On the altar, Tianji Sanren listened to the words of the demon cultivator of the Ziyue Society, their faces were gloomy, and it was hard to see the extreme.

The sentence "You're not very good at calculating, just do it" is not very harmful but extremely insulting.

This demon cultivator said such words in a mocking tone, obviously not taking Tianji Sanren's divination ability seriously.

Tianji Sanren held the bamboo stick with his old palm with slight force, his thin old face had deep eye sockets.

He glanced at the demon cultivator from the Purple Moon Society with his remaining half-blind eye. The gray-black eyes suddenly had a slight change, giving people a strong sense of chaos.

With just one glance, he had already used the power given to him by heaven to see the end of this demon cultivator from the Purple Moon Society.

"Huh, are you trying to scare me?" The demon cultivator of the Ziyue Society looked at the single eye that made him feel slightly palpitated, and continued to speak coldly.

Most demon cultivators do not believe in fate, they do evil things, and they do not take retribution seriously.

Therefore, people like Xiang Tianji Sanren are regarded as magic sticks in their eyes.

Little do you know that some people may seem to be awesome, but they are really awesome secretly.

"Your name is Chong Hui, right? I have seen your end." A smile appeared on Tianji Sanren's face, and he no longer took the previous ridicule of the Purple Moon Society demon cultivator to heart.

If a dying person wants to express his quickness of speech, let him say a few words casually.

"Pretending to be a god or a ghost." The demon cultivator named Chong Hui sneered, but did not take Tianji Sanren's words to heart.

In his opinion, Tianji Sanren is just the mysterious leader of an intelligence agency.

He also does all kinds of disgusting things behind the scenes.

No, we just made a deal with demon cultivators like us who are despised by cultivators.

If he holds the soul jade, he will definitely not be doing anything good.

To put it simply, that is - this bad old man is very bad!

If this kind of person can spy on the secrets of heaven, then the Tiandao thing is really interesting.

At best, it's just a deduction based on the powerful intelligence behind it.

Regarding Chong Hui's continued ridicule, Tianji Sanren did not comment. Tianji Sanren, who thought he had seen the end of his life, had a different mentality.

This wonderful taste of being aloof and like a god on earth always makes him particularly intoxicated.

Just now, he saw that not long after, there would be a long sword piercing Chong Hui's body.

This long sword has a unique appearance and is completely black.

Even the sword body and tip are all black.

This gave Tianji Sanren an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Although he had never seen this sword, he always felt that something was wrong.

Soon, a message flashed in his mind!

——Lu Chaoge’s [Not Too Late]!

Outside Feiniao City, Tianji Sanren had seen Lu Chaoge take action to solve the bird trouble. But at that time, Lu Chaoge had not taken out his sheath [not too late].

But from the information he collected, as well as the outside world's description of "Bu Late", it is said that it is a sword that is completely black, like a sword stained by ink.

"Could it be his sword?" Tianji Sanren thought in his heart.

As soon as he thought of this, he leaned on the bamboo stick and looked at Chong Hui with his single eye that had returned to gray and black color, and said: "I heard that your Ziyue Society was in a stronghold somewhere in Qinglong River, and was killed by a man who was only the second in cultivation.

A young swordsman from a very high level was served in a pot?"

As he spoke, he deliberately pretended to be sarcastic with Chong Hui and said, "I wonder how much damage has been done?"

Chong Hui glanced at him and said, "Humph, old man, don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask."

He naturally knew about this shocking battle. A sword cultivator with only the second level of cultivation actually wielded an unrivaled sword and killed all the [Seventh Messenger] Yao Yi with one sword!

You must know that Chong Hui himself is only at the level of Six-round Ziyue, one round less than Yaoyi.

Although he knew very well that the reason why Yao Yi had a high rank within the organization was because she was special and not because of how strong she was. However, it was still outrageous to be killed by a young swordsman like this.

The most important thing is that he witnessed Yaoyi getting that opportunity with his own eyes.

She and Red Owl merged into one body, on this altar!

Red Owl's blood and soul poured into her body.

