Three days have passed in a hurry.

"Such a heavy rain. It seems to be ominous. Could it be that a storm is about to come?" Gu Yiyi has been aware of Zuo Wuzhou's terrible achievements in the past that shook the Ronghe area in the past few days. He was shocked, but he couldn't find it.

There is no boat left.

Just like a drop of water in a heavy rain, it gets mixed in and cannot be found. Gu Yiyi was anxious: "Brother Zuo, you must not come."

Liu Dongcheng frowned: "The rain came so suddenly and violently, it seems a bit like..."

Gu Yiyi silently lamented: "This Yu'er is not exactly like Brother Zuo, he is extremely violent and infinitely tough!"

Liudongcheng felt unhappy with his own thoughts, he fluttered his sleeves, and the heavy rain rolled back to both sides. However, the rain was continuous and endless. It rolled up one piece and sprinkled another piece, so he had no choice but to say: "Thousands of thunders fell,

The rain comes like thousands of peaks."

What a sudden summer rain.

In the Chongyun Palace, the gathering of husbands and wives in the past is going on.

It's hard to tell whether the sound of the rainstorm was too loud or whether everyone's voices were too weak. They were confused and confused, making it difficult to distinguish one from another.

The Husband's Association is an interest meeting of the nine major countries in a region. It has a relatively equal relationship with each other. It is actually different from the Grand Master's Association. Therefore, the main method of the Husband's Association is to compete in the hall, which is not as chaotic as the Grand Master's Association.

The Husband Association is a three-level competition, one is the Martial Lord, the other is the Martial Lord, and the other is the Martial Emperor. The Husband Association is often more naked, and it is nothing more than force that determines the division of interests. Whoever wins the game and has the highest rank can take the prize.

The greatest benefit.

The eight major countries each led twenty or thirty Martial Lords. Of course, this is not a game in the world. In the past, it was the Martial Lords' discussions and competitions. Poor Tansi, originally Jiuya's magic weapon to ensure victory in the Martial Lord-level competition, now

It doesn’t matter anymore.

Martial Lords are extremely important, just like in a small country, the number of ninth-grade can often determine the higher probability of giving birth to a Martial Lord. The more Martial Lords there are, the higher the chance of giving birth to a Martial Lord, which is often equal to a country's

The potential for continued dominance.

Therefore, the Martial Lord-level competition is often an extremely important link. This is because all countries have a clear understanding of the truth and understand that Martial Lord is the future and Martial Lord is the present.

The warriors fought continuously in the heavy rain, but this time, they did not receive much attention. Everyone looked somewhat dazed, looking outside the palace from time to time, as if they were waiting for something.

"Today I will meet my husband for a reunion. Will he come, and what unruly behavior will he do when he comes?"

Everyone has this thought in their hearts. Regardless of whether they are taking pleasure in others' misfortunes or whether they are filled with deep hatred, no one dares to look down on Zuo Wuzhou anymore.

A warrior who can defeat three great warriors and kill Wuman with dignity and dignity is worthy of the attention of every country. Especially. In the eyes of many people, Zuo Wuzhou is still an extremely bold, lawless and violent person.

Fire people.

"You deserve it, Chongyun. A good Martial Lord turned out to be such a quarrel. Otherwise, in tomorrow's battle between Martial Lords, Chongyun would have a great chance of winning."

Occasionally, someone would raise their head and look at the chief throne from the corner of their eyes, which was empty. There was no one on the nine cliffs.

Suddenly, a Wu Jun sang softly: "The clouds in the stream are just beginning to rise, the sun is sinking in the pavilion, and the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full."

"heavy rain."

Braving the heavy rain, he climbed up and looked far away. Zuo Wuzhou carefully stretched his hands, stretched them vertically and diagonally, and stared for a while. He had to be grateful for the days in the Soul Academy. In the Soul Academy, he not only learned the basics of soul cultivation, but also

Poetry, arithmetic, and other subjects!

This is fifty miles outside Sanmiao City, and dozens of miles to the east, there is a dock. A winding and rushing river has flowed here for thousands of years. Along the river bank, there are rolling mountains and dense forests. It is summer again,

It's when it's most lush.

A handful of details that had been picked up long ago were used as calculation chips. He squatted on the slippery grass and made calculations for a while. Because of his family's business, he was proficient in arithmetic. Zuo Wuzhou laughed with satisfaction: "

Sure enough, more knowledge can always come in handy at critical times."

He watched the river for a while, then looked at Sanmiao City, calculating the distance in his mind. He pondered, and swept towards the other side of the mountain. He swept to a place where the bushes were denser, lifted off the bushes, drilled into a hole, and looked at the Yaksha inside.

He shouted to Xiao Qingchen: "The direction is right, let's continue."

Digging all the way down the mountainside until the river water poured into the place.

Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen complained greatly. This kind of digging holes was really not what Lord Wu should do.

Although Wu Jun's digging efficiency is beyond imagination, the feeling of working with mud and water is something that no Wu Jun or even Wu Zun has ever tried. Of course, Zuo Wuzhou doesn't care whether what he does matches Wu Jun's taste.

Identity, he has no concept of identity in his mind, only strength.

Complaints are complaints. Xiao Qingchen and Yaksha still know that this battle is no small matter. If they don't dig, they will die, but if they dig, they will die. This battle is equivalent to Zuo Wuzhou fighting several Martial Lords and several Martial Emperors alone.

Let's talk about Lord Wu. Even if Emperor Wu went there, it would be a narrow escape situation. They would never want to encounter such a situation in their lives, but Zuo Wuzhou took the initiative to ask for a fight.

Fortunately, the heavy rain continued and the river water level rose a lot. Therefore, when the excavated mud was filled into the river bottom, not much could be seen.

