Zhou Yi defeated two Quanzhen disciples and within less than an incense stick of time on the road, another twenty or thirty players rushed towards him.
Zhou Yi was secretly annoyed, thinking that he was too soft-hearted and let these two ungrateful guys trick him!
Zhou Yi quickly used the Tiyunzong technique and leaped onto a big tree next to him. He then exerted force with his feet and climbed up continuously. In the blink of an eye, he reached a very high branch.
Zhou Yi looked into the distance and saw dozens of players chasing him in different styles. Judging from their clothes, apart from those two damn Quanzhen disciples, there were also Beggars' Sect, Qingcheng, Kunlun, Kongtong, Huashan, and Xingxiu
Wait! Constellation
Damn, even if I am a scum of the martial arts world, are you guys from Xingxiu any better than me? You are the dog trying to catch the rat
Could it be that Ding Chunqiu's brain was damaged by practicing poison, and he has turned over a new leaf
Zhou Yi shook his head quickly to get rid of this unreliable idea and prepared to flee again. He tiptoed and jumped onto another branch. At this moment, there was a "crack" sound under his feet. The branch under his feet broke! Zhou Yi lost his footing and fell down immediately.
Just when Zhou Yi thought he was going to fall to his death, a hand suddenly grabbed his collar from behind, and then suddenly lifted him up into the air. Zhou Yi screamed in fright, and when he came to his senses, he found that he had reached the top of the tree.
"I was so scared, so scared! Thank you so much!" Zhou Yi hugged the tree trunk, still in shock. He quickly turned around to thank the man, but he was stunned when he turned his head, and couldn't help but feel surprised and happy: "Night Demon! My..."
But before Zhou Yi could finish his words, Night Demon covered his mouth. He held Zhou Yi and slowly hid among the leaves. He carefully looked at the chasing players through the gaps between the leaves. When he saw them slowly walking away, he breathed a sigh of relief and let Zhou Yi go.
"Are those people here to kill you?" Zhou Yi asked in a low voice.
“Yes!” Night Demon nodded and said, “After I lost to Purple Robe Marquis, I suffered internal injuries. They all wanted to take the Crescent Moon Scimitar from me!”
"Oh! I thought..." Zhou Yi suddenly realized, and felt a little disappointed in his heart. He didn't expect that he was just being too sentimental.
"Don't feel disappointed. If they really meet a martial arts scum like you, they won't let you go!"
"Huh? You know me?" Zhou Yi was surprised.
"It's very strange! I was also present at the Tianshan Martial Arts Competition. I wanted to challenge Su Linfeng, but he died in your hands!"
"Uh... ... Hehe!" Zhou Yi touched his head embarrassedly and asked, "I saw you just fought with Purple Robe Marquis and you clearly had the upper hand. Why do you say you lost?"
Night Demon sighed and said, "Although my sword broke the Purple Qi Heavenly Net of Purple-Robed Marquis, I failed to kill him. I have no internal strength left. If I continue to fight, I will definitely lose! Although I am unwilling to accept this, I have to consider the face of the martial arts world!"
"Internal injuries! Then let me help you!"
After hearing what Zhou Yi said, Ye Mo stared at Zhou Yi with wide eyes, a hesitant look on his face. After a long while, he slowly nodded.
A rookie like Zhou Yi who has never left Wudang naturally has no idea how treacherous people are. Players like Ye Mo and Zhou Yi, who met by chance, would never entrust their lives to others by using internal energy to heal injuries in "Jianghu".
However, when Ye Mo looked at Zhou Yi's somewhat silly eyes at this moment, he couldn't help but think of his own immaturity when he first entered the world of martial arts, and he agreed to Zhou Yi for some unknown reason.
Zhou Yi used the internal energy of "Nine Heavens Scripture" and placed his hands on Night Demon's back, continuously inputting internal energy into Night Demon's body. "Nine Heavens Scripture" is an authentic Xuanmen internal energy that is very effective in treating internal injuries. In just half a cup of tea, the internal energy in Night Demon's body suddenly recovered to about 50% to 60%.
As soon as the healing was finished, Ye Mo immediately praised Jiu Xiao Zhen Qi and said, "With such a unique internal skill, you will definitely have a place in the martial arts world in the future!"
After hearing what Ye Mo said, Zhou Yi touched his head and smiled foolishly, feeling very happy in his heart.
