Chapter 12 Night Talk

The ground vibrated irregularly, and the sound of hoofs was thunderous.

As the sun went down, a group of armored iron cavalry armed with long spears rushed into Pingyang Town aggressively.

"Quick, quick!"

Liu Yu kept urging, sweating on his forehead and looking anxious.

Nearly three hours have passed since Su Zimo left the Su Mansion. Even the calm and calm Uncle Zheng has endless worry in his eyes.

"Um?"

Liu Yu's eyes narrowed, only to see a few people not far away with pale faces, fleeing hurriedly towards this side, seeming to be greatly frightened.

"These people are the guards of the Zhao family!" Liu Yu had murderous intent in his heart, so he ordered his men to surround them.

Zheng Bo suddenly said: "Don't worry about them, go to Zhao's house to save people first!"

On the way from entering Pingyang Town to Zhao's house, Zheng Bo and the others saw more than a dozen experts in the arena, each of them looking terrified and rushing out desperately.

"What happened?"

Zheng Bo and Liu Yu were uneasy in their hearts.

Not long after, Zheng Bo 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 strips, which were splashed with sporadic blood droplets.

The man's clothes were tattered and stained red with blood. Holding a blood-stained long knife in his left hand, he supported the woman in his right hand as he walked out of Zhao's house slowly.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously passed the couple and landed in the Zhao family courtyard.

It was an eerie, unforgettable sight.

The courtyard was littered with dead corpses, scarlet blood still flowing quietly in the stone crevices, some people's bodies were split in half, some people's heads were broken, some people's heads were in different places, and the stumps and arms were still there. twitching unconsciously.

Death suffocates, blood rushes to the sky!

This is simply a tragic and gloomy hell!

The man was covered in blood, holding a long knife, as if he was a killing god who had just come out of hell.

It's just that his eyes were still clear, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the man's slightly delicate and immature face, casting a mysterious radiance.

Hundreds of iron cavalry, silent!

Even the fierce horses under everyone seemed to be stunned by an invisible aura, bowing their heads and keeping silent.

At this time, Su Zimo made everyone feel a little unfamiliar and a little familiar.

Su Xiaoning seemed to feel something, pulled off the cloth in front of her, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at the Zhao family compound.

Su Zimo stretched out his palm to block her gaze, and said softly, "Don't look, go home and rest, forget what happened today."

"Uncle Zheng, Uncle Liu, send Xiao Ning 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 on the horse and personally escorted him to the Su residence.

Watching Liu Yu and the others leave, Su Zimo walked away slowly, his footsteps were a little heavy, leaving a string of bloody footprints behind him, shocking.

"Second son, you..."

Su Zimo waved his hands behind the crowd and said, "Don't follow me."

Hundreds of cavalry remained motionless, and no one questioned or objected.

When Su Zimo disappeared at the end of the long street, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

In the face of this seemingly weak second son of the Su family, these warriors who have experienced iron and blood slaughter have a feeling of being overwhelmed.

"Mr. Zheng, almost all of the people inside are dead. Among them, there are more than a dozen innate masters, including the two patriarchs of Zhao and Li!" Yuchihuo ran out of the Zhao family compound and said in a low voice.

The crowd was in an uproar.

Seeing the terrifying scene in the Zhao Family Courtyard, even though everyone was prepared, no one would have thought that in just half a day, more than a dozen innate masters would be buried here!

More importantly, the death of Zhao and Li's two patriarchs resulted in the loss of hundreds of other players in the arena. These two families were removed from Pingyang Town.

Are these people killed by the second son?

This is the doubt in everyone's mind.

Yu Chihuo frowned and said, "Mr. Zheng, I heard what the eldest son and Liu Yu said before. Three months ago, the second son seemed to be barely able to compete with the masters of the early days of the innate. become so terrifying?"

Mr. Zheng looked complicated and sighed: "We keep some secrets and never mention them. Our second son, I'm afraid there are many secrets too."

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Su Zimo returned to his mansion, and the moment he closed the door, his face showed deep exhaustion.

Even though the blood loss was not much, the wounds on his body were still in unbearable pain. What's more, during these three hours, Su Zimo had been fighting, without a moment's rest, his muscles were already numb and swollen.

Su Zimo paused for a while before entering the practice ground.

For half a year, Su Zimo found that he had an inexplicable dependence on the practice ground. When he came back here, he felt like returning home.

Dieyue was still sitting on the bluestone, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't even look at Su Zimo.

But I don't know when, the wooden barrel has been filled with dark medicinal liquid, exuding a faint medicinal fragrance.

Su Zimo threw away the Lei Dao casually, dragged his heavy body, and climbed into the wooden barrel, feeling the cold brought by the medicinal liquid, but his heart was 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 medicinal liquid and tempering his flesh.

This fight made Su Zimo really touch the threshold of the flesh and blood fossils.

If Su Zimo was awake, he would be surprised to find that the wound on his body was 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 cultivating the Body Tempering Sutra, and on the other hand, it comes from the endless essence in the medicinal liquid.

This time, the absorption is much faster than usual!

After only three hours of sleep, Su Zimo woke up, his previous fatigue was swept away, and his body was full of strength.

Su Zimo moved in his heart and went to touch the injured spot today, but he didn't find any scars, only smooth skin like jade!

