"Bang, bang, bang..." With the first person kneeling, the rest seemed to follow suit. However, the sound of the bluestone slabs beneath their feet was so loud that Xiao Yu was worried about their knees.
But thinking about how these people just looked down on the twenty soldiers, as if they were the best in the world, and even with disdain and contempt in their eyes, he thought, what is this?
It’s okay to be a little more ruthless.
"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry for not welcoming you in person." As a dozen young men standing along the shore knelt down, a middle-aged man with a square face and a righteous look, who looked to be in his forties, wearing a golden crown, a vintage and exquisite robe, and dressed like an ancient, came flying down from the dozens of steps outside the magnificent building not far from the shore.
Following closely were four old men with gray hair, dressed in exquisite Tang suits, and with "dignified" faces.
Zhou Yanzhi looked at the newcomer indifferently, with a flash of sarcasm in his eyes.
He knew that Chinese ancient martial arts had been declining. After all, his grandfather had predicted when he was still alive that unless the ancient martial arts were to recruit more disciples and find a uniquely gifted person to inherit the art, they would eventually become obsolete and decline.
Nowadays, even those at the Earth level of Dark Energy are revered as elders. He had heard of this before, but this person had only just reached the Transformation Level, entering the Heavenly Level. He wasn't even considered a Grandmaster, yet it was as if he had attained immortality. Even the people below him were all looking down on him. No wonder the higher-ups had asked him to come and "take a look" in person.
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Xiao Yu looked at these people curiously, especially the middle-aged man who had just arrived. Apart from feeling a slightly stronger energy and blood from the other person, there seemed to be nothing else.
But why did the other party's "unyielding" eyes, "arrogant" posture, and dress, and the "as if humiliated" eyes and expressions of all the people here, give him the feeling that the person in front of him was the ancestor of earthly immortals who should be admired by everyone and not be despised, the owner of the ginseng fruit, Zhenyuan Daxian?
May you have endless blessings, Amitabha. He felt that he needed to eat some hawthorns to calm his nerves.
Xiao Yu →_→: ...Maybe he couldn't keep up with the world trend after being reborn. If such a plot were written in a novel, readers would definitely think that he forcibly lowered the intelligence of the supporting character!
But he can’t do anything about other people playing COS!
We have different values and it's obvious that we are not suitable to be friends.
In front of a group of people who were under Zhou Yanzhi's fierce pressure, Xiao Yu took out a few hawthorns.
But just as he put the hawthorn to his mouth, Zhou Yanzhi waved his hand and took it away.
Xiao Yu: Uh... sorry, is he getting carried away?
"Bang!" The 'Ancestor of Earthly Immortals' and his group of elders also knelt down.
Zhou Yanzhi played with the hawthorn in his hand and realized that it was a spiritual fruit. He frowned and said, "Hawthorns cannot be eaten casually." As he said that, he ate one himself.
Xiao Yu: ...
The 'Ancestor of Earthly Immortals' just knelt down, spat out a mouthful of blood, and wanted to say something.
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"Get up." Zhou Yanzhi spoke after eating a hawthorn.
In Chinese martial arts, the strong are respected.
A group of people who couldn't even withstand Zhou Yanzhi's pressure for a minute naturally didn't dare to say much at this moment. Moreover, the group led by the middle-aged man also saw that this person didn't want to listen to them at all.
The middle-aged man stood up immediately, quickly wiped the blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and quickly checked his body. He felt relieved after finding no internal injuries. However, the beads of sweat that continued to seep from his forehead were very telling.
It's winter now, and it's cloudy today. The temperature at the moment doesn't exceed ten degrees.
Compared to him, the four old men with hidden strength behind him had legs that were still trembling even when they stood up.
A golden note flew into the middle-aged man's arms. Before he could react, he heard a voice like thunder from the sky, "Thank you, Master Jin, for the invitation."
The middle-aged man's body shook, and fear flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, he finally understood the disparity. He also understood that the country's previous inaction on him was not because of any inheritance from the Jin family, but perhaps simply because of disdain.
Judging from the outward aura and lion roar of this person, he must be at least a grandmaster in the late Heavenly Stage.
Jin Chengzong wanted to speak, but found that he couldn't open his mouth at all.
Jin Chengzong: (⊙﹏⊙)!
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Zhou Yanzhi raised his hands, and a black mask and a golden mask appeared in his hands. This action once again shocked the Jin family's centuries-old rulers and made their eyes widen.
The secret of the sleeve! ?
No, it's impossible.
If he really has the world in his sleeve, then, what kind of cultivation level does that require?
However, they immediately remembered that the two people in front of them had just reported that they had flown directly from the Lake Center Pavilion. According to their family tradition, humans wanted to fly.
Warriors must reach the peak of enlightenment, or even the extraordinary realm.
Xuanmen needs to reach the peak of Jindan, but under normal circumstances, one must be Yuanying to fly.
But, is that possible?
It was said that even including the ancestors dug out from the ancestral tombs, the Xuanmen sect had no more than ten Golden Core cultivators in the past thousand years. Not to mention the warriors, in the past two thousand years, there were less than twenty who had reached the Xiantian stage.
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Xiao Yu took the golden mask Zhou Yanzhi handed over. It was very beautiful and felt like it was made of pure gold. Both masks were half-face masks, but he still felt that the black dragon head mask seemed cooler than the golden one.
Wearing the mask was not enough, the other party also took out a black cloak and a green cloak.
Jin Chengzong looked at Zhou Yanzhi's behavior and suddenly realized something. His face turned pale. His knees went weak and he almost fell to his knees again.
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