Wine Sword Immortal: Hangover on a rainy night, a sword shakes the world

Zhao Hongzhe is also worthy of being the fifth-rank pinnacle king, but with just a casual palm, it has brought great destructive power.

Although it hadn't reached Su Bei's body yet, where the palm print passed, there were fine cracks in the space.

If Zhao Hongzhe didn't use his full strength because he was concerned that this was the Zhao family's ancestral hall, otherwise Su Bei would have no doubt that the destructive power of the opponent's move would become stronger.

Zhao Hongzhe in front of him didn't use a weapon, so Su Bei just merged his fingers, and slashed forward slightly with his sword finger, and a red sword energy instantly slashed towards Zhao Hongzhe's huge palm print.

"Boom!"

Like two blisters bursting, an almost undetectable sound rang in the ears of the two.

It turned out to be a tie!
The calmness on Zhao Hongzhe's face had long since disappeared, and he looked at Su Bei in shock.

After a while, Zhao Hongzhe adjusted the shock in his heart, looked at Su Bei and said with a smile, "Heroes are born young!"

Although both of them still have many powerful skills and methods that are useless, this is not a life-and-death battle after all, just click on it.

"Hongzhe, isn't this kid not bad?" The old man's face was filled with a touch of pride.

Hearing this, Zhao Hongzhe nodded.

He was about to say something, but an extremely anxious voice came from a distance at an extremely fast speed.

"Patriarch, it's not good, the Li family is calling."

Su Bei turned his head to look, and saw not far away, a young man in gray rushed over.

The clothes on the opponent's body were those of ancient times, a gray robe that was raised high as the young man ran.

It seems that except for the head of the Zhao family in front of him, all the people in the Zhao family are wearing that ancient costume.

"The Zhao Sheng who brought us here earlier was wearing a black robe, why is this one in gray?" Zhao Hongzhe, the Patriarch of the Zhao family, walked quickly to the gray robed youth, as if he was talking about something.

Taking advantage of this period, Su Bei quickly looked to the old Taoist and asked.

"The gray one means that the opponent is just an outer disciple." The old Taoist took a breath and continued, "And the black one is an inner disciple. As for the fist-sized Zhao character embroidered on their clothes, it represents The Zhao family."

Su Bei couldn't help but nodded when he heard the words.

Although this Zhao family is also a big family, it is not at all different from those big families in Qingzhou that Su Bei has seen.

The entire architectural style is not only antique, but even many places still retain the ancient features.

"In the future, you will often see people dressed like this. Many families formed by Taoist disciples have this style and characteristics. Don't make a fuss."

Su Bei nodded and continued to ask, "Then what is the key to distinguish the inner door from the outer door? Is it strength?"

"No."

"What's that?" Su Bei asked curiously.

Since ancient times, good things are often controlled by the strong.

Perhaps something has fallen into the hands of ordinary people, but that is only a minority after all.

"Depending on blood relationship." The old Taoist explained, "Most of the disciples of the outer sect are people with foreign surnames, and they can only become disciples of the inner sect if they have reached the realm of the fourth-rank Hualing Grandmaster. The Zhao family's original and foreign surnames do not have to be like this. They have been inner sect disciples since they were born, regardless of their level of cultivation."

Hearing this, Su Bei nodded.

That is to say, if you want to become an inner disciple of the Zhao family, you must either have a good reincarnation, or you will only have to work hard the day after tomorrow to become stronger.

"Both of you, sit down first, I have some things to deal with here." Zhao Hongzhe, Patriarch of the Zhao family, said anxiously.

As he spoke, he walked outside without looking back.

"Go and see?"

Su Bei put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the old Taoist and said.

After drinking a cup of warm tea, Su Bei's condition immediately improved a lot, and he looked energetic and full of vitality.

"No, old man, I can't move my old bones." The old man said without raising his head while tasting the snacks on the small table beside him.

"I'm leaving."

Su Bei stood up, looked at the old man and said.

He can't sit still.

Of course, Su Bei is not the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

However, when the Patriarch of the Zhao family went out with the outer disciple of the Zhao family, a voice suddenly came to Su Bei's mind.

It was the prompt from the system and the assigned task.

Help the Zhao family solve this trouble, and reward "Nirvana Sword Intent".

Not only that, but it can also directly increase the strength of North Jiangsu to the middle stage of the fifth-rank king.

People make money and birds die for food. Subei has no reason to refuse such a reward.

After all, although Su Bei's strength at this time has reached the level of a fifth-rank peak king, his realm is only the early stage of a king who has just stepped into the realm of a fifth-rank king.

In other words, even if Su Bei's strength does not step into the realm of the sixth rank venerable, there is still enough room for growth.

……

On the other side, in the Zhao family's manor, five powerful men stood in the air.

They are all wearing that kind of ancient robes. Obviously, even if the other party is not a Taoist, they are also from a martial arts family with extraordinary strength.

"Cheng'er, how are you?" Patriarch Zhao Hongzhe asked anxiously when he saw the young man lying on the ground beside him.

At this time, Zhao Sheng's face was as pale as paper, but on his body, there were already several hideous wounds, and blood flowed out crazily as if he didn't want money.

"Oh, Brother Zhao, I'm sorry." One of the five strong men standing in the sky, seeing Zhao Hongzhe's anxious expression at this time, said sarcastically, "I didn't know he was your son , started a little harder."

Zhao Sheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said bitterly, "Father, I can no longer practice Taoism with you."

"Don't talk nonsense, eat this quickly." Zhao Hongzhe took out a white jade bottle from his portable space, and handed the red pill inside to Zhao Sheng.

"It's useless. I've ruined his foundation of Taoism. From now on, your Zhao family will have no successors." The figure in midair laughed wildly and unscrupulously.

Hearing this, Zhao Hongzhe was furious, and looked at the one in the middle of the five figures in the air, shouting, "Li Qingshan, you are too deceitful! You actually came to my Zhao's house and hurt my son. Is it dead?"

Unlike Su Bei, the Zhao family and other Taoist disciples, they practiced Taoism from the very beginning.

While practicing Taoism, he will also follow the normal cultivation system, that is, relying on spiritual energy to continuously become stronger.

And the benefits of doing so are many.