The empress practiced in the city

Chapter 29 The Strong Have No Crisis

Brush brush! ! !
Sword unsheathed.

As soon as they heard that an enemy appeared, these warriors quickly drew their sharp knives from their sheaths, with vigilant expressions on their faces.

"You guys follow me to protect the pavilion master, and the others stay here. Once someone appears, control them immediately. If the situation is critical, you don't need to keep alive." Xue Baogui said decisively with a fierce face.

After finishing speaking, Xue Baogui rushed into the Medicine Pavilion.

The second floor of Xintang Medicine Pavilion.

In the alchemy room.

Wu Zhao sat cross-legged on the stone bed in an antique-style yellow robe, her eyes were closed tightly, and she was holding different handprints with both hands, as if she was practicing some kind of magical skill.

Accustomed to wearing ancient costumes, Wu Zhao is a little uncomfortable with modern costumes. Relatively speaking, she prefers to wear ancient costumes compared to modern ones.

Not far in front of Wu Zhao, there was a four-legged alchemy cauldron. Below the alchemy cauldron, a golden flame was burning.

If anyone is here, they will be so shocked that they can't speak. You know, which alchemist is not concentrating on alchemy, wholeheartedly, for fear of failure, and Wu Zhao can practice alchemy at the same time, it is really terrifying!
Suddenly, Wu Zhao opened his eyes quickly, and a fierce spirit shot out.

"Come out." Wu Zhao said calmly to the place where the door was.

Strangely, there was no one at the door.

Likewise, there is no sign of sound.

There was neither sadness nor joy on Wu Zhao's face, as if he was talking to himself, "It's already here, why, do you still want me to invite you out? Or is the way of killing people in Xueshalou always like this?"

After Wu Zhao's words fell, a gloomy laugh sounded out.

"Hahaha!"

I saw an old man in black clothes appearing next to him. The black clothes on the old man and the bloody tall building already showed his identity.

"Sure enough, I can see through the old man's invisibility." The old man narrowed his eyes, "However, that's all."

"Hmph, little skill." Wu Zhao sneered.

Hearing Wu Zhao's words, the old man was furious. This was his natal magical power. Since he broke through the innate realm, no one has ever dared to say that his magical power is just a trivial skill.

"Do you know that this is the supernatural power that this old man achieved innate realm comprehension?" The old man said gloomyly.

"However, the Xiantian realm is too weak, and the so-called supernatural powers are even weaker." Wu Zhao dismissed it with disdain. What Wu Zhao said was the truth, the supernatural powers comprehended by the old man were similar to those of the Yellow Realm. A long time ago, when Li Shimin ruled the world, she I have seen some strangers in Fusang use this hidden technique.

"No matter how weak you are, no matter how small you are, it can kill you." The old man couldn't bear it anymore, and took two steps towards Wu Zhao, "Aren't you afraid of me, or don't you know that the crisis has fallen on you, I am a monk of the innate realm." The old man Looking at Wu Zhao with a grim face, he said.

Especially when he saw Wu Zhao sitting cross-legged on the stone bed and looking indifferent, the old man was even more angry.

So frustrating!

"Hehe." Wu Zhao smiled disdainfully, "Is the Xiantian Realm very powerful? Crisis will only come to the weak, and I am not a weak person from the beginning. All crises are broken with fists."

"Then I want to see how hard your fist is." After finishing speaking, the old man shot directly.

Wu Zhao shook his head, "I never said that I must use fists. I use fire."

While speaking, Wu Zhao stretched out his left hand, and the fire under the cauldron flew out quickly.

The old man's hand touched the flame, and in an instant, even the flesh of his hand burned.

(End of this chapter)