Cultivation No.1 Dating Agency

Heaven.

The Immortal Palm Fate returned from the catastrophe, and his practice has been promoted to a higher level. Now he has been named the Immortal Palm Fate, and he is also the youngest immortal in Shangzhongtian.

For a while, there were countless immortals who came to pay respects at the entrance of the Marriage Hall, but Hu Chi shut the door behind them on the grounds of recuperating his body.Xuan Suanzi was one of the special cases. He only stopped at the entrance of the Marriage Palace, and immediately the little fairy fox who led the way respectfully welcomed him in.

Hu Chi was leaning against the Marriage Tree with his legs crossed and dozed off, while Ah Zhen, whom he had brought over from the lower world, consciously climbed on the branches of the Marriage Tree, not seeing people very much.

Xuan Suanzi didn't make jokes with Hu Chi this time, but said in a low voice, "I heard the emperor said that you have three drops of blood from your daughter, why don't you know?"

Hu Chi closed his eyes and replied lazily. He originally wanted to find Miss Liu Ye's father, Mo Wen, but since he doubted why he didn't know, he was worried that he would startle the snake and didn't make any more moves.

After receiving Hu Chi's answer, Xuan Suanzi hurriedly reached out his hand: "Use it for me."

Hu Chi took out the small bottle from his arms and threw it into his arms, without opening his eyes the whole time and even yawned.

Xuan Suanzi knew at a glance that this was indeed He Bu's blood. After carefully putting it away, seeing Hu Chi's listless look, he still couldn't help but stepped forward and kicked him: "We are busy behind the scenes. You can't even stop, but you've been looking like you're dying since you came back!"

"What are you doing, what are you doing!" Hu Chi dodged before Xuan Suanzi's kick hit him, opened his eyes and said dissatisfiedly, "I closed my eyes and you really thought I was sleeping, besides, I watched this There is no difference between Zhongtian and me before I left, and I didn't see where you were busy."

"Yo! Is there still something serious in your old eyes?" Xuan Suanzi deliberately mocked him, "I thought you were so fascinated by wanting to get married."

Hu Chi was annoyed by what he said, "You are also the ancestors of heaven, so don't peek at other people's privacy all the time!"

"Are you shy?" Xuan Suanzi smiled, "I can see Immortal Zong Yuan's shy appearance in my lifetime, it's really not in vain."

Hu Chi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and disappeared directly in front of him, and went to hide in the venerable swordsman's place.

Xuan Shuanzi said that they were all too busy to stop, and they probably didn't have a swordsman, after all, the swordsman has always been too lazy to do such things behind the scenes, and he relied on absolute strength.

After Hu Chi passed by, he took out one of the ten thousand swords floating in the air, walked up to the venerable swordsman, and slashed wildly.

The venerable swordsman couldn't bear to look directly at the cut, but he didn't want to waste his tongue.

Hu Chi likes swords, but he really has no talent for swordsmanship.

Seeing Hu Chi's gesture of chopping for half an hour and still not stopping, the venerable swordsman had no choice but to say: "Did you come here on purpose to embarrass me?"

"Hey," Hu Chi threw the sword back, and said after taking a deep breath, "Shu Tan."

The venerable swordsman glanced at him, bowed his head and continued to write the sword manual in his hand, without speaking.

Hu Chi didn't come here to chat with him, he just wanted to find a place to be quiet for a while.

Think about the disaster that does not know when it will erupt, think about the seemingly flawless He I don't know what to do, think about the catastrophe of the world, think about Bai Ji.

Then think about white bogey.

Finally, think about Bai Ji.

marriage?

And Bai Ji?

Hu Chi simply closed his eyes and looked at the red line on his heart that was as thick as a little finger and now as thick as a thumb. He touched and pulled it, and it was so elastic that it could even be knitted into a bow.

It is simply the best answer for myself.

Bai Ji was pointing to the juniors in Wudao Mountain, but suddenly felt a palpitation, and his movements stopped slightly.

Luo Xin, who was being guided by him, naturally saw what was wrong with him, and said cautiously while maintaining the posture of drawing his sword: "Eldest senior brother? Is there something wrong?"

Bai Ji came back to his senses, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, just figure it out for yourself."

After finishing speaking, she stopped looking at him and hurried back to the ordinary valley.

"What's the matter, senior brother?" Xuan Zhong moved closer to Luo Xin, even though the senior senior brother had disappeared, he was still a little apprehensive when he spoke, afraid of being discovered.

