Chapter 1488 Beggar

After dealing with some matters, the three of them drank to catch up on the old days.

When he was drunk, Zhou Shu's complexion suddenly changed, he cupped his hands, got up and left.

Hua Lin was puzzled, "What's wrong, Brother Zhou?"

Zhao Yige drank on his own, "What else could it be? I must have found something abnormal, but this time it looks very serious, maybe we have found that thing."

Hua Lin unconsciously said, "Huh? Shall we go?"

Zhao Yige waved his hand and gulped it down again, "In Lingyu City, there should be nothing he can't do, just wait and see, your story hasn't been finished just now, keep talking..."

Hua Lin thought about it too, and said with a smile, "Back then the Hua family..."

Zhou Shu's figure was like electricity, and soon appeared on the previous street.

"Why is this..."

Beneath the calm face was a turbulent heart.

The divine thoughts he released kept searching, and most of them were normal, but the strand of divine thoughts left beside the beggar disappeared without a trace, and he didn't find it until he sensed this side.

Who could quietly annihilate his divine sense?

Even Zhou Shu couldn't believe it, even a monk at the ninth level of the Tribulation Transcending Realm might not be able to do it.

With a glance, he saw that the beggar had long since disappeared.

And my other divine thoughts didn't sense the beggar at all, and disappeared without a sound.

This opponent...

In the first battle outside the Chongyang Palace, after Zhou Shu defeated Quan Anan, it was basically certain that no one in the world of cultivating immortals could pose a serious threat to him. It was also an admission of defeat, which allowed Zhou Shu to have a clear understanding of his own strength, and he would no longer have any scruples. No matter who his opponent was, he would no longer feel emotional.

But at this moment, he was really worried.

Is that beggar really a mortal?

Could it be that the cultivation base has reached the point where others can't see the state at all?

The old man in the tavern was still talking loudly, and Zhou Shu appeared in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"Where did that beggar go?"

"What beggar... what are you doing, are you looking for death!"

Suddenly there was another person in front of the old man, and he asked himself directly, regardless of his status as a cultivator in the state of transformation, and immediately became furious, but soon found that no matter what method he used, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response.

The old man paused immediately, and whispered, "Senior... Who is Senior?"

Zhou Shu said in a serious voice, "Don't ask me who I am. Did you see that beggar you looked down upon earlier? Where did you go?"

"The beggar?"

The old man hesitated, "The beggar with eight-color clouds on his head?"

Zhou Shu doubted, "Ba Se, shouldn't the nobility you're talking about be Qi Se Xiangyun?"

"Normally it's seven colors, but there's still a streak of black on the top of his head, which can't be seen unless you look closely. It's because of this that the old man didn't go to make friends. The seven colors are mixed with black, and he has a lot of nobility, but it's not a good omen. ..."

The old man explained in every detail that what he said before turned out to be some nonsense.

Zhou Shu pondered slightly, "Where did he go?"

The old man hurriedly said, "Let's go, I walked out along this street, and disappeared soon, um, it seems to be walking very fast, eh, where is the person?"

When I looked again, the person in front of me had disappeared, as if I had never been there before.

The old man shook his head and stroked his beard, "What's going on, could it be that this old man is dreaming in broad daylight..."

Zhou Shu went straight forward and quickly rushed out of the city gate.

It seems that spiritual perception has no effect on the beggar, but vision should be able to, otherwise the old man would not be able to see.

Outside Lingyu City, there is a plain with a wide field of vision.

Sure enough, a hundred miles ahead, there was a beggar staggering forward, judging by the appearance, it was the beggar who was in the city before.

Zhou Shu felt relieved, and immediately chased after him.

The distance between the two was not more than a hundred miles, but how could they know that after chasing for a certain distance, the distance became farther and farther. In the sight, the beggar turned into a small black spot, which was about to disappear.

Although Zhou Shu is not good at speed, but when it comes to playing tricks, few people can match him.

The beggar was even faster than him.

Seeing that he was about to be unable to catch up, Zhou Shu let out a soft whistle, "Forgive me for being rude."

The Qingzhi sword was released from his hand, and drew a long rainbow, which was as swift as a gust of wind in the field, and the sword light flickered in between, within a few ups and downs, it was only a few miles away from the black spot.

The speed of a monk is hard to compare with Feijian's full speed, and it also has the bonus of domain.

Zhou Shu's spiritual thoughts were naturally attached to the sword.

Zhou Shu said in a calm voice, "Who is fellow Taoist, and why come and go in such a hurry."

"Ah."

With a chuckle, the beggar turned around and saw the same appearance he had seen before. The red dot between his eyebrows became extremely shiny, although it was bright but did not diverge, it was like stars in the night sky.

Seeing the abnormal situation, Zhou Shu's face tightened, "What did you do in Lingyu City?"

"Hehe, why do you have to chase after him so hard?"

The deep voice seemed to come from the ancient times, but it was also a little harsh.

The beggar faced Zhou Shu, and was still slowly retreating, but it only seemed slow, the two were still far away, and Zhou Shu still couldn't get close, but got farther and farther away.

Zhou Shuning said, "Who the hell are you?"

The beggar smiled slightly, "I'm already in your hands, and you still ask who I am?"

Zhou Shu's heart moved, "You really came out of it."

"I've been bored for too long."

The beggar nodded slowly, showing a sense of desolation, "It's good to be able to come out, and thank you too... Well, I will give you that thing, if you can find a way to use it, ha ha."

Zhou Shu's heart trembled slightly, and he only shouted in a deep voice, "What the hell are you? What did you do in Lingyu City?"

The beggar said indifferently, "I've been bored for too long, I just took some life."

"vitality?"

Zhou Shu was shocked, "You took the life of the people in the city?"

"Vitality and death are not the lifespan of a person. Don't worry, there is no harm. They will be back in a few days."

The beggar shook his head, with some regret in his eyes, "Hehe, your city is really full of vitality. If possible, I really want to live forever, but unfortunately, oh..."

Zhou Shu was a little bit at a loss, he might understand life, but what is death, and judging from the beggar's words, life and death are not exclusive to people, even cities have them.

In a daze, the beggar was already far away, only a little dazed, and soon disappeared.

A voice came from a distance, "You are very nice, you remind me of him, oh... see you later."

Knowing that it was impossible to catch up, Zhou Shu stood in place, speechless for a while.

Soon, Qing Zhijian turned back to him.

Cai Ying said in surprise, "That man is so strange, it seems that I can't get close to my sword intent at all, I can only go there and not move."

"Well, I think it's strange too, let's go back."

Zhou Shu picked up the Qingzhi sword and walked back to the city slowly.

There were many doubts in his mind, and the only thing he could be sure of was that the beggar was not a real entity, but an incorporeal body, but his spiritual sense could not distinguish it at all.

Is it really the spirit in that thing?

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