In 2000 years before the Yuan Dynasty, the heroes competed for hegemony.

The Donghua Continent is in chaos, with wars and chaos, and the people are struggling to make a living.

Xiao Yixing, the eldest disciple of Liuyun Palace, couldn't bear the suffering of the common people in the world, so he went down the mountain privately with the spirit of the Nine Dragons, assisting the main force of Tiandu City to suppress the heroes, quell the war, and unify the great powers.

One hundred years later, the successors of Tiandu City abandoned the hereditary monarchy of the Donghua Continent for more than 2,000 years and announced the establishment of a modern democratic republic. Since then, the Donghua mainland has entered the era of democracy and legal system.

May, Tiandu City.

In the clear sky, a shadow suddenly appeared.

All of a sudden, the wind was fierce and the sand and dust were rising.

The shadow is like a huge pocket, holding the sun in little by little. The sky gradually darkened, and in the blink of an eye, it was as black as ink, and stars appeared in the sky, like countless eyes, watching this vision.

Panicked people scattered and fled in the wind and sand.

On Wanshou Mountain, an old man frowned, pressed his chest and was silent for a long time.

Behind him, a man wearing a general's badge, led more than a dozen guards, and followed closely behind without leaving an inch.

These young people are all the elite of Tiandu personally cultivated by the Admiral Man. Whether they are fighting alone or in a joint operation, they are the elite who stand out.

Besides, those who are qualified to follow the generals and be arranged to protect the old man must have the ultimate qualifications to read the novel.

And this general man is the Dragon Army, one of the only remaining ten founding generals in the Donghua Continent.

"If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, boss, go back!"

The old man waved his hand and motioned for them to stand down.

Boom - Not far away, a tall stone monument collapsed with a bang.

The wind was raging, mixed with sand and dust.

A huge vortex rolled up, ruthlessly sweeping every corner.

Long Jun nervously took out his mobile phone and ordered the whole army to be on alert.

The guards behind him are like great enemies, and some have even set aside their guns in case of emergencies.

Only the old man stood on the cusp of the storm, staring silently.

The wind, blowing his clothes, hunting.

A few large trees with thick enclosures were uprooted. The old man stood in the wind, his silver hair and beard, standing still.

At the foot of the mountain, dozens of military vehicles and armored vehicles are monitoring the surroundings through high-tech technical means to ensure that the elderly are well-prepared, and two military helicopters are waiting for the battle.

They can protect the safe evacuation of the elderly in the shortest possible time and in the harshest environment.

This phenomenon lasted for a long time. It feels like you're in the end of the world. The whole world, pitch black, shrouded in a boundless gloom.

Whew!

A meteor fell, streaking across the sky with a bright light.

Orientation, due west.

The old man opened his eyes, and a few tears slowly slipped down.

His throat was gurgling, and no one could hear what he was saying. But some people feel that his sadness at the moment is invisibly diffusing and infecting everyone around him.

Although Long Jun didn't know what was going on, he vaguely guessed in his heart that something big would happen.

This matter should be inevitably related to the elderly.

As the founding general and one of the only remaining veterans, he certainly knew something. Over the years, he has been following the boss, not asking about the world, and retiring to the mountains and forests.

But the names of the two are still well-known.

Don't talk about the old man, just by virtue of his identity, he is also the master who stamps his feet and trembles all over the sky, needless to say, the boss.

Today's incident is so weird that I don't dare to ask casually, but when I saw the old man's sad look, I also became worried.

After the meteor, the smoke vanished.

The wind has stopped, the sun has come out, and the earth has returned to tranquility. It's just that far and near, there is an extra layer of dust.

Long Jun hurriedly stepped forward and said with concern, "Let's go, it's time to go back!"

The old man did not speak, turned slowly, stepped on a thousand steps, and headed down the mountain.

Three months later.

On the outskirts of Tiandu, in a simple courtyard house that is incompatible with the surrounding mansions.

The old man sat peacefully on the stone bench and drank tea with the dragon army.

Outside the door, dozens of heavily armed young guards stood.

With these people guarding around the yard and high-tech equipment monitoring, within a radius of hundreds of meters, absolutely no one dares to approach easily.

In Tiandu, this usually means, forbidden area.

This is also the supreme treatment of the patriarchs of the dynasty.

Even Long Jun, a big man who once commanded the world and had the title of general, was willing to stay in the courtyard and take care of the old man's home for 30 years.

This kind of relationship is a brother and a master and apprentice.

The heavenly capital of August.

Balmy autumn day.

