Starting from the Abandoned Disciple in Laoshan

Chapter 30
Chunhuaqiuyue Pavilion.

There are singing and dancing inside, and there are intertwined cups of wine.

Until late at night, the banquet for Su Zimo finally came to an end.

Outside the banquet hall of Chunhuaqiuyue Hall, on a big tree with luxuriant branches, in the shadows.Shen Mo didn't know when to appear, observing the movement inside.

In the banquet, there were many powerful warriors, and there were two guys who were close to cultivating gods, but they were both in their seventies, and it was hopeless to break through the cultivating gods.

Because the peak of refining qi and refining the gods seem to be only one step away, but they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.There are many bones in front of the gate of longevity, but the first threshold of longevity, the refining god, can be described as a mountain of bones.

In the arena, there has always been a saying - "If you can't become a god in one year, you will have no hope in your life."

It means that after the sixtieth year, even if there are natural materials, earthly treasures, and panacea, if you want to step into the alchemy, there is no hope.

It means that the Qi and blood have passed the peak and forced a breakthrough, and there is no way to pass the deadly barrier.

Therefore, warriors over the age of 60 are often the most active in their lives. Because there is no hope of refining gods, they start to focus on the wealth and honor of the world, and plan for future generations.

If these people are lucky, they can obtain some evil spells and secret techniques, and at the cost of their lives, they can burst out with god-level combat power in a short period of time. If they are lucky, they can even hurt the real god-level powerhouses.

Therefore, even if someone is a cultivator, when they meet this kind of person, they will generally not be too hostile.

After all, mortals still have the saying that if a man is desperate and blood is splashed for five steps, this kind of person is desperate, and it is not easy for a strong god to retreat completely.

Shen Mo didn't wait for the end of the banquet to come, but he just wanted to take this opportunity to observe how many hidden and powerful warriors there are in Jiangcheng, so that he can know for sure.

Because Su Zimo came to Jiangcheng with a lot of momentum, all capable people in the city wanted to test it out.

So not only the banquet, but also around the hall, there were actually quite a few people secretly observing like Shen Mo.

This big tree had the best view and orientation, but anyone who wanted to occupy this position was silently eliminated.

Even so, the people lurking around are still aware of the abnormality around the big tree. In the eyes of people like them who have experienced the test of life and death, the big tree seems to be occupied by a ghost from the nine hells. There, everything will become unlucky.

Some people even suspected that a certain boss of Zhenma Division had come, and Su Zimo was in the dark.

The banquet was officially over, and the surrounding spies receded like a tide. There were several top spies, who left a terrible psychological shadow on that terrifying tree, and even in the future, every time they saw a leafy tree, they would subconsciously avoid.

The swaying leaves of the big tree are not leaves, but like papers from hell!
On the other side, Su Zimo left Chunhuaqiuyue Pavilion, got into a carriage, and went to the posthouse in Jiangcheng.

When the carriage reached a small alley, there was no sound around.

Su Zimo felt a warning sign in his heart, and a figure rushed towards his carriage.The menacing sword qi shattered the carriage.

The driver of the carriage was killed on the spot.

He came out with only a groom, because there were really assassins, and those subordinates would not be of much use, but rather a burden.

Su Zimo reacted quickly, and the moment the saber qi shattered the carriage, he got out of the carriage with incredible agility.Pulling out a long sword in his hand, it pierced out like a meteor from the sky, and hit the person's throat.

With a single strike of the sword, the sound of footsteps of the assassins gathered around disappeared in an instant.

Obviously he was intimidated by Su Zimo's sword and knew what he couldn't do.

A killer is different from a dead man. A killer pays attention to missing a single hit and fleeing thousands of miles away.Judging from the speed at which these killers left, Su Zimo could conclude that their quality was very high.

At the same time as a thought flashed in his mind, Su Zimo was suddenly shrouded in an extremely terrifying crisis.

"There are people."

A breath that he hadn't noticed just now appeared.

There was still a flash of knife light, but compared to the fierceness of the knife just now, when this knife appeared, it seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment, and a blue-red electric light on the tip of the knife locked on him.No matter how he moves, he can't get rid of that little electric glow.

An unusual terror welled up in his heart.

"Refinement?"

He thought to himself that after becoming a guardian god general, he would be able to control ghosts and gods, and in terms of strength, he would not be inferior to a real god of refinement.But when he really faced a god-refining killer, he realized that there might not be a gap between them in terms of absolute strength, and he might even be slightly superior when he squeezed the power of ghosts and gods to the extreme.But in terms of realm, there is still an invisible gap between the two.

The abnormality of the opponent's breath, the grasp of the timing of the knife, savage and precise, and completely grasped the moment when his mind was relaxed.

Su Zimo backed away again and again, with the long sword across his chest, and the power of ghosts and gods in his body poured into his whole body in an indescribable way.

The saber narrowly escaped the defense of the long sword, and appeared on his chest from an unexpected angle. The pull and change of force in this instant, unexpectedly, was no less than hundreds of times.

And everything happens only in the blink of an eye.

A white bone spur protruded from Su Zimo's chest, and he finally showed his inhuman side.

The bone spur touched the electric light on the tip of the knife.

There was a terrifying howl in the night.

Su Zimo's chest was bloody and bloody, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bone spur just fell on the ground and was shattered into powder.

Only now did he see that the knife that almost killed him was a rusty hatchet.

The person holding the knife is even more unexpected.

Incomprehensible confusion flashed in his eyes, "Little uncle?"

The hatchet was retracted slowly, and the knife was put back into the sheath. Shen Mo leisurely said, "Zimo, how about my knife?"

"Unpredictable. If it's a victory or defeat, then it's been decided just now. If it's a life-and-death battle, that's another matter." Su Zimo's voice was gloomy.

Shen Mo smiled, "Are you still not convinced? If it is a battle of life and death, you will lose too. Do you think those killers will never come back after leaving? In Jiangcheng, the people who want you dead are far more than those who want you to die." There are many people who want me to die."

Su Zi remained silent. This was simply ridiculous, but it was a fact he had to admit.As an angel representing Da Xiawei and suppressing the chaos in Jiangcheng, his personal safety is not as safe as that of the little uncle who should not be tolerated by both good and evil.

"Young Master Uncle is right, what good will it do you just to kill me?"

Shen Mo smiled slightly, "Someone came out with two thousand-year-old mountain ginseng looking for me to kill you. I said that you are one of my few relatives and friends in the world, so...you need to pay more."

Su Zimo's face sank like water, and he felt the terrifying murderous aura going back and forth just now, so he had to swallow his breath, "Just this time, it's not an example. Two thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, one 300-year-old snow ginseng, ten snow lotus jade toad pills, Someone will send it to the security hall tomorrow."

Shen Mo smiled lightly, "Well, it's getting late, go back and have a good rest."

"The night rain picks up the spring leeks, and the new cooking room has yellow beams.

The Lord said that meeting was difficult, and it was exhausting.

Ten people are not drunk, the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow, across the mountains, the world will be boundless. "

As Shen Mo left, the long Taoist song lingered in the middle of the night.

Su Zimo knocked on the wall next to him with his fist, revealing a big hole. The Taoist song left by the little martial uncle talked about people in troubled times. Tomorrow, fate is boundless.

So facing Shen Mo's free and easy withdrawal at any time, Su Zimo felt indescribably jealous.

The whisper of ghosts and gods in his body sounded again, and the killing intent in his heart to break free from everything and cleanse the world became stronger and stronger.

This world should not be like this!
(End of this chapter)