Enemy
Zhao Rui didn't know that Secretary Zhang had already started to fan the flames, sowing discord between Ding Ling and himself.
He had already left work at this time and returned to the apartment.
The Anmei International Apartment that Zhao Rui is currently renting is located on the bustling Hua'an Street in Binyang, and it is very lively.
There are all kinds of large supermarkets, restaurants, and entertainment venues nearby, which is very convenient.
It is lively enough here, but it is not very suitable for living.
If it wasn't for the convenience of transportation and the convenience of being away from the police station, he would not have chosen this location to live.
Zhao Rui entered the door, washed his face, and then looked at his watch. It was not yet six o'clock, and he was not hungry, nor did he want to go out to eat.
Back in the living room, leaning back on the sofa, he began to think about what he was going to do next.
He doesn't want to practice now, and watching TV is even less interesting, which makes him feel very boring.
As he was thinking about it, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't been to the Tianfu Illusion for a while, and he didn't know anything about the latest developments in the cultivation world. Why don't he go to the Tianfu Illusion while he's free now? During this period of time, has anything interesting happened in the world of comprehension.
Thinking of this, he took out the Five Elements Piercing Order from the Qiankun Ring and injected it with true energy.
The light shone, and the five-element piercing order was activated, and a huge force gushed out from it, pulling his divine sense in violently.
After passing through the vast sea of clouds, Zhao Rui saw the huge white stone square on the hanging island again.
The crowds in the square are still surging, and it seems that it will always be so lively.
Zhao Rui landed on Baishi Square, walked through the dense crowd, and came to the shop of the Artifact Sect.
Coincidentally, Feng Sangzi of the Danding Sect and Taoist Xuanling, the great master of the Artifact Sect, were standing at the door of the shop, talking in low voices.
Zhao Rui walked over, bowed with a smile and said, "Two priests, long time no see!"
Seeing that it was Zhao Rui, Taoist Xuanling couldn't help being a little surprised, and quickly returned the courtesy: "Huh? So it's fellow Daoist Mingling. I haven't seen you for a while. How are you doing? This time, what's your business?"
"It's nothing, but I haven't been here for a long time, so I want to come in and take a look." Zhao Rui said with a smile, "By the way, two Taoists, what were you talking about just now?"
Feng Sangzi interjected: "Recently, there has been a very sensational incident in the cultivation world, and this is what we were talking about just now."
"Oh? What's the matter?" Zhao Rui suddenly became interested.
"You should know the thirty-two real people in the distraction period of the comprehension world."
"Of course, this is common sense." Zhao Rui nodded.
In the world of comprehension, there are actually quite a few cultivators and ghosts who have reached the distraction stage, but the thirty-two real people are the most powerful among the many powerhouses in the distraction stage, and they are at the top of the pyramid.
At the beginning, Taoist Red Crane of Huashan Sect was extremely his master uncle, because of a grudge with one of the thirty-two real people, he was defeated miserably, was seriously injured, and fled in despair.
Zhao Rui's "Eight Desolation Killing Immortal Art" has been cultivated to the middle stage of god refining, and his current strength is equivalent to that of a cultivator in the out-of-body stage. Even compared with the weakest cultivator in the distraction stage, there is a huge gap that is difficult to bridge. It is even more distant from the thirty-two real people.
His current priority in practicing "Eight Desolation Killing Immortal Art" is to break through the mid-stage of god refining, step into the late stage of god refining, and possess the strength that can rival the practitioners in the distraction stage of the cultivation world!
Feng Sangzi went on to say: "Thirty-two real people were originally recognized by the cultivation world as strong distracted people, but recently, a Shinto cultivator from Fusang, an overseas island country, thought that the names of these thirty-two real people were not worthy of their names, and threatened to kill them." Thirty-two real people, all defeated!"
Fuso
Zhao Rui was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized that Fusang is Japan, isn't it
It was really weird to hear this name that only existed in an ancient book all of a sudden.
Zhao Rui couldn't help but smiled wryly in his heart. It seemed that Feng Sangzi really hadn't been in contact with the secular world for a long time.
However, having said that, the Japanese cultivator of Shintoism is really arrogant enough to dare to say such words, no wonder it caused a sensation.
"Two priests, do you think it is possible for the Shinto cultivator to win?"