In the quiet courtyard, there was a sudden panic of the birds, fluttering and flapping their wings. Attracting fallen leaves, fluttering and sprinkling, flying all over the sky with the autumn wind.

There is a case!

Long Jun was instinctively vigilant and raised his head nervously.

A figure descended from the sky.

With the scattered fallen leaves, it slowly floated to the ground.

Soon, he saw a young man with a large figure and a handsome and extraordinary air appearing in the courtyard with a calm expression. As soon as the person landed, the fallen leaves did not fly, the birds did not sing, and a powerful momentum spread, as if everything in the whole world was still in an instant.

"Who?"

Nima, this man came from heaven.

Long Jun's instinctive reaction, the first action was to pull the gun.

But he was horrified to find that he couldn't help himself under such a powerful aura.

The two guards behind him also stood there like statues, motionless.

The dragon army was shocked, and finally waited for his breath to weaken, and then he roared, "Someone!"

The guards outside the courtyard heard the movement and quickly ran in, and dozens of personal guards with good skills turned their guns at each other and surrounded the young people in a fan shape.

As long as the other side has any misdeeds, they will definitely not hesitate to shoot.

Only when the old man saw each other, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

The chapped mouth trembled, "Third child, step down!"

"Big brother!"

"Stand down!"

The dragon army stomped his feet, gritted his teeth and turned to leave.

The guard behind him, silent, followed closely.

"You're here!" the old man's lips quivered.

"I'm coming!"

"It's been three months! I've been waiting for you. ”

The young man's gentle gaze looked at the old man, took out a round black jade from his body, and said with a straight face: "I am Luo Qian, the old man's closed disciple! Xiao and his party, the head token is here, and seeing the token is like seeing the head. ”

Xiao and his entourage hurriedly kowtowed and bowed.

"The head of the family is above, and he can't stand the worship of Xiao Xiao's disciple!"

Luo Qian raised his head and sighed. "Xiao Yixing, are you guilty?"

The old man prostrated on the ground and said frankly: "Xiao and his party are ashamed of Master's cultivation! Xiao and his party are guilty!"

Back then, in order to break through the taboo of martial arts and cultivate an immortal body, the sixth-generation head of Liuyun Palace looked for the spirit of the Nine Dragons, hoping to reunite the dragon vein aura.

It's a pity that the spiritual weapon was lost, the spiritual qi was dispersed, and the master's three-hundred-year cultivation was ruined, and it was difficult to break through the limit of martial arts, and he passed away three months ago.

Three months ago, there was a natural vision, the main star fell to the ground, and Xiao and his party knew that something was happening. Sure enough, the old master passed away.

The spirit of the Nine Dragons is the Nine Martial Arts Treasures.

Every spiritual artifact hides a magical power.

This kind of power is as small as self-cultivation and self-cultivation, and as large as opening up the world and turning things around. Back then, Xiao and his entourage relied on this mysterious power to help the Tiandu City Lord be reborn, reborn, and finally calm the world and unify the great powers.

It is a pity that the spirit of the Nine Dragons was lost due to the serious injuries of Xiao and his party in the chaotic battle that year, and the spirit weapon was lost and has not been recovered. Xiao and his entourage prostrate on the ground, trembling to explain everything, and took out a bead the size of an egg from his body.

"This is the core spiritual weapon of the Nine Dragons Spirit - the Flame Dragon Ball, with this Flame Dragon Ball, you can sense the existence of other spiritual weapons, and please accept it. ”

Luo Qian sighed secretly and reached out to take the Yan Dragon Ball.

It seems that the task of finding the spirit of the Nine Dragons and the remaining eight spiritual weapons can only fall on him. Before that, he had heard that the spirit of the Nine Dragons had long been lost, and some of them had been exiled overseas and were in the hands of foreign races.

If you want to reunite the spirit of the Nine Dragons and revive the Liuyun Palace, it can be said that there is a long way to go.

Alas!

The matter has come to this point, even if it is to kill Xiao and his party, it will not help, Luo Qian reached over and patted Xiao and his party lightly on the shoulder, "Get up! ”

Xiao and his entourage were grateful for a while, and kowtowed again, "Thank you, junior brother!"

When Xiao and his entourage looked up again, Luo Qian had already disappeared.

"Senior brother in charge, Xiao and his party are guilty--"

Xiao and his entourage shouted to the sky.

"Senior brother, Master confessed before he died, you are not to blame for this!" A voice came from afar, and it was obvious that Luo Qian had already left.

"Master—"

Xiao and his entourage screamed to the sky and fell to the ground again.

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