Out of the south gate of Jiangzhong University, Wang Zhong went straight to the hidden hall of the Heavenly Killing Sect in the secular world, where an unfathomable Heavenly Killing Sect elder was stationed all year round.

This resident elder is the head and spokesperson of the Heavenly Killing Sect in the secular world.

The head of the secular realm will not easily show himself in front of others, unless there is an urgent matter beyond common sense, or someone has done something that endangers the Heavenly Killing Sect in the secular realm, he may personally take action.

Under normal circumstances, depending on the severity of the matter, the head of the secular realm would either report to the Heavenly Killing Sect, or make a decision on his own, or arrange it in the form of a task for the disciples of the Heavenly Killing Sect who were walking in the secular world.

The Heavenly Killing Sect mainly cultivates the way of killing, and sets up a hidden hall in the secular world, also in order to have enough killing to train the disciples under it.

As a result, secular seclusion will be tasked with murder from all over the world.

However, in order not to affect the peace and stability of the secular world, the head of the secular world will determine whether the employer's task can be accepted or not.

Moreover, once the employer's task is judged by the head of the secular realm, there is a risk of affecting the peace and stability of the secular realm, and the Heavenly Killing Sect will also notify other holy places hidden in the world.

In this case, even if the employer does not give up and goes to find the disciples of the major sects in other holy lands, the disciples of other sects will not dare to risk being crusaded by all the holy land sects and do the employer's task.

Jiangzhong City, Xidian District, the buildings here are not like Hairou District, Dongfeng District and Pingchang District.

Hairou District is a concentrated residential area in Jiangzhong City, where there are luxury houses such as single-family villas and sea-view houses, as well as many ordinary commercial houses.

Most of the land in Dongfeng District is used for large commercial buildings, where high-rise buildings cover the sky, and people walking on the streets of Dongfeng District can hardly see the sun in the sky.

Pyeongchang District is a gathering place for ordinary merchants, most of the merchants here are self-employed, and the buildings naturally cannot be built as high as in Dongfeng District, and the tallest buildings here do not exceed 30 floors.

Only Xidian District is different, except for three buildings with less than 15 floors, the rest of the place is low-rise brick bungalows, which is in stark contrast to Hairou District, Dongfeng District and Pyeongchang District.

However, Xidian District is more lively than Hairou District, Dongfeng District and Pingchang District.

Basically, there are merchants who set up stalls to do small business here, and they bring together friends from all over the world, thus forming a piece of downtown area, and there will be dialects from different regions in the shouts of people coming and going.

Wang Zhong came all the way to Xidian District, and after entering Huaiyuan Road, he saw that both sides of the street were full of stalls.

There are those that sell snacks such as braised fire, oden, and lamb skewers, as well as snacks such as fragrant grilled sausages, grilled scorpions, and grilled silkworm pupa......

It was now ten o'clock in the morning, and although it was not yet time for lunch, Wang Zhong looked at the dazzling array of snacks and smelled their fragrance, which made him feel a little appreciative.

"It's better to meet the head of the secular world first. Wang Zhong restrained his appetite, and kept walking towards the place where he was hidden.

The intersection in front of Jinhong Building on Huaiyuan Road is the fork with the largest flow of people in Xidian District.

An old man, squatting on the ground with his back against the pillar in front of the Jinhong Building, smoking a cigarette gun, and plumes of smoke came out of his cigarette gun and lingered in front of his eyes.

The old man squinted, his face was wrinkled, and his clothes were even more tattered, and on the ground in front of him was a broken bowl, and there were some wrinkled and folded pieces of change in the broken bowl.

It was clear that the old man looked like a beggar!

Wang Zhong just walked to the intersection in front of Jinhong Building, and suddenly felt like someone had poured cold water on him in the cold winter, and he was chilling all over his body.

Especially behind him, it was as if there were countless cold arrows shot at his back, which made fear suddenly arise in his heart.

"Cultivator!" Wang Zhong's face turned pale, and this thought instantly appeared in his mind: "And it's a terrifying cultivator whose realm is far higher than mine!"

With this judgment, his mind raced: "Since this terrifying cultivator didn't kill me in the first place, he should want to get something from me." ”

"The entrance of the Hidden Hall of the Sect is nearby, if I can break free from the momentum lock of this terrifying cultivator, I will be able to send the spiritual signal to the head of the secular realm in the mouth of the Hidden Hall in an instant. ”

Thinking of this, Wang Zhong's heart was relieved.

However, the next moment, the terrifying momentum that locked him disappeared out of thin air in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

"What kind of?" Wang Zhong couldn't help but be stunned, and the monk who was the second zhang was completely confused.

"Turn around and look back. An old voice came into Wang Zhong's ears, and Wang Zhong immediately turned around and swept his gaze around.

"Not bad! At least not the heart and gall of the people who are oppressed by my momentum. The old man, who was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette with his back against the pillar in front of the Jinhong Building, said with a hint of praise in his tone.

Wang Zhong's eyes immediately locked on the old man's body, and he looked at the old man carefully, and his face became strange.

He really couldn't believe that the dignified elder of the Heavenly Killing Sect actually looked like an old beggar, squatting on the street of this downtown and begging for food!

"Our Heavenly Killing Sect, we shouldn't be so poor. Wang Zhong was speechless.

After his repeated confirmation, this terrifying old beggar was the head of the Heavenly Killing Sect in the secular world.

Wang Zhong will not admit his mistake, and neither will the Phantom.

Because when they went down the mountain, all the information such as the appearance of the head of the secular world in the hidden hall was passed on to them by the uncle who was in charge of it, so that they remembered it deeply.

Walking up to the old man, Wang Zhong felt more and more that the old man was really like a beggar who had suffered countless hardships, his eyes did not have any brilliance, and some were the vicissitudes of life and godlessness that had been polluted by the world.

"Old man!" Wang Zhong bowed slightly.

"Where did you call it?" the old man took a hard puff of his cigarette, and without looking at Wang Zhong, he suddenly asked.

"The ruins of the end of the sea, the Heavenly Killing Sect. Wang Zhong replied respectfully.

The old man finally raised his head, and with his cloudy eyes, began to examine Wang Zhong.

After a while, the old man knocked the ash of the cigarette gun and said slowly, "It's been a long time since a newcomer has come down from the mountain. ”

"You understand the rules, right?" the old man asked, staring at Wang Zhong.

"Understood!" Wang Zhong nodded.

"My brother smokes cigarettes, and what he spits out is loneliness. The old man shook the cigarette gun in his hand.

"Don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend. Wang Zhong replied.

"I am a thief brother in society, and people don't talk much. The old man continued.

"Brother thief, pure man, iron-blooded real man. Wang Zhong replied again.

"You can stand on your fists, and you can walk on your arms. The old man said urgently.

"The ten female spears of the night emperor do not fall, and the chrysanthemums turn yellow and red in a hundred battles. Wang Zhong replied again.