blankly, with confusion and astonishment written all over her face, and stretched out his hand and waved it.

"Back from Shijiazhuang? Brother Long?"

The spear fell to the ground, and the woman looked at Zhou Li in disbelief. Doubt gradually spread across her face, but it was soon replaced by ecstasy.

"It's over."

When he saw this scene, Tang Wan later slapped his forehead and said helplessly: "It's bad, I have to fuck my butt naked again."

"Ugh?"

Ying Yuan was stunned for a moment, not understanding.

"Ugh···"

Tang Wan pointed at the woman who suddenly jumped out and rushed towards Zhou Li, and said desperately and numbly: "This heavyweight player of Beiliang Taixue, Zhou Li's No. 1 Tiangu..."

"Lord!!!!!!"

Like a runaway Alaska, the woman suddenly rushed in front of Zhou Li, knelt down on one knee, and performed an extremely standard loyalty etiquette.

"The last general, Zhao Yun, was born through fire and water for generations of the Zhou family."

Looking at the woman in white who seemed to have traveled through time from the Three Kingdoms period, with an ancient style, Ying Yuan's brain was at a loss.

"At the same time, he is also a high-level chuunibyou."

Tang Guan sighed numbly, and said with dead eyes: "This guy has been hit by evil spirits before. When Zhou Li exorcised evil spirits from her, he didn't know which tendon was wrong for her. When she woke up, she insisted that she was Chang Shan. Zhao Zilong's descendant inherited the legacy of her ancestors and came to assist Zhou Li. Since then, she has become Zhou Li's top dog."

Ying Yuan looked in front of her blankly. There was a sharp contrast between the helpless Zhou Li and the fanatical Zhao Yun. In other words, it was the first time she had seen someone who could make Zhou Li show such a "I'll give it to you" expression.

It's really embarrassing to have a bare butt.

"Okay, that's it. Why don't you smoke, perm, and drink for generations?"

Zhou Li, with a Sima face, pushed Zhao Yun away who wanted to hug her, and kept a certain distance, "Hold still, don't rush over, don't kneel down on one knee, don't call me lord!"

"it is good."

Facing Zhou Li's order, Zhao Yun faithfully carried it out. She stood directly on the spot, as motionless as a straight tree.

"Zhao Long, what are you doing?"

Zhou Li looked at the fat Zhao Long beside him, with a bright smile on his face, "Your sister is here, why don't you say hello?"

Didn't you see she almost killed me just now? !
Zhao Long was sweating profusely at this time. Whether it was him or himself, he felt a sense of fear that things would develop beyond his control.

No, why are you so stupid?
Zhao Long, who was sweating profusely, realized a terrible fact, that is, the Hongmen Banquet, which should have gone on naturally, seemed to have become a winner's restaurant where "if you beat, you will be rewarded, but if you cannot beat, there will be punishment."

And Han Shizhong obviously realized this.

"Zhao Yun, now is not the time for small talk."

Zhou Li glanced at Han Shizhong who was not far away and said, "Why did you come back suddenly?"

"Report, these days I have been tracing the Painted Skin Cult, trying to find my father who was captured. However, during the tracing process, I found that Han Shizhong is a member of the Painted Skin Cult. There is a high probability that my brother Zhao Long was raped by the Painted Skin Cult. Replace. I caught the tongue of a painting-skin cultist. He said that Han Shizhong is not important, but Zhao Long is important, so..."

Pointing at Zhao Long on the side, Zhao Yun said neatly: "I'm here to kill him."

Simple, no twists and turns.

That's it, I know you have a problem, so I will come and kill you, that's all.

"Sister, I am your brother!"

Zhao Long said with disbelief on his face: "What is the Painted Skin Cult? I'm not, I'm not! I just worked with Mr. Zhou a few days ago to track down the father who was replaced by the Painted Skin Cult. How could I be the Painted Skin Cult?"

After finishing speaking, Zhao Long looked at Zhou Li and said with pleading eyes: "Master Zhou, please comment, I am really Zhao Long, the Zhao Long who was tied up by you and watched the Painted Skin Cult die with your own eyes. You It was checked at the time and I didn’t have any pretense. "

"Yeah yeah."

Zhou Li nodded and said innocently: "Zhao Yun, you are mistaken. There is indeed no mask on his face."

"I···"

Zhao Yun was speechless for a moment, frowned, and said impatiently: "Zhou Li, you have just come to Anshan. Even if you are still powerful and wise, there is a small chance that you may guess wrong. , this Zhao Long is really fake, I..."

"I also said you were lying!"

Zhao Long said angrily. He kept tearing his face apart to great extents, but his face was still not distorted in the slightest and was completely on his frame.

"Yes, Zhao Yun is the fake one!" At the same time, another person came in at the gate. Zhou Li and others took a closer look...

Xin Zhao!

"Wori, are you really a famous swordsman?"

Zhou Li looked dumbly at the famous sword Siming in Zhao Xin's hand, his brain overloaded.

Ying Yuan and Tang Wan were also shocked, and Sun Defeng was even more dumbfounded. They had all heard Zhou Li say that the head of the Zhao family had long been replaced by the Painted Skin Cult, and that member of the Painted Skin Cult was also stabbed to death by Zhou Li. But what appeared in front of them now was a complete Xin Zhao.

Wait a minute, then this is Zhao Xin. Who is Zhao Yun chasing?

No, is Zhao Yun really Zhao Yun?
what?
Zhou Li stood there blankly, Han Shizhong came back from the dead, Zhao Long couldn't lose his face, and Zhao Yun suddenly appeared and lost his persuasion...