He still remembers the beautiful scene when she was naked and then burned by the red owl's fire until she screamed in agony.

"What a pity." Chongfeng thought to himself.

At the same time, what puzzled him the most was that if Yao Yi was beheaded, Red Owl would probably revive.

How did this weak swordsman named Lu Chaoge kill all the red owl!

Tianji Sanren looked at him and continued to speak in a hoarse voice: "The stronghold of Qinglongchuan was destroyed. Didn't you Ziyue Guild plan to do anything to that little Momen?"

Chonghui glanced at him and said nothing. Instead, he made a secret gesture with his hands and pressed his palms on the altar.

The next moment, Tianji Sanren was "invited" out of the altar.

Tianji Sanren, who was holding a bamboo stick, glanced at the bright moon in the sky, looked back at the boulder, chuckled, and flew towards the west.

He is about to make his sixteenth move.

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Qingzhou border, Linhai small village.

For the villagers, tonight is just another simple night.

They live here, day after day, year after year. The most novel thing for them recently is that the old man with a broken leg who knits straw sandals has a relative who looks like a scholar coming to his house.

More than half a month.

Compared with the delicate and beautiful poplar trees, the village women in the village actually prefer middle-aged Confucian scholars.

The poplar tree is so beautiful, even more handsome than the most handsome girl in the village.

But the middle-aged Confucian scholar was different. Although he looked ordinary, his temperament was elegant and he was the type admired by these uneducated village women.

Therefore, in the past half month, their buttocks were swaying happily, and the brave ones even gave them a look.

In their opinion, middle-aged Confucian scholars must be city dwellers. It is said that city dwellers like to eat wild vegetables the most.

In the same way, the men in the city may also be... um~ um~

Yang Shu, who already knew the identity of the middle-aged Confucian scholar, felt mixed emotions when looking at what these aunts did every day.

That is Lord Sword Master, the most powerful man in Qingzhou...

During this half month, the middle-aged Confucian scholar and the old man with a broken leg spent most of their time discussing Taoism.

They didn't avoid Yang Shu, but he didn't understand either.

His level is still too low, far from it.

As far as he is concerned, the arrival of Lord Sword Master has not changed his life too much.

The biggest change was that he initially called the old man with a broken leg grandpa, but the old man wanted to accept him as a disciple, so he asked him to call him master instead. But after the middle-aged Confucian scholar came, the old man with a broken leg Luo Heshan

, and began to ask Yang Shu to call Grandpa back.

But you can't let Ji Changkong take advantage of you for no reason.

There is no need for master-disciple or anything like that! Just recognize me as a grandson!

A master can teach his disciples, and a grandfather can naturally teach his grandson!

Wonderful!

At this moment, young Yang Shu was carrying a bucket out to fetch water according to his grandfather's previous instructions.

After enduring a wave of teasing from the villagers, he returned to the small courtyard and saw the middle-aged Confucian scholar resigning.

"Is Lord Sword Master leaving?" Yang Shu thought in his heart.

After getting along with him for half a month, he felt that Master Jianzun was an extremely approachable person, with no airs and a gentle temper. Even if he was teased by village women every day, he always had a smile on his face.

Unlike grandpa, who has such a bad temper.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed towards Luohe Mountain and said, "Senior Luo, I've been bothering you for half a month, so it's time to leave. But before I leave, I want to take a look at the Eye of Chaos. Is that okay?"

Luo Heshan nodded, glanced at Yang Shu, and said, "Boy, you go too."

"Ah?" Yang Shu, who had just poured the well water from the bucket into the large vat, couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"Ah what!" The grumpy Luo Heshan glared at him and said, "Now that you have accepted my inheritance, it is time to know your responsibilities."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the three figures disappeared in the courtyard.

By the time Yang Shu regained his vision, the three of them were already suspended above an endless ocean!

Yang Shu knew clearly that the small village was located on the border of Qingzhou and the sea. This sea area was the endless sea outside Qingzhou.

The sea surface appears to be calm, but in reality there is a turbulent undercurrent.
To be continued...