Ten Desolate Daluo

Chapter 1200 Zhao Li's Arrival

Drunken House.

Two gloomy monks were carrying a drunk old beggar out.

"Fucking your mother, the old guy actually came to eat and drink for free again!"

"Grandpa told you, if it wasn't for the fact that the little brother paid you on credit last time, he would definitely break your leg this time!"

"You still have the face to come over for a drink?"

"Roll as far as you can!"

The shop clerk came out from behind, cursed at the drunken old beggar, and even walked up and kicked him twice before walking away with a cold snort.

Suddenly, a bitter chill came from a distance, and the shop clerk shuddered violently, and a terrible feeling suddenly emerged from his spine, as if a terrible tentacle suddenly stretched out from the abyss, Wrapped tightly around his body, the temperature of the whole body dropped sharply, and the breath of the whole body dropped to freezing point.

Snapped!
The two monks who followed were also covered in hairs, their calves were constantly cramping, and cold sweat rolled down their backs like rain.

"Wow, who is the uncle, are you joking with the little one?" The shop clerk felt as if he was falling into an ice cellar, and his limbs lost consciousness. His tongue, which was always smooth and smooth, was now knotted, and he stuttered.

"Humble ants, humble blood, dare to move..." An extremely cold voice came from behind them, and the three of them turned around trembling all over, and saw a person walking not far from the street. The young man in a gorgeous brocade robe, with a long sword on his back, has a proud and calm face, and it seems that there are ice slags in his words, and the cold air rushes to his face when he speaks.

The pupils of the three suddenly shrank, and Qi Qi said in shock: "My lord, you little ones, you didn't do anything! You are wronged!"

Clang!

The long sword in the young man's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and the sword light instantly lit up, making the three of them feel the sky suddenly darken, and the day turned into night in an instant.

The three of them trembled all over, forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and tried to flatter themselves: "My lord, your lord has a lot, don't worry about it, we are just ants, not worthy of you..."

snort!
It seemed that it was disgust and hatred for the three of them. The other party directly interrupted the three of them with a cold snort. The three of them opened their mouths to speak, but found that they couldn't say anything when they opened their mouths.

What's going on here?
The three of them touched their throats in panic and kowtowed on the ground in panic.

"Forget it." A calm voice came from the side.

The suffocating cold suddenly suffocated, and it began to slowly dissipate. The waiters and three waiters in the shop were surprised to find that they could talk again!

The three of them panted heavily, looking at the beggar next to them with expressions of excitement and gratitude on their faces, their hearts were also jumping with fear, my God, what is the identity of this beggar?This young master in a splendid dress and brocade robe actually stopped after hearing what this beggar said?
The three murmured in their hearts, and looked at the old beggar in surprise at the same time. The old beggar opened his drunken eyes at this moment, and the beard and hair on his face were so messy that they even covered the entire face, leaving only a pair of eyes.

"Why do you have to make trouble with three ordinary people? Is this the only capable disciple of the dignified Zhao family?" The old man glanced at the other party drunkenly, and said lightly.

When the young man in brocade heard the old beggar's words, his complexion suddenly changed, he quickly put his sword back into its sheath, respectfully half-kneeled and said: "Gu Zhao's disciple, Zhao Li has met the clan elder!"

"You've got the wrong person. I'm not your clan elder. I don't know anything about the ancient Zhao family. You can go." The old man shook his head dejectedly, and said faintly with a hint of intoxication.

"Clan elder! You are the most likely genius of my ancient Zhao family to prove to be a god in recent years. Why is it worth it to waste this place for a woman?!" The young Zhao Li was full of heroism, raised his sword eyebrows, looked at the old man and said softly .

"Roll!" Unexpectedly, the dejected and drunken old man glared suddenly, and the aura on his body suddenly exploded, making Zhao Li kneel on the ground with a thud.

The next moment, the figure of the other party disappeared without a trace.

Zhao Li snorted, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't stop at all, but quickly chased him out, leaving the waiter and the three of them kneeling on the spot stunned.

They didn't expect the old beggar to be so powerful, and they wiped off a cold sweat secretly. There really isn't a simple person in Yanjing City.

……

Fang Qi and Xiao Wudi woke up suddenly, they were both extremely serious about the communication of the Purple Mansion's Extreme Realm, they couldn't help but fell into a trance, instantly forgot what happened around them, and were so immersed in it that they couldn't extricate themselves.

Emperor Xiaowu was amazed at Fang Qi's understanding of Yuanshi's divine pattern. He seemed to be slapped in the face, and suddenly woke up from the wrong path, feeling the real Purple Mansion Extreme Realm Avenue.

And Fang Qi was also amazed at Emperor Xiaowu's pioneering work on the Bloodline Star Palace, relying on the power of his bloodline to completely release the power of his holy body. Arched, the power is even more domineering, which is why the eighth zodiac house can overwhelm the other seven zodiac houses.

The power of blood!
Fang Qi's eyes were shining brightly, just when he had some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask, a bell rang suddenly.

The two of them suddenly woke up as if they were dead. At this moment, there were thunderous cheers all around, and all the monks looked excitedly at Zhou Jin on the field, cheering and shaking.

Fang Qi and Xiao Wudi glanced at each other, and immediately came to their senses, looked at each other with a smile and said, "It seems that Zhou Jin, the Mitianzhang, has won the leader of the Shenxiu Discussion Conference this time."

Little Wudi smiled slightly, did not speak, but calmly looked forward. For him, it didn't matter who the leader of the Shenxiu Discussion Society was.

"I originally thought that the leader was either you or me, but I didn't expect that I was wrong." Qin Wu said slowly, his eyes were extremely sharp, "It seems that people are not as good as heaven, Zhou Jin is not bad, and he is also very strong. .”

He glanced at Fang Qi, and found that Fang Qi just muttered and didn't say much. He was surprised and said, "What? Don't you think it's natural for Zhou Jin to win?"

In his heart, Shi Sanfeng is only a rising star after all, and he is an unknown person. Although he rises suddenly, he does not seem to be a big threat to him. Because it is more profound, and has supernatural powers, in his impression, it is slightly stronger than Yuanba.

After Fang Qi listened to the other party's words, he smiled indifferently and didn't say much, but a little confusion arose in his heart. There must be something terrible hiding in Shi Sanfeng's body, even the blood in his body couldn't bear it. He couldn't stop boiling, as if he felt a sense of crisis. Fang Qi knew very well that Shi Sanfeng was terrifying and dangerous.

Although Zhou Jin and Yuanba are also very strong, Fang Qi's sense of crisis from these two people is not as strong as Shi Sanfeng's sense of crisis, so when he saw that Zhou Jin was the winner, he looked at it with great doubts in his heart. Shi Sanfeng lowered his head under the stage.

What exactly does he want to do?
(End of this chapter)