Luo Xin put down his sore arm, rubbed it and shook his head, "I can't tell, if Hu..."

He consciously closed his mouth.

Hu Chi left, although the senior brother said that he would come back, but Hu Chi seemed to have evaporated out of thin air in the past 50 years, and no one could find any news about him.Eldest senior brother didn't care about it on the surface, but he kept practicing swords every day. Up to now, his whole body was like a sword. When Lu Zixuan, who had broken through the tribulation period before, came to him, he didn't dare to approach him.

It was because Qin Shu didn't know what he had said to the elder brother when he came here, so the elder brother slowly calmed down, and he didn't often stay alone in the ordinary valley, and would come to point out their shortcomings when they had nothing to do.

But Luo Xin still misses the elder brother when he was with Hu Chi.

Xuan Zhong patted Luo Xin on the shoulder, and did not continue this matter, but talked about the recent situation in the cultivation world.

"Since the Wanmo Cave appeared out of thin air, other demon cultivators have become restless." Xuan Zhong himself managed the punishment hall with the second elder, and he knows this kind of thing best. "There have been six riots at the foot of Wudao Mountain this month. None of them are from the Ten Thousand Devils Nest."

"Since I didn't go to see Wen Song that time, the Ten Thousand Devils Cave looked like we were afraid of him in Wudao Mountain, but his whereabouts were erratic, and he couldn't be found at all." Luo Xin thought of Wen Song's wanton massacre behind his back, but they If you can only follow the other party to find it, you will be full of resentment.

"However, the hundred-year agreement has also arrived," Xuan Zhong said fiercely, "Wen Song is so arrogant, he will definitely appear at that time."

"At that time, he will naturally let him go and never return."

The hundred-year agreement between Wensong of Wanmoku and Baiji of Wudao Mountain came as scheduled, and the place was set by Baiji in the fog barrier forest, which belongs to the three-way zone, so as not to hurt innocent people.

Although Bai Ji went there alone, hundreds of orthodox monks followed behind him as soon as he left Wudao Mountain, not to mention the dense crowd of people outside the fog barrier forest.

Wen Song has arrived. He is holding a huge sword that is nearly one person tall. There is no scabbard. The monks frowned tightly and held their magic weapons.

"I thought the elder brother of Wudao Mountain was a character, but I didn't expect that he was also a waste who dared to go out when he was surrounded by people." Wen Song sneered, with a sarcastic smile on his indistinguishable face.He was standing directly in front of him alone, but no one dared to underestimate him.

This aggressive approach was not enough to make Bai Ji change his expression. Holding the unsheathed withered bone sword in his hand, he said expressionlessly, "It's better than your Excellency's hiding their heads and showing their faces and not daring to see others."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the people who followed Bai Ji changed drastically. Among them there were many people with superb cultivation, but apart from Wen Song, they didn't feel the aura of other demon cultivators.If it weren't for Bai Ji's reminder, those demon cultivators would have suffered a lot if they made a sneak attack.

"It really is despicable and shameless!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, Wen Song chuckled, "Concession and concession."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a sword light heading straight towards the speaker. The speaker was only at the out-of-body stage, and the speed of the sword light was so fast that he had no time to react and was about to die on the spot.

"Snapped!"

An unremarkable ancient sword with an ink sheath stood in front of his forehead, and the deadly sword light scattered away, causing panic among the orthodox monks.

Wen Songben was watching a play, but Bai Ji didn't care about the scattered sword energy, and instantly attacked his gate of life!Wen Song hurriedly raised his sword to block, although the blow was blocked, it was inevitable to look embarrassed.

"Okay!" Wen Song laughed back angrily, swung his sword and fought with Bai Ji.

The sword cultivators at the pinnacle of the two Great Tribulation Tribulations have lethal moves, not to mention that they are close to each other, and they can't even see their moves clearly.Those orthodox monks knew that they were not strong enough, so they searched for those hidden demon cultivators, not daring to disturb Bai Ji.

At the same time, Beiyang City in the mortal world was in a panic.

"Help!" A strong young man ran around the city in a panic holding a crying baby, his voice became hoarse as he shouted all the way, but no one responded.The once prosperous and bustling West Intersection is now a mess. Fresh fruits and vegetables have been overturned and trampled on the ground. If you look carefully, you can even see spots of blood.

