"Who gave you the courage to dare to kill Zhao Hu, the big boss of Black Tiger Mountain?" Zhao Jianghe asked in a cold voice.

"You are?" Chen Yu asked with a frown.

"This monarch is a real person." Zhao Jianghe said word by word.

"I haven't heard of it." Chen Yu said disappreciatively.

"Name the person behind you." Zhao Jianghe said.

"You're here to avenge Zhao Hu?" Chen Yu asked with a smile.

"To say, or not to say?" Zhao Jianghe asked with murderous intent.

"You answer this seat first." Chen Yu said.

"Zhao Hu is Benjun's apprentice, what do you say?" Zhao Jianghe sneered.

"Then Ihonza will send you to see him." Chen Yu said in shock.

"The strength is not good, the tone is quite big, I want to see what means you have." Zhao Jianghe said in a gloomy tone.

"Is that enough?" Chen Yu's figure flashed, and the 10,000-year-old peachwood sword swung by, and one head fell to the ground.

"You, you, you." Before he could react, his head was cut off, and Zhao Jianghe, who was in a state of soul, looked terrified.

"Native chickens and dogs, vulnerable!" With a palm to scatter the other party's soul and take away the other party's Qiankun bag, Chen Yu flashed away.

"It's so powerful, the second-rate Dao Jun Evil Dragon True Person, he was killed in seconds."

"It's too powerful, even if it's a first-class Daojun, it's impossible for him to kill a second-rate Daojun in seconds, right?"

"Master, we have lost a lot, we knew that he was better than the evil dragon real person, so we wouldn't have run away."

The surrounding warriors and Taoist priests, seeing this situation, were stunned for a moment, came back to their senses, and everyone said word by word.

Looking at the things of Qiankunzi and the evil dragon real person, Chen Yu left a Qiankun bag, and casually threw those cheats, pills, magic weapons, talismans and the like on the ground, the cheats had already been read, and it was useless to keep them.

"If there is a big bag, there is only yellow and white things left in it."

After taking off the 10,000-year-old peach wood magic sword on his back and spending money to charge it into a knife, Chen Yu'an walked forward in a car.

At this time, he was wearing a gossip robe, stepping on cloud-patterned boots, and carrying a long knife that seemed to be made of hundred-year-old peachwood.

The Taoist priests used magic swords, either peach wood, lightning strike wood, or five emperor money.

If it weren't for the fact that the sword he was carrying was made of peach wood and he was wearing a Taoist robe, outsiders would definitely regard him as a warrior.

After the sun set, one after another, demons and monsters who took him as their prey appeared one after another.

In the eyes of those demons and monsters, a nondescript third-rate little warlock is nothing more than food to increase their strength.

Chen Yu, dressed as a sheep, turned into a tiger from time to time, devouring and refining those demons and monsters.

"I don't seem to have any new talents."

Chen Yu, who booby-trapped hundreds of demons and monsters one after another, and found nothing, flashed to the capital of the Great Qin Empire.

At noon, he walked into a restaurant.

"Dao Chief, please upstairs!" Seeing him walk in, a shopkeeper hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Sitting by the window on the third floor, Chen Yu said, "Bring your good wine and food, and bring it to the ministry." ”

"Wait a minute, the wine and food will be ready soon." Glancing at the gold ingots on the table, the shopkeeper said with his eyes shining.

Summoned an infinite recharge system, Chen Yu recharged himself with Dao techniques, spells, and seals as if no one was around.

"The nine-character mantra is unpredictable, and the power is also very powerful, it's full!"

"The five elements lack the supplemental technique, after practice, you can make up for the five elements, not white, not full!"

"Fixing technique, can fix people's spirit, art is not pressing, full!"

"Yin Yang Thunder Fire Technique, Yin Fire Destroys the Soul, Yang Fire Burns the Body, Charge it first."

"Counter-attack, once you practice it, the attack part rebounds, good thing."

"The Bad Luck Possession Technique, your own mana and spell realm, determine the timeliness and power of bad luck."

After picking and choosing, Chen Yu filled himself with more than 300 kinds of Dao techniques, more than 200 kinds of spells, and more than 100 kinds of seals.

Strictly calculated, spells, seals, and dao techniques are all techniques, but they are used in different ways.

