The clothes are not stained with dust, and the sword is not stained with blood.

Even if he was unsheathed, his sharp holes were used to capture the world, it did not make Zhao Wuyou really have any changes in his mood.

The girl in red is indeed amazing, but it is far from enough to make Zhao Wuyou change his willingness to go to Murong Villa with just such an "accident".

Liu Jin had no idea where he went at this time. Most of the time, as an eunuch, he was simply perfect. He was as inconspicuous as Zhao Wuyou's shadow, but it was absolutely unremarkable.

At this time, he was directly invisible in the darkness, preparing for Zhao Wuyou to observe the changes in the situation and make support after all changes occur.

The Murong family is deeply rooted in Jiangzhou City, with lush branches and leaves.

Even though Zhao Wuyou is the high position of the Jinyiwei tutor, he can't figure out how many trump cards and back-ups they have, but that doesn't matter, because he never needs to figure it out!

To betrayal, Zhao Wuyou has always been the style of acting.

...

There were many servants in Qingshan coming and going in front of Murong Villa. When they saw a person dressed up like Zhao Wuyou, they naturally felt very happy.

Not only did they go and call the manager of the village first, they also waited for the guests to come out early.

Although it sounds very snobbish, whoever wears what clothes and what temperament does he have.

These slaves from the great families have already developed a pair of golden eyes. Not to mention that they can see the origin of everyone, their general identity cannot be wrong.

Just looking at the sword and scabbard in Zhao Wuyou's hand is enough to buy a few good houses. There are not too many such people in the four southern states, so they can't help but be careful.

"Zhao Wuyou."

Without the intention of making things difficult for these servants, Zhao Wuyou expressed his name.

He is not a revolutionary, and he does not need a big move like a sentient being to deduce the path of the road for the time being, so he naturally will not randomly think about launching any revolution.

In this world where force is paramount, the so-called development of productivity may only make these lower-class people even more sad and nothing can be changed.

In the end, it depends on how far the martial arts path can develop.

When he heard this name, few of the Qingyi servants present were unfamiliar. They were frightened but dared not reveal them. They immediately came out and led the way for Zhao Wuyou.

A man trotted into the inner courtyard and informed the manager of the news.

The manager holding a huge jade ball in his hand. When he heard the news that Zhao Wuyou was coming, his expression moved but he quickly calmed down.

"Let's go, let's meet this true disciple of Wudang Zhenzong..."

The Murong family naturally has its own demeanor and cultivation. Even if Zhao Wuyou is so powerful, he still can't scare them. What's more, Zhao Wuyou is here alone, so he has no official identity.

This means there is room for discussion.

After all, although everyone knew that Zhao Wuyou was doing the previous incident, the actual executor was the Iron Hand, the magical capturer.

The birthday party took action, and his status was here. Zhao Wuyou killed three evildoers who violated the families of the Jinyiwei. Can he still say that he doesn't talk about the truth?

At that time, he had already shown his position as the envoy of the Nanzhen Fushi.

It can be said that every step he took at that birthday party was a choice after careful consideration. Even before coming to the Murong family, no one could say that he was wrong.

Therefore, when the manager of the Murong family can only go out to greet them according to the rules of the world.

He was able to be a manager in the Murong family and was once a famous figure in the Nanwulin world. As soon as the foundation of the innate peak appeared, Zhao Wuyou took a closer look.

However, it was just a look!

"Little old man, Murong Yan has met Taoist Master Zhao!"

Zhao Wuyou is really too young, but his identity is too unusual. Therefore, when these people are honored, they can only use the Xuanmen theory to deal with it.

Otherwise, when he had not revealed his identity, he would rashly expose his background and the anger that caused him, I am afraid that even the Murong family would not be able to save it, and no one would do such a stupid thing.

"Murong Yan, I have been relied on for a long time!"

Zhao Wuyou's expression was plain, and in a quiet voice, Murong Yan's pride of swordsmanship had become his pocket.

"It's a blessing for the old man to be able to get into the Taoist priest's ears!"

Haha, not telling whether it was true or false, Murong Yan waved his hand and was about to take Zhao Wuyou into the villa, at this time, a group of people came down from the mountain, which made Zhao Wuyou frown slightly.

"It's really been a long time since Jiang Daxia has seen him. Will he also come to participate in the Murong family's bride invitation gift this time?"

A voice with three points of heroism and a hint of flattery was heard.

Then a sound of peace came.

"I am also old and don't want to walk around, but I can't stand the dog's consolation several times. I think I'm so dull..."

"I can only come to the Murong family to ask for a place with an old face!"

Everyone knows that the Murong Family Recruitment Conference is not only about literary and martial arts, but also about commercial and agricultural affairs. All the heroes who can overcome many obstacles are human beings.

Even if they are not favored by the ladies of the Murong family, they are still a good match that many ladies are looking for, not to mention that those who perform outstandingly will be spread throughout the world.

This also made the Murong Family's bride recruitment conference an opportunity in the eyes of many young people and an opportunity to become famous all over the world!

‘Hero Jiang?’

When Zhao Wuyou heard this title, he paused, and the nameless sword in his hand whistled slightly, which attracted Murong Yan's eyes to the side.

‘What a perverse sword, I have never heard of this sword technique so amazing!’

"Master..."

The language of questions is a very different response.

"I met a disgusting guy. You Murong Shi family don't mind me dealing with the garbage, right?"

The black long sword suddenly unsheathed with Zhao Wuyou's intention, as if an invisible hand was holding and sweeping around Zhao Wuyou's body, and then a sharp sound rang out.

'call out!'

When Murong Yan saw such an absurd vision, she finally couldn't maintain her calm face, revealing her shocked look when she saw the myth!

"This is!!!"

...

“Buzz!”

The sound of breaking through the air came. When he was walking halfway through the Murong Villa, a man with a clear face and long beard and hanged chest was shocked.

‘What?’

Before I could think too much, I subconsciously started to take action for myself for years.

The powerful internal strength was in hand, and the face was still dull, as if something was worth mentioning.

‘That violent sound of breaking through the air is not a hidden weapon, or something... I'm afraid something has been lost inside the villa...’

While thinking, a cold light fell down, and a long sword made of black iron seemed to have a spirit, galloping directly towards his chest!

"What's this?!"

A scream came from his ears. The man subconsciously smiled, but his hands had already used his strength to succeed, and it seemed that a huge net covering the sky was transformed into the air.

‘It’s just a long sword without a man...’

Before my thoughts could be completed, I felt a chill in my heart and the pain came in an instant!

Immediately afterwards, all the strength in his body seemed to be pulled away.

Looking down, the "Invincible Throat Locking" that he had practiced for many years was useless. The sword that was completely black had already pierced into his heart!

"How could I die like this..."
Chapter completed!