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Chapter 182
For Granny Hua, who came here, she was really worried when she saw her precious apprentice like this.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is difficult for Zhou Xiaodie to get out of a love word.

As an outsider, Granny Hua naturally has a lot of words, which can be used as persuasion.But to Zhou Xiaodie, who is in charge, these so-called persuasive words are just deaf ears.

Just like you can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.
Fuhai City has been noisy for a long time, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the number of young talents pouring into the city continues unabated.

It's just that the person Zhou Xiaodie has been looking forward to has never appeared. Even though many servants in the city are staring at the gate of the city, the handsome young man that the lady said has been gone for a long time.

With so many people in the city at once, it was natural for Zhou Fuhai to be busy for a while.

But fortunately, these people are all at the level of alchemy, and the threat is indeed much smaller.What made Zhou Fuhai a little puzzled was that the Cultivation Alliance was quite peaceful this time. When it comes to young leaders in the alchemy realm, the reserves in this Cultivation Alliance are undoubtedly the best in the world.

But now it seems that most of the hundreds of people in this city are unknown people, and the few who have seen it well are mostly from small sects.

The abnormality in this is very doubtful, but Zhou Fuhai is in Fuhai City at the moment, and he is full of confidence with that fairy family formation in charge.

The reason why Xu Ming has not arrived at Fuhai City in two days is because he miscalculated the distance between Ling Tao's nameless town and Fuhai City.

Before he left Heiyu City together with Baidi, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, he came to the remote village where the farmer was.

But he didn't expect that it was a supernatural power only available to the strong in the transcending tribulation period, and it shrank to an inch.

The distance between Heiyu City and remote villages is enough for Xu Ming to lose his leg.

Even though he was already in the Alchemy Realm and still had a strong physical body to support him, he couldn't bear the relentless rush for two whole days.

"Huh, finally, after half a day's journey, you should be able to see Fuhai City."

Xu Ming wiped the sweat off his forehead indiscriminately, opened his mouth and sucked in two mouthfuls of cool air, only then calmed down the feeling of boredom between his chest and abdomen.

Not far away there was an uninhabited temple, Xu Ming happened to want to find a place to stay and recover his strength.

Since there is still half a day left, no matter how he calculates, there is still time.

As soon as he thought of this, Xu Ming moved his feet and slipped into the ruined temple as quietly and lifelessly as a ghost.

Everything in the ruined temple was obviously more dilapidated than what was seen outside, and the clay statues enshrining unknown gods on it had been blurred due to the years of wind and frost.

The desk in front of the clay statue was already in a precarious state, and a lonely incense burner was placed on it. Judging from the dust accumulated on it, it seemed that no one had taken care of it for a long time.

It's just that Xu Ming didn't care about it. He quietly stepped forward to pay respect to the unknown god and Buddha in front of him.

"I passed by here and stayed for one night. I offended you so much. Please forgive me."

Xu Ming imitated the tone of those scholars who came to Beijing to rush for the exam that he had seen on TV before, and said respectfully.

It's just that tonight, he is destined not to have the good luck of Ning Caichen to foresee a female ghost as beautiful as Nie Xiaoqian.

Just after Xu Ming bowed quietly and finished speaking, a sudden gust of wind blew from behind, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, causing the originally relaxed look on Xu Ming's face to suddenly change.

He turned around and hid behind the clay statue, because with his perverted six senses, he already sensed the imminent danger outside the ruined temple.

Gently sniffing the air in front of him, in addition to the musty and dusty smell unique to Pomiao Road, there is also a lingering smell of blood at the moment.

Xu Ming knew clearly that there was no smell of blood when he just walked into the ruined temple!

At this moment, after 30 years of experience, Xu Ming is already the young boy who first entered the Ten Thousand Realms and Kyushu.

In addition to learning the tyrannical knife skills from the farmer, he also has incomparably rich survival experience.

Faced with this situation, Xu Ming, who was hiding behind the clay statue, quietly held his breath, trying his best not to let his breath leak out.

However, the moment Xu Ming just hid his figure, the door of the ruined temple was violently pushed open by external force.

To be exact, it was knocked open by someone, and the weather-beaten wooden door certainly couldn't withstand such a powerful impact.

The temple gate, which was shattered into pieces in an instant, hit the precarious desk together with the intruding figures.

Together with the entire clay statue, it was shaken by this figure, but the desk and clay statue were still intact after the shock.

That person also got up in a panic, but the remaining fighting spirit in his eyes was diffused between his brows like a raging fire.

Apparently, it can be seen from the large amount of spilled blood on his chest that this person broke into the ruined temple passively.

Xu Ming hid behind the clay statue, watching all this coldly.

He is not a savior, and he will not meddle in these people's business until it is absolutely necessary.

Because in essence, his identity is still a human being rather than an extraterritorial monk from the myriad worlds and nine states.

That's why he watched so coldly what happened on the other side of the clay statue.

The person who got up at this moment seemed to be young from the appearance on his face, but his cultivation base was in a solid alchemy state, and even one foot had already entered the late stage of alchemy state.

And following this person were actually three thin figures wearing more than half of the night clothes. When Xu Ming saw the familiar night clothes, everything that happened in Lingtao courtyard two days ago instantly appeared in Xu Ming's mind.

The assassin whose neck was pinched by Ling Tao was wearing exactly the same night clothes as the three in front of him.

The north is facing the dead! !
The dead soldiers in the north that Ling Tao talked about could still meet in this ruined temple even when he was far away from Lintao City.

When Xu Ming thought about it, there must be something strange about it, otherwise why would these lingering dead men always appear in front of his eyes.

Just as Xu Ming was thinking about it, the young man who got up in a panic before wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth indiscriminately.

"When did your Lu family take a liking to a pawn like me? You actually used three Beilin dead soldiers. This really flatters me."

As the man spoke, his throat moved up and down, and he immediately swallowed the healing elixir that had just fallen to the ground and stuffed into his mouth.

Xu Ming saw all this in secret, and thought that this person was still a bit clever.

Obviously he was no match for these three Beilin slain men, but when he was about to die, he could still think about how to deal with it and win a chance for himself.

Just talking about this calm disposition alone made Xu Ming a little more admired.

He seemed to be echoing in his ears the words that the farmer had been talking about for 30 years.

"Those who use a sword are most taboo to be in a disordered state of mind. Once the mind is disturbed, the sword will naturally dissipate."

But it's easier said than done. It's really difficult to master the state of mind of not changing one's expression when the mountain is about to collapse.

Only through life and death again and again can we refine such a perfect state of mind.

(End of this chapter)