Cultivation Is Like This

  Chapter 505 The Devil's Fierce Tuyuan

   "He's not good at speaking, is it possible for this suzerain to speak well?"

  Lu Bei snorted, seeing Zhao Wuyou's expression of the emperor's death, he raised his hand and touched the white hair: "I'm just kidding you, after all, it's your Xuanlong's territory, so this suzerain will be somewhat restrained."

   "Cough cough."

   There was a light cough behind him, and Lu Bei decisively retracted his hand and rubbed against his clothes.

Gushan City covers an area of ​​300 kilometers. The south is where 180,000 people live, the north is the military town camp, and there is a cave house where monks gather. There is no shortage of Taoist, demon, magic, and Buddhist monks. There is harmony in it.

   Of course, the player's hand also reached here.

  Because of the difficult living environment, mainly because there are too few low-level tasks, and the promotion skills are serious, except for a few players who are still insisting, most of them deleted their accounts and retrained, but they were reborn elsewhere.

  Xiaofengxian followed Lu Bei, and everything was fresh. With his level, he joined the Gushan City defender, and the resurrection tasks three times a week were not enough.

  Because Xiao Fengxian sees everything fresh and looks like a newcomer, Lu Bei's expression is indifferent, looking around, his face says nothing more than that.

   There is nothing to see in the market. The merchants come and go frequently. The goods are counted by trucks, and the two sides pay the money and deliver the goods. Then the goods are sent to the Qiankun bag. There is also a group of monks who are running orders.

  The factory is not in Gushan City. The people here are only responsible for rough processing such as skinning and bloodletting. Where did they go, Lu Bei has a lot of expressions, so he doesn't ask a question.

   But soon, he noticed something was wrong, and gave him a look at the bodyguard and full-time secretary.

  Zhan Hongqu received Lu Bei's voice transmission, and asked in doubt: "Junior Sister Wuyou, how come there are so many demon cultivators in Gushan City, don't be afraid..."

   I didn't say the following words, it hurts my feelings, but the meaning is in place.

   Zhao Wuyou is not a riddle, and he explained it directly. Xuanlong has suffered from the invasion of the demon clan. There are many monks with demon blood in the territory, and the number is very large, the proportion is much higher than that of Wuzhou and Xiongchu.

  The environment is like this, no one can do anything about it.

   As for the loyalty of the demon cultivator, there is nothing to question.

   First of all, the essence of demon cultivation is that people are not demons.

   Secondly, Xuanlong has its own national conditions here, and the hatred between the demon cultivator and the demon clan is not much less than that of other cultivators.

   And because the demon cultivator pretending to be a demon clan is more concealed, it is often used as the main force of surprise attacks, and has an excellent reputation in Xuanlong.

  The last of the three murderers is the demon murderer.

Lu Bei nodded secretly when he heard it, and when he talked about the monk with the blood of the demon blood, he thought of the fierce swordsman Dugu. This guy has been fighting blood for many years, and the blood of the human race in his body has been polluted by the blood of the demon and lost its origin. The bizarre supernatural ability that the body is immortal and the primordial spirit is immortal is also more or less related to the demon cultivator.

   Several people said as they walked, away from the gathering place of the people, and arrived at the border of the military camp.

   A defender stepped forward to question him, Zhao Wuyou showed the token, and the defender received the order to confirm the identities of the fellows and let them go.

  Lu Bei took the opportunity to take a few glances. The average person was black with heavy armor and a thick-backed straight sword with a waist and hip length of about 1.2 meters.

  Fang Wu Zhou, the last time he was a centurion, he could only watch the gate in Xuanlong.

   Oh, there is no door, just a fence.

Everyone traveled through the wide road, and Lu Bei saw three rows of weapons similar to catapults from a distance, all of which were immortals, and the enemy was still a monster. Ordinary catapults scraping on the battlefield would be ridiculed by the monsters and not enough to eat, so these three The platoon catapults are all made by monks, and the materials and shells are exquisite.

  Similar to Xuanyin Division's broken crossbow, it is driven by mana and is powerful. It is not a magic weapon but also a magic weapon.

  …

   The garrison camp, the Blackstone Hall.

   A portal opened, leading to the gloomy world of Black Mountain's sharp-edged walls.

   A man stands on the top of the mountain, with a burly stature, wearing a black light armor, a unicorn breathing mist on his chest, and animal claws on his shoulders. Two strokes of Ying Tingjian with slanted eyebrows and a mighty appearance, looking at him with white hair, he should be from the Zhao family.

   The fly in the ointment is that a claw mark breaks the eyebrow, deeply embedded in the left half of the face, the left eye socket is sunken, and the eyeball is bulging. The face value that is almost over 100 is deducted by fifty points, and it comes directly below the passing line.

  The man is indeed from the Zhao family, his surname is Zhao and his name is Fang Ce. He has a position in Xuanlong, serving as a military marshal and part-time emperor.

   The suit of armor on his body, called Iron Qilin, is an ancestral artifact of the old Zhao family. From the founding of the country to the present, only the Grand Marshal can wear it, not even the emperor.

  Besides, two tall men knelt on the ground, and a little girl with a height of 1.2 meters stood. At first glance, it seemed that three people were kneeling.

  The two big men have nothing to describe. They are five big and three thick, with ferocious eyebrows. They are called Thirty-one and Thirty-six respectively. The imperial guards beside the emperor are responsible for self-destruction at critical moments.

  Simply speaking of the little girl, she has bright eyes and white teeth, radiant, and her look is soaring while looking forward. She has skin as beautiful as porcelain and lips as cherry blossoms. She is a standard beauty embryo.

