An unknown little town.

Zhao Zheng was wrapped in a black robe and walking alone on the street. There were many pedestrians on the street, who looked at him with surprise from time to time, and then subconsciously moved away from Zhao Zheng.

The sun was scorching. Although Zhao Zheng was wearing the "sun protection clothing" specially made by Lin Lang, the sunlight was too strong. Even though he was about to recover his four-star strength, he still felt uncomfortable all over.

He stopped and looked up, and saw Yuelai Inn.

Zhao Zheng shook his head slightly. He had seen countless Yuelai Inns in recent days and had become accustomed to it.

He walked into the inn, intending to avoid the hot sun and relax himself.

"Waiter, bring me a jar of raw chicken blood!"

Zhao Zheng sat at the middle table with his big horse and golden sword, and put a few ingots of silver on the table.

As the ruler of a country, he had no habit of paying for meals, whether during his lifetime or after his death. However, the chess master had explained these details and given them a lot of silver.

Helpless, he could only obey.

The waiter saw Zhao Zheng's strange attire and the endless aura he exuded in his every move, so he didn't dare to neglect him.

"Sir, do you want chicken blood?" he confirmed again.

Zhao Zheng nodded. "Yes, that's right. It would be even better if there was blood." He said seriously.

The waiter's heart trembled. Could this man be some evil person who kills people without blinking an eye and is extremely cruel?

But he didn't dare to ask, nor did he dare to disobey. He could only take the silver on the table with trembling hands, and then ran to the kitchen to give orders.

Nowadays, in troubled times, some martial artists use force to commit crimes, and the imperial court is unable to control them.

If he made someone unhappy, even if he was slapped to death, it would be in vain because no one would be willing to stand up for him.

Of course, some creatures named "heroes" might take care of it, but the probability is too small, so he doesn't dare to take the risk.

Soon, a jar of chicken blood was brought to the table. Zhao Zheng smelled the chicken blood in the jar and his face looked intoxicated.

"Ah...hahaha, I'm very satisfied. Go away!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

The waiter turned pale and quickly retreated.

Zhao Zheng held the jar and was about to eat it, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he paused slightly.

"Hmm... The chess master said that men should be elegant. There is some truth to this."

As he spoke, he looked around and accidentally saw a thin bamboo. His eyes lit up, and he sucked the Yin energy into his palm and instantly sucked the thin bamboo into his palm.

He inserted a thin bamboo stick into the jar and then sucked the chicken blood happily.

This scene was seen by the diners in the inn, who subconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Such a fierce man is rare in life.

In the corner of the inn, three men's pupils shrank when they saw this.

"Master, this man is very strange and he drinks raw blood. He must be a cruel person who kills people without mercy. Do you want us?"

A bearded man gestured with a fierce look in his eyes.

Beside him, a man shook his head slightly.

The man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a light yellow shirt, with a long sword hanging from his waist. He had a handsome face and was elegant and carefree.

He said softly, "The Qi he just used was extremely strange. It gave me a chill. If we were to fight, we might not be his match."

At this time, a slightly fat man with a very eye-catching mustache spoke next to him.

"No, no, sir, the way he's dressed has nothing to do with any of the famous martial arts masters in the martial arts world.

If this person's skills are really so amazing, how come he is unknown in the world?

In my opinion, this person is definitely bluffing."

The man shook his head, looking as if he had a clear idea.

The handsome man was about to scold the other person to avoid being heard by that person, but a series of noisy sounds coming from outside the inn made him choose to wait and see.

"Xingxiu Old Immortal, his magical powers are boundless."

"Xingxiu Old Immortal, his magical powers are boundless."

Outside the inn, a group of people from all walks of life held up flags and shouted loudly.

Among them, several people were carrying a large sedan chair. An old man with flowing silver hair was sitting on it, slowly waving a Xiaoyao fan in his hand.

"Xingxiu Old Monster, Ding Chunqiu!" The handsome man's eyes focused.

At this time, Ding Chunqiu looked relaxed, with a faint smile on his lips. He was so addicted to the shouts of his disciples that he could not extricate himself.

Suddenly, he sniffed, turned his head to look at Zhao Zheng in the inn next to him, and smiled slightly.

"Hahaha, interesting."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, flew in front of Zhao Zheng, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Boy, you're pretty good. Even from a distance, I could sense the coldness all over your body. You even drank blood raw. I guess you practiced some incomplete martial arts that harmed your body!

So, you take me as your master, and I will teach you advanced martial arts to save you from all suffering. What do you think?"

Ding Chunqiu had an unfathomable look on his face, and he waved his Xiaoyao fan lightly, looking like an accomplished Taoist master.

Zhao Zheng raised his head slightly, his face covered by the black cloth full of teasing.

"Haha, accept me as your disciple?"

When Ding Chunqiu heard this powerful voice, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

I'm a widow? Why does this sound a bit retro?

But the words have been spoken, and it would be too embarrassing to show weakness at this moment.

So he could only bite the bullet and continue smiling: "That's right, if you don't agree, I will just think that we are not destined to be together and will not force you."

The moment he said this, he had already revealed a hint of information.

If you don't agree, I won't provoke you. Let's give each other face and live in peace.

But man proposes, God disposes. Zhaixingzi, who was behind Ding Chunqiu, suddenly stepped forward and slammed the table and said arrogantly.

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