When Zishou saw the figure that he hadn't seen for ten years but didn't seem to have changed much, the joy of the rest of his life, the grief of worrying about his father, the longing and relaxation of seeing his master, the weakness of his body's empty qi, and the pain in his left shoulder poured out together, which was really mixed. The resolute young man's eyes instantly flashed with tears, Wu Zhiqi flashed back to the edge of the pool after the killing, covered Zishou's shoulder with one hand, and a drop of Xuanxuan Vortex divine water seeped into the wound in his hand, helping him to connect the broken bone meridians and remove the bruises.

The young man's vocal cords cried: "Master, it doesn't matter to me, you go and see if your uncle and Jiang Yi are okay." As he spoke, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the bright red and warm blood slowly seeped into the snow in front of him, mixing with the snow water.

Wu Zhiqi just nodded, did not speak, stretched out his left hand and touched his chest, injected a true qi into the sub-receptor to help him comb the meridians, and then gently wiped away the tears on the young man's face with his right hand, and returned to the bamboo house in an instant.

He first glanced at the woman in the goose yellow shirt, the girl was originally very alert to this strange gray-clothed man who suddenly appeared in the room, but the spirit moved, and then recognized this master who had heard her husband mention it many times but had never met her, stood up and cried and asked, "Is it the master?"

After Wu Zhiqi confirmed that Jiang Yi was not injured, he squatted down in front of Bigan, looked at the young royal brother who was pale and bleeding from the back of his waist, stretched out a hand to stop the bleeding, and said in a hoarse voice: "Outside the hospital, it's okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, the girl, who had been frightened too much that night, bravely pulled up her legs, which had been paralyzed by nervousness and fear, and limped out of the house to take care of her husband.

Wu Zhiqi carefully examined Bigan's wound and found that although there was a poison that entered his body, the drop of Xuanvortex Divine Water that he had given to Bigan had already been detoxified, so the bleeding in the liver had not only become the biggest problem.

Bigan was really hard, and he didn't say a word until he saw Wu Zhiqi's figure. Wu Zhiqi carefully used the Xuan Vortex Divine Water to help him seal the bleeding of every fine blood vessel. It seems that a long time has passed since Bigan was injured, but in fact, the son was killed by the housekeeper and the eunuch, and then he fought with the archers, and Wu Zhiqi killed the archers, but it was just a few breaths of time. In addition, the sub-victim reacted extremely quickly, and the assassin's knife was only half of the body. So Wu Zhiqi still has time to rescue. If Zi Shou reacted more slowly and he came out of the customs later, the gods would not be able to save this young man.

Bigan with a sad face felt that the terrifying feeling of the blood being drained in his body gradually disappeared, but a cool aura swam, making him feel comfortable, and he was about to faint because of relief, and he was clear, and said with a wry smile: "I'm tired of Mr. Wu." ”

Wu Zhiqi shook his head lightly, carefully carried the pale young man on his back, and walked towards the outside of the courtyard.

Zishou had already stood up with Jiang Yi's support, and the master and apprentice looked at each other, although they hadn't seen each other for ten years, they had a tacit understanding and self-sufficiency. Zishou, who had already wiped away his tears, took the big hand stretched out by the master, and only gently spit out the words: "Zhuhuang Palace." ”

The four of them disappeared in an instant, and a gray shadow rose from the ground with heavy snow, flying straight towards the song city.

The fiery palace walls of Zhuhuang Palace were wrapped in white snow, quiet and beautiful, but this tranquility was broken by the sudden appearance of four figures, Bigan lay on Wu Zhiqi's back, looking at Jiang Yi, who had been frightened repeatedly all night, and could barely maintain his composure after landing after being taken into the air. A smile of relief appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Only such a woman who has a calm atmosphere in the face of major events can mother me to the territory of the great business!

His gaze moved to the closed palace gate of Zhuhuang Palace, and a monstrous anger in his chest that he had never felt since he was born spontaneously.

No matter what kind of rebel and thief you are, you will be buried under the snow tonight!

Wu Zhiqi looked at the three-zhang tall sturdy palace gate with an expressionless face, his right hand clenched into a fist and handed it out straight, and the seemingly calm and unsightly fist smashed on the palace gate made of red copper brought from the bottom of Tiannan Volcano. There was a loud "boom".

The five-hundred-year-old solid palace gate shattered in response, revealing a group of armor soldiers on both sides of the white marble steps in the rear, like facing the enemy. At the end of the jade steps, there were two people standing.

One of them had white hair, a thin but unusually tall body, and a slender dragon head cane in his hand. One was short and sturdy, shrouded in bronze armor, and held a bronze Changge that was as tall as the two of them.

At this time, Zi Shou had already left Jiang Yi's support, ignoring the soldiers and horses on both sides, and walked to the center of the long jade staircase in the lead. The armor soldiers on both sides retreated and gathered like a tide, and many of them trembled slightly, barely holding the weapons in their hands.

The young man who was dressed in a crimson shirt and couldn't really see the blood on his shoulders stood proudly, and his long hair, which was tightly tied up by his wife after spreading out on the top of Yunmeng Mountain, spread out again with the wind. Zi Shou had a true qi around him that bounced away the snowflakes and stood around him in a vacuum ball.

The young man who was full of anger saw the two people at the end of the jade steps, and his anger was even stronger: "Ancestral Marquis, Tao Shuai?"

At the end of the long staircase, the two bowed slightly.

