The ground shook irregularly, and the sound of hooves sounded like thunder.
As the sun set, a group of armored cavalrymen armed with spears stormed into Pingyang Town. The leader was none other than Su Mansion guard Liu Yu.
"Hurry, hurry up!"
Liu Yu kept urging, with sweat on his forehead and an anxious expression.
Nearly three hours have passed since Su Zimo left the Su Mansion. Even the calm and calm Uncle Zheng now showed endless worry in his eyes.
"Um?"
Liu Yu's eyes narrowed, and he saw several people not far away with pale faces, running away hastily towards this side, seeming to be greatly frightened.
"These people are the guards of the Zhao family!" Liu Yu felt murderous intent in his heart and ordered his men to surround these people.
Uncle Zheng suddenly said: "Don't worry about them, go to the Zhao family to save people first!"
On the way from entering Pingyang Town to Zhao's house, Zheng Bo and others saw more than a dozen martial arts masters, each of whom looked terrified and ran away like they were desperate.
"What happened?"
Uncle Zheng and Liu Yu felt uneasy.
Not long after, Uncle Zheng and Liu Yu led hundreds of cavalry to the door of Zhao's house. Just as they were about to break in, the door of Zhao's house suddenly opened.
A man and a woman came out.
The girl's eyes were covered with several layers of cloth, splattered with sporadic drops of blood, her pretty face was pale, and her delicate body was still faintly trembling, looking pitiful.
The man's clothes were in tatters and stained red with blood. He was holding a bloody long knife in his left hand and supporting the woman with his right hand as he slowly walked out of the door of Zhao's house.
Everyone's eyes subconsciously looked past the couple and landed in the Zhao family courtyard.
It was a gruesome sight that I will never forget.
Dead bodies were scattered all over the courtyard. Scarlet blood was still flowing quietly in the cracks of the rocks. Some people's bodies were split in half, some had their heads broken, some had their heads dislocated, and their stumps and broken arms were still there. Twitching unconsciously.
The air of death is permeating the air, and the energy of blood is soaring to the sky!
This is simply a cruel and gloomy hell!
The man was covered in blood and holding a long knife, as if he was a murderer who had just walked out of hell.
But his eyes were still clear, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the man's slightly delicate and tender face, casting a mysterious glow.
Hundreds of cavalry, silent!
Even the fierce horses under the crowd seemed to be frightened by an invisible aura, with their heads lowered and silent.
At this time, Su Zimo made everyone feel a little strange, but also a little familiar.
Su Xiaoning seemed to feel something. She pulled off the cloth in front of her eyes and couldn't help but look back at the Zhao family courtyard.
Su Zimo stretched out his palm, blocked her gaze, and said softly: "Don't look, go home and rest, forget about today's things."
"Uncle Zheng, Uncle Liu, send Xiao Ning back home." Su Zimo's tone sounded calm, but for some reason, everyone present felt panicked.
Uncle Zheng nodded and Liu Yu quickly stepped forward to help Su Xiaoning onto the horse and personally escorted her to the Su Mansion.
After watching Liu Yu and others leave, Su Zimo slowly left, his steps a little heavy, leaving a series of bloody footprints behind him, which was shocking.
"Second Young Master, you..."
Su Zimo waved his hands to everyone and said, "Don't follow me."
Hundreds of cavalry remained motionless, no one questioned or objected.
It wasn't until Su Zimo's figure disappeared at the end of the long street that everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
Facing this seemingly frail second son of the Su family, these warriors who had experienced iron-blooded killings felt like they were being overwhelmed.
"Mr. Zheng, almost all the people inside are dead, and there are more than a dozen innate masters among them, including the heads of the Zhao and Li families!" Yu Chihuo ran out of the Zhao family courtyard and whispered.
Everyone was in an uproar.
Seeing the terrifying scene in the Zhao family compound, even though everyone had been prepared for it, no one expected that in just half a day, more than a dozen innate masters would be buried here!