Yasha and Xiao Qingchen admired Zuo Wuzhou very much for being able to disregard his own safety. The various methods of survival in a cup made Wujun never think of the instructions. "For the sake of pride, Wujun would rather die standing than to die standing up."

I don't want to roll into the muddy water and die.

"You go ahead, I have to make some arrangements." Zuo Wuzhou frankly admitted that he did not completely trust him.

The only person who can trust the key to escape is yourself.

Yaksha and Xiao Qingchen have no objection!

After secretly arranging things for a while, Zuo Wuzhou cleaned up and returned: "Human and blood, are you ready?"

Yasha pointed his finger, and a Wu Zun on the ground who was almost exactly the same as Zuo Wuzhou was restrained and struggled desperately in fear.

"Okay." Zuo Wuzhou took matters into his own hands. After comparing his own appearance, he fixed the hair of this martial lord and changed into a set of identical black clothes before smiling with satisfaction.

After cultivating Renhui and regaining his energy, Zuo Wuzhou glanced at Xiao Qingchen and retreated far away consciously.

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were majestic and filled with sincerity: "Yaksha, thank you."

Yaksha immediately panicked and hurriedly returned the greeting.

"The reason why I helped you seize the body that day was to have one more helper to snatch the longevity pills from the major sects." Zuo Wuzhou said calmly and calmly: "So, you succeeded in seizing the body, and I have no good intentions.

"I know, I don't care if you don't obey me. You have helped me many times in the past two years, but I won't take it to heart." Zuo Wuzhou looked indifferent. Bending down was a big gift: "But this time, it is for

My family, I must pay you a courtesy."

Yasha was shocked. This was the first time he saw Zuo Wuzhou being so humble.

After pondering for a long time, Zuo Wuzhou was speechless. At first he thought he was going to win the elixir in the sect, but unexpectedly, the situation developed unexpectedly. The Husband Association turned out to be a place to win the treasure. The situation he had to deal with was ten times more difficult than expected.

.

Zuo Wuzhou's fingertips moved slightly and said calmly: "When I go, I will almost be in a situation of death and no life. I expected it. I have to go for my mother's sake."

Yaksha was silent and respectful. The more he thought about it, the more he could not figure out Zuo Wuzhou. It was hard to predict that he was ruthless but also affectionate.

"This time, you don't have to accompany me to die. When I get the medicine, you can take it back to Xilin for me." Zuo Wuzhou endured his thoughts: "Take care of my family for me. Ten years. Only ten years.

"

"Whether I live or die, it only takes ten years."

Zuo Wuzhou's eyes were dark and fierce. Yaksha sighed in his heart: "I promise you, don't say ten years, it can be twenty years. By the heavens above, I, Yaksha, promise Zuo Wuzhou to protect his family."

, if I break my promise, I will not die well.

Zuo Wuzhou felt a hint of joy: "Okay!"

"I will return your life soul fire to you!"

The act of returning the fire of life and soul is not as painful as Yasha thought, but it is extremely pleasurable. It is just like the feeling of a torn soul being healed together again.

Both life-stealing souls and life-returning souls need to be refined through the art of sending spirits, so in today's world, Zuo Wuzhou is the only one who can do it.

Yaksha once again enjoyed the feeling of having a complete life and soul. He was so happy that he immediately crossed his legs and started thinking. He suddenly had a strange look: "Huh?.

On the first day of operation, Yaksha realized that the power of his life soul was much stronger than before, and it was also much purer, containing some unspeakable things. When his life soul activated the fake soul again, his cultivation speed was unexpectedly high.

Twice as fast as usual.

Yasha was overjoyed and told Zuo Wuzhou about this strange phenomenon. Zuo Wuzhou was shocked and thought to himself: "Is it because this fire of life and soul has contaminated something special about me?"

Throwing away distracting thoughts, Zuo Wuzhou gathered his mind and explained carefully again: "If you have the opportunity, you might as well teach my younger brothers and sisters."

"If I go here, regardless of life or death, I may be angry or vent my anger in Liudong City." Zuo Wuzhou has pride, but he is also meticulous. In the past few days, he has thought of all the situations: "So,

After you come back, you must move quickly and then live in seclusion."

Thinking about it, he has arranged the arrangements for his family very well. On the contrary, he has arranged too little for Xilin. He pondered briefly: "If I kill Liudong City, you might as well become the king of Xilin for me. If not,

, please teach the little emperor of Xilin to be extra careful, to surrender when you need to, to endure when you need to, and to leave a way out for the country's subjugation if you have no choice but to do so."

Yasha was suddenly moved. Normally, he really couldn't see Zuo Wuzhou's many clever tricks.

"But teach me not to die. If Xilin is destroyed today, I will make a comeback one day. I will teach Xilin to make a comeback. Zuo Wuzhou sighed: "It seems that I may still implicate Xilin after all, so it's best not to."

The carefully thought-out methods of properly pacifying Wu have all been told one after another, and Yaksha has certainly kept them in mind.

Zuo Wuzhou's words were not finished yet. It was the first time in his life that he said a lot of nonsense: "I have a few good friends, Chen Zongzhi from Xilin, Dao Qi, and Xu Gaocheng from Huoyuan. If something happens to me, they will be affected.

, you’d better find them together and protect them.”

It's hard to say that Dao Qi has disappeared long ago. But Chen Zongzhi and Xu Gaocheng will definitely be affected. If something happens to him, the Chen family's past record is too bad, and it is estimated that they will never tolerate Chen Zongzhi. If something happens to him, Xu Gaocheng

The Xu family where they live will be besieged and avenged by the Huoyuan family, and it will be difficult to survive.

All these things need to be carefully arranged. He is alone in the soul cultivation world, but he is never alone because he has relatives and friends. Whether he is dead or alive, he must consider other people.
To be continued...