Many Dao techniques can only be used by combining the power of the soul with spells and seals, and if you can understand their essence, you can also cast any Dao techniques, spells, and seals with the power of the soul alone.

While the wine and food were not served on the table, Chen Yu charged those Dao techniques, spells, and seals to the highest level at one time.

Feeling that some Dao techniques, spells, and seals were too weak, he used money to break the limit and increase the power of those Dao techniques by several levels.

"There is an unlimited recharge system, and the banknote capacity is still very good and powerful."

Seeing the shopkeeper coming over with wine and food, Chen Yu abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind and picked up chopsticks to eat.

"Did you hear that? The evil dragon real person Zhao Jianghe was killed. ”

"The Evil Dragon True Man is a famous peerless master in the world, who can kill him?"

"It is said that a seventeen or eighteen-year-old little Taoist priest killed the evil dragon real person in one move in Dayun Mountain."

"Seventeen or eighteen-year-old little Taoist priest, can he kill the evil dragon real person? And it's still a spike? ”

"It looks like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old little Taoist priest, maybe an old monster who has rejuvenated."

"Some time ago, Qiankunzi's cave mansion was born, and the evil dragon real person and many strong people were killed by that little Taoist."

"There is another super strong man in the world who is both good and evil, and the Great Qin Empire is afraid that it will set off another bloody storm."

The warriors and Taoist priests who were eating downstairs kept talking with emotion.

After he was full of wine and food, Chen Yu checked out and left, wandering the flowery streets, he looked east and west.

"Brother Zhuo, the Oiran of the Cold Moon Building is out of the pavilion today, do you want to go?"

"Brother Jiang, such a good thing, how can I be missing?"

"Brother Wang, don't go." A few teenagers dressed as scholars said with their eyebrows fluttering.

Chen Yu's heart moved, and he quietly followed behind a few scholars.

There is a Daojun with high cultivation in the capital, and there is no chance to subdue demons and eliminate demons, so he is going to Leng Yue Tower to pass the time.

"When the big black swallowing star returns, I'll find a place to sleep."

Walking forward leisurely, ten minutes later, Chen Yu came to Lengyue Tower.

"Ladies and gentlemen, young heroes, and Taoist leaders, whoever writes the best poem will play a solo song for whom Hanyue will play." The old bustard, who is full of mature style and looks very beautiful, said to everyone with a smile.

"I'll come first, the bright moonlight outside the window, two pairs of shoes under the bed" Zhuo Feng, who was dressed as a scholar, shook his head and read a poem.

"The sword travels thousands of miles, soaring to the Nine Heavens," a young man dressed as a Taoist priest said angrily.

Chen Yu couldn't help but smile, and there was a little more smile on his face.

"This Taoist leader, do you look down on the poems you wrote below?" Zhuo Feng asked angrily.

"No, the poems you wrote are simple and easy to understand, but they imply the way of yin and yang," Chen Yu said seriously.

"The Taoist is proficient in composing poetry?" Zhuo Feng asked.

"I know a little bit about it." Chen Yu said.

"Why don't you make a song to open everyone's eyes?" Zhuo Feng said.

"Poor Dao can only appreciate, not understand poetry very well." Chen Yu sneered, the poem is too good, it will be troublesome to be taken by the Oiran, the poem is too bad, he is sorry for himself, and he is sorry for the hometown of the traverser.

"If you can't compose poetry, you can't compose poetry, and you still have the face to say that you understand a little?" Zhuo Feng said unrelentingly.

Quietly sent a sealing technique to the other party, and Chen Yu continued to listen to others compose poems.

"Brother Zhuo, what's wrong with you?" Jiang Hua asked suspiciously.

Zhuo Feng yelled in horror, but did not make a sound.

"Dao Chief, can you forgive Brother Zhuo once?" Jiang Hua asked.

"What?" Chen Yu pretended to be ignorant and asked, how could the sealing technique that he had finally practiced be easily unraveled?

"Dao Chief, you have to be forgiving and forgiving." Jiang Hua said.

"Yes, Dao Chief, the mountains don't turn around." Wang Ankui echoed.

"What are you talking about?" Chen Yu pretended to be stupid and asked.

"Dao Chief, didn't you make Brother Zhuo speechless?" Jiang Hua asked.

"Which eye did you see me casting a spell on him?" Chen Yu asked rhetorically.