In the evening, Tang Xiaobao fulfilled his promise and personally cooked a sumptuous dinner to entertain the girls.
The little princess has gradually adapted to this way of dining. Now she no longer has any airs about her. When she dines with several maids, she doesn't feel that the price has dropped.
The food cooked by Tang Xiaobao is really delicious.
The girls ate with gusto, while Tang Xiaobao watched with satisfaction.
After dinner, the girls left, and Xiaoqin took Xiaomei with her.
Tang Xiaobao asked the little princess: "What are your plans next?"
The little princess sighed: "I don't know either, I was just going to ask you."
Tang Xiaobao said: "It's useless to ask me. I can't defeat them. Not to mention, I can't even find the location of your father. Didn't you tell me that there are three worshipers guarding the place where he retreats?
, they are all in the Ninth Level Immortal Realm, can I beat them?"
"That's right."
The little princess said: "Anyway, I will listen to you. You must promise me that you must rescue your father."
Tang Xiaobao nodded: "This is natural, and it is our responsibility."
As soon as he finished speaking, his face changed slightly and he shouted: "Who is it?"
"Boy, get out!"
A roar came from the yard.
Tang Xiaobao felt his energy and blood surge, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.
The little princess vomited blood directly.
It's a blessing, not a curse, but it's a curse that cannot be avoided.
It's okay not to go out. There is no place to hide. What is supposed to come will always come. Tang Xiaobao thought very clearly and led the little princess out of the house.
In the yard, a white-haired old man was staring at the two of them with burning eyes.
"Who are you?"
Tang Xiaobao was a little unfamiliar.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I'm here to take you away. Just be obedient and surrender to avoid suffering. What do you think?"
sweat……
Tang Xiaobao almost stopped laughing.
Damn, you are a typical pretender.
Aren't you just a seventh-level immortal?
What's so great about it?
You actually speak so arrogantly, do you really think that you are the best in the world and no one is your rival?
He has defeated all the fifth-level gods, but these seventh-level gods are nothing special.
Tang Xiaobao laughed: "What you said is really arrogant. If you want to take me away, you have to show your true skills. People who argue with each other are the ones I despise the most."
"Okay, if that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless."
The white-haired old man snorted coldly and struck out with his palm.
Tang Xiaobao felt that his whole body could not move. He was like a small boat in the stormy sea, and he could no longer control his life or death.
At this time, he finally felt a little scared.
It turns out that there is such a big difference between the fifth-level immortals and the seventh-level immortals.
Facing the fifth-level immortals, he still had a chance to take action, but now facing the seventh-level immortals, he had no chance at all.
If the other party is willing, he can slap himself to death with one palm.
In fact, in the practice system of the ancient continent, the sixth level in each great realm is a watershed.
In other words, there is a qualitative gap between the fifth grade and the sixth grade.
A sixth-level immortal can kill ten fifth-level immortals in an instant.
What's more, this white-haired old man is still a seventh-level immortal.
There are not many such masters in Crimson Gold City.
Tang Xiaobao's chaotic energy circulated crazily, and the mountain-like pressure slowly eased.
But he still couldn't move.
Moreover, the white-haired old man's hand had reached his throat.
In another thousandth of a second, he would be captured or killed.
Tang Xiaobao closed his eyes, feeling extremely regretful.
If you had known earlier, you would have struck first. There are still so many hot weapons in the ring, so you can take them off guard.
It's fine now, there's no chance to take action.
He accepted his fate.
When he thought that he might die, his mood became complicated.
It is such an injustice to die in this primitive continent.
There are still so many confidantes on earth, as well as their own sons and relatives...
The little princess had fainted and was seriously injured and was dying.
It seems that Tang Xiaobao and the little princess will no longer be able to escape this disaster today.
The Eighteenth Prince has almost controlled the Red Gold City, and countless masters are at his disposal.
The city lord is trapped, the national teacher is missing, and he probably has too much to take care of himself. Who can save them?
No need to think about it.
But miracles often happen at the last moment.
The white-haired old man had a contemptuous smile just now, but suddenly turned livid in the blink of an eye. He felt a fatal danger coming from behind.
No longer caring about catching Tang Xiaobao, he slapped his backhand, and at the same time, a bloody cloak appeared behind him.
This blood-colored cloak has runes flashing on it. It is an extremely powerful magic weapon.
It is also his life-saving treasure at the bottom of the box.
Snap!
A black shadow appeared behind him like a ghost.
The moment the palms came into contact, the black shadow stood still and did not move, but the white-haired old man was slapped back seven or eight steps.
With a sound, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The man in black wrapped his whole body tightly, and he followed him to the white-haired old man like a shadow, with a sword in his hand.
A very ordinary sword.
But no matter how ordinary a sword is, it is no longer ordinary in his hand.
A sword thrust out.
This move is also very simple.
It's like he doesn't understand sword skills at all.
But just such a sword made the white-haired old man's face change drastically and his expression became solemn.
It is no longer possible to escape.
He has been targeted by the man in black.
Only by fighting hard can there be a glimmer of hope.
But the other party is an eighth-level immortal.
He was ashamed of himself.
Although there was only a small realm difference, he could feel the power of the man in black, which seemed to be more powerful and dangerous than the ninth-level gods he usually encountered.
This feeling makes no sense, yet is so clear.
After just one encounter, he was injured, and quite seriously.
The next moment, the sword arrived.
It stung his red cloak.
Chi!
The red cloak shone with a super strong light, but it seemed to be made of paper, and it immediately tore apart.
The white-haired old man's face changed wildly.
He knows this cloak very well.
In the past, even nine levels of gods could not break through it, and they still used magical weapons.
But the eighth-level immortal in front of him actually broke through his cloak easily.
He was stunned for a moment.
The tip of the sword continued forward, instantly opening his body.
A surging immortal power entered his body.
The white-haired old man's body was shaking wildly, and his internal organs were completely shattered.
Even the Great Luo Immortal might not be able to save him.
The man in black sheathed his sword.
The body of the white-haired old man disappeared from the place as if naturally weathered.
The body is gone, and so is the soul.
die.
He cannot die any more.
Tang Xiaobao supported the little princess and looked dumbfounded.
So awesome.
Too tough.
He is obviously only an eighth-level immortal, but with this fighting power, he can kill the white-haired old man instantly.
There is only one level difference in this realm, is the gap actually so big?
The man in black takes off his hijab.
Suddenly, Tang Xiaobao's eyes widened and he exclaimed.