Peerless Taoist

In the face of several days of assassination, the whole ship was in danger. All the guards gathered together, but the place was empty.

Lu Yu didn't care. He just sat cross legged.

He didn't start to practice directly, but first summoned the Heavenly Emperor's armor.

When this armour was photographed at the auction, it was rusty, like an abandoned antique.

At that time, he was chased and killed by the immortal assassin of the assassination hall. That is, he survived by relying on the battle armor of the Heavenly Emperor.

At this time, the emperor's armor has completely shrouded Lu Yu. It is as thin as a cicada's wing, but very hard.

This is also the greatest guarantee for Lu Yu to dare to take over this task directly.

"Is it because I swallowed the ghost of Taiqian Heavenly Emperor? This Heavenly Emperor armor automatically recognized me as the Lord?" Lu Yu felt a little, and a golden armor immediately appeared around him.

This golden armor is also engraved with several golden dragon patterns, with a noble smell all over it.

Lu Yu tried to condense a knife Qi at his fingertips and drew a knife at the armor.

Poof!

The armor just made a light sound of gold and stone, and there was no movement.

Lu Yu was satisfied with the hardness.

"Next, it's time to impact the realm of the later stage of human immortality." Lu Yu breathed a few mouthfuls of the vitality of heaven and earth, and soon calmed down and immersed himself in his cultivation.

Although the small room is small, it is surprisingly quiet. It just gives Lu Yu a place to practice.

Time passes day by day.

The other side.

Because Guo Yingjie was in charge here, although he met several star thieves on the way, they were all defeated by Guo Yingjie's yushenzong.

Pei XiuXiu's heart worships Guo Yingjie more.

In the front yard hall.

"Brother Guo, this is the ginseng soup I cooked all night. It's hard for you these days." Pei XiuXiu took a group of maids and put a cup of ginseng soup next to Guo Yingjie with a smiling face.

Guo Yingjie smiled faintly: "thank you, sister Pei."

Their names are intimate during the day.

Even the attendants around felt that they matched each other very well.

We talked for a long time.

Pei XiuXiu blushed, bowed her head and said again, and carefully ran back to the backyard.

When Pei XiuXiu left, Guo Yingjie's face immediately cooled down.

As for the ginseng soup on the table, he threw it aside.

From the back of the hall, several people came out, all friars of feather gods brought by Guo Yingjie.

"Did you find the location of the treasure?" Guo Yingjie asked in a deep voice.

Several monks quickly knelt to the ground, and one of them said, "Pei Tianguang is too cautious. No one knows where the treasure is except him."

"Old fox!" a cold light flashed in Guo Yingjie's eyes: "after all, he was once the Shaoqing of Dali temple. I'm afraid we can't hide what we do from him."

The people were shocked, and one of the friars showed a fierce light: "Lord, do you want to take the opportunity to kill him!"

"Fool!" Guo Yingjie said coldly, "although Pei Tianguang lost his power, he was also a former imperial official, and behind him was the Minister of war Di Zhan. If we do it, we will definitely be used as scapegoats in the future!"

"Only take your time. His daughter is his weakness. If I can take his daughter, the treasure will fall on us sooner or later."

Another friar asked, "Lord, the centurion, do you need to guard against him?"