Fantasy: The opening pushes the ages

Sihai Pavilion

In the past ten days, Zhao Tianfu couldn't be happy no matter what.

He was groggy all day long, and he didn't have the energy to do anything. Even when he was on the bed, he was fluffy and fluffy.

After sacrificing his precious daughter, Zhao Dong'er, and paying such a huge price, after Wu Ming went back, there was no news at all.

Like a rock sinking into the sea.

This made him a little unacceptable.

Recently, according to his friends in Shenyu, the king of Shenyu has already made a decision, and the person who is talking about Shenyu in Huangtianyu is the Tianyu Dynasty.

For him, this was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

The Tianyu Dynasty, a last-tier third-rate power, the strongest of which is no more than the Faxiang realm, after receiving the help of the God Realm, in just a few days, it has become a power second only to the Sword God Palace and the Sihai Pavilion.

This time, Zhao Tianfu's eyes were so envious, and at the same time, he secretly hated this Tianyu Dynasty. Of course, the resentment in his heart was more from Shenyu.

If these powers were used on Sihai Pavilion, wouldn't it be a certainty to surpass the Sword God Palace?

But now, what did he get.

Nothing at all.

The bamboo basket was empty.

He emptied half of his family fortune and sent his precious daughter away, offending his child Zhao Jing and his right-hand man Shangguan Peng.

Fortunately, Shangguanpeng said that he was his good friend for many years after all, but Zhao Jing, who had always been stubborn, had not spoken a word to him so far. When we met in the courtyard on weekdays, Zhao Jing also turned around and left.

"Ugh."

Inside the house, Zhao Tianfu sighed for a long time, and immediately looked at the emptiness in front of him. After a long time, he slowly got up, picked up a dilapidated oil lamp carefully, picked up a handkerchief embroidered with gold borders, carefully wipe.

That feeling is like holding some peerless treasure.

Be very careful.

"master……"

Shangguan Peng walked in, and seeing this scene, he felt extremely sad.

That old oil lamp was given to Zhao Tianfu by Zhao Jing when he was ten years old. Although it is worthless, it is Zhao Jing's painstaking effort.

Every part was cast by Zhao Jing himself. Until now, he still clearly remembers that the little milk baby, who was not as tall as the stove, was carrying a hammer heavier than himself, knocking it out one by one.

Zhao Tianfu looked up at Shangguanpeng, and couldn't help but tears glistening in his eyes.

He seemed extremely tough in front of outsiders, but he was so vulnerable only in front of his old friends for many years.

He smiled wryly, and took down the old oil lamp.

"What's the matter?"

Shangguanpeng closed the door, then stood in front of Zhao Tianfu, froze for a few seconds, and then took out a note from his cuff.

Zhao Tianfu took it and frowned the moment he saw it.

On some khaki paper strips, several large characters were clearly displayed on them.

Shadow Pavilion, Eastern China.

He suddenly raised his head, his heart was very excited, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and he stuttered when he spoke, "The Phantom Pavilion... Behind the Phantom Pavilion is the Eastern Divine Region..."

"Currently there are at least six levels of confidence." Shangguan Peng said.

"Okay, that's good." Zhao Tianfu laughed a few times, a murderous look flashed in his eyes, and then he slapped his palm heavily on the table, and said loudly: "Since there is the support of the Eastern Region Shenzhou, then it must be There are quite a few strong people in the Shadow Pavilion, so a small Sword God Hall must be ignored."

Shangguan Peng's heart skipped a beat, "Master, what you mean is to..."

Zhao Tianfu nodded, and laughed wildly: "That's right, I don't believe it, the Eastern Region Shenzhou took action, and destroyed a small Sword God Temple?"

Seeing the prediction come true, Shangguanpeng was extremely regretful at this moment.

But Zhao Tianfu has made up his mind, no matter how much he persuades, Zhao Tianfu will not let go.

He knew in his heart that Zhao Tianfu was about to lose his temper.

"I paid a huge price. If I still let the Sword God Palace live so happily, then my sacrifice would not be in vain." A crazy smile appeared on Zhao Tianfu's face.

Immediately, he yanked open the curtains, and the dazzling sunlight was released immediately, quickly illuminating the dim room.

Zhao Tianfu looked out the window, his slightly unshaven face was as sharp as a blade, and in his dark eyes, a ray of light called madness flashed past.

"This desolate world will eventually become my world, Zhao Tianfu, hahahahaha..."

Shangguan Peng sighed, feeling very helpless.

……

"A quote?"

In the dimly lit hall, there were only a few candles burning, bringing some faint light. The hall was so large that many places were not illuminated, and it was in darkness.

Above the high position, a man covered in a black robe spoke slowly.

Then, he raised his head slightly, revealing those wolf-like eyes. Under the cloak, there was a face with vicissitudes and withering like old tree bark.

Very thin.

Almost skinny.

There is no flesh on the face, just like a piece of skin covering the bones.

Following this person's words, in the main hall, a person knelt on the ground on one knee and said respectfully: "This is a letter from Zhao Tianfu, the master of Sihai Pavilion."

Without seeing any movement, the letter started to burn, emitting a dark light.

After it was burnt out, there was no dust, and the letter that had just disappeared appeared on the old man's body.

Twist his dry palm like a branch, and immediately, he smiled sullenly, and said: "Okay, if that's the case, then the old man will not be polite."

He thought for a while, and then said, "Is Master Luo here?"

Zheng Feng said: "It's already here."

"Okay." Zheng Ming's tone became a bit cold, "Then promise him, just use this battle to build up my reputation in the Phantom Pavilion. As for the price...he doesn't have anything in the Four Seas Pavilion that I want."

"...In this case, it will take his life."

"Yes." Zheng Feng said, and immediately got up, ready to leave.

"Wait." Zheng Ming stopped him, and Zheng Feng turned around, still kneeling on the ground respectfully.

Zheng Ming's figure suddenly disappeared from the grand teacher's chair, only afterimages were seen, and when he reappeared, he stood in front of Zheng Feng, and with a wave of his palm, a faint blue light escaped into the latter's body. in vivo.

Zheng Feng's complexion changed in an instant, as if he was in great pain, his complexion was ferocious, but after a while, it seemed that he had returned to his original state, and his expression gradually eased down.

"This is a life-saving skill for you. If you encounter danger in the future, you can use this power."

After Zheng Ming finished speaking, it turned into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated, leaving only a black robe.

Zheng Feng looked normal, picked up the black robe, put it on the chair that Zheng Ming was sitting on, looked around, saw no one, he spit on it.