"The silver is given to you, speak quickly."

A man dressed in a thick-threaded cloth coat covered in patches threw out a few pieces of silver and urged impatiently.

The mustache on the stage suddenly lit up when he saw Yinzi, and hurriedly put down the tea in his hand.

"Ahem, it is said that after the immortal left, he left behind a lot of immortal magic ......"

He rolled his eyes, looked at the expressions of the people below, and then smiled.

"Now, most of them are left in an Immortal Sect!"

As soon as these words came out, many people's eyes showed a brilliance.

After all, in this world, life is materially good, and almost everyone has some illusions.

That is to seek immortality and immortality.

But with the world they live in, there is no chance to meet the immortals.

The mustache seized this opportunity and set up a special platform on the roof of this teahouse to tell him stories.

If it weren't for the fact that he met an immortal in the wild and killed people in the night sky a few years ago, I am afraid he would not have known so many secrets.

"This sect is called the Creation Immortal Sect!"

As he spoke, he paused.

Seeing that most of them were at a loss, he continued.

"Do you know where this immortal gate is located?"

The men were still staring at him blankly.

If the eyes of anticipation could turn into water, they might drown him inside.

But there was only one person, and when he heard the Immortal Trace of Creation, his body trembled.

"This Immortal Sect, is it located in Zhulu Mountain?"

The man in the robe spoke slowly, breaking the original quiet atmosphere.

The crowd looked back at him.

It seems like looking at a monster.

"How did he know?"

"Isn't this guy mortal either?"

Not only him, but the man on the stage also widened his eyes.

It took a while to react and smiled clumsily.

"That's natural, I didn't know that the immortal master arrived, I will make amends here first!"

Even if his expression was flattering, he couldn't resist the panic in his heart.

After all, he just made it up, how did he know that there was really an immortal sitting in the audience.

But if someone else gets angry, his life will be lost.

"I'm not an immortal."

The man in the white shirt defended himself.

"It's just that I happened to pass by over there, and I happened to find a martial arts master in a hurry."

After that, he reluctantly spread his hands and said that he was not so terrible.

The atmosphere around is much more relaxed.

"However, if I have money, I will definitely send my child to the Immortal Sect!"

"I don't know if the mountains accept us with mud legs."

"I really want to go and see it, even if it's to see what the immortals look like from afar!"

During this period, the top floor of the teahouse became lively again.

And this place is also the last place in the Kyushu Continent to know the existence of the Creation Immortal Sect.

Because Wu Changqing's own heritage is all left in it, in the Kyushu Continent, when it comes to the Creation Immortal Sect, everyone knows about it.

There is even a dynasty that is proud of making a disciple of the Immortal Sect.

So much so that no one dared to go to war when there were Immortal Sect disciples there.

With the expansion of its influence, the Immortal Sect also grew stronger.

"This is the fourth case today."

Not far from the teahouse, a slender Immortal Sect disciple said secretly in the alley.

In front of him, there was a corpse.

Blood spilled all over the ground, squirting scarlet liquid from his throat, and the heat from it rose and cooled like his soul.

If you look closely, the hands and feet of the man lying on the ground are still twitching slightly.

The light in the frightened eyes was constantly dissipating.

until it turns gray, and there is no fluctuation at all.

"Let's go!"

Suddenly, a group of officers and soldiers broke in.

Passing over the figure of the Immortal Sect disciple, he saw the corpse on the ground.

"What's going on!"

The leader of the group raised his eyebrows upside down, and said downwards from the corners of his eyes.

"Dare to kill people in my territory, it's a ......"

He stopped before he could finish his sentence.

The second half of the breath turned into a faint breath in the throat, and flew out with the nervous breathing!

"Take it and burn it."

The disciple's face was cold, and he put the token back on his waist.

"Otherwise, something big will happen."

After saying that, he swept easily, with a graceful posture, like a proud kitten, effortlessly jumped on the roof of a few feet high, and disappeared in an instant.

"Head, it's this kind of thing again......"

The officers and soldiers behind him whispered into the leader's ear.

The latter wiped a handful of cold sweat, waved his hand back with a serious face, and several people understood, and took out the tung oil torch with ease.

After a while, puffs of black smoke rose from the alley.

It smells very bad, and people from far and wide can't avoid it when they smell it.

It was not until it burned out and left a pile of black fly ash on the ground that the officers and soldiers left.

This is also happening all over Kyushu.

In a huge royal palace, a servant was running in a panic in the quiet garden.

"Stop."

Sitting firmly in the garden, the middle-aged man drinking tea said lightly.

But there was an indescribable domineering aura in his tone, so that the servant who reported the news almost fell to the ground without paying attention.

"What's the matter, panic."

This time, the man who drank the tea finally put down the teacup and turned his head to look at him.

The servant looked up, just staring at each other.

For the first time, I saw the true face of this adult.

Wearing an eight-clawed dragon robe, he is unabashedly extravagant.

Especially the pair of big eyes that are round like a dragon, which hide essence, and the face is like a lion, there are horizontal lines in the years, but the momentum is comparable to that of the year!

When he approached like this, he was like a male lion who was not angry and arrogant.

"It's urgent!"

Fortunately, it was not the first time the servant had seen it, so he immediately lowered his head and settled down.

A pair of large, warm hands patted him lightly on the shoulder, and took the letter away from his hand.

"Let's go down."

If the servant who had been released did not care to wipe his sweat, he immediately turned and left.

The man took the bamboo slip in his hand and returned to the position of the gazebo, opened it with one hand, and picked up the teacup with the other.

Click-

"Sure enough, I still did it."

The cup in the man's hand was crushed, but his tone was the same, and he said to himself.

"It's been getting tougher and harder lately......

He fastened the bamboo slip upside down on the smooth stone table and closed his eyes to recuperate.

If anyone sees the message, they will only think that it was written by someone.

But in the Beiliang Palace, how could the letter specially handed by the Creation Immortal Sect to Xu Xiao, the King of Beiliang, be fake?

Not only him, but also the Xuanyuan family, Shangyin School Palace and everyone else also received such letters.

The above content is the same, and they are all talking about the strange and harmful things of the recent Kyushu night.

And recently, there have been a lot of weird daytime harms.

In this regard, several major families gave up their convenience to help the disciples of the Immortal Sect clean up together.

In the letter, the information that was only given to Xu Xiao alone was still echoing in his mind.

"If it's true, it's terrible......"

He opened his eyes and pondered.