More importantly, the death of the Zhao and Li family heads also resulted in the loss of hundreds of martial arts masters. These two families were effectively removed from Pingyang Town.
Were these people killed by the Second Young Master
This is the doubt in everyone's mind.
Yu Chihuo frowned and said: "Mr. Zheng, I heard from the eldest young master and Liu Yu before that the second young master seemed to be barely able to compete with the masters in the early stage of Xiantian three months ago. How come three months later, he actually Has it become so scary?"
Mr. Zheng looked complicated and sighed: "We keep some secrets and never mention them. I'm afraid our second young master also has many secrets."
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When Su Zimo returned to his mansion and closed the door, his face showed deep fatigue.
Even though the wounds on his body did not lose much blood, the pain was unbearable, not to mention that for these three hours, Su Zimo had been fighting without stopping for a moment, and the muscles all over his body were already sore and swollen.
Su Zimo paused for a moment before walking into the practice ground.
Over the past six months, Su Zimo found that he had an inexplicable dependence on the training ground. Only when he returned here did he feel like he was going home.
Dieyue was still sitting on the bluestone with a cold expression, not even looking at Su Zimo.
But at some point, the wooden barrel was filled with dark medicinal liquid, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.
Su Zimo threw away the Thunder Blade casually, dragged his heavy body and climbed into the barrel. Feeling the cold brought by the liquid, his heart felt warm.
Unconsciously, Su Zimo fell asleep.
After half a year of practice, the breathing method of the Body Tempering Sutra has become a habit. Even in his sleep, Su Zimo is still practicing, absorbing the essence of the medicine and tempering his skin and flesh.
This fight allowed Su Zimo to truly touch the threshold of flesh and blood fossils.
If Su Zimo was awake, he would be surprised to find that the wounds on his body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
On the one hand, it comes from the powerful regeneration power of flesh and blood after practicing the Body Tempering Meridian, and on the other hand, it comes from the endless essence in the medicinal liquid.
This time, the absorption was much faster than usual!
After only three hours of sleep, Su Zimo woke up. The previous fatigue was gone, and his body was filled with strength.
Su Zimo's heart moved, and he touched the location where he was injured today, but he didn't find any scars, only skin as smooth as jade!
"What a powerful healing ability!" Su Zimo was secretly shocked.
At the same time, Su Zimo had a flash of inspiration and secretly used the mental method of flesh and blood fossils.
Su Zimo could clearly feel that his muscles were tense instantly, and every inch of flesh and blood was squeezed together without any gaps, as hard as rock.
“It’s a blessing in disguise.”
Su Zimo thought to himself: "Without the stimulation of this kind of trauma, it would be difficult to understand the meaning of flesh and blood fossils in a short period of time."
Su Zimo stood up and said to Die Yue, "I'm going out."
Dieyue seemed not to have heard anything, and seemed to be concentrating with her eyes closed.
Su Zimo walked out of the practice ground, went back to his house, changed into a green shirt, and went straight to Su Mansion.
Su Zimo felt angry for what happened today, not for the Zhao and Li families, but for the Su family and his eldest brother Su Hong.
At this time, the night was getting dark and there was no one on the long street. Su Zimo used the Plowing Step and ran wildly. After a while, he arrived at the Su Mansion.
The door of Su Mansion was not closed tightly, but opened wide.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and walked towards Uncle Zheng's residence.
The small courtyard is not big, and there is a round stone table in the middle. Uncle Zheng is sitting there, as if he has been waiting for a long time.
"Second Young Master, you're still here." Uncle Zheng sighed with emotion.
Su Zimo sat at the stone table, looked into Uncle Zheng's eyes, and said in a deep voice: "Since you know my purpose of coming, Uncle Zheng still wants to hide it?"
Uncle Zheng smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Growing up, my eldest brother didn't allow us to learn martial arts, sent us to study outside, and didn't allow us to interfere in the family business... There were too many things, and eldest brother intentionally or unintentionally kept Xiao Ning and me away from the Su family. Xiao Ning was thinking. It’s so simple that I can’t feel it yet, but I’ve already noticed it.”
