In the end, the world is still the most powerful. No matter what power there is behind it, if the strength is not strong, it is still easy to be slapped to death.

So the old man in the Zhou family is right, but Zhou Fuming doesn't think so.

"Old Dui, let's go. If he wants to be unfavorable to me, there is no need to be so troublesome." Zhou Fuming smiled and shook his head: "And I believe that the person Sikong serves is definitely not the kind of sinister villain."

In fact, Zhou Fuming said nothing wrong. If Zhao Yu really wanted to kill him, there was no need to be such a trouble. As long as he said something, he had nothing to do with him, then Zhou Fuming would definitely not die again.

In this world, there is probably only Zhao Yu, a Saint Fighting Warrior Realm, who dares to be so meaningless when facing the wise realm.

The old man from the Cao family was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly. He had lived for so many years, but he was not as appropriate as his young master.

If a wise realm is determined to kill people, let alone a great fighter, even the third level of the wise realm is just a little useless.

...

"Brother Zhao, are you going to discuss martial arts?"

At the wine table, although Zhao Yu did not put on any airs or had no arrogant momentum, Zhou Fuming was obviously a little restrained.

There is no way. Anyone of his peers breaks through the Saint Fight Warrior at this time will be a shock to anyone.

Who can ignore the crush of talent, the crush of strength, and the crush of double crush?

"Mr. Zhou, we are all our peers, so don't be so polite." Zhao Yu smiled and raised his glass: "And I believe that the people who are favored by the head of the Sikong family, or even those who protect their lives, will never be inferior to me in the future. We both don't have to be so restrained. Maybe in the near future, I still need Mr. Zhou's help at the Martial Arts Conference."

What Zhao Yu calls him is always Mr. Zhou. He is not polite and does not give people a sense of distance. It is not too new to meet in this world for the first time to call him brothers and brothers. He is just a fellow Taoist, a person in the passage.

But calling it a prince is a kind of politeness or respect.

In Zhao Yu's mouth, it is naturally a polite behavior.

"Yes, Brother Zhao is right, but your strength is a bit high, and I can't let it go." Zhou Fuming was stunned for a moment, then smiled generously.

Why can he, a young master of the first-class power, become a friend of the Sikong family? It is not because of his strength, nor because of his identity, but because of his bold and loyal personality.

In terms of identity, although Sikong Tu is just the head of a pseudo-first-class force, he is not much lower than Zhou Fuming, and can even be said to be even a little higher.

In terms of strength, there is nothing more comparable. Zhou Fuming said that he only had the opportunity to break through to the realm of the sage, but Sikong Tu was at the second level of the Saint Fighting Warrior.

After all, it is because of his personality and personality.

"What's the point of being unable to let go? My strength has just been improved. Not long ago, I was chased by someone not long ago and had no way to go to the ground." Zhao Yu smiled bitterly. His so-called pursuit refers to the blocking and orders of the ferocious beast in the Mingshan Mountains.

Although there was no danger on that section of the road, it was indeed the most thrilling section of the road that Zhao Yu took, especially after learning about the pursuit order from Mingshan Mountains, he was even more afraid.

If you are not careful, you will become the public enemy of all the ferocious beasts in the world, which is the most miserable thing.

The so-called world here refers not only to this continent, but also to the upper realm.

"After all, it's still not strong enough." Zhou Fuming smiled bitterly and shook his glass: "By the way, Brother Zhao, are you really going to participate in the martial arts discussion?"

"My master's orders, no one dares not to obey." Zhao Yu shrugged, his face feeling helpless: "Isn't Brother Zhou going to participate in the martial arts discussion?"

"Of course I have to participate, but now seeing you, I feel... it seems that I don't need to go." Zhou Fuming looked discouraged: "I still have some confidence in fighting a warrior with a level six or seventh level. Even if I can't beat it, at least I can still show my own power, but fighting with you... it's just a discomfort."

Some geniuses can indeed cross-level duels, but they are only cross-levels, not cross-border.

Moreover, Zhao Yu is not a mediocre person, but the young leader of the Bajue Sect, and is also a genius among the geniuses. It is too difficult to duel with Zhao Yu across the border.

"Actually, Brother Zhou, I don't know much about martial arts. The elders in the master's sect have never told me in detail. This time, they were rushed over as soon as they came out." Zhao Yu smiled bitterly.

To be honest, he was really not very clear about the martial arts. The Seventh Old did not say anything to him, and Yang Xiao even asked questions because Yang Xiao had never participated. Even what Yang Xiao said was not even clear about the Seventh Old. Now that he caught a family of aristocratic families, he would definitely not be able to let go.

Otherwise, Zhao Yu wouldn't have invited Zhou Fuming to come and have a drink.

"Brother, I want to drink." After finishing eating the candied haws of the little monk Yichan, he looked at the wine glass in Zhao Yu's hand with bright eyes. His greedy look was really... a bit cute.

"You are a little monk, you can't drink alcohol or eat meat." Zhao Yu put the prepared soup in advance in front of the little monk Yichan with some amusement: "Come on, drink the soup."

"Oh." The little monk Yichan nodded innocently.

"Brother Zhao really doesn't understand Lu Wu at all?" Zhou Fuming glanced at Zhao Yu with a strange look.

As the young leader of the Bajue Sect, shouldn’t you know the most about martial arts? You should know that the initial martial arts was hosted by the Bajue Sect. Because they won the top ten martial arts, those forces had the opportunity to enter the upper realm.

Entering the upper realm is just to break through to a higher realm.

If you want to go further after becoming a powerful person, you can only enter the upper realm, otherwise you will be trapped in the realm of a powerful person.

Power is the highest realm in this continent, but not the highest realm in this world.

Zhao Yu shook his head gently. He really didn't know what Wu Wu was going to do, fighting in the ring or a competition. Zhao Yu really didn't know about these things.

"Actually, in terms of martial arts, it sounds like a game looking for something...." Zhou Fuming smiled awkwardly: "Enter Yan Liangshan, you need to find a token. Ten tokens can open ten lotus positions."

"It's that simple?"

"Simple?" Zhou Fuming shook his head with a wry smile: "It would be great if it was really that simple. No one knows how the ten tokens came from, and no one even knows where the token will be. He only knows that it is within the range of Yanliangshan. During this period, life and death are not the same as the person who opens the lotus position for the shortest time. The ranking is not the higher the person who enters the lotus position and finds the person with the largest number of stones in time and space, and the highest ranking is."
Chapter completed!