It's comparable to the dragon king's full blow!

And it feels even more powerful!

Zhu Minglang glanced at the treasure in his hand and hurriedly put him away.

As a dragon herder, some powerful magic weapons still need to be equipped, after all, dragon pets can't be by your side all the time.

Although the Storm Phantom Spirit Feather is very useful, it has little effect on dealing with powerhouses above the monarch level.

This Zhenhai Bell just makes up for Zhu Minglang's vacancy in this regard, and he can definitely catch the other party off guard at a critical time, and even the king-level powerhouse didn't notice that he shook this bell, I'm afraid that he will be killed by this voodoo tide!

Zhenhailing not only evokes the tide of destruction, but also calms the storm, and Zhu Minglang finds that the weather is gradually clearer, but the huge shocking gap in the cliffs of the continuous sea is more conspicuous.

Zhu Minglang didn't dare to stay for a long time, but it was not far from Qincheng, it seemed that the cliff was still a very famous scenic spring outing place in Qincheng, and he destroyed it by trying Zhenhailing, which is estimated to attract public anger.

......

rode the wind flying dragon to Qincheng, and some strong people from Qincheng appeared at Zhu Minglang's crime scene one after another.

Zhu Minglang looked over and found that two of them were still riding the Dragon King.

I got into big trouble, but fortunately I slipped away quickly.

Has Han Juan used Zhenhailing himself, how can he not remind himself that it is so powerful.

Pretending to be just a passerby, Zhu Minglang floated past those strong people who rushed from Qincheng.

"I'm afraid that a certain holy beast in the storm is venting its dissatisfaction with our Qin City, we have to check if it is some people from the big clan who have done something to annoy the storm beast. A woman in light crystal armor said.

"Why didn't there be any footprints left, and I couldn't feel the breath of the holy beast. A man in a fiery red robe said.

"Let's be on guard here first, it's best to ask the people nearby, if you see the figure of the storm holy beast, it can smash the sea cliffs of more than ten miles at once, the strength is extremely terrifying, don't take it lightly!"

Zhu Minglang vaguely heard the conversation between these powerhouses in Qincheng, and felt a little ashamed in his heart.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the bigwigs of Qincheng, Xiao Zhu Zhu has caused you unnecessary trouble!

How to say it, if it is destroyed, it will be ruined, and it is not a bad thing, isn't the vision more broad......

......

Before arousing suspicion, Zhu Minglang hurriedly left.

When he arrived in Qincheng, he returned the Swift Wind Flying Dragon and returned the deposit, Zhu Minglang found that Qincheng had actually entered a state of alert, and teams of white-armored guards patrolled dozens of miles outside the city, and there was even a king-level powerhouse sitting at the highest place in Qincheng, just looking at the ocean with a solemn face, afraid that the terrifying storm holy beast just now would give Qincheng such a look.

Zhu Minglang was even more ashamed in his heart, and hurriedly found his own branch in Qincheng.

There are three inner courtyards in Zhumen, the main inner courtyard is naturally the place where the Dishui Lake in the imperial city is, and the other two are the small inner courtyard here in Qincheng, and there is a large inner courtyard in a place where Zhu Minglang does not know.

Zhu Minglang rarely cared about the affairs of the clan, and Zhu Tianguan didn't seem to want to get involved in the disputes within the clan.

Probably because the position of the head of the clan is unstable, it is easy to make enemies everywhere, not to mention, and it is also constrained by major forces, rather than intriguing with those old foxes, it is indeed better to travel around by yourself and improve your strength as much as possible.

"Are you Zhu Minglang, Zhu Gongzi?" a Zhu door steward, with a fat head and big ears, he looked at Zhu Minglang carefully.

The people of Zhumen know Zhu Minglang, but there are very few people who have seen him, and even some of the children of the inner court of the imperial capital may not necessarily recognize the young master of Zhumen who has been practicing in the Yaoshan Sword Sect since he was a child, let alone this distant small inner court.

"Yes, is my uncle Zhu Wangxing here?" asked Zhu Minglang.

"The little master has gone to the imperial capital. The steward didn't know how to receive him for a while, but respectfully asked Zhu Minglang to sit in the inner courtyard.

As soon as she walked inside, a bright woman came to her, combing her delicate braids on her chest, she didn't look very old, but her figure was very good, her steps were light, she seemed to be going out on the street, she was in a very good mood, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

"Miss. The steward immediately saluted, but stopped the pigtailed woman.

"Well, I'm going out to meet a few friends. The voice of the water spirit woman is also very crisp and good.

"That ......" The housekeeper hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke, "This one is from the imperial capital, and we wish the young master of the sect." ”

"Well, you can receive ......" The water spirit woman nodded subconsciously, revealing a polite smile, but soon she noticed that something was wrong again, and said, "Young Sect Master?"

"I'm Zhu Minglang. Zhu Minglang smiled.

"Zhu Minglang, Zhu Minglang, ah, you are the peerless genius sword cultivator who accidentally went mad and became a mortal cousin Zhu Minglang?"

I only hear his name, but I don't see his person.

Since she was a child, Zhu Rongrong had heard the elders of the clan mention this legendary figure, and remembered that when she was thirteen years old, she also went to the imperial capital once, and saw Zhu Minglang, who was young and handsome at that time, and swept all the masters in the imperial capital.

But at that time, Zhu Minglang was basically surrounded by a group of big sisters in the clan, and her little cousin had no chance to say a few words to him.

"Yes, I am that peerless genius sword cultivator, and then I accidentally went mad and became a mortal Zhu Minglang...... But it's not very mundane, and I'm a glorious dragon herder now. Zhu Minglang said.

"Really, so do I!" said Zhu Rongrong.

"That, Miss...... The little eyes are clumsy, and I have never seen the young master. The old steward had something to say.

"He's a cousin, I remember, I used to look at it from a distance and think my brother was so handsome...... Well, well, it's this look. "Zhu Rongrong actually can't remember what Zhu Minglang looks like, but how can anyone in this world come to their clan gate to pretend to be the master of the young sect!

Zhu Minglang didn't have much impression of the cousins around him.

But since people's mouths are so sweet, even if they are not cousins, they can be recognized as sisters.

"I traveled to the Neon Sea, so I stopped by to visit. Zhu Minglang said.

"I'm going to meet the little princess of a nearby country, my brother and I should go with me, what a little beauty!" Zhu Rongrong didn't think that Zhu Minglang was a stranger at all.

"Miss, the young master has traveled a long way, and it is estimated that he has not rested yet. The old butler reminded aloud.

"It's okay, it just so happens that my little cousin Lao will take me around. I haven't been to Qincheng yet, and Qincheng is more beautiful and elegant than I imagined. Zhu Minglang said.

Lots of little beauties??

Zhu Minglang doesn't believe it, unless he sees it with his own eyes.