I am eight years old again, and I will never serve as a cauldron for the empress again.

at this time.

Wang Dabiao arrived.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, not even a ray of sunlight could get through.

Wang Dabiao landed.

A scarlet robe suddenly looked like blood.

He was born with a strong physique, nearly ten feet tall, with a lion's nose and a tiger's mouth, as if he were a reincarnated devil.

"Zhuang Zhou, you dared to slaughter our human soldiers in the battlefield of all races. What crime should you be punished for as the military supervisor of the Ling family? How should you be judged for selling the human city to the gods?"

As soon as Wang Dabiao arrived, he looked like he was going to call for an explanation.

If he wanted to kill Zhuang Zhou, he had to have a legitimate reason.

Zhuang Zhou ignored him at all.

He was playing with the flowers and plants in the Beitian canteen.

These days, he has been so busy with battles that he has no time to take care of these magical flowers and herbs. Some of them are now a little wilted.

"Zhuang Zhou, have you ever heard my question?"

On the way here, Wang Dabiao had already imagined countless ways that Zhuang Zhou would react in his mind.

Either they are making excuses, they are just doing it, or they are asking the People's League for help to find a fair referee.

But the only thing he had never expected was that Zhuang Zhou's reaction was to ignore him.

Then she kept fiddling with the flowers and plants, treating him as if he were air.

Zhuang Zhou still ignored Wang Dabiao, but shouted to others.

"I ordered a seven-star grass a few days ago. It has been cultivated and is ready to be picked!"

Zhuang Zhou's voice fell.

A chubby boy immediately ran over and said excitedly, "Mine, mine!"

The little fat man even grabbed Wang Dabiao while he was running.

"Uncle, let it go, let it go!"

Wang Dabiao was so angry that he felt evil in his heart.

Even if Zhuang Zhou ignores me, where does this little fat man dare to be so rude to me?

A murderous intention condensed.

Wang Dabiao was just about to take action.

At this moment.

A dry palm like a chicken's claw rested on Wang Dabiao's shoulder.

"Nianqin, don't be impulsive!"

The palm seemed gentle, but the moment it landed on the shoulder.

Wang Dabiao's body froze instantly.

The hair on his body stood up and he dared not move at all.

There was a faint voice in his heart reminding him.

"If you dare to move, I will crush your shoulders!"

Wang Dabiao's stiff neck slowly turned and he looked behind him.

A skinny old face smiled brightly at him.

His smile was kind, but it gave Wang Dabiao a chilling feeling.

"Tian Gang, the peak of Tian Gang realm..."

Wang Dabiao's mouth was full of bitterness.

The gap is six small realms.

It was decided that he was destined to be no match for this old man.

"I am Xing Luoyue from the Xingchen Clan. The person who ran in just now is my grandson Xingying. Did you just want to attack him?"

Xing Luoyue said with a smile.

There was no trace of anger in him.

Xingluoyue is smiling.

Wang Dabiao wanted to cry.

Where did Zhuang Zhou trick this great master into coming to Beitian Store to bring his grandson to buy things!

What kind of treasure does a strong man of this level not have?

If they want the elixir.

They don't even need to do it themselves. Just open their mouths and countless people who want to curry favor with them will offer them elixirs.

"No, no, no! How dare I attack your grandson? I just want to kill Zhuang Zhou, the traitor to the human race."

Wang Dabiao denied it flatly.

I won't kill your grandson, but I can kill Zhuang Zhou!

After all, killing Zhuang Zhou is still a conflict within the human race, so you shouldn’t be involved!

Wang Dabiao was full of confidence and felt that Xing Luoyue would not rashly get involved in the conflicts of the human race.

Xing Luoyue glanced at Wang Dabiao, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared without a trace.

"What? You want to kill Zhuang Zhou? Say it again?"

The murderous intent fell suddenly, like knives, flying one after another, all falling on Wang Dabiao.

Wang Dabiao instantly felt that his pressure doubled.

Every inch of skin on the body will be cut by invisible blades.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

"No, Xing Luoyue, are you being unreasonable! This conflict between Zhuang Zhou and me is a conflict within our human race. Why are you getting involved?"

"What's more, hasn't Zhuang Zhou already planted the seven-star grass your grandson wants? He can just buy the elixir. As far as Zhuang Zhou is concerned, his value has disappeared. Why are you protecting him? "

Wang Dabiao gritted his teeth.

The sword at his waist hummed and trembled constantly, as if inviting him to fight.

Wang Dabiao pressed his right hand on his waist to stop his impulsiveness.

It's a good thing to have a fighting spirit.

But look at who is right.

Xing Luoyue has nothing to do with him at all, and is very strong. There is no value or meaning in fighting with him for no reason.

"Yes, Zhuang Zhou's seven-star grass has been refined for my grandson, but he is still growing the centipede that I want! Centipede is one of the important materials for refining the elixir that I need to extend my life. 1. If you miss Zhuang Zhou, you will no longer be able to find him in Lingtian Realm!"

"If my grandson dies, I can still let my son have another one. Considering that you and I are both strong men at the Tiangang level, I can allow it, as long as you give him enough training afterwards! But if Zhuang Zhou dies, my Baishou Grass will be gone, and the hope of extending my life for another sixty years will be gone! If I don't kill you, who else can you kill?"

Xing Luoyue's words overturned Wang Dabiao's views.

If your grandson dies, he can still be reborn.

Zhuang Zhou died, and you want me to be buried with him?

No, when will Zhuang Zhou be able to decide the life and death of a Tiangang realm expert?

Wang Dabiao looked at Zhuang Zhou with a look of horror.

If this is the case, then Zhuang Zhou cannot be killed.

There are many old Tiangang Realm experts in Lingtian Realm, and even more dying people.

Zhuang Zhou can cultivate medicinal herbs that can prolong their lifespan. If anyone dares to kill him, it would be tantamount to cutting off these people's hope of prolonging their lifespan. It would be strange if they are not chopped into pieces!

at this time.

Zhuang Zhou finally raised his head.

He said to Wang Dabiao with a gentle smile.

"Allah, don't worry about this. The centipede I cultivated is only a elixir for the Earthly Evil Realm. Only when it is refined into a pill can it be effective for the strong people in the Tiangang Realm. Now, I can only cultivate the elixir to help those in the Earthly Evil Realm." The herbs that extend life have not yet reached the level of Tiangang Realm!"

Zhuang Zhou's words made Wang Dabiao feel inexplicably relieved.

"Huh~ That's it! It really scared me to death!"

Wang Dabiao breathed a long sigh of relief and became fierce again.

"You plant herbs and they will eventually mature. When your herbs are mature and delivered to Xing Luoyue, I can kill you with a knife!"

Wang Dabiao said.

The stars fall and the moon is silent.

Obviously, he agreed with Wang Dabiao's words.

Got the centenarian grass.

The money and goods were settled, so he really had no reason to support and protect Zhuang Zhou anymore.

In Xing Luoyue's eyes, Zhuang Zhou was just a medicine farmer.

What does his life or death have to do with me?

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "In a month, when the herb matures, you can come and take my life!"

He said nonchalantly.

"Are you going to wait until a month later or are you going to stay here for a month?"

Zhuang Zhou looked at Wang Dabiao again and asked.

"Of course I have to stay here for a month. I don't mind that little bit of time. What's more, what if you run away during this period of time? In this huge Lingtian Realm, where can I find you?"

"Okay! The waiter greets the good guests!"

Zhuang Zhou shouted when he heard this.

A young servant in grey clothes and a felt hat came running over.

He put the rag over his shoulders.

"Sir, what kind of room do you want?"