The empress practiced in the city

Chapter 222
But the black-shirted policeman didn't say anything, and he has no right to take care of the gold-shirted policeman's affairs.

Even the four guards in the southeast, northwest, and north do not have this right. They belong to the black-shirted police officers, not the gold-shirted police officers.

"Do you know them?" Xianxian asked.

The black-shirted policeman quickly shook his head, "I've seen it, I know it, I'm not familiar with it."

He told the truth.

However, what the black-shirted policeman didn't know was that it had been more than half a year for Blue Star, and 2 years had passed in Shenwu Continent.

The immortal saw that the black-shirted policeman was only at the alchemy level, but now he heard the black-shirted policeman say that he actually knew the gold-clothed policeman from 2 years ago. For the immortal, one can imagine how shocked he was.

"I don't want to say more about them, so I'll leave." The black-shirted policeman said.

How could the black-shirted policeman not know that Xianxian was asking him for news, but what the black-shirted policeman did not expect was that the time flow between Blue Star and Shenwu Continent was completely different.

Xianxian nodded slightly, but she didn't stop the black-clothed policeman from leaving quickly. She frowned and watched the black-clothed policeman leave quickly.

Six doors, these are definitely the six doors of Emperor Wu.

If it is said that 2 years ago, the immortals could not be sure, but now, the immortals have already confirmed that it is the gold-clothed catcher and the black-shirted catcher with six doors.

Xianxian took a deep breath.

After the black-shirted policeman left quickly, she closed the pawn shop of the Moqi Immortal, and she was seen walking towards the backyard of the Moqi Immortal, and then entered a basement.

"Grandpa." Entering the basement, Xianxian called softly, and then walked down from above.

In the basement, an old man was sitting cross-legged on top of a block of ice. Upon closer inspection, this was clearly the same old man who had been raised before. However, another 2 years had passed, and there was not much time left for him.

Perhaps, after a few decades, or even a hundred, he will sit down here.

For a strong person, decades and hundreds of years are just a snap of the fingers, passing in the blink of an eye.

Xianxian appeared, and the old man raised his head slightly, "You are here."

"Grandpa." Xianxian walked quickly to the old man's side and said worriedly, "Grandpa, how long can you last?"

The elder Juren sighed slightly, and said with a wry smile: "Hundreds, at most a hundred, the heavens and the wheel are turning, the heavens will spare no one, and now I have reached this point."

Xianxian shook his head and said, "No, grandpa, maybe there is still hope."

"Hope?" The Juren old man shook his head, "Where does hope come from?"

"Like Emperor Wu?" Xianxian narrowed his eyes.

"Emperor Wu?" The old man frowned, "Emperor Wu, where do you go to find Emperor Wu now? It's been 2 years and I missed it once."

The immortal said: "The black-shirted policeman has appeared."

"What?" The old man Juren opened his eyes wide in an instant, "Hurry up, black shirt, where is it?" the old man Juren said excitedly.

What is the black-shirted catcher? It was the top power of the Wuhu Dynasty at the time. When the black-shirted catcher appeared, Emperor Wu must also appear.

"Just in the deserted city, today he came to our pawn shop and pawned two monster inner alchemy." Xianxian took a deep breath, "The most surprising thing is that he knew the inner alchemy of 2 years ago. A few golden shirts, hurry up."

"Those gold-clothed policemen were practicing at the Yuhuamen back then, but for some reason there was news all of a sudden, and now the black-clothed policemen reappeared, so we can't miss it anymore, Xianxian, come with me, go and see."

"Okay." Xianxian nodded.

(End of this chapter)