Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

When Jinxia fell, it felt like a needle prick, causing the skin to sting unbearably. Someone forcibly opened his eyes, and felt the burning pain in the eyes, but the eyes became swollen in an instant.

"Om-"

For a moment, the sword sounded loudly, and the sound of the sword passed through the barrier, causing everyone's expressions to change suddenly.

The sword is the head of a hundred soldiers, the direction of the king, and the heroes of the world.

This golden sword is the emperor in the sword. When the emperor is angry, blood flows into rivers, and invisible coercion rolls over.

Under the tremendous pressure, the whole body was icy cold and trembling uncontrollably.

Everyone retreated in shock, but Zhao Ke was surprised.

Whether it's the coercion on the sword, or the dazzling golden glow all over the sky.

Instead of feeling uncomfortable, Zhao Ke felt light all over his body.

The Great Xia Ding in the stamp album invisible, made this coercion invisible.

The sword is only the king of weapons.

But the tripod is an important weapon to suppress the national destiny.

Obviously, this sword is not enough to shake the majesty of Da Xia Ding.

This also made Zhao Ke feel more confident.

He believed that even if they were both golden stamps, his Great Xia Ding must be one of the strongest among the many golden stamps.

With a heartbeat, Zhao Ke's pupils stared round.

Looking through my vertical pupils, the golden light dissipated, only a golden dagger as clear as amber hung above the void.

At this time, the blade of the sword fell quickly, and a black shadow quickly walked out of the barrier while Jinxia was still there.

After stepping out of the barrier, the other party was stunned for a moment, and everyone backed away. Only Zhao Ke stood out from the crowd, standing where he was unaffected.

Under the shadows, he couldn't help but cast a jealous look at Zhao Ke, but after realizing that Zhao Ke didn't intend to attack him, he let out a deep breath and rushed into the crowd quickly.

The figure moved around in the crowd like a ghost, and in the next moment, even Zhao Ke could no longer find his trace.

And with the light and shadow disappearing.

A group of people rushed towards the altar quickly, rushing forward, and some even started to attack desperately.

The big smoking gun wanted to rush over, but was stopped by Zhao Ke.

"Everyone is gone, what are you rushing to do?"

"Leave?? When?" The voice of the big smoking gun couldn't help but hastened.

No one expected that the real golden stamp would be exposed only after the golden dagger was shattered.

Looking at the power, it is definitely not broken as they thought, but a real artifact that is intact.

"Just now, when you couldn't open your eyes."

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, Smoking Gun suddenly became excited and screamed, "Why didn't you stop him!"

Under the camouflage shrouded in black mist, Zhao Ke cast his eyes on the big smoking gun, and said with a calm voice as if he had nothing to do with him, "Why should I make wedding dresses for others?"

Smoking gun breathed in his chest, his excited expression went out immediately, and he laughed dumbly and said, "Yes, I was too excited."

Once Zhao Ke intervened, there would be a great chaos around the altar.

I believe that the result at that time may be no less than causing chaos in the ghost market again.

Who can take advantage of this chaos?

Zhao Ke is not that dumb-headed young man like Qi Liang, it's better to leave it to him to take the lead.

"Come on, let's find a place to talk."

Seeing the chaos here, Zhao Ke felt that he would not be able to enter the altar for a while.

Nodding and smoking gun, he turned and walked to the tea house not far away.

Ordered a pot of original Dahongpao.

The two of them were lying on the chair with a big cigarette stick each.

"Try it, this is the shredded tobacco I just got."

Smoking Gun took out a pack of shredded tobacco from the stamp album and handed it to Ke Zhao.

Zhao Ke used a pinch, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it twice, the shredded tobacco tasted very mellow, the dark brown shredded tobacco had a special luster upon closer inspection.

With a rubbing of the fingers, the shredded tobacco is crushed into the smoke pot, and the shredded tobacco is slowly roasted and carbonized by the flint of the big bong, and then slowly tasted in the mouth.

Big Smoking Gun is very satisfied with Zhao Ke's smoking behavior, at least for smoking dry tobacco, Zhao Ke has always accepted his advice.

Now it seems that Zhao Ke is already a qualified drug addict.

A puff of green smoke is exported, accompanied by a pot of Dahongpao from the original tree. The fragrance of tea mixed with the smell of smoke left in the mouth makes people feel very comfortable.

"Don't hate her."

When the pot of shredded tobacco was almost finished, the big smoking gun looked ahead and whispered to Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke didn't seem to hear it, and ignored the big smoking gun.

"She is the owner of the ghost city. Once she walks out of the ghost city, she must choose a new successor. You are the best and most suitable. You may not understand her, but from another perspective, she has no Mistake, no?"

Zhao Ke slightly raised his brows, tapped the tobacco pot in his hand lightly, and knocked out the unburned shredded tobacco inside.

Eyes swept to the big smoking gun.

For a while, even the big smoker suddenly felt the oppression coming from Zhao Ke.

"Do you think she walked out of the ghost market because of me?"

The big smoking gun didn't speak, and followed the shredded tobacco that was burning and extinguishing in the pipe, exhaled a mouthful of green smoke, and shook his head after a while and said: "No."

Granny Hong is not the kind of person who makes decisions easily.

Even when it comes to the people she cares about most.

The ghost market is what matters most to her.