"Shopkeeper Wang, you let this person be buried secretly, and at the same time, no one of these people can reveal the slightest. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhao Yu looked at the sky outside the carriage, and then whispered.

"Young Master Jing Yubiao, I'll find someone to do it right away!" Shopkeeper Wang's eyes were dripping, and his white and chubby face showed a bit of treacherousness.

At this moment, it was already dark, and the other people in the convoy did not know what was happening in the carriage where the shopkeeper Wang was, and they just stood stupidly, not daring to move.

The immortal sword qi displayed by Zhao Yushi just now made them suddenly feel that they were pierced by countless sharp swords, and they all thought that it was the sword qi emitted by that person, so they didn't dare to move.

A moment later, when they saw Shopkeeper Wang walking out of the carriage with a smile on his face, they couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

The shopkeeper shook his fat body, walked straight to the side of the head of the guard, and whispered a few words to him.

Soon after, the leader of the guards also showed a look of horror, he could hardly believe his ears, that the terrifying cultivator of the Dao had been killed by a sick man-like young man.

A moment later, the leader of the guards quickly walked into the carriage and took a look, and found that the man's body was covered with terrifying sword marks, as if he had been slashed by ten thousand swords at the same time.

At this moment, his heart was extremely shocked, and it took a cup of tea to wake up.

"Young Master Jing, are you 。。。。。。 You're amazing!" said the leader of the guards, mumbled, not knowing how to show his respect.

After a meal, the man's sword-marked body was buried deep in a hillside next to the official road. Then the convoy slowly moved forward in the night, and after about thirty miles, it stopped to rest.

In the middle of the night, Zhao Yu sneaked alone into a forest ten miles away from the official road.

Zhao Yu first took out a piece of moonstone, and then took out the things of the Taoist one by one, and after about a meal, one by one the strange-shaped items were turned out and placed around in an orderly manner.

Zhao Yu saw so many miscellaneous things that seemed to be priceless, and many of them were extraordinary.

A broken half-immortal flying sword.

A broken half-immortal magic weapon.

A bottle of "Immortal Realm" early stage Zhuji Dan.

A superb golden spirit stone.

A superb wind spirit stone.

A half-immortal elixir.

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Looking at so many good things around him, Zhao Yu's breathing was also a little short, and suddenly a feeling of panic arose in his heart.

At this moment, Zhao Yu knew that it was really a fluke that he had killed this Daoist today, and if he had taken out these extraordinary weapons and magic weapons to attack him, he would have died a long time ago.

"I'm a big living man, and I'm scared by dead things. Somehow, a little cold sweat suddenly flowed from Zhao Yu's face, and then he couldn't help laughing at himself.

Soon after, Zhao Yu put those things into different magic weapons according to their categories.

"I put these weapons together. ”

"These medicine bottles and various elixirs are placed in this magic treasure bag. ”

"These half-immortal elixirs, each one of them is priceless, I must hide them. ”

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Zhao Yu said to himself while putting things into the magic treasure bag.

"This bronze box is very light inside, and I don't know what good things are in it. In the end, only a bronze box was left on the ground, Zhao Yu grabbed it, shook it and said.

Next, Zhao Yu tried his best to open it, but he couldn't open it no matter what.

In the end, Zhao Yu took out a broken half-immortal flying sword obtained from Lao Dao's body and slashed it its surface, but there was not even a trace left.

With a snort, Zhao Yu suddenly pointed the half-immortal flying sword in his hand at a boulder ten zhang away, and then a cold sword light flew out like lightning, cutting it into a pile of powder in an instant.

"This flying sword is really extraordinary, sharpening iron like clay. However, it could not leave a trace on the bronze box, and it seemed that it was the most precious thing on the Taoist's body. Zhao Yu stared at the bronze box for a long time, and said secretly in his heart.

After a meal, there was already a little twilight in the night sky, Zhao Yu had to put away the bronze box, then stood up and patted the dust on his body, and after a while, he walked straight to the convoy.

Six days later, the convoy finally arrived safely at Yujing, the capital of the Guanghan Kingdom.

Although the Guanghan Kingdom is an ordinary kingdom on the Wuling continent, but the capital of Yujing is very prosperous, this city is a city built in early antiquity, with a radius of thousands of miles and a population of 10 million.

The Guanghan Kingdom had long been attached to the powerful Beishan Sect, so even the most powerful empires on the Wuling Continent did not dare to take offense.

The long-term peace has made the Guanghan Kingdom accumulate countless wealth, and even if the Beishan Sect draws 30% of the national tax every year, it still makes it rich.

The real power of the Guanghan Kingdom is secretly in the hands of several national teachers and deputy national teachers sent by the Beishan Sect, and the imperial family is very beautiful on the surface, but in fact, the abolition of the emperor is in the hands of the Beishan Sect.

Soon after the convoy entered Yujing City, Zong Ze, the national teacher of the Guanghan Kingdom, and the owner of the Huo Family Medicine Workshop came to them in a luxurious carriage.

"Junior Wang Zhong, I have seen the master of the country! I have seen the master!" As soon as the shopkeeper Wang saw them, he hurriedly smiled all over his face, trotted over, and then bowed down and saluted.

"Shopkeeper Wang, get up! You brought that bronze box!"

The bronze box was almost snatched away by a very terrifying cultivator, but fortunately, my master's nephew Jing Yu made a move and killed him with one move. Shopkeeper Wang hurriedly said respectfully.

"Jing Yu。。。。。。 Jing Yu! Could it be that he is Elder Du Ping's personal disciple Jing Yu, he is only sixteen years old this year, how can his cultivation be so terrifying!" Hearing this, Zong Ze, the national master who looked like an immortal, couldn't help muttering to himself.

"My wife's nephew Jing Yu has been frail and sickly since he was a child, and he almost entered the Ghost Gate Pass several times, and he hasn't seen him for a few years, but he has become a personal disciple of the elder of the Beishan Sect, and his cultivation is very terrifying, how is this possible?" Huo Shan on the side was full of horror and muttered.

After a while, the national teacher Zong Ze's body suddenly moved, as if teleporting, and in an instant, he arrived at a carriage a hundred zhang away.

"Beishan Sect disciple Zong Ze came to meet Senior Brother Jing Yu!" National Master Zong Ze suddenly smiled and said respectfully.

The national teacher Zong Ze is nearly 3,000 years old this year, but Zhao Yu is only sixteen or seventeen years old. However, because he was Du Ping's personal disciple, he had a high status in the Beishan Sect. Even the tens of thousands of years old Daoist of the Beishan Sect saw Zhao Yu, and he had to call him a senior brother.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu hurriedly walked out of the carriage and immediately replied with an embarrassed face.