Zhou Zhao's guess was right. Li Mochou was an NPC after all, so he did not receive information as quickly as players. By the time he received the news, the duel between Zhou Zhao and the two players had already ended.
Li Mochou had heard a lot of news about the grass along the way, but he did not stop moving forward. In her opinion, these mutants were just exaggerating.
The Inhumans had only appeared for a few months, so how could there be any experts? Moreover, more than a month ago, she had fought with a stalk of grass, but she did not perform too well. It was similar to the martial arts masters she had encountered before, but countless martial arts masters had died under her Ice Spirit Silver Needle.
She, Li Mochou, was known as Fairy Chilian in the pugilistic world. She had killed countless people and could make babies stop crying. However, when she thought about that time, she was shocked and furious. When had she ever suffered such a huge loss?
"Lingbo, did you get it?"
Standing on the bluestone path of the main street, Li Mochou could not help but frown as he looked at the bluestone that had been shattered like a spider web.
"I asked Master. That evil thief didn't go far. I heard the mutant say that it's a town ten miles south!”
The person being questioned by Li Mochou was a pretty young Daoist nun. She wore an apricot yellow Daoist robe and had two swords on her back. The blood-red silk on the hilts of the swords fluttered in the wind, giving her a heroic aura.
This was Li Mochou's eldest disciple, Hong Lingbo. Li Mochou had saved her life when she was being hunted by her enemies and had become a disciple of his. Therefore, although she did not agree with her master's bloodthirsty behavior, she was still loyal.
"Let's go!"
Li Mochou waved his horsetail whisk and narrowed his almond-shaped eyes.
The two of them rushed in the direction they had inquired about.
The streets of the ancient town were mottled. There were various shops on both sides to welcome customers, peddlers hawking along the streets, and various stalls on the roadside to attract business. Zhou Zhao walked slowly. His white robe and black sword were really eye-catching. When people from the martial arts world walked by, they could not help but avoid them. This was because the reputation of a stalk of grass was too great. It had long spread throughout the world through the strange people.
Not to mention the small town nearby. There were even many players who were present at the scene. Their memories were still fresh. A pitch-black heavy sword killed King Kong, and then Black Sword's head was chopped off. The scene was tragic.
Smelling the fragrance of the meat, Zhou Zhao stopped in his tracks. A small restaurant with simple decorations came into view. Many customers were eating happily inside. The mutton was cooked to a golden crispy color and the fragrant mutton was placed on the table.
This aroused Zhou Zhao's appetite. He went in and sat down, ordering half a roasted lamb, a few side dishes, and a pot of sake.
"Alright, please wait a moment.”
A waiter wearing a plain blue short jacket, a cloth hat on his head, and a white towel on his shoulder shouted.
Not long after, the roasted sheep that was suffused with golden oil was served. The fragrance spread everywhere, making one's mouth salivate.
Zhou Zhao cut off a piece and put it into his mouth, chewing it carefully. The rich fragrance and the deliciousness of the meat exploded in his mouth. It was very delicious, and he couldn't help but praise it secretly.
All of a sudden, Zhou Zhao was stunned, and then he smiled casually. His chopsticks moved like the wind, because he wouldn't be in the mood to eat later.
"Alright, a stalk of grass. Today, I'll send you on your way with delicious food. Your life won't be in vain!”
After a quarter of an hour, a handsome young master dressed in brocade clothes and a jade crown suddenly stood up. He held a folding fan in one hand and looked very carefree, like a young master from a wealthy family.
"My Drunken Breeze is colorless and odorless. It's fine for ordinary people to consume it, but for martial artists, their true qi will be completely depleted. You didn't expect to die here, did you? Hahaha, this is a treasure that our God's Arrival Guild obtained through a series of missions.”
This young master chuckled. At the same time, nearly half of the Jianghu people in this small shop suddenly stood up. The swords in their hands were unsheathed and pointed at Zhou Zhao.
Zhou Zhao knew the name of the God's Advent Guild. It was rumored that it was formed with the support of a certain financial magnate. It was a large-scale organization that had a presence in many popular games. Now, their hands had also reached into the Myths.
Zhou Zhao didn't say a word, his face expressionless as he looked at this smug player.
The surrounding diners were terrified and fled the store one after another. In a short while, only Zhou Zhao and the people from the Divine Advent Guild were left in the store.
"Take it down and cut off the head of a blade of grass to collect the bounty. With this amount of money, we can develop quickly in the game and far surpass other organizations and guilds.”
The player wearing the brocade robe didn't want to care about Zhou Zhao's reaction and immediately gave the order.
"Clang!"
The members who were only a table away from Zhou Zhao heard the order and unsheathed their long sabers at their waists. Cold light flashed as they slashed towards Zhou Zhao's neck. Although this was only an unranked expert, his attacks were extremely fast. Ordinary people could not dodge at all. They expected that Zhou Zhao would also be powerless to resist.
"Boom!"
All of a sudden, the sound of wind and thunder could be heard, and a hurricane blew. With a loud rumble, the player who had drawn his sword charged out like a cannonball, causing the green brick wall to collapse and dust to fly everywhere.
"So, are you done with your nonsense?”
Zhou Zhao slowly stood up, his right hand holding the heavy sword, pointing at the noisy player. The Yellow Emperor Internal Cultivation Technique was immune to all poisons, so how could he be afraid of a little Zui Qingfeng?
" How is that possible? We've tested it before…"
The player swallowed hard. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his legs went weak.
Zhou Zhao no longer listened to his nonsense and suddenly dashed out, swinging his black iron heavy sword. With a loud bang, the man didn't even have time to scream, and his head exploded like a watermelon, red and white splattering everywhere. Suddenly, the brick wall of the store continued to bulge out. Bodies covered in blood fell down one after another. Broken limbs and remains, it was like hell.
Now, Zhou Zhao deeply understood how attractive the head of a stalk of grass was. The Jianghu Hunting Order was indeed not just for show.
After Zhou Zhao left, a post marked as red as blood was posted on the Mythological Forum: Another wave of casualties. The scene is terrifying. There's a high energy ahead. Please watch carefully.
This post was about the tragic situation of the store, which made all the players who had bad intentions about the grass tremble in fear. This was too horrifying. They died so miserably while playing a game.
"Thief, you still want to run!"
At this moment, Zhou Zhao had just left the old town when he met the murderous Li Mochou, who was gritting his teeth, and the youthful Taoist nun Hong Lingbo, who was carrying two swords on her back.
He had finally found her!
A hint of a smile flashed across Zhou Zhao's eyes.
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