   Body...

   can only say, if you don't look carefully, you can't tell the positive and the negative.

   The devil is fierce, Tu Yuan.

The three evils of the Yunyun Palace, the swordsmen drink blood all day long. They are reckless men who can only chop people. They run wild from time to time, and they are double-edged swords. , usually rarely shows up.

  The Demon Fierce Tuyuan is an exception. He understands military law and has foresight. Among the three, he can speak human language.

"Your Majesty, it should be three days if you agree to stay for three days. Why don't you go away? You must know that you are not joking, and you will be struck by lightning if you talk nonsense." Tu Yuan snapped his fingers, just wanting to drive Zhao Fangce away quickly .

  The emperor is too troublesome, if she died in Gushan City, she would also be unlucky.

   Thirty-one and Thirty-six didn't say a word, they just stared at Tu Yuan with wide eyes, their nostrils spitting rough, to maintain the last dignity of the imperial guards.

   Zhao Fangce didn't care, he was used to the way of the monk of Yunyun Palace, he frowned slightly and said, "Did you check the information that I ordered you to check?"

   "No, I don't have time to check."

  Tu Yuan shook his head directly and added: "I asked Dugu to investigate. He went deep into the 100,000 Mountains, and I think there will be some gains."

   Zhao Fangce was silent. Who is the swordsman Dugu? Xuanlong knows everything up and down. If he goes out to do errands, in all likelihood he will get lost for three years, and in the end he has to send someone to find him.

   "Your Majesty, Lu Li's bloodline is extraordinary, and you insist on seeking revenge from him, I'm afraid it will be more fortunate than for luck."

Tu Yuan euphemistically said: "In my opinion, it's better to hide from him for two hundred years, cultivate invincibility in the world, and then go to his eyeballs and use it as a bubble to step on, maybe it is possible that he will be beaten to death by me before you leave the customs. already."

   After saying that, it is a joy.

   Zhao Fangce was not amused, he looked at Tu Yuan lightly, his condescending gaze was extremely oppressive, Tu Yuan smiled and laughed silently.

   "Looking for Lu Li alone is not for revenge."

   "It's true or false, what about the injury on your face, Your Majesty, it's been 30 years."

  “…”

Zhao Fangce was silent again. As a mature Emperor Xuanlong, he chose not to have the same knowledge as Tu Yuan, and said slowly: "There was no wind city before, and the guard Zhao Fangjin died. It was planned by Lu Li secretly, and he also dispatched four demon generals under him."

   "Your Majesty means..."

   "Lu Li doesn't do meaningless things. It's strange to break the Windless City. There are other hidden things in it. I can't think of it, and I don't dare to think about it deeply. You are limited to find out Lu Li's hiding place within two days."

   "Your Majesty, is it a bit rushed for two days, at least three days..."

   "I gave you three days before I was alone."

   "If Your Majesty had said it earlier, I wouldn't have wasted three days. Also, why don't you leave this to someone else, isn't that birdman bad, he's the fastest."

Tu Yuan rubbed his temples with a headache, and said after a while: "By the way, Your Majesty, Zhao Wuxie recommended me a partial general, who is the only daughter of Zhao Fangjin, the guard of Wufeng City, do you want to meet her? "

   "Not necessary."

Zhao Fangce's expression remained unchanged, as if thinking of something, he said: "He also reported this to me, and several other people accompanied them to Gushan City. One of them is named Lu Bei, the sect master of Wuzhou Tianjian Sect, who inherits immortality. Sword intent, sharp-edged, fierce swordsman Dugu was once defeated by him."

   "Understood, Xuanlong is our territory."

Tu Yuan patted his chest and said with a loud bang, "I'll show him some color later, what's wrong with his surname, he has to be Lu, I don't know if our Emperor Xuanlong and the surname Lu will not deal with it! In my opinion, he deliberately provoked first, and I defended the prestige of the country."

   "Gone never said that."

Zhao Fangce said lightly: "Your general Wuyou used to be an official in the palace, Zhao Wuxie asked her for instructions, and then took her away from the palace, trying to lure Tianjianzong Lu Bei with her beauty and leave an immortal sword for Xuanlong. The main bloodline has not yet been established."

   "No way, Zhao Fangjin sacrificed his life for the country, but he actually used his daughter to seduce cultivator Wu Zhou, and even took the initiative to come to the door. We Xuanlong are so cheap?" Tu Yuan pulled out his ears and looked at Zhao Fangce with disgust.

   "You don't understand the value of immortal sword intent, and it's as simple as it is literally."

   Zhao Fangce ignored the disgusting face and said coldly: "I'll give you a task to hold Lu Bei, and if necessary, use some unconventional means to leave his bloodline behind."

   "Okay, okay, who made you the emperor, just listen to you..."

  Tu Yuan shrugged. Halfway through his words, he suddenly realized something was wrong. He raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, the unlucky person who performed the mission, I mean the person who left the bloodline, shouldn't it be me?"

   "You can't do it, the devil's thoughts are too heavy. If you inherit the bloodline of the immortal sword master, you will only give birth to a defective product."

   "Hehe, Your Majesty can really speak!"

  Tu Yuan pouted, saying that she would handle this matter without fail, and it was guaranteed that today next year, no, ten months later, Zhao Wuyou gave birth to a little white hair with the blood of the Immortal Sword Master.

   "By the way, Your Majesty, since the Immortal Sword Intent is so powerful, will the little white hair still be white?"

   "Gu is also very curious."

   Push the book: The wanton life of a certain American comic

   Author: Mi Yig

   In the world of American comics, the story of the New York City cops sounds a little familiar, and I really want to write them.

   (end of this chapter)