"What a powerful healing ability!" Su Zimo was secretly shocked.

At the same time, Su Zimo flashed a flash of light, secretly running the flesh and blood fossil mental method.

Su Zimo could clearly feel that his muscles were instantly tense, and every inch of flesh and blood was squeezed together, without any gaps, as hard as a rock.

"It's a blessing in disguise."

Su Zimo thought to himself: "If there is no stimulation of such trauma, in a short period of time, I am afraid it will be difficult to understand the profound meaning of the flesh and blood fossils."

Su Zimo got up and said to Dieyue, "I'll go out."

Dieyue seems to be closing her eyes and resting as if she hadn't heard it.

Su Zimo walked out of the training ground, returned to the house, changed into a green shirt, and went straight to the Su Mansion.

Su Zimo felt a bit of anger in his heart about today's incident, not against the Zhao and Li family, but against the people in the Su family and his eldest brother Su Hong.

At this time, the night was dark and there was no one on the long street. Su Zimo used his plow steps and ran wildly. After a while, he came to Su Mansion.

The door of Su Mansion was not closed, but was left open.

Su Zimo pondered for a while and walked to Uncle Zheng's residence.

The small courtyard is not big, and there is a round stone table in the middle. Uncle Zheng sat there, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Second Young Master, you are still here." Uncle Zheng sighed.

Su Zimo sat at the stone table, looked into Zheng Bo's eyes, and said solemnly, "Since you know my intention, Zheng Bo still wants to hide it?"

Uncle Zheng smiled wryly and shook his head.

"From childhood to adulthood, my eldest brother did not allow us to learn martial arts, sent us to study outside, and did not allow us to interfere in the family's business... There are too many things, eldest brother is keeping me and Xiao Ning away from the Su family intentionally or not, Xiao Ning The mind is pure and I can't feel it yet, but I have already noticed it."

Su Zimo said softly: "If Xiao Ning had practiced martial arts earlier, there might not be anything wrong today. I can see that the people behind Uncle Zheng today are all experienced masters. Since the family has such a A power, why didn't he show it earlier? What business is the big brother doing, just selling horses? Why did he go to Yan country to do business, not in Daqi country?"

Uncle Zheng looked embarrassed, but he stopped talking.

The two were relatively silent, and the atmosphere became extremely depressed.

Su Zimo's words were astonishing, and suddenly said, "My parents were killed by someone, right?"

Zheng Bo's expression changed, and he returned to normal in an instant.

"Uncle Zheng, Zimo is no longer the weak scholar he used to be. I believe you can see it. What is the Su family afraid of? Who is the enemy of the Su family, tell me!" Su Zimo held Uncle Zheng's arm, his eyes Exudes a cold light.

Uncle Zheng sighed: "Second Young Master, it's not that I don't want to say it. It's not that I don't want to say it. It's not good for you to say it. You are indeed different from before. You have become stronger, and you can even kill many innate masters, but..."

After a short pause, Uncle Zheng shook his head and said, "But that is only the power of mortals after all."

Familiar words, deja vu.

Half a year ago, before she left, Shen Mengqi told Su Zimo that even if you practice martial arts in the future, you can reach the realm of acquired and innate, it is only the power of mortals, and is vulnerable in front of immortals!

Su Zimo understood the meaning of Zheng Bo's words.

It's just that he didn't expect that many years ago, the enemy of the Su family was the legendary cultivator.

As for Su Zimo himself, he also offended Jindan Zhenren by accident. All of this seems to be fate.

"What is the realm of the Su family's enemy? Qi cultivator? Foundation cultivator, or Jindan real person?" Su Zimo asked indifferently.

I have heard Dieyue say that in the practice, the mortals in the Qi Condensation Realm are called Qi Practitioners. They are divided into ten layers. The tenth layer is the Great Perfection. 'Real' title.

"you……"

Zheng Bo obviously did not expect that Su Zimo knew these cultivation terms, and was surprised.

After a while, Uncle Zheng said, "The foundation-building cultivator and Jindan Zhenren are too far away from us. Even qi practitioners are definitely not something that ordinary mortals can resist."

"Although you can kill the innate masters now, in the face of Qi trainers, even a layer of Qi trainers is enough to kill you."

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

Su Zimo naturally did not believe what Zheng Bo said.

According to Dieyue's words, cultivating demons is also a kind of cultivating Taoism, and it will never be weaker than the three doors of fairy, Buddha, and demon.

He has now completed the body quenching chapter of the Twelve Demonic Books of the Great Wilderness. Could it be that he can't even win a first-level Qi trainer?

What's more, the two fights in half a year have greatly increased Su Zimo's confidence.

"Uncle Zheng, you mean that if I have the power to kill Qi 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, and you can't compete with immortals after all."

Su Zimo sneered, remembering what Dieyue said, and said it smoothly: "What kind of bullshit immortals are Qi practitioners, even Jindan real people would not dare to pretend to be immortals!"

When Dieyue said this sentence, Su Zimo was shocked half speechless by the arrogance and contempt for heaven and earth.

Today's Uncle Zheng has the same expression, opening his mouth slightly, his face full of shock.

"Let's wait for the eldest son to come back and talk about this matter." Uncle Zheng finally let go.

"Okay, when the big brother comes back, I'll ask him."

Su Zimo didn't stop, turned and left.