But it was just a few sips and then put down the chopsticks, just picked up the sake on the table and drank it, although the wine entrance was sweet and beautiful, but it really lacked a little bit of sweetness, which was not what Zhao Xianzong liked.

At this moment, there are dozens of tables in the hall, and there are already five or six tables with diners. Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice at a big table next door: "This fish is a specialty of Zhugou Mountain in the south, thousands of miles away from here, how can it be transported, isn't your store a lie?"

When Zhao Xianzong heard this, he saw that it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a green dress, and there were several yellow-clothed companions sitting together. Among them was another woman, who was dressed in a purple shirt, and her face was veiled, but she didn't see her appearance, but her neck was white and snowy.

The shopkeeper smiled at this time: "What this guest officer said is, but you don't know, a hundred years ago, this fish was indeed unique to Zhugou Mountain in the south, but later Qingyunmen Dao Xuanzhen passed by Zhugou Mountain, and specially moved this fish back, and put it in the Hongchuan of Qingyun Mountain Yin, which has not only survived, but also gradually flourished." We all rely on the blessings of the Dao Xuan Immortals on Qingyun Mountain to have this blessing!"

Listening to this familiar answer and looking at the clothes of the two of them, Zhao Xianzong already knew that these two people were not surprisingly one of the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect, "Vermilion Bird" and Baguio. It's just that I never thought of such a chance encounter. Since this is the case, the Qingyun people should also be here, so they looked sideways.

Sure enough, there were several men and women sitting at the end of a table not far from Baguio, all of them were dressed in light cyan thin shirts, and the workmanship was exquisite, and one of the women was dressed in white and had a beautiful face, but she was on par with that Baguio.

As soon as his eyes touched back, Zhao Xianzong didn't have the mind to calculate these people at all, his plan in this plane was very clear, the first to resurrect the beast god, let the beast god kill all the creatures on his behalf, consume and even severely damage Dao Xuan, and finally kill it by himself. Second, let the ghost king's four spirit blood arrays appear in advance, and let the ghost king destroy the world on his behalf. Of course, this is difficult, after all, Dao Xuan can be regarded as the top existence of this face, and it is expected to be slightly better than Zhang Xiaofan, the master of the two exercises of the Five Heavenly Books.

But as long as you can complete one of these two things in advance, this plane will definitely collapse, and you don't have to calculate anything one by one.

The intrigue between the two planes for decades is really tiring, and Zhao Xianzong is only thinking about finding a sword that can be used at the moment, turning back to the jungle hut for a period of time to cultivate himself, and then making a plot.

This world may be very deep, and it is incredible, if nothing else, except that there are demons in this world. It is really unreasonable for such a low-level cultivation plane to have a genuine monster!

It's just that Zhao Xianzong ignores others, and it doesn't mean that others won't come to provoke you.

"Hey, why don't you eat the food when you order, do you also think that this fish is a fool? ”

Looking sideways, it was Baguio who was in green clothes, and he was looking at himself with a sure look at him at the moment. Baguio's voice was not small, and suddenly the people of Qingyunmen also looked at this side.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Zhao Xianzong suddenly felt bored, and he didn't answer without answering, and walked towards the door. Now that you have a goal, why bother to entangle with these sons of luck.

"Aunt You, you see this person is so rude!" the crisp voice of the green-shirted girl sounded.

"Yao'er must not be rude! We will not take care of other people's affairs. The purple-shirted woman spoke angrily, but she just looked at Zhao Xianzong's back, and the essence in her eyes flashed.

"Oh. I knew" and then I didn't know what to think of, and I smiled, like a flower blooming, beautiful and unparalleled.

Seeing that there was no excitement to see, everyone in Qingyunmen also retracted their gaze and eliminated the food on the table. During his time in Dazhufeng, he has always been Zhang Xiaofan's chef, and his skills are naturally extraordinary, and he was really stunned by his insights into food. I was also surprised that this fellow disciple who was usually wooden and rarely spoken, still had such a side.

Zhao Xianzong went straight to the west of the city out of Shanhaiyuan, and had already asked Xiao Erdian just now, there are a lot of weapons shops in this Heyang City, but the most famous is the Sword Casting Pavilion in the west of the city, this pavilion is not a sect, but the craftsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and it is called the pavilion.

Just half an hour before the line, a two-story pavilion appeared in front of me, only to see three big characters on the lintel 'Casting Sword Pavilion' and a couplet next to it'Tianding cares for the Yin and Yang Sword, and the ghost axe chisels open the chaos pool'.

Seeing that Zhao Xianzong's state of mind was not tight, he shook his head, all swords are just swords, and even the magic weapons of the people in Qingyunmen are not comparable, and he dares to be this couplet.

When he entered the store, no one greeted him, so Zhao Xianzong took care of himself and looked at the Sword Casting Pavilion that was full of various swords on all sides. A long sword with a blue body came into view, the sword body was bright and luxurious, the sword was three feet three inches long, and the sword body was no more than three inches thick.

Flick the sword body, and the sword body buzzed, 'I'll call you Zhanlu in the future'.

It's just that this is destined to be a mortal sword, and with his own cultivation as an all-out force, it is estimated that this sword will be broken inch by inch under one blow.

But I'm just asking for a sword in the sky.,It's okay to reluctantly do it.,As for the material level, it's okay.,In the future, you'll always meet your favorite sword.,It's not too late to care about it.。

After settling the bill with the money and silk he had received, Zhao Xianzong's waist hung a sharp blade again, no longer lingered, and went towards the east of the city, and his dense forest hut was in the dense forest behind Yizhuang in the east of Heyang City.

After returning to the hut, it was a few days that flew by in a flash.

~Hmm~ A figure shot from the sky, the speed was countless times faster than that of the eagle falcon to prey, and from top to bottom there was a burst of sound of cracking the sky, and the birds and beasts in the forest were so frightened that they were crawling on the ground and trembling.

~Boom~ The figure stopped abruptly when it was about to hit the ground. He stopped less than a few feet from the ground and stood out of thin air. It's just that the powerful air currents brought by the rapid movement are raging in all directions, and the fallen leaves on the ground are all blown up and go in all directions, and the dozens of hundred-year-old trees close to the figure are shaking for a while.

This is exactly Zhao Xianzong, who is familiar with this kind of imperial means, with Zhan Lu in hand, Zhao Xianzong is confident that it will be easy to move a thousand miles a day. Isn't this kind of way of coming and going, looking down on the sky, what he has always dreamed of?

It is also in the forest hut for more than a month, one is familiar with cultivation, and the other is to regulate the state of mind.

One day, a cyan blue sword light rose from the forest, and the lightning shot swept through the sky, heading towards the extreme east. Tens of thousands of people in Heyang City were amazed, guessing which Qingyun master passed through here.