The Legend of Mortal Killing Immortals

Chapter 829 Trouble 3
"Young and frivolous and ignorant, it's not your fault. It's the elders of your family who don't know how to discipline your disciples. It's sad!" Zhao Wuji sighed, there was no need to move at all. It hit Zhao Wuji two feet away from the door, and suddenly a faint blue light popped up in the air, turning back the original force!

The Golden Core cultivator was startled, and before he had time to dodge, he was thrown flying by the force of his punch. With a scream, he fell from the flying sword!

"Junior brother!" Seeing this, the rest of the people rushed forward angrily, except one who had the lowest cultivation level to save the Golden Core cultivator, the rest surrounded Zhao Wuji and planned to attack together.

"Wait!" At this moment, an old voice sounded, and then four arcs of light swept over from the distant sky, revealing the figures of four people.

The leader of these four people is an old man who is nearly sixty years old, his hair and beard are all white, and he is also the cultivator in the infant realm that Zhao Wuji sensed!

"Vice City Master, this person is sneaking around here and doesn't cooperate with us in our work. He even injured my sixth junior brother just now, and shot at Vice City Master to capture this suspicious guy!" Seeing this, several Gold Core cultivators saw this. , not daring to make mistakes, stepped aside, but the villain who was still filled with righteous indignation first filed a complaint.

"Deputy City Lord..." Zhao Wuji raised his eyebrows, and asked lightly: "Now in the land of human cultivation, is the city also used to divide power? It is no longer a sect faction?"

The white-browed old man looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what Zhao Wou-ki's cultivation was, but when he saw the Wang Pin flying sword under Zhao Wou-ki's feet, he felt his heart tremble.

In the world of cultivating immortals, the second rank is the highest, and perhaps the first rank magic weapon, some knowledgeable old guys can recognize it, but further up, relying on the ability of people in the world of cultivating immortals, it is impossible to comment on the level of production, so this old man is naturally not Know what grade the flying sword under Zao Wou-ki's feet is.

It's just...he felt a prehistoric aura from the flying sword, as if under the flying sword, he was like an ant standing at the foot of a mountain, and...the person who can possess this kind of magic weapon, himself Since he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation, the old man naturally didn't dare to neglect.

(End of this chapter)