"right."

Zhao Wujiang nodded and did not deny that a strong man who had reached the top level of a Grand Master would naturally be able to judge his identity through his aura.

A narrowed his eyes and suddenly laughed inexplicably:

"You are quite magnanimous. I don't know what method Zhao Shou and the others used to hide your aura from so many people back then."

Zhao Wujiang's heart moved slightly. As soon as Jia heard about his third uncle Zhao Shou, is it possible that the two of them are related?

He did not speak, but poured himself a glass of wine, and even pushed a glass to Jiayi.

Jia Yi sat down calmly and did not take the drink that Zhao Wujiang pushed. Instead, he kept looking at Zhao Wujiang carefully, with a slightly emotional look on his face:

"Zhao Wujiang...

The fortune teller is right, you are different..."

Is Jia Yi acquainted with the Taoist Prime Minister of Renzong? That’s right. Jia Yi has not been in Kyoto for a long time. He is in the vast rivers and lakes. It is inevitable that he will know many powerful people... Zhao Wujiang’s eyes lit up and he asked

Questions that have troubled him for a long time:

"My lord, I have always been curious. When Xuanyuan Yuheng brought chaos to the world, why did so many strong men not take action?

And when Xuanyuan Yuheng broke into Kyoto, where were you? Why didn't you return to Kyoto?"

Jia Yi smiled kindly and his coldness faded a lot. He gave Zhao Wujiang a meaningful look and said with a faint smile:

"In the world of martial arts, most of the powerful people who come into contact with the first-grade heaven are in seclusion and attack.

As for those who have reached the first level, if they want to kill Xuanyuan Yuheng, they have to use heaven-level cultivation, but even if they only use a trace of heaven-level cultivation, they will not be willing.

And why I don’t return to Beijing is because, if you can eradicate Xuanyuan Yuheng, you must also eradicate Xuanyuan Yuheng.”

"Why are they unwilling, why do I have to take action?" Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows were angry, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Because they don't dare, they are afraid, so they don't want to." Jia Yi said in a deep voice:

"And why you? Because you and Xuanyuan Yuheng are both people who came into being, but they are different.

He has some of Daxia's luck, and so do you.

The divine fortune teller said, "You must seize Xuanyuan Yuheng's luck!"

The extremes of things must turn against each other, and when the fortune of the Great Xia continues to decline, a person will inevitably appear who is born with great fortune.

Originally, this person was most likely Xuanyuan Yuheng, but his luck was destroyed by the power of witchcraft, and his soul was seduced by the Saint of Southern Xinjiang. Your birth was also almost destroyed by the power of witchcraft.

But you dodged a bullet.

After more than ten or twenty years of silence, you have kept a low profile and bided your time. Over the years, Daxia's fortune has continued to gather towards you. Even if it is not as good as the emperor, it is still extremely huge.

And you are different from the emperor. Your luck is increasing, while the emperor's luck is declining. After all, the Xuanyuan clan...

And Xuanyuan Yuheng's death was to make a wedding dress for you and take away all the luck in his body."

Zhao Wujiang was silent. Many riddles in his mind were answered, and other doubts arose.

The reason why a first-grade heaven-level expert does not show his cultivation is because he is afraid of certain existences. So, could this existence be the "him" that the human sect's Taoist god Suianzi said?

Xuanyuan Yuheng, like Zhao Wujiang, was blessed with luck, so Nanjiang took action one after another? But when Nanjiang attacked him, he encountered an accident later, and he escaped and survived?

Jiayi and Renzong Taoist Divine Operator or the people behind the scenes gave him opportunities to train Zhao Wujiang. What on earth was he going to do?

Zhao Wujiang drank several glasses of wine one after another, and when the wine went down his throat, his eyes trembled.

He didn't like this feeling, as if someone was pushing him to walk.

Maybe what he did was not a bad thing, or even a good thing, but he didn't like it.
Chapter completed!