Feng Sangzi smiled disdainfully, and said: "What kind of strong man can be produced in an overseas island country? Let alone challenge the strongest man among the thirty-two real people, even if he challenges the last one, he may not have a chance of winning .”
Taoist Xuanling frowned slightly, thought for a while, and slowly said: "I don't think so. There have always been many strong overseas cultivators. Although Fusang is an overseas island country, Shintoism, as the state religion of Fusang, also has Quite a long history.
The challenger this time is Umaki Masahide, one of the six major shrines of Shintoism—the great priest of Izumo Taisha. The gods will gather at the Izumo Taisha Shrine to hold divine meetings. The great priests of Izumo Taisha Shrine are the ones who serve these gods. His strength should not be underestimated. "
Feng Sangzi nodded and said: "Well, fellow Taoist Xuanling, what you said is also reasonable. People who are closer to the gods are usually blessed by the gods and thus gain extra strength, but..."
Speaking of this, he suddenly changed the subject: "In such a small place, there are actually eight million gods? Is this number too much?"
Zhao Rui had read information on the Internet before, and knew that the so-called gods in Japan are not the same as those in China and the West. Regardless of ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, and demons, as long as they are different from ordinary people, they are all called gods, so he explained to Feng Sangzi with a smile over again.
Feng Sangzi couldn't help shaking his head after hearing this: "Their gods are probably too cheap."
Zhao Rui and Taoist Xuanling looked at each other and smiled, feeling the same way.
The three chatted for a while, Zhao Rui felt that the time was almost up, so he said goodbye to Feng Sangzi and Taoist Xuanling, retreated from the Tianfu illusion, and returned to the apartment.
Putting the Five Elements Piercing Order back into the Qiankun Ring, Zhao Rui felt that this time he had gained a lot from Tianfu Illusion. If he had time in the future, he should visit Tianfu Illusion often and pay attention to the follow-up development of this matter.
He looked up at the quartz clock in the living room, it was already seven o'clock, and he stayed in the illusion of Tianfu for more than an hour.
He already felt hungry at this time, and it was time to eat again, so he changed his clothes, went downstairs, and went to the cafeteria across the road to have dinner.
At this time, the sky had already darkened, and all kinds of neon lights kept flickering on the street, giving people a fantasy feeling of feasting and feasting.
When Zhao Rui came to the cafeteria, the two large characters of Carlyle made of neon lights on the roof flashed and flashed, making people a little dazzled.
He walked in familiarly, bought a ticket at the front desk, then went to the shelf where the food was placed, got some food, poured a glass of wine, and began to eat and drink alone.
Zhao Rui chose to eat here mainly because it was relatively close, and the food was not bad, and it wasn't very expensive. Thirty-three ones were enough for him to eat and drink.
In addition, the environment in the restaurant is good, especially at night, it is very lively, go to the second floor, pay two yuan more, and you can watch Russian girls dance.
Zhao Rui didn't go to the second floor because he had seen it many times before.
There are a lot of people in the restaurant, and there are very few vacancies. It is probably because of the weekend that it is more lively than usual.
Zhao Rui habitually looked around while eating meat and pastries.
The table in front of him was probably a group of college students, huddling with friends, sitting in a circle drinking wine, talking and laughing loudly, freely, which reminded him of his college life in Dong'an.
At the table on the left sat an old man and a middle-aged man and woman.
The old man was dressed very plainly, even a bit shabby, with a worn black leather bag beside him, he seemed a bit cramped for eating here.
The other middle-aged man and woman were also dressed in ordinary clothes. Although they were enthusiastic about the old man, they felt a little distant. They were probably relatives and friends of the old man.
Behind and on the right, no one is seated.
However, Zhao Rui felt that this situation was only temporary, and soon these vacant seats would be filled by customers.
Because, there were already several young and beautiful girls walking towards the dining table next to him, chirping together.
The first beauty is a small black woven v-neck jacket, paired with beige slim-fit trousers, which outlines a graceful curve, giving people a sense of "sex" and "sex". Feel.
Zhao Rui glanced at it casually, and was about to turn around and continue eating, but suddenly felt something was wrong, so he quickly took a closer look, only to see that the beautiful woman turned out to be his boss Ding Ling!
Zhao Rui sighed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: It's not that enemies don't get together, this is really true.