The young man couldn't run anymore, he felt that he could smell the blood behind him, and heard the malicious laughter behind him.

Everyone in their village was dead, only he escaped with his youngest son, only to find that he had just passed from one hell to another.

"...Help, help..." The young man shouted desperately, but his voice seemed to be trapped in his mouth and he couldn't get it out. "save……"

The closed door around him suddenly opened, and an old and thin hand was stretched out to pull him in, and quickly covered his mouth.

The young man stared at the old man in front of him with wide eyes, and suddenly wept silently.

The old man nodded to him, squatted down and hid in the crack of the door to watch the situation outside the door.

But in a blink of an eye, a few gangsters in black with something in their hands appeared laughingly. They kicked away the stalls in front of them that were too late to clean up, and walked like dudes walking, but they said shocking words.

"When I catch that baby and dig out his heart, I can practice my Hundred Soul Banner."

"I want to congratulate senior on his ascension in advance."

"When I succeed in ascension, your benefits will naturally be indispensable!"

The young man tightly covered the mouth of the baby in his arms, and as these people laughed and approached, his whole body was trembling and tears were streaming down his face.

He looked at the baby who was less than a full moon in his arms, and whispered to the old man who was willing to help him cruelly: "I'll go and lure him away..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he heard those people laughing triumphantly: "So it's here!"

Saying that, holding the thing in his hand, he was about to smash the door they were hiding from!

The great fear made him breathless, and the young man could only watch helplessly as he was about to die on the spot.

The next moment, it was a head with a ferocious smile on its face that bumped into his door!

"Who!"

The remaining two people changed their faces and looked behind them. Before they turned their heads completely, they were separated like the previous one.

Through the crack of the door, the young man saw a woman with an indifferent expression approaching slowly. She was holding a transparent silk thread in her hand. When she passed the three bodies whose chests were still heaving, she skillfully pierced the thread into her chest. It directly shattered the still beating heart.

"It's all right." The woman didn't open the door, but just stood at the door and said softly, her voice was soft, completely inconsistent with her previous bloody actions. "Is the magistrate here? Please also call the people of Beiyang City. The demon cultivators are rampant lest they come again. I need to set up a protective formation for you."

The young man looked at the old man. The old man hesitated, and while the woman waited patiently, he tremblingly opened the door.

Only then did the woman seem to notice that there was another child, she was stunned, and hurriedly threw something at the three corpses in front of her, only to see that the corpses burned instantly and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the faint smell of blood that still remained in the air, the crisis that nearly cost them their lives just now seemed like a nightmare.

"Is the child hungry?" The woman looked curiously at the crying baby in the young man's arms, "I don't have anything to eat, I'd better settle him down quickly..."

Before the woman finished speaking, she saw the young man suddenly kneel on the ground and put his head on the ground.

"Thank you Immortal for saving your life!"

At some point, all the people who were hiding at home in the West Alley came out cautiously. At this moment, they knelt on the ground like the man, and said in unison, "Thank you, Immortal, for saving your life!"

"You..." The woman was slightly stunned, and hurried to help the magistrate who was also kneeling down, "Get up quickly, if those demon cultivators come over later, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect you all by myself!"

Hearing this, the magistrate hurriedly said to the people of Beiyang City: "Everyone, get up quickly, and don't cause trouble for the immortal!"

The surviving people in Beiyang City were all gathered together, and with everyone's cooperation, the protective formation was set up in just half a stick of incense.

"Actually, I'm not a fairy." The woman said helplessly in the face of everyone's thanks again, "I'm actually from Beiyang City."

A seven or eight-year-old child shouted: "Beiyang City does not have such a beautiful sister as you!"

"I'm really from Beiyang City." The woman pursed her lips and chuckled, "My name is Luo Xiuxiu."

In a hundred years, Beiyang City has long forgotten the Luo family, the richest man in the past, and the disaster that destroyed the family.

Luo Xiuxiu looked at their confused eyes, just smiled, turned her head and stood at the eye of the formation, and didn't explain too much.

She once watched her family fall apart but could do nothing.

But now—Luo Xiuxiu clenched the silk thread in her hand—behind her was the entire population of Beiyang City.

She can keep them safe.

She can guard their homeland.

She can keep her hometown.

With Luo Xiuxiu as the center, the entire Beiyang City seemed to be covered with a thick layer of golden light, which was indestructible and indestructible.