Zishou shouted violently, like a thunderbolt in the palace, and the old man said: "Zu Bao! You are already a veteran of the Three Dynasties, and my father has named you a marquis, and you are ranked with the sage Yiyin, and only a few people in the five hundred years of the Great Shang have this honor." Taishi Wen Zhong is in the outer court to subdue the barbarians, and the inner court will respect you as the elder, just wait for me to ascend the throne, you will be the first minister of the Great Shang who assisted the emperor of the Four Dynasties. ”

Zishou pointed to the short and fat middle-aged man to the right with one hand: "Tao Bei, as my great merchant captain, you command the soldiers and horses of Kyushu, and you are the commander of all armies, so you are pointing at the dignified Shouwang with the front of the army to feed the lonely big businessman?"

After the young man drank heavily, he suddenly smiled, this extreme change in mood made the two people on the stage seem to know this boy for the first time, Tao Bei looked at Zishou's smiling face, and there was a chill that soaked in the bone marrow and slowly rose. After Zi was burdened with both hands, his tone was gentle but with a hint of regret: "The archer at the peak of the Mahayana is your own brother Tao Nan, right? ”

"He has been out for 20 years and has made outstanding achievements, and he can receive the high position of Dazai just by waiting for him to return to the court, and then what a glory it will be for the two brothers to be listed as the third duke?"

It's a pity he can't wait. ”

"It's a pity that after this heavy snowfall, my big business has no Tao family. ”

The swarthy right hand of the middle-aged man on the jade steps held the bronze Changge tightly, and indifferently took out the mask hanging from his waist to cover his face, and a tear flowed from nowhere to be seen.

The old man's face was gloomy, obviously he couldn't imagine that he was only one step away from ascending to the immortal, and he was a long-range sniper to the great general Tao Nan, who had never missed, and he actually failed to kill this sixteen-year-old boy when Lian Bu took the lead. It's just that the voice is cold and gritted his teeth: "Prince Shou was guilty of rebellion, plotted against and killed Emperor Yi in an attempt to usurp the throne, all the armor soldiers, those who took the head of the rebel thief, sealed ten thousand households, ten thousand gold, and rewarded ten thousand hectares!"

Tao Bei Changge, who had been silent, pointed directly at Zishou and shouted: "Kill!"

On both sides of the jade steps, thousands of people hold the ge, thousands of people raise shields, and thousands of people bend bows.

Three thousand people shouted in unison: "Kill!"

Rushing to the sky and killing the formation through the song.

Zishou clenched his hands into fists, and as soon as he shook his red sleeves, he was going to kill first.

A deep voice came from behind him, some remembered the familiar young man in front of him in red, some sighed that Jiang Yi's little woman followed her husband to face the three thousand iron armor without fear, and some felt sorry for the seriously injured young man on his back who fell in front of him in a few hairs, ignoring the past white hair without looking closely.

He sighed silently, stood in front of Zi Shou and said lightly:

"Newlywed Yan'er, if you can't protect your wife, how can you be called a hero?"

"If you can't protect your loved ones from harm, how can you be the head of a country to protect all the people of the world?"

"Zishou, I will take advantage of this heavy snow tonight to let you see what immortal means are. ”

A majestic gray-clothed figure put down the weak Bigan on his back and handed it to Zi Shou, who was excited and red.

Zishou hugged his wife tightly, supported his uncle Bigan, and looked at the master with wide eyes.

Zu Bao's eyes widened, looking at the gray-clothed man who had thought he was a servant of the palace, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

Wu Zhiqi's rickety figure stood with his chest stretched out and his head raised, as if a pair of iron shoulders were bearing the wind and snow and the arrows that flew like pouring rain.

When this majestic man squinted, the monstrous murderous aura condensed by the countless years of slaughter by the flood and wilderness burst forth, filling the heavens and the earth!

Straight and domineering crushed the courage that the three thousand armorers had just mentioned.

Three million snows fell in the sky, and I only took one feather to kill a thousand people.

Kill 3,000 armor!

A snowflake shaped like a crane feather fell in front of Wu Zhiqi's eyes, and his hand was suddenly covered with a layer of dark blue water film, and he gently stretched out his fingers to clamp the snowflake, and the snowflake turned from snow white to dark blue.

From a white snow to a murderous ice feather.

In the snap of a finger, the ice feather disappeared.

The arrows flying from the sky suddenly stopped, and the wind and snow also stopped suddenly, and only an ice blue crane feather shuttled around, passing through the throats of all the armorers, and seeing the blood freezing blood, the throat was sealed in an instant.

The three thousand people all died with a blood line broken in their throats, and the short and stout general at the end of the jade staircase was covered in broken armor, and fell to the ground with an ice feather stuck straight in his eyebrows, his eyes widened, and he couldn't blink to death.

A gray robe floated in front of the decadent old man sitting on the ground.

Take him back to the feet of the young man in red.

The old man's eyes trembled, and he muttered: "The old man is fortunate to have seen the powerful people of the Earth Immortal Realm make a move, even if he can kill a thousand troops and then drift away, it is impossible to wave such a feat, I even have a record of immortals who are unwilling to flee being besieged and killed by armor, how can someone kill three thousand people so easily?"

"You...... Who are you?" the cloaked old minister's eyes were cloudy and there was a hint of madness in his eyes, and he looked up at Wu Zhiqi.

Zi Shou just came back to his senses from the shocking scene before, and sneered: "I am the master of the Ancient Vortex Divine Palace, Wu Zhiqi. ”

"This is my master's use of immortal mana to apply the quasi-holy hand. ”

"Kill 3,000 people with a snow feather!"