: White Duanfang City, everything is as usual.

Wang Fu, alias Wang Yan after disguise, wandered around the stalls in the market, occasionally quarreling with the stall owner over an item, successfully creating the image of himself as a wandering cultivator in the Qi Refinement Realm.

It'll make things easier..

After a few days, Wang Fu set up a stall in the market and sold some Level 1 talismans..

With the status of talisman master, the surrounding stall owners became more polite to Wang Fu..

Wang Fu also took the opportunity to intentionally or unintentionally introduce the topic to Wan Fa. These stall owners were quite critical of Wan Fa. After all, after Wan Fa took over the market, they had to take out a portion of spirit stones to present Wan Fa..

However, due to the strength of Wan Fa, everyone could only complain in their hearts..

Wang Fu took the opportunity to pretend that he accidentally revealed the Ten Thousand Method and the Spirit Beast Manor to refine the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and the Blood Spirit Beast with the lives of mortals..

Those rogue cultivators were all shocked when they heard this news. Such demonic behavior made them worry about their hometown. After all, as rogue cultivators, most of them came from the mortal world to cultivate..

Of course, some people doubted the truth of the news, but Wang Fu's words planted seeds in their hearts. In the future, whenever they heard that the village was destroyed, they would naturally suspect Ten Thousand Arts Method and Spirit Beast Manor..

Wang Fu followed suit. He changed his identity a few times a day and spread the news in Bai Duan Market. In less than two to three days, the news spread throughout Bai Duan Market that Ten Thousand Arts and Spirit Beast Manor were using mortal orders to practice the demonic path..

The blood spirit beasts might not be clear to everyone, but the name of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was enough to make cultivators 'scalps go numb wherever they were. It was a demonic weapon that terrified them..

Once you enter the soul flag, you will not be a ghost. If you do not go to the netherworld, you will not enter reincarnation..

Life after life can only be a ruthless demon who only knows how to kill.

After six days, Wang Fu finally stopped. He changed his appearance again and sat in an inn in the middle of the market. While drinking, he listened to the comments from all directions. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly..

He knew that his goal here had been achieved..

"Although everyone is whispering, since this place is already under the control of all Dharma methods, it is only a matter of time before they reach the ears of all Dharma methods. They will definitely send disciples to investigate. I will kill one if they come, and I will kill a pair if they come..

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A cold killing intent flashed across Wang Fu's eyes. The hunt for the disciples of the Ten Thousand Methods had officially begun..

However, before the disciples of Wan Fa could arrive, Wang Fu saw a familiar figure in the market..

It was a cultivator sitting in the corner of the inn. He had a stooped back and a cautious expression, especially his empty left arm, which was the most eye-catching. His head, which had been lowered all this time, seemed to be like Wang Fu's, listening to the other cultivators in the inn..

"Zhao Zelin!"

Wang Fu's pupils constricted. Even though the other party's appearance had changed greatly, his body was incomplete, and even his cultivation was only at the fifth level of Qi Cultivation, Wang Fu was sure that this person was Zhao Zelin, who deliberately made things difficult for him and humiliated him when he entered the sect.

This was the first acquaintance Wang Fu had seen in the four years since Fallen Feather Sect was destroyed..

" I didn't expect him to be alive…" Wang Fu's brows furrowed slightly, and his expression changed. Sometimes he was cold, sometimes relaxed, sometimes full of killing intent, and sometimes he sighed and smiled bitterly..

Wang Fu was very complicated. Logically speaking, Zhao Zelin had done something to him in the past. Even if he killed him, he would still have a clear conscience. However, when Fallen Feathers Sect was destroyed, he would miss others…

" According to Mo Fu, Zhao Zelin's master, who fought until the last moment of his life, used self-destruction to exchange for a trace of survival for his fellow disciples…Although I have never liked Elder Sun because of Zhao Zelin's identity, I have to say that I admire him..

Wang Fu looked at Zhao Zelin, who had always been cautious, from the gap in the crowd at the inn." Zhao Zelin, what role did you play when the sect was destroyed?"

" The arm fell off, cultivation dropped…"

" Wait, his dantian is on the verge of breaking. No wonder his cultivation has fallen to the fifth level of Qi Refinement…"

Wang Fu touched his chin and decided to meet him..

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He stood up and walked towards Zhao Zelin's corner table. He sat down as if no one else was around. He was in a disguise, so not only Zhao Zelin, but even Yun Ningshuang could not recognize him..

As expected, Zhao Zelin only raised his eyes warily to look at Wang Fu before slowly burying his head again..

Wang Fu called the waiter and ordered another pot of wine..

Pouring wine, Wang Fu pushed one of the two full glasses to Zhao Zelin..

He raised the glass in front of him and drank it in one gulp. Then, he said in a deep voice,

"I don't think it's interesting to sit here without ordering food or wine. I'm also an idle person. Please have a drink.".

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As he spoke, Wang Fu filled his glass again.

Zhao Zelin looked up at Wang Fu again as if he was searching for the memories in his head. In the end, he confirmed that he had not seen Wang Fu before, so he lowered his head again and became extremely vigilant..

" You're not going to give me face?" Wang Fu snorted coldly. His Qi of the seventh level pressed down on Zhao Zelin. In a short while, Zhao Zelin's expression became uncomfortable..

He couldn't understand why this person would suddenly target him. He wanted to get angry, but he touched the position of his Dantian. Even though he was ashamed and angry, he could only clench his fists tightly..

Finally, drink the glass in front of you.

" Thank you!" His hoarse voice sounded like someone who had traveled in the desert for several days without touching a drop of water. It was extremely raw and hard to hear..

Wang Fu saw this and thought that Zhao Zelin would be as arrogant and domineering as before. Even if he did not hurt others, he would still leave in anger. After all, his cultivation was only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement Realm. Even if his cultivation dropped, how could Zhao Zelin, who was arrogant and arrogant, look up to him?

With his combat consciousness, although he was only at the fifth level of Qi, his true combat strength was definitely higher than the seventh level of Qi..

"Hehe…" Wang Fu laughed coldly without hiding it and muttered,"It seems that people will change.".

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Zhao Zelin suddenly raised his head when he heard this..

Looking at Wang Fu's unfamiliar face, he was puzzled..

Wang Fu dipped his fingertips in the wine and wrote the word "do" on the table..

Zhao Zelin's pupils constricted. How could he not understand the meaning of this word if others did not understand it?

His master Sun Qian was the Peak Master of Fallen Feathers Sect, and he was also a member of the Law Enforcement Hall. Now that Fallen Feathers Sect had been destroyed for several years, there were fewer words circulating among the rogue cultivators..

He survived for years..

" Sir…who are you?" Although Zhao Zelin suspected that the other party was also a Fallen Feathers Sect disciple, he could not remember that Fallen Feathers Sect had such a person. He could only lower his voice and ask, staring at the other party..

However, the teasing in her eyes gave him a familiar feeling..

Wang Fu looked at Zhao Zelin's trembling eyes and felt a little happy for no reason. Zhao Zelin, who used to be arrogant, also had today?

He got up and walked out of the inn..

Zhao Zelin looked at the word " all " written on the table with wine. His expression was complicated, and even the muscles on his cheeks trembled slightly. In the end, he gritted his teeth and touched the table. The words disappeared, and he himself stood up and followed him out of the inn..

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