In the blink of an eye, two days have passed. In the past two days, Zhao Yu and the others have not encountered anyone or any ferocious beasts. However, even if they meet people, they will not be afraid. A group of four people, three Saints and Warriors and one big fighter, such a team is much stronger than those second-rate families, and even some first-class families that rank at the bottom do not have such a lineup.

Not everyone can cultivate Saint Warriors under the age of 40, and not everyone can buy those elixirs that are specially used to pull seedlings and encourage growth.

"Brother Zhao, in three days, you should be at your destination."

On a small hill, Zhou Tongming looked at the map and said with some emotion.

According to the Zhou family's calculations, it took them about half a month to reach their destination, but now, half a month has been shortened to five days. This speed is really not something that most people can accept.

And Zhou Tongming could see that if Zhao Yu was traveling alone, he would probably be able to get there in three days.

"Three days, it's okay." Zhao Yu nodded and smiled, "It's not too long."

There are three months for Yan Liangshan's assessment and three months for martial arts, which means... they have half a year for them to be in Yan Liangshan.

Jiulingtai, this is a treasure that can change its physique without any side effects. No matter who it is, you will be moved when you know it. Even those super strengths in the upper realm will be moved.

Zhao Yu thought it was very cost-effective to spend five days on this treasure.

"Come on, Brother Zhao, there is only one bottle of osmanthus wine left, save some drinks." Zhou Mingtong handed the wine to Zhao Yu with some pain.

In the past two days, they drank a full ten jar of wine. The fighters drank a drink. If the internal energy evaporated, it would not be an exaggeration to drink a hundred jars. But the problem is that neither he nor Zhao Yu used any internal energy.

But every time, he was drunk and Bai Zhouzhou was on his shoulders and rushed on his way, while Zhao Yu continued to fly like no one was fine.

You know, among the ten jars of wine, Zhou Mingtong drank at most three jars, and the others were all in Zhao Yu's stomach.

Sometimes, Zhou Mingtong was wondering if this was the difference between a Saint Fighter and a Great Fighter. It was not until last night that Zhou Fu drank a jar and slept hard on the ground. Zhou Mingtong realized that this was not the difference between a Saint Fighter and a Great Fighter, but the difference between a human and a livestock.

Furthermore, sometimes Zhao Yu drinks while rushing to the road, which in Zhao Yu's words is...this is romantic.

Although poor Zhou Fuming brought a lot of wine in, he could not withstand Zhao Yu's consumption. After all, good wine is still very rare.

"This is good, then this jar is mine." Zhao Yu waved his hand and held the jar in his arms. Judging from his posture, he was not going to give Zhou Fuming a drink.

Zhou Fuming's lips twitched a few times and said with a wry smile: "Brother Zhao, I'm all doubting whether you are a drunkard reincarnation."

"Aming, have you forgotten that there is a drunkard in our Bajue Sect?" Zhao Yu laughed.

There is wine in life that you should be drunk. People like Zhao Yu who almost thought he was dead and died have no resistance to things like wine.

Before this, he needed to keep awakening to this world at all times, not dared to relax at all, and even be cautious in his words and deeds, for fear that if he accidentally provokes a person who is in a state of great importance, then he would not be able to live.

But now it’s different. In this environment, everyone is equal, and there is no one who can go to heaven at any time. He can make him wiped out by raising his hand.

In this case, Zhao Yu's temperament can be restored.

"That's right, you Bajue Sect can't look at it with a normal eye." Zhou Tongming smiled bitterly and shook his head.

If other sects had such strong strength, they would have already unified the continent long ago. How could they hide aside and develop quietly like the Bajue Sect? If other people heard that there were treasures like Jiulingtai, let alone giving them eight places to the Zhou family, it would be great to give one or two of them, and they might even kill people to silence them directly.

But what about Bajue Sect and Zhao Yu? What they do is not something that normal people can understand.

"Okay, eat and drink enough, come out..." Zhao Yu stood up, consciously put the osmanthus wine into his storage ring, waved his hand and made a commander's posture, but before he could speak, his face immediately changed.

"Brother Zhao, why..."

"Someone." Zhao Yu raised his hand and made a gesture of silence. With a wave of his hand, three talismans flew out of his storage ring. In the blink of an eye, the voices of the four of them disappeared without a trace.

If it weren't for seeing it with your own eyes, no one would have found them hiding on this hillside.

This is a talisman that specifically hides the voice, and was given to him by the old man Xi Du before leaving.

In the words of the old man from Xi Poison, this is a must-have item for killing people and robbing goods. With the poison pill, it is simply a disadvantage.

Originally, the old man from Xidu was worried that Zhao Yu would be disgusted with these behaviors, but unexpectedly, Zhao Yu was very happy and asked him for several photos.

The so-called decent people in this continent may be very disgusted with poisons and other things, but for Zhao Yu, being able to protect his life is a good thing, and there is nothing to dislike or disgusted.

Soon, more than 80 people in a group were already rushing from the ground. Fortunately, Zhao Yu and the others hid in the north of the small hillside, and there were only four people, so they had little goal, otherwise there would be no place to go.

"Nangong Family." Zhou Fuming's pupils suddenly contracted, and he wrote four people gently on the ground.

Zhao Yu was stunned for a moment and looked at Zhou Zhou.

"By Mr. Zhao, these people are the ones who intercepted us. The Saint Fighting Warrior who led the team was Nangong Tianhao. In their team, except for the seventy big fighters with different strengths, six of the other people were all Saint Fighting Warriors. We two brothers were killed by them just to let us escape." Zhou Zhou actively sent a voice to explain.

At such moments, no one dares to say even a word, and can only use voice transmission.

Although the distance is far enough and as long as you whisper a little, Zhou Tongming still dared not make any sounds come out for conservatism, although he wanted to cut the people in front of him into pieces at this time.

Zhao Yu did not answer, but just nodded slightly, looked at Zhou Tongming, and sent a soft voice: "Aming, do you want to take revenge?"

Zhou Tongming nodded fiercely.
Chapter completed!