My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

Even with Zhong Qing's cultivation level at the Wanfa Realm, he couldn't see clearly into the depths of the thick fog that contained the rules.

This sea of ​​chaos.

It's really scary!

Not long after, several monks carrying broadswords came onto the small boat one after another. They were obviously from Qingfeng Temple.

"Let me see what's going on. Who made our Nian Nian cry?"

"Ou Zishu, you bastard, is this how you raise a child?!"

The two men were burly and said, "Hey! Brother! No! No!"

Ou Zishu's voice echoed in it, followed closely by the little girl's laughter.

Several figures shuttled back and forth in the cabin, and several broadswords clanged.

Zhong Qing leaned aside, and his slightly wrinkled brows were now completely relaxed.

The cultivation world is always full of intrigue and deception.

Such a scene is rare to see.

No matter whether you are an emperor or an ordinary person, everyone has his or her own world.

Not long after, the small boat carrying the few people sailed out of the port.

Zhong Qing was dressed in white, with a wine gourd hanging at his waist. His knuckled fingers were half-clenched on the deck handrail outside the cabin, and his eyes were lazily gazing into the distance.

When he stood there leisurely, anyone who saw him would praise him as dashing.

No one in this world would believe that a young man who looked like a descendant of a noble family in the Northern Territory was the master of the Demon Hall who reshuffled the entire Northern Territory and caused the destruction of two of the four transcendent forces, one assassination, and one injury some time ago.

"Hey! Boy!"

A bearded monk from Qingfeng Temple came out of the cabin. He was a head taller than the tall Ou Zishu.

"Which sect are you from?"

"I just thought you were a crew member, but who knew you were just casually recruited by my silly junior brother? Do you know where we are going?"

"What's your purpose for following us?!"

The bearded monk had a sullen look on his face and shouted angrily in a deep voice.

Zhong Qing turned around and saw the little girl Nian Nian and Ou Zishu also came out, followed closely by two other monks from Qingfeng Temple.

There were now two large footprints on Ou Zishu's worn white Taoist robe.

He pursed his lips, indicating that he really couldn't say anything at the moment.

But unexpectedly, the little fellow Nian Nian stepped forward and protected Zhong Qing. She stopped the burly monk and said, "Master, he is someone I Nian Nian is taking care of. You are not allowed to lay a hand on him."

The burly man had a stern face.

Seeing this, the other man hurriedly carried Nian Nian away while she was struggling.

Zhong Qing took a look at the burly man.

"Zhong Qing, no sect or faction."

"I don't have any other purpose. My only goal is to go to Zhongzhou. If I can accompany you all on the journey, then let's go."

"If you are unwilling..."

"How about throwing you out?"

The bearded monk shouted, his wiry muscles seemed to flow under his gray-white Taoist robe, as if he was about to rush over and throw Zhong Qing down.

This person obviously has the highest cultivation level among the people in Qingfeng Temple, and is at the peak of the Golden Core Stage.

Zhong Qing frowned when he heard this.

Then he looked towards the thick fog of the Chaos Sea where the ship was heading.

"Then try it."

When the bearded monk heard this, he sneered.

"Good boy, you are sure that I am reasonable and won't really throw you down, so you are trying to fool me?"

As he spoke, he took two steps and appeared in front of Zhong Qing.

"Well, let's try it out."

"If you can hold out for three rounds, I'll take you with me. If not, then you can just jump down on your own."

Zhong Qing said nothing, took a step forward and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Good boy, you have courage."

As soon as he finished speaking, the strong man glared at him.

He stretched out a pair of big hands as big as a human head and slapped Zhong Qing in the face.

The crew members who were standing at the stern watching the show couldn't help but feel worried.

This young man from aristocratic family is a fool. Does he really want to be beaten to death?

Zhong Qing slightly turned his body and easily dodged the palm.

The palm strike missed, shocking the man greatly.