"It's a pity that I don't have such a good opportunity! Internal strength and lightness skills are commonplace!" Ye Mo felt a little sad, and turned his head to look back at Zhou Yi: "I have a lightness task, do you want to go with me?"
... ... ... ... ... ... ..
It was already quite late at night, but the meeting hall of the Galan Temple Guild was still brightly lit.
However, the atmosphere in the room was a little strange. Some people were surrounding one person like stars surrounding the moon, and the atmosphere was warm, while other people were very silent and seemed extremely depressed.
After a while, Li Hao, the president of the Jialan Temple, cleared his throat and said, "Su Linfeng's death was an accident. I will not hold anyone responsible here!"
After saying this, Li Hao looked at Su Yu, who was sitting beside him in silence, and sighed helplessly in his heart. He sighed softly and then said, "Although we lost Su Linfeng, the chief disciple of Tianshan, fortunately, Ye Qinghou's Purple-Robed Marquis successfully defeated the Crescent Moon Scimitar Night Demon. In the next stage, we will use Purple-Robed Marquis as the face of the guild and concentrate resources to promote him!"
As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of applause in the conference room. In the center of the applause was the high-spirited young man—Ye Qinghou! Ye Qinghou smiled and nodded, tacitly agreeing to everyone's applause.
Seeing this, Li Hao became more and more helpless. In today's information age, online game guilds have emerged one after another, but with the continuous metabolism and replacement of games, many guilds have fallen into silence, or even closed down and disbanded. Only the Jialan Temple has survived to this day and has become the leader of the Chinese game industry. Naturally, there is a reason!
A complete guild system, a keen eye for the market, an excellent youth training system, and... cruel changes of dynasties just like what is happening right now!
At this moment, Su Yu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
"President, I want to retire!"
"What?" Li Hao couldn't believe his ears. Su Yu was almost 7 years old this year, which was considered old in the gaming industry. But when it came to skills, before he drank a thousand cups without getting drunk and caused a scene at the Tianshan Martial Arts Competition, his Su Linfeng still had a head start over the Purple Robe Marquis!
Retire? Are you kidding
"If you are tired, I'll give you a long vacation first! What do you think?" Li Hao said after thinking for a moment.
"No need!" Su Yu raised his head, his eyes becoming more determined: "I have worked in the Jialan Temple for 7 or 8 years. I am really tired and I am retiring!"
Li Hao silently looked at the good friend in front of him who had been with him since the youth training camp. He suddenly felt that time had flown by and the world had changed dramatically. After a long time, he turned his head away from Su Yu and nodded gently.
An hour later.
Su Yu slowly walked out of the Jialan Temple Guild carrying his luggage. Looking at the busy street, he suddenly felt a little confused.
"Lao Su! Lao Su!" An anxious cry suddenly came from the guild. Su Yu turned his head and saw a burly fat man jogging after him. His small facial features were squeezed on his big face, making him look a little wretched.
This man is called Wang Hao, and his game ID is Invincible Legend. In terms of strength, he is the real number one in the Jialan Temple. Both the current Purple Marquis and Su Yu's previous Su Linfeng are a little inferior to him. However, due to his appearance, it has never been his turn to be the signboard of the Jialan Temple.
It was this unprepossessing fat man who loved to smooth things over that was able to bring together professional businessmen like Li Hao and pure players like Su Yu, thus creating the golden age of the Jialan Temple.
“You bastard, you actually retired just now, aren’t you just giving that little bastard an easy opportunity?” Wang Hao said angrily, “If it weren’t for the guild’s data that cracked Night Demon’s customary sword path, his Purple-Robed Marquis would not be Night Demon’s opponent at all. With your strength, you can defeat him quickly if you start all over again!”
Su Yu smiled and said, "Ye Qinghou is still very powerful. I believe that with him around, the Jialan Temple will not weaken in the future!"
"Bullshit!" Wang Hao said with a red face, "Just wait, I'm going to find that bastard Li Hao. You're the only one who has ever been respected by me in the Jialan Temple!"
Su Yu shook his head gently: "I am really tired. Unlike you, you will still be in the late stage of Chuunibyou in ten years! I just take this opportunity to retire. I will be worthy of my brothers in the guild!"
"You..." Wang Hao pointed at Su Yu and asked slowly after a long while, "Are you still playing Jianghu?"
"Of course!" (To be continued)