A Taoist nun sat in a sedan chair, and a whisk was placed in the bend of her left arm.

The whisk was obviously repaired in the past two years, new.

The Taoist nun’s eyebrows don’t look very old, but they always give people a feeling of old age and a strange temperament that is disgusting.

Wang Po hated her very much. If it weren't for her husband, he would have cut off one of her arms two years ago.

Of course, except for a person like Wang Po, no one dared to show any disgust towards the Taoist nun.

Because this Taoist nun has a very violent temper, because this Taoist nun is called Wuqiongbi, one of the previous generations of Fengshen, and a powerful man in the sacred realm.

There was no one in the other sedan.

The person who was originally sitting in the sedan chair was standing next to Wang Po at this time.

It was a very fat middle-aged man wearing bright yellow clothes, and the fat between his belly drooped from his belt, looking a little funny.

But no one dared to make fun of him.

Because he was the prime minister, the most powerful prince in the Great Zhou court, and he had the support of countless troops and ministers.

And not long ago, he finally broke through that threshold and became the first real strongman in the Chen royal family to enter the sacred realm after the previous emperor.

The latter thing has not been known to this day.

It was not until he came to Wenshui City from Kyoto, got on a sedan chair and went to Jiming Mountain, walked to Wang Po and stood side by side with him, and there was a great country in front of him.

Wang Po said, "I didn't expect it."

The King of Xiang sighed and said, "I didn't expect it either."

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The wind and snow cover Wenshui City and the ancestral hall.

The black eaves were filled with snow, which looked very white, but the white walls did not become whiter. Instead, they were reflected by the snow in the courtyard, making them look a little darker.

In the intermittent and dense wind and snow, the light splashed in the sky constantly changes, sometimes dark and sometimes bright.

In the darkness, many figures appeared in the wind and snow.

The assassins wore white clothes and covered their faces, just like the wind and snow, with a chill all over their bodies, which was hard to be discovered.

The first time they appeared, they were discovered by Tang Sanshiliu because they didn't care about being discovered by him.

Tang Sanshiliu's eyes narrowed.

The cold wind blew on his face, but it failed to reduce the heat, because the greasy hair had floated up after not washing for a long time.

His feeling is a bit bad because the picture is not beautiful enough and because the taste is not good.

He looked at the white-clothed assassins in the ancestral hall courtyard, scratched his head, and said, "It's so unfair that you have so many people beat me up."

The assassins in white naturally would not answer and looked at him expressionlessly.

Tang Sanshiliu looked up at the old worshipper.

He was sitting on the cushion at this time, and the old worshiper stood beside him. If he wanted to see the old worshiper's face more clearly, he would need to raise his head high.

You can say that he is like a duck waiting to be killed at this time, or you can say that he is like a proud big goose.

Yes, no matter how cold and terrible the assassins who sneaked into the ancestral hall through the wind and snow, they are never likely to be the opponents of the old worshippers.

But these assassins obviously didn't care, and their eyes were just on him, so there was only one explanation.

When the second master of the Tang family wants to kill Tang Sanshiliu, where does his confidence come from?

Because this old worshipper who stayed in the ancestral hall was his man.

The old worshiper said, "Sorry, Master."

Tang Sanshiliu smiled and said, "I'm sorry to hug you."

The old worshipper raised his right hand and slapped it at the top of his head.

The wind and snow suddenly flew, and the candlelight in the depths of the ancestral hall shook violently. The front rows were extinguished directly. More than ten tablets rolled down from the rack and smashed into several pieces on the ground.

Tang Sanshiliu moved.

The cushion scattered into countless pieces under him, and a ray of smoke with obvious poison spread out.

He rolled and crawled towards the snow-covered courtyard.

It is obvious that there is no defensive force from the Tang family in the ancestral hall, but he made preparations in advance.

But he didn't expect that the person who wanted to kill him would be the worshipper of the Tang family.

Of course the poisonous smoke in the cushion is very powerful, but how can it poison the other party?

The old worshiper was an elder of the Changsheng Sect back then. His true essence was extremely profound and his realm was at its peak. He could be called a half-step sacred person.

Not to mention that Tang Sanshiliu is now in the first realm of Juxingxing. Even if he suddenly exudes ten times his strength, how can he block this critical strike?

He rolled and crawled into the courtyard, how could he leave the cover of the palm wind?

The old worshiper's palm fell like a mountain.

The wind and snow in the ancestral hall courtyard seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the wind was quiet and the snow fell suddenly.

Seeing the old worshipper's palm, he was about to fall on Tang Sanshiliu's head.

Suddenly, the wind in the courtyard came alive again and snowflakes fell one after another.

A sword light appeared in the wind and snow.

The sword light was extremely bright, illuminating the wintersweet snow stools in the courtyard and the eyes of the assassins.

The sword was extremely gloomy and lost all its breath, as if it had been stained with fallen leaves and dust for more than a hundred days, and it had merged with the ancestral hall.

A few snowflakes falling from the sky suddenly turned red.

It was stained with blood.

An incredible expression appeared on the face of the old worshipper.

The palm wind whistled.

The sword light walked silently.

All the candles in the ancestral hall were immediately extinguished.

The dense tablets fell one after another.

Countless palm prints and sword marks appeared on the beams, pillars and walls.

With a sneering sound, the ancestral hall returned to silence again.

The old worshipper stood on the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall.

His left palm was penetrated by a sword, and blood flowed.

A deep sword mark appeared on his left chest, and blood gradually overflowed.

His right palm is stacked with the other party's left palm.

His opponent was a man in servant's clothes.

The man was very ordinary and could not find any characteristics.

For the past five years, the man's shoulders have been drooping, just like Wang Po on Jiming Mountain outside the city at this time.

But today it was not possible, because his left wrist to his shoulder had been shattered by the power of the old worshipper's palm.

Who is this person? He actually fought against the Tang family's old worshipper and suffered a loss of both sides.

Even if it was a sneak attack, it was still unbelievable.

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The old worshiper vaguely remembers this person, who should be the mute servant in the ancestral hall.

At this time, of course he knew that the other party could never be an ordinary mute servant.

Moreover, the other party was not a master of the Tang family arranged by the old man, because he knew all the secrets of the Tang family.

So who is this master who pretended to be a mute servant and sweeping the courtyard in the Tang Family Ancestral Hall for half a year?

If you can successfully attack a half-step sacred strong man, you must be a very professional assassin, and your realm must be almost the same.

The peak of Star Gathering? There is only one assassin in this realm today on the continent.

The old worshiper knew the other party’s identity, his pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted: “Take it!”

This is naturally what the assassins in white have said.

But at this critical moment, he forgot something very important.

The assassins in white rushed towards Tang Sanshiliu in the courtyard. The sword intent was sharp and gloomy, countless times colder than the snow in deep winter, which made people shudder.

In the dancing wind and snow, countless cold sword lights appeared, and then the sound of sharp blade breaking through the body and muffled groans were heard.

The blood sprinkled on the snow in the courtyard was particularly dazzling.

Several assassins fell into pools of blood and no longer breathed.

These assassins have high standards and are particularly vigilant, but they never expected that the sneak attack came from their companions.

The sharp and gloomy sword intent enveloped the courtyard of the Tang Family Ancestral Hall.

The mute servant retreated to the courtyard.
Chapter completed!