At this moment, the head of the Fan family, who had never been seen before, also appeared at the gate. Zhou Li turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

He has a beard, a square face, and sparkling gold teeth. He is a bit honest and a bit ferocious. The person who came was none other than Fan Debiao, the robber who had robbed Zhou Li on the carriage and was kicked to death by Liu Haizhu.

Damn you, is today the Fifth Ninja World War: The Reincarnation of the Dirty Land Silver Party Competition? Why are they all dead?
Will Katsura Michiko appear?

"Why are you so weird today?"

Sun Defeng shuddered. He suddenly missed his bad friend Wong Tai Sin. It's not that Wong Tai Sin can subjugate demons and exorcise demons. To be honest, Zhao Yun would have been put to death by Wong Tai Sin if she hadn't met Zhou Li back then. But if Wong Tai Sin were here, it would serve as an escape.

Specifically, Wong Tai Sin is a bit fat and cannot outrun Sun Defeng.

To escape, you just need to run faster than your teammates.

Looking at this scene that was comparable to a party in the underworld, Zhou Li only felt that his head was ten or even nine times bigger. He now wishes he could transform into the little-headed father and the big-headed son, and click on the reincarnations of all the filthy people present.

"This brother is Master Zhou Li? I have admired you for a long time."

Fan Debiao bowed his hands and showed no signs of being arrogant on the carriage. He looked at Sun Defeng on the side and laughed: "Isn't this little friend Sun? He hasn't grown so big in many days? When you were a kid..."

"I beat you before when you were a prostitute."

Sun Defeng retorted with clear eyes.

Fan Debiao smiled, not feeling like he was being refuted by his junior at all, but sat down with relief. Several servants behind him quickly brought cigarettes and wine, and Fan Derbiao started smoking and drinking wine without caring about others.

what···

Han Shizhong returned to his high seat and began to greet the heads of the major families. Zhao Yun stood next to Zhou Li, her face full of anger and impatience. Zhao Xin was sitting next to Zhao Long, looking at Zhao Yun with a half-smile, his eyes full of vigilance.

Fan Debiao took a puff of cigarette, drank a sip of wine, and felt uncomfortable spitting out the clouds. He glanced at Sun Defeng and Zhou Li from time to time and smiled meaningfully.

Loud, noisy, but with an eerie balance.

At this moment, the balance was broken.

"The head of the Huang family, Huang Silang, pays homage to the county magistrate!"

Outside the door, the long announcement attracted everyone's attention.

Huang Silang was wearing a formal dress and a white high hat. His clean and tidy appearance could not hide his luxurious aura at all. He just walked into the hall calmly, first bowed to Han Shizhong on the stage, and then walked to Zhou Li in full view of everyone, knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"Meet uncle."

"puff!!!"

Fan Debiao took a sip of wine and spat it in the face of the servant beside him. He looked at Huang Silang in disbelief, who kowtowed to Zhou Li respectfully, with a face full of horror as if he had seen a ghost.

This?
what?
Next to Zhao Long, Zhao Xin sat sluggishly on a chair, while Zhao Long was a little surprised.

Zhao Yun, who was next to Zhou Li, had no reaction to this. She had a high level of trust in Zhou Li, so much so that even if Zhou Li told her that BABA could be resurrected, she would believe it.

"My nephew, you're welcome."

Zhou Li helped Huang Silang up, then he looked at Zhao Xin and said, "Uncle Zhao, what did you just say? Is Zhao Yun fake?"

"She said to track down my whereabouts..."

Xin Zhao slapped the famous sword Siming in his hand on the table and said coldly:
"But she is the only one in the Zhao family who knows that if I am fatally injured, my soul and body will be absorbed by this swordsman, who will nourish my life!
"Zhao Yun, you never touched the famous sword Siming to release me after I disappeared. Instead, it was my son Zhao Long who accidentally released the famous sword Siming. If you are true, how can you make such a mistake? Will all commit it?”

"what?"

Zhao Yun was stunned, confusion and confusion suddenly appeared in her eyes, "Didn't the famous sword Siming break long ago?"

"The famous sword Si Ming is never bad."

Xin Zhao picked up the long knife and said loudly: "What do you think this is?!"

Looking at the long knife with blue light blooming in her hand, Zhao Yun was stunned. She looked at Zhou Li aside, trying to explain something.

boom.

Looking at Zhao Yun's disbelieving eyes, Zhou Li blew the smoke from the gun in his hand and said calmly: "No need to explain."

Zhao Long watched in disbelief as Zhao Xin, whose head was shot with a bullet, red and white pieces scattered all over the floor, and his mind went blank.

The entire first floor of Peacock Tower fell into a deathly silence.

Sun Defeng looked at everything in front of him blankly. Even though he was Zhou Li's classmate, he and Zhou Li were close friends. He did not expect that Zhou Li would suddenly do such a cruel thing. Ying Yuan, on the other hand, was a little dumbfounded. She didn't know why Zhou Li wanted to kill this man who yelled so loudly, but she knew that what Zhou Li did should be right.

Tang Wan began to show off the fruit plate in front of him.

eat! Cool!
"call."

Zhou Li coolly inserted the musket from Huang Silang's waist, spread his hands, and said cheerfully: "Alas, the famous sword Si Ming is hard to use. Alas, it's fake. Hehe."

"You are crazy!"

Zhao Long stood up suddenly, pointed at Zhou Li, and said sadly: "You dare to kill my father!"

thump.

Seeing Zhao Long being kicked to death by the angry Red Jack, Zhao Yun still couldn't relax.

"Damn, I almost forgot about you."

Putting away the white marble slingshot, Zhou Li twisted his neck. He glanced at Han Shizhong, who was sitting on the stage looking uncertain, and then at Fan Debiao, who was sweating and trying to escape, and showed a bright smile.

"You think I'm here for a banquet?"

"It's almost time." (End of chapter)