In a quiet and chic courtyard house in Yanjing.

A young man looks into the distance, dressed in a blue gown with long hair coiled over his head and held in place with a simple wooden hairpin.

Such a dress may be regarded as a neurotic in this society, and such a caftan is no longer something that people of this era can control.

No matter how good a person's temperament is, wearing such a kaftan will make people feel that something is missing.

But this man is very different, and the cyan robe is worn on his body, giving people a very special feeling.

It seems that he has to wear such clothes, and such clothes are tailor-made for him.

"Tsing Yi. A gentle male voice rang out in the room.

Then an elegant man in a tunic with a pen pinned to his breast pocket appeared at the door.

The man in the tunic was holding a laptop in his hand, and his expression was a little solemn.

The man known as Tsing Yi turned his head and looked at the elegant man and did not speak, but with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

The elegant man walked in front of Tsing Yi in a few steps and pointed the computer at Tsing Yi.

"What do you think?"

There was a magnified picture on the computer screen in the elegant man's hand, which was the scene of the whole body of the Blood Shura descending in the sky above Minghai City.

Tsing Yi looked at the picture and stared at it for a long time.

"Blood Cloud Array, Blood Shura. Tsing Yi spit out such a sentence.

"Are you going?"

Tsing Yi nodded: "I have to go." ”

The elegant man thought for a moment and asked, "What are the odds of winning?" ”

Tsing Yi looked up at the sky, stretched out his right hand and made an OK gesture in the air.

The elegant man's face was happy: "Three moves are enough?"

Tsing Yi shook his head.

Seeing Tsing Yi shaking his head, the elegant man's face suddenly became heavy: "There is only a three-percent chance of winning if it is difficult to fight?"

Tsing Yi shook his head again, and the elegant man exhaled, feeling a lot more relaxed.

The elegant man looked at Tsing Yi's OK, and asked with some doubts: "It's not three moves or three percent, so what do you mean by this gesture?"

"Thirty years. Tsing Yi said lightly.

"Do you mean this for thirty years?" the elegant man couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"What thirty years?" the elegant man was a little puzzled.

"Win the Blood Shura, and cultivate for thirty years. ”

"What? The elegant man's voice immediately raised an octave, and his face turned red.

"No, you can't go, since the battle of the Wind God, my top masters in Huaxia are almost killed and injured, if your cultivation is now regressed for another thirty years, I'm afraid those bull ghosts and snake gods will move." ”

The elegant man said excitedly, his tone was extremely resolute.

Tsing Yi didn't react, just said lightly: "Prepare, set off immediately." ”

"You...... You...... Have you listened to me?" the elegant man asked annoyedly.

Tsing Yi nodded, signaling that he had listened to him.

"With the Flowing Cloud Shuttle, it's faster that way. After speaking, Tsing Yi walked towards the room.

"What, Liuyun Suo, you're crazy, Liuyun Shuo consumes so much, are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?" the elegant man shouted as he looked at Tsing Yi's back.

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Minghai City, Huaiyi Hospital rooftop.

The tornado began to rise into the air, and the paper-binding guest looked at the tornado, nodded with a hint of admiration on his face: "Old man Zhao, you are becoming more and more proficient in using the wind." ”

Zhao Lecheng didn't say anything, but just looked at the behemoth in the sky.

As the distance got closer and closer, everyone felt the sky-high blood and murderous aura coming from the blood Shura's body, and everyone was shocked.

They were still so far away, and the pressure of the waves crashing on the shore made it difficult for them to breathe.

Yu Xuzi smiled bitterly: "What's the difference between us and looking for death?"

Zhao Lecheng also had a bitter face, and his miscalculation of the strength of the Blood Shura let him know that things might not develop in the direction he imagined.

Zhao Le wanted to drag the big guy in the sky for a while, no need to work hard, as long as he dragged it until the arrival of Tsing Yi, then the task would be completed.

Now it seems that I am afraid that it is a bit of a fool's dream to complete this task.

Zhao Lecheng looked at the blood lady beside him, then turned his head to look at the night crow and his apprentice not far away, raised his hand and pressed down heavily.

Seeing Zhao Lecheng's movements, the Blood Lady frowned and asked vigilantly, "Old man, what are you doing?"

As Zhao Lecheng's hand pressed down, the blood lady was suddenly swept out by a strong wind, and the night crow and the girl not far away also suffered the same thing, and were swept out of the rising tornado by the wind.

The three of them fell down at great speed, and the blood lady in mid-air jumped like thunder: "Dead old man, what are you doing?"

"You're still young. Zhao Lecheng's faint voice sounded in the air.

Looking at the two people who fell, the fat butcher raised the kitchen knife in his hand with a bitter expression.

"Old man, I'm young too. ”

Zhao Lecheng glanced at the butcher: "How old are you this year?"

The butcher wanted to say that he was thirty years old, but he just looked at Zhao Lecheng's indifferent eyes, and suddenly changed his mind.

The butcher sighed, "Tomorrow is the sixty-fifth birthday." ”

Zhao Lecheng nodded: "Sixty-five years old, you can die." ”

The three people who landed on the rooftop looked at Zhao Lecheng and his party, who were getting farther and farther away from them, clenching their fists tightly, but they were helpless.

If you don't reach the 'Wild Realm', you can't fly in the sky, and like Zhao Lecheng, you can fly in the King Kong Realm, all because of the exercise he cultivated, "Resisting the Wind".

The girl looked at the sky with tears in her eyes.

"Master. She shouted, perhaps she knew that this might be the last time she would see her master.

The Blood Lady looked at the sky and sighed heavily for a long time: "No one wants to die, they just have to die." ”

Night Raven gripped the hilt of the dagger at the back of his waist, unsure of what he was thinking.

Above the sky, Blood Shura, who had been standing quietly in the air, suddenly opened his eyes, and in his scarlet eyes, blood mist like substance drifted out, gathering in the air but not dispersing.

Blood Shura looked into the distance, and the strange runes covered with his body suddenly lit up.

"This is the breath of the king. Joy emanated from Blood Shura's body, and his huge body fell towards the ground.

The shadow above the head made the faces of everyone in the tornado change greatly, such a large body fell to the ground, and it was estimated that half of Minghai City would be gone.

Zhao Lecheng looked at the big-footed girl of the Blood Shura, and his face was cloudy, and finally Zhao Lecheng sighed: "That's it, what is there to be nostalgic for at such an old age." ”

A sky-high momentum erupted from Zhao Lecheng's body, and the tornado that everyone was in began to expand rapidly.