On the same day, after joining Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun and the other three rushed straight to Tianxiahui.

But Zhao Yu chose to stay at this time.

the reason is simple……

Just now, Zhao Yu suddenly remembered why he was so familiar with the name of this town!

Tianlin Village!

These three words may seem ordinary to others, but Zhao Yu knew that there was a world-wide opportunity here.

Beast-hearted messenger.

The Heart of Bodhidharma!!

And Zhao Yu knew very well that there was a secret of respecting heaven recorded in Bodhidharma's heart.

"In that case, we will wait for you in Tianyin City!"

Zhao Yu wanted to stay again and again. Although Nie Feng and others didn't know why, they could only let Zhao Yuzhan stay here in the end.

After the three brothers left, Zhao Yu took Meng to an inn that looked pretty good.

"Shopkeeper, there are two rooms in the upper room..."

Zhao Yu walked to the counter, stretched out his hand and took out a silver ingot worth about ten taels, and looked at the innkeeper in front of him with a strange expression.

"Well."

The shopkeeper was first attracted by the large amount of money in front of him, and then immediately planned to greet the waiter, but at this moment, he seemed to understand the strangeness in Zhao Yu's eyes.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, but there is only one room left in the shop. Well, yes, there is only one room left!"

Although the shopkeeper is from a small place, who does business, especially those who do business under the nose of the world, is not a well-rounded person?

Zhao Yu's eyes moved slightly, and the shopkeeper already understood it.

"this……"

Zhao Yu looked at Meng behind him with some embarrassment, the trace of wretchedness in his eyes was perfectly hidden.

"In that case, then..."

Two red clouds instantly appeared on Meng's cheeks, and she lowered her head slightly.

Before she could finish speaking, Zhao Yu slapped the silver ingot in his hand on the counter in front of the shopkeeper.

“One room only!”

"Okay, waiter, take the two guests to Room No. 1 in Tianzi!"

The shopkeeper immediately put away the silver ingots in front of him and smiled happily.

Ten taels of silver...

This is the first time he has seen such a wealthy customer since he opened this small shop.

The waiter also saw that Zhao Yu was generous, and immediately ran up and led the two of them to the house.

"Sir, this is the Emperor's No. 1 room."

Arriving outside a fairly spacious room, the waiter bowed and opened the door.

Although the furnishings inside are not luxurious, they are very elegant.

"Sir, if you need anything, just ask me."

Under Zhao Yuyinzi's guidance, the waiter seemed extremely enthusiastic.

After sending the waiter away, Zhao Yu closed the door of the room.

"Come out!"

Meng beside her had a shy look on her face. This was the first time she had been alone in a room with a man for such a long time.

However, Zhao Yu, who closed the door, sat directly next to the table and said impatiently.

Squeak...

The window on the side opened without warning, and a figure swept into the room.

The person who came was wearing a black robe, and his expression was as cold as snow drinking from a knife.

Don’t cry to the God of Death, just step into the clouds.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

Zhao Yu was so annoyed by this guy that he went crazy. If he hadn't planned to use him in the future, Zhao Yu would have gone crazy!

"Xiongba, you can't kill!"

Bu Jingyun stood motionless, his tone still as cold as ever.

"What if I don't agree?"

At this moment, Zhao Yu raised the corners of his mouth slightly and looked at the expressionless Bu Jingyun with interest.

He naturally understood that Bu Jingyun's thoughts were different from Nie Feng's.

For Bu Jingyun, Xiongba could only die in his hands.

And when Zhao Yu comes to Tianxiahui this time, he will definitely interfere. For him who is eager for revenge, this may be a good thing.

But his stubborn character made him unable to accept that Xiongba, his biggest enemy, would die in the hands of others.

"..."

Bu Jingyun did not reply, but turned around, with a cold glint in his eyes.

"What? You want to do something?"

Zhao Yu saw Bu Jingyun's expression, then rolled up his sleeves and stood up with a sneer.

Zhao Yu, who was disturbed from his good deeds, was also full of evil fire at this moment.

After the battle in Wushuang City, Bu Jingyun naturally understood that he was no match for the man in front of him no matter what.

But even so, facing Zhao Yu, this guy still moved his body, the clouds of energy surged between his hands, and the surging energy suddenly attacked Zhao Yu.

If he wants to avenge Huo Butian, Xiongba must die in his own hands.

He won't allow anyone to stop him from his determination to kill the tyrant!

Even Huo Lie would take action without hesitation as long as he stood in front of him.

"Damn it, you slapped your nose on your face!!"

Zhao Yu's feet suddenly moved, and his right leg instantly landed on Bu Jingyun's vital spot.

Faced with this strange and severe pain, Bu Jingyun's expression did not change at all.

And what really frightened him was the lingering sense of numbness.

The numbness lasted for several breaths before gradually fading away.

But just when Bu Jingyun was about to retreat, it was already too late.

Zhao Yu went up and swept Bu Jingyun to the ground with a sweeping kick.

Before Bu Jingyun could get up, Zhao Yu immediately rushed forward. He punched and kicked Bu Jingyun who was lying on the ground.

Meng Meng on the side looked stunned.

How can this be a competition between two geniuses in the world of martial arts?

It was clearly a fight between ruffians and thugs!

The dignified God of Death was pinned to the ground and kicked and punched by a man who was also famous all over the world...

After burning a stick of incense, the evil fire in Zhao Yu's heart dissipated a lot.

"I don't want to talk nonsense to you, get lost!"

After the beating, the anger in Zhao Yu's heart finally subsided a lot.

Look at Bu Jingyun on the ground again.

Although the expression in his eyes is still cold, coupled with the bruised nose and swollen face, it looks a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

Especially the very cool black robe, which was now torn to pieces, no better than a beggar on the street.

"Xiongba is mine..."

However, even though he has been beaten into such a bear shape, his reputation as the God of Death who does not cry is not in vain!

At this moment, he can still stubbornly fight against Zhao Yu!

"Okay, okay, I'm really convinced by you, I'm convinced!!"

Zhao Yu waved his hand and motioned for this guy to disappear in front of him.

Bu Jingyun looked at Zhao Yu for a long time, and when Zhao Yu was about to lose control of his anger, he finally jumped out of the window.

After Bu Jingyun left the stick of incense, the atmosphere in the room returned to what it should have been before.

The red candle flickered lightly, Zhao Yu looked at the dream illuminated by the red candle light, and his mind swayed along with it.

The eyes of the two people gradually became blurred, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the whole room.

"There is a ghost, killing people!!"
Chapter completed!