Zongwu: Give you a chance and get a 10,000 times critical hit return!

During the battle just now, she hid in the post station.

With her martial arts skills, hiding and praying for victory is the only way to survive.

She was terribly frightened.

So, when she saw Zhao Wuxian supporting Wang Yuyan and bringing Mu Wanqing back, she was so moved that she almost cried.

"I'm going to kill someone!"

Zhao Wuxian was filled with murderous intent.

Obviously, Zhao Wuxian was very angry!

These people have made their move again and again, and they still want to take advantage of the people around him. Do they really think of him as a soft persimmon?

So, he showed no mercy this time.

suddenly.

The white-haired old man appeared like a ghost, playing with the arrows refined by Yuan Shisan in his hand.

"Two more things left!"

The old man looked like a mummy in the candlelight.

The dry face seemed without flesh and blood, and the voice it made was hoarse and obscure.

Wang Yuyan, Mu Wanqing and A-Bi were so frightened that they cried out in surprise.

Zhao WuXian almost swung his sword at him.

Take a look at him.

Zhao Wuxian said speechlessly: "Senior, you are very scary!"

"Hey hey hey!"

The white-haired old man laughed strangely, went to the hall, picked up a jar of wine from the side of the counter, sat on a chair and started drinking.

"Who is this old senior?" Wang Yuyan asked a little curiously.

Zhao Wuxian exhaled and said, "Master of the Sword Tomb!"

The Lord of the Sword Tomb?

Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing were confused for a moment, then immediately reacted and exclaimed.

Only A-Bi was kept in the dark and didn't know what was going on.

"Actually, it's that, senior?" Mu Wanqing stuttered.

Who would have thought that this unprepossessing old man...

Is he the sword demon Dugu Qiubai who fought in hundreds of countries across the nine provinces and never lost a single battle a hundred years ago?

Zhao WuXian briefly recounted what had happened.

Dugu Qiubai buried his sword and went into seclusion, hoping to reach the legendary realm of martial immortals.

No matter what!

He was never able to overcome the last hurdle, and instead he became possessed and sat in meditation for a hundred years.

Until Zhao Wuxian was recognized by the Divine Condor, passed through the eight levels and nine gates set up by him, and met Dugu Qiubai.

Although Dugu Qiubai is still alive, he is a living dead who cannot move.

Coincidentally, Zhao Wuxian happened to have a pill on him that could save Dugu Qiubai.

That was the lower-grade heavenly grade [Purple Jade Ginseng King Pill] that burst out from Ah Zhu's body.

Zhao Wuxian used this pill in exchange for Dugu Qiubai's promise to do three things for him.

Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing were surprised.

A heavenly-grade elixir can only bring three things.

It sounds like a bit of a loss.

But Zhao Wuxian definitely made a lot of money.

Because these three things were promised by an unrivaled master who had already become a grandmaster a hundred years ago!

Zhao Wuxian comforted Wang Yuyan and the others, left the post station, and flew away on a crane.

Holding the Chixiao Sword in his hand, he fought in all directions all night and killed all those who escaped.

Even Zhui Ming, Xiao Jianseng and others tried to stop him, thinking that he should be handed over to the government.

He ignored it.

Hand it over to the government?

What a joke!

Within three days, they changed their names and surnames and continued to work for the man in Beijing to deal with me.

When the sky was about to brighten, Zhao Wuxian returned to the post station.

The new clothes he had just put on were stained with blood.

Dugu Qiubai was still drinking in the hall.

There were more than ten wine jars, each capable of holding ten kilograms, piled up around him.

Besides him, Cheng Yayu, Four Swords and One Knife Boys, Ling Xiaogu and Ling Shangyan from the Alliance were also present in the hall.

It’s just that these people are so powerful on weekdays.

Now no one dares to breathe.

When they saw Zhao Wuxian coming back, their eyes lit up, as if they had found their savior, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.

Chapter 48: Your Majesty, the Generous Prince, presents the [Ruthless] Snake Gallbladder, a hundred times the critical strike!

Post station!

Dugu Qiubai was drinking.

One cup after another, it seemed that what he was drinking was not wine, but water.

But how can a normal person drink water like this?

Cheng Yayu doesn't drink, but he has a junior brother who is addicted to alcohol, named Cui Lueshang.

Cui Liaoshang drank a thousand cups without getting drunk.

But in front of this old man, I'm afraid I have to admit defeat.

The ordinary white-haired old man made Cheng Yayu and the others dare not act rashly.

No one knows his origin, name, or temperament.

But they knew that this old man took the "Sad Arrow" and easily took off Yuan Shisanxian's head.

No matter how strong the vitality of a master is, he will die if he loses his head.

Faced with such a strong man, who would dare to move?

What if he dislikes someone? Wouldn't that be an unexpected disaster?

Cheng Yayu and the others sat there like wax figures all night.

This feeling is really uncomfortable.

Until Zhao Wuxian, his body stained with blood, returned on a crane, they finally breathed a sigh of relief as if they saw the light.

Obviously, in their opinion, this old man has a close relationship with Zhao Wuxian.

Cheng Yayu was very suspicious that it was this old man who saved Zhao Wuxian from drowning in Taihu Lake.

Then within a month.

Train him to be a congenital master.

This is not impossible.

Kyushu is vast, with hundreds of countries standing side by side.

There will always be some chosen ones who, like shooting stars, shine the most brilliantly for a period of time.

As Zhao Wuxian came back, Xiao Jianseng, Yang Jian, Xie Chaohua and others who had chased out last night also came back one after another.

They all had some injuries on their bodies.

"This is Xiao Huan Dan, one bottle for each person, to thank you for your help last night." Zhao Wuxian said.

"Shaolin Xiao Huan Dan?"

Xiao Jianseng was surprised.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuxian was so generous and directly gave a bottle of Xiao Huandan.

This kind of elixir is also effective for the innate.

He has quite a reputation in the world.

Even the Shaolin Temple would not send it out easily.

Last night, these people protected Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing and escaped first. Zhao Wuxian naturally saw it.

Compared with the safety of Wang Yuyan and Mu Wanqing, a mere bottle of Xiao Huan Dan is really not precious.

He added: "The county magistrate of Xiangyang has sent several doctors here. Those of you who have external or internal injuries, please treat them first."

Such a big battle took place at the post station, with over a hundred people killed and injured. How could the magistrate of Xiangyang County sleep well? He rushed to collect the bodies overnight.

After a little hesitation, everyone accepted the Xiaohuandan and thanked Zhao Wuxian one after another, and their favorable impression of him quickly increased.

Then, they each carefully took out a pill and took it to heal their wounds.

This pill is extremely precious to the martial artists who live on the edge of death. Sometimes one pill can save one's life.

Who doesn’t cherish it?

As for drug resistance, it is not within their consideration.