Su Zimo said softly: "If Xiao Ning had practiced martial arts a long time ago, maybe nothing would happen today. I can see that the people following Uncle Zheng today are all acquired masters who have experienced hundreds of battles. Since the family has such Why wasn't this power revealed earlier? What kind of business is the eldest brother doing? Is it just horse trading? Why is he doing business in Yan State and not in Da Qi State? "
Uncle Zheng looked troubled and hesitated to speak.
The two of them were relatively silent, and the atmosphere became extremely depressing.
Su Zimo's words were shocking, and he suddenly said: "My parents were killed by someone, right?"
Uncle Zheng's expression changed and returned to normal in an instant.
"Uncle Zheng, Zimo is no longer the frail scholar he used to be. I believe you can see it. What are the Su family afraid of? Who are the enemies of the Su family? Tell me!" Su Zimo held Uncle Zheng's arm and looked in his eyes. Exuding a cold light.
Uncle Zheng sighed: "Second Young Master, it's not that I don't want to say it. It's just that saying it will do you no good. You are indeed different from before. You have become stronger and can even kill many innate masters, but..."
After a short pause, Uncle Zheng shook his head and said: "But after all, that is just the power of a mortal."
The familiar words seemed familiar.
Half a year ago, before Shen Mengqi left, she told Su Zimo that even if you could reach the state of acquired or innate martial arts in the future, it would only be a mortal's strength and would be vulnerable to an immortal!
Su Zimo understood the hidden meaning of Uncle Zheng's words.
But he didn't expect that many years ago, the Su family's enemy was the legendary cultivator.
As for Su Zimo himself, he also offended Master Jin Dan by mistake. All this seemed to be fate, going round and round, but unable to get out of that circle.
"What is the level of the Su family's enemies? Qi practitioners? Foundation-building monks, or Jindan Daoist?" Su Zimo asked lightly.
I have long heard Die Yue say that during practice, mortals in the Qi Condensation Realm are called Qi Practitioners, and they are divided into ten levels. The tenth level is the Great Perfection. Only those in the Foundation Establishment Realm can become monks, and only those in the Golden Core Realm can qualify. The title of 'real person'.
"you… "
Uncle Zheng obviously did not expect that Su Zimo actually knew these practice terms, and he looked surprised.
After a while, Zheng Bo said: "The foundation-building monks and Jindan masters are too far away from us. Even the qi practitioners are definitely not something ordinary mortals can resist."
"Although you can kill innate masters now, when facing a Qi Practitioner, even a first-level Qi Practitioner is enough to kill you."
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
Su Zimo naturally didn't believe what Uncle Zheng said.
According to Dieyue, cultivating demons is also a kind of Taoism, and it will never be weaker than the three sects of immortals, Buddhas and demons.
He has now mastered the Body Tempering Chapter of the Twelve Demon Codex of the Great Wilderness. Is it possible that he cannot even defeat a first-level Qi Practitioner
What's more, the two fights in the past six months have greatly increased Su Zimo's confidence.
"Uncle Zheng, do you mean that if I master the power to kill Qigong practitioners, you will tell me everything and stop hiding it?" Su Zimo asked again.
"This..." Uncle Zheng said hesitantly: "Second Young Master, you have no spiritual roots. You can only be a mortal in your life. After all, you will not be able to compete with the immortals."
Su Zimo sneered, remembering what Die Yue had said, and said it smoothly: "Qi practitioners are not bullshit immortals, not even Jindan Master dares to claim to be immortal!"
When Die Yue said these words, Su Zimo was left speechless by the arrogant and domineering attitude that despised the world.
Uncle Zheng now had the same expression, his mouth slightly opened, his face full of shock.
"Let's wait until the eldest son comes back to discuss this matter." Uncle Zheng finally relented.
"Okay, when big brother comes back, I'll ask him."
Su Zimo turned around and left without stopping.