The sky gradually darkened. In the Daoist temple, Zhou Zhao sat cross-legged on a futon in the back hall. A faint purple qi circulated between his breaths. Now, Zhou Zhao was very immersed in this feeling of gradually becoming stronger.
But all of a sudden, Zhou Zhao's mind moved, sensing that someone was silently barging into the Daoist temple. He could sense that the two of them were extremely fast, light and vigorous. In ten breaths, they had already reached the back hall.
In the darkness, two black-clothed men with their faces covered approached the back hall. They each took out a dagger and narrowed their eyes. The killing intent in their hearts grew. Just as they were about to rush in and kill the young Taoist priest...
Chi chi!
In an instant, the sound of two sharp weapons piercing into flesh rang out. The two men in black only felt a sudden pain in their legs. They groaned and could no longer hold on as they knelt on the ground.
Zi la!
At this moment, the oil lamp in the back hall was suddenly lit up. The burning oil made a sizzling sound and sparks flew. The originally dark place became bright.
"I've never offended anyone, but I didn't expect that there would still be someone in this world who wanted my life!”
Only then did the two men in black realize that there were two iron nails embedded in their knees. The pain that penetrated deep into their bones made them break out in cold sweat. At this moment, they looked up in the direction of the sound.
A slender young man wearing a loose blue Daoist robe with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes was holding an ancient lamp. His eyes were as deep as a cold lake as he looked at them. His voice was calm.
"You hid it so well. The Purple Cloud Temple is clearly not a true disciple, but I didn't expect it to have a cultivation inheritance.”
One of the men in black who was kneeling on the ground endured the pain in his body and shouted unwillingly.
"We're screwed. You've offended a big shot, so don't think about how long you can live. Cough cough, a mere Daoist who dares to touch the royal family, you will die a hundred times worse than us…"
Just as Zhou Zhao was listening, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The voice of the man in black who spoke gradually became unclear. In Zhou Zhao's perception, their heartbeat gradually weakened.
"Deathsworn!"
With a thought from Zhou Zhao, the masks of the men in black were automatically pulled off. Black blood continuously gushed out of the mouths of the two men. In just a few breaths, they fell to the ground with a thud, completely dead.
Someone actually sent death warriors to kill him, this was simply beyond Zhou Zhao's expectations.
Moreover, it seemed that it was because Gao Yang was close to him that a big shot made a move against him. It seemed like someone had covetous intentions towards Gao Yang? So he wanted to get rid of a small figure like him who was blocking the way?
Is it Fang Yiai?
If Zhou Zhao did not know about history, he would probably still be confused.
But Zhou Zhao knew that if there were no accidents, Princess Gao Yang would marry a concubine. If Fang Yi 'ai was targeting Princess Gao Yang now, then his sudden appearance would be seen as a thorn in her side.
If his guess was correct, then even if he was the son of a minister, Zhou Zhao would definitely kill him.
Zhou Zhao thought to himself as he disposed of the assassin's corpse. However, after quickly dealing with the corpse, Zhou Zhao temporarily put this little episode aside and continued to cultivate in the Daoist temple.
For Zhou Zhao now, his strength would rise in a straight line with each passing day. Naturally, he could not be delayed by such a small matter.
In the blink of an eye, another three days had passed. Zhou Zhao's Violet Cloud Divine Art had successfully entered the sixth level. His true energy was abundant in his dantian. With a light leap, he could cover a distance of two to three zhang. The cold light of his sword was overflowing. In the world of the Smiling Proud Jianghu, he could already be considered a well-known expert.
These few days, Gao Yang brought a few maids to the Taoist temple and stayed for half a day before leaving. Other than that, nothing else happened. Even the so-called big shots did not make a move.
After a few more days, Zhou Zhao's progress was smooth, and the Violet Cloud Divine Art entered the seventh level. This was already the last three levels of the Violet Cloud Divine Art, and finally revealed some of the magical aspects of the Daoist cultivation method.
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