The next day, in the living room of the martial arts center.
Yao Jinzhong sat nervously on the chair. His buttocks were only one-third of the way up the chair. His posture was as straight as a primary school student's.
He looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who was sitting at the head of the table, and handed over the gift box in his hand.
"Mr. Zuo, this is a token of my sincerity. I have already taught my unfilial son a lesson for what he did this time. I promise that he will never appear in front of you again. "
A Human Form Martial Artist was surrounded by at least thousands of soldiers. They could only be killed by fire, crossbows, and poisonous gas. Human Form Martial Artists had the ability to sneak, assassinate, and kill. It was one of the trump cards of the major forces.
Now, the Shadow Corps wanted to recruit Zuo Zhicheng, hoping to increase their strength against the other two inspectors and the other martial arts sects. This was the trend.
Therefore, Yao Jinzhong, who knew the pros and cons, chose to bow down.
Zuo Zhicheng took the gift box with both hands and opened the lid. He found a three-foot-long sword lying quietly inside. The surface of the sword reflected a faint frost pattern, like a pool of autumn water, giving people a cold feeling of sharpness.
"This sword is not bad." Zuo Zhicheng took out the sword and carefully stroked the blade. This was almost the highest level of craftsmanship that could be achieved in this era.
"This sword is for a famous person. This sword is called Blue Frost. It is said to be made from deep sea cold iron. It is cold by nature." Yao Jinzhong introduced, "I heard that you have been looking for a suitable sword recently, so I thought of this sword."
Zuo Zhicheng felt the coldness from the sword. According to the frost pattern on the blade and the style of the sword, it did not seem to be the craftsmanship of the Da Qi State. As for the deep sea cold iron, Zuo Zhicheng did not know if it was real, but the temperature of the sword was indeed lower.
Yao Jinzhong knew that ordinary wealth would not be able to move a martial artist like him. Moreover, Zuo Zhicheng now had a martial arts school and a gang under his name. He also controlled more than 70% of the port business in New Land. He also had the matchstick as his future plans. He was not short of money. Therefore, he had no choice but to find this sword from his family's collection.
Qing Yueqiu, who was sitting on the other side, looked at the patterns on the sword and suddenly said, "This pattern looks a bit like something from the Newmen. This sword might be a treasure of the Newman royal family in the past. "
When the Da Qi state established colonies in the New World, when they invaded the Newman, Hant, Western India, and other countries, they plundered a lot of treasures from their palaces and vaults.
Zuo Zhicheng nodded. "I'll take it. I'll pretend that nothing happened to your son." He had been practicing the Cold Light Wave Sword recently, so he still needed a good sword. After saying this, he paused. "As for the goods from Hai Long Gang …"
"I've already asked someone to send them back. However, this matchstick is really good. I don't know if I can be thick-skinned and order some first. I think there are many places in New Land, and even the army can use it. "
This was giving the imperial court's purchase order to Zuo Zhicheng. It was equivalent to giving Zuo Zhicheng an endless source of income.
After a while, Yao Jinzhong left, leaving behind a tired figure. He still had many things to deal with.
Qing Yueqiu looked at Zuo Zhicheng, who was stroking the blade of the sword, and asked, "Are you ready to go?"
Zuo Zhicheng sheathed the sword and said lightly, "Yes, the psionic fruit is almost used up. With my current strength, I'm confident that I can deal with the Hades Serpent King."
Although he had reached a bottleneck due to the growth of his body's strength, he didn't have high requirements for the psionic fruit. However, in order to strengthen the people on his side, such as Jiang Tien-cheng, Jiang Qing, Hoodlum, and Song Hao, he had to deal with the Hades Serpent King.
"I'll leave tonight and be back by tomorrow morning. I'll leave the extraction of the psionic fruit to you. I only need half of it. "
"No problem."
That night, Zuo Zhicheng, alone with his sword, headed towards the direction of Dog Head Mountain.
This time, not only did his strength improve, but he was also traveling alone. His speed was much faster than before. He was like a black ghost, advancing rapidly in the forest.
It was still winter, and there were few people in the mountains. Zuo Zhicheng sped up, leaving deep footprints wherever he landed. Those were the footprints left by Zuo Zhicheng's strength.
There was no Qinggong in this world. Even if there was, the greater the strength, the faster the speed. There was no such thing as a Qinggong that could leave no trace in the snow.
A hunter with a bow and arrow was creeping in the bushes. More than ten meters away from where he was aiming, a deer was digging something on the ground.
He didn't have a good harvest this year, so he came out to hunt in the middle of winter.
Just as he slowly aimed and was about to shoot, the deer suddenly raised its head, as if it was frightened, and ran away quickly.
"What's going on?"
The hunter stood up, confused as to what had happened.
Then, a series of dense sounds entered his ears. It sounded like thunder.
"There's thunder in this weather?"
The next moment, a black shadow flashed in front of him like a ghost. In a flash, it had already passed him. Then, in another flash, it had passed the fleeing deer.
Strangely, as the shadow flashed, the hunter felt a gust of cold wind blowing. It was a chilling feeling. The deer even fell to the ground. After that, he examined it and found that it had been frozen to death.
A chill rose from the bottom of his heart. "Did I meet a ghost?"
The hunter ran back with a pale face. From then on, he didn't dare to enter the mountains to hunt anymore.
Zuo Zhicheng naturally didn't care about such trivial matters. He spent more than two hours and came back to the underground cave. He activated his infrared vision. The Hades Serpent King was still in a curled up state, lying in the forest of spiritual fruits.
"Is it hibernating this year?"
Zuo Zhicheng walked quietly and carefully. He came to the side of the Hades Serpent King and took out the realgar, sulfur, and alcohol that he had prepared beforehand.
Realgar and sulfur emitted a pungent smell that could be used against snakes, while alcohol could be used as a thinner to increase their volatilization.
However, snakes only hated the pungent smell of sulphides. The realgar's smell couldn't really harm them.
If Zuo Zhicheng was to treat the Hades Serpent King as a person, it could be imagined that he was surrounding a person with a circle of fresh feces, and then fighting with the opponent in this circle of fresh feces.
Naturally, he did this to reduce the opponent's combat power and reduce the damage that it could cause to the spiritual fruits.
After sprinkling everything, the body of the Hades Serpent King began to heat up. This meant that the Hades Serpent King was about to wake up.
Zuo Zhicheng pulled out Blue Frost and jumped to the top of the Hades Serpent King's head. He fiercely stabbed the sword in his hand into the Hades Serpent King's head.
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