Zhao Yu was stunned on the spot. He was still worried and could even say despair, but he did not expect that the Seventh Old actually said this directly.

A disciple of Bajue Sect? Why did he inexplicably become a disciple of Bajue Sect?

Just when he thought of the special nature of Bajue Sect, Zhao Yu couldn't help but feel a little amused. To be honest, after he walked out, he told others that he was a disciple of Bajue Sect. As long as those who knew Bajue Sect, they would definitely not doubt it.

Because, it's really similar.

If both sides use martial arts alone, others will definitely be unable to solve the problem. What's more, the faraway world used by Zhao Yu is also in the Bajue Sect, and it is also the supreme martial arts.

In this case, even if Zhao Yu denies that he is a disciple of Bajue Sect, no one else will believe it.

The reason why the Seven Ghosts are optimistic about themselves is not only because of the reason why the Bajue Sect Qinghuang does not accept it, but more because they can practice the body technique of being close to the world.

The body technique that no one can practice for thousands of years has been cultivated by himself, and it has become a small success. This is much stronger than the other person among the Seven Ghosts who also practice body technique.

There is such a reason that the Seven Ghosts will not give up on themselves.

After thinking about this, Zhao Yu suddenly felt relieved. The feeling of being like rootless duckweed in a trance was less.

At least, in this world, there are still people like me.

Zhao Yu has no feelings for this world or a sense of belonging, just like a rootless duckweed, floating and rising at will.

He didn't know what he was facing tomorrow, and he didn't even know what he was going to do except looking for Yan Liangshan.

His heart is empty, at least for this world.

And now, the appearance of the Seven Ghosts undoubtedly relieves Zhao Yu's emotions.

At least, like everyone else, he has someone behind him, so he will not be alone.

"Actually, I am the Zhao Yu who is wanted by the Kingdom of Dongsheng God." Zhao Yu thought for a long time and finally threw out such a message. He looked at the Qi Lao, and he wanted to know what the Qi Lao would react after knowing this.

"I have guessed that we can't find out your news except in Donghai City, but it happened so coincidental that two Zhao Yus from the Dongsheng God Kingdom came out, and they were all so special, how could there be no contact?" Qi Lao nodded and smiled, "You don't have to disguise starting tomorrow, so you can restore your original appearance. As for the wanted matters... don't worry, you will be removed tonight."

"Uh..." Zhao Yu widened his eyes. What's going on? Originally, he wanted to use this to test how much Seven Ghosts attached to him, but Seven Old Man directly revoked the wanted order in one sentence?

This is wanted by an empire.

That's so simple?

"Little guy, this world is big, and you need to understand some things slowly." The seventh old man looked at Zhao Yu with a smile: "Not just wanted by the Dongsheng God Kingdom, even if the five empires join forces to arrest them, so what? Do they dare to touch the people of our Bajue Sect? No, give them more courage, they dare not, unless their royal family wants to die."

Zhao Yu's expression was a little dazed. Sure enough, no matter where he was, he had the right to speak only if he had a big fist.

"Well, I understand." Zhao Yu did not hide it. He immediately began to remove the disguise on his face. What made Qi Lao feel incredible... Zhao Yu pulled out eight tiny silver needles from his eyelids alone. It was not until half an hour later that Zhao Yu regained his appearance and appeared in front of Qi Lao.

"Sure enough, I said that your bone age is always twenty-two or three years old, but there is a little guy of sixteen or seventeen outside. This is simply impossible. What a magical disguise." The seventh elder had to sigh at the power of Zhao Yu's disguise. If it weren't for someone of their level of strength, it would be really difficult to see through Zhao Yu's disguise at a glance.

"Seven Old Master, I have been living in the mountains with my master until I passed away. I went out to travel. I just encountered so many troubles as soon as I came out. I hope Seven Old Master will not be surprised." Zhao Yu explained softly: "When Master taught me, I never told me that there were any warriors. I don't know what the difference between warriors and the like. He just told me that except for the mountains, I went to Yanliang Mountain. Apart from that, I had no matter what I had done about the outside world."

"Master?" The seventh elder was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "I knew, I knew you must be from our Bajue Sect. Haha, God helps me, and the real God helps me."

Zhao Yu looked at the Qi Lao for some reason. He didn't know why the title made the Qi Lao so crazy.

In fact, no wonder Zhao Yu was confused and confused, because there was no concept of the title of master in this world. They... regard teachers as respected, so they called them masters.

But in Zhao Yu's heart, he regarded his master as his father, so he blurted out that he was the master.

"Little guy, arrange your master's name?"

"I don't know." Zhao Yu shook his head: "Since I have memories, my master has never said what he is."

The Seventh Old Man was silent for a while, but Zhao Yu could feel the change of the Seventh Old Man after hearing his words. His expression became softer and there was less calculating in his eyes.

Could it be that the words I said randomly made others feel sympathetic?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yu was also a little amused. Where did he have any master in this world? He just wanted to avoid trouble and nonsense.

Just looking at Qi Lao's appearance, he seemed to really believe it.

"Little guy, do you know? In this world, whenever a sect calls his master, he will use the respectful title of his master." The seventh old man had a smile in his eyes, and a very satisfied smile, just like looking at his younger generation: "That sect is unique, and it is our Bajue Sect."

"Ah?" Zhao Yu grew up slightly. Isn't the master and the master the same?

"No wonder I think that sometimes you speak differently from ours. It turns out that you have lived in the mountains all the time. I don't know which senior taught me. In our Bajue Sect, there are only a few who have lost their traces inexplicably. It seems that you have to check it carefully. Maybe your little guy is of higher seniority than our seven old ones." The seventh elder became more and more excited: "Okay, you will go to the ruined temple tonight to meet the little bastards of the Western Holy Kingdom. As for the others, I will leave it to us. I have to tell my elder brother this good news. I wonder if he regretted running too fast last night."

When the words were finished, the figure of the seven elders had been lost in front of Zhao Yu, leaving only a door that had not been closed yet.

Zhao Yu was a little stupid, really a little stupid. He talked about a false master and was actually seen by the people of the Bajue Sect?

Just found seven big backers?

Is it time to operate?

But no matter what he thinks, the fact that he is now a disciple of the Bajue Sect has become a fact. At least the Seven Ghosts will definitely not let Zhao Yu go, and Zhao Yu no longer has to worry about the wanted arrest of the Dongsheng God Kingdom.
Chapter completed!