Seeing Zhao Zilong's look of surprise and disbelief, Xiong Wuji sneered, looked at Zhao Zilong and said, "Can you compare the small world with the low-martial world outside?" Not to mention Nangong Yuheng, it is the other few of the four heroes of Qingyun, which one is not a rare young talent today? ”

Zhao Zilong's heart sank, and there was a feeling of breathlessness in his heart under a huge pressure: "You mean, they will also come to participate in the martial arts recruitment?" ”

The corners of Xiong Wuji's mouth twitched, his eyes showed a pitiful look, he looked at Zhao Zilong and said, "You just watch from a distance, don't be impulsive when the time comes." He said this, but he silently prayed in his heart that the heir that Emperor Bai Zhao received two years ago would not be Zhao Zilong's lost wife back then, otherwise this goods would be in a big disaster.

Zhao Zilong fell silent. To be honest, since he entered the small world, he had only met cultivators from some secular countries at first, but Rao was like this, which also made him feel very surprised, because casually some military generals were fierce people in the innate realm, and if they were placed in the outside world, they would definitely be big people in their own right.

However, Zhao Zilong still did not receive a blow, because Qianlong Zhenye and others still had a certain gap with him. However, with the appearance of the two Shentu Wudao brothers, as they approached the White Emperor City, and as the more and more masters who rode the birds and spirit pets to the White Emperor City along the way, Zhao Zilong realized that he was nothing in this small world.

Although at the age of him and Xiong Wuji, being able to reach such a cultivation level at this age is already a rare genius. However, the small world is vast and has a large population, especially for some reason, in recent years, there are more masters in the younger generation like a carp crossing the river, so he and Xiong Wuji are not particularly prominent in this context.

Since entering the White Emperor City, the two of them have met many young masters along the way, although most of the opponents who have entered the infinite realm, Zhao Zilong, have absolute confidence to crush each other, but now after hearing the names of the four young masters of the Qingyun Sword Sect, he understands that there are definitely better young people in this world, especially the Nangong Yuheng that Xiong Wuji admires and values very much.

"No matter what, I won't give up lightly." Zhao Zilong secretly clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

Xiong Wuji saw his resolute attitude, and his heart was also aroused. Thinking that he is also an important figure in the hidden capital, the arrogance and self-confidence of young people make him awe when facing the current situation, but he is also high-spirited, especially now, Zhao Zilong's stubborn character of not admitting defeat in the face of pressure has infected him even more, and he has also risen infinite fighting spirit.

"Hmph, are the four heroes of Qingyun amazing? I don't think it's that Nangong Yuheng doesn't look down on the heirs of the White Emperor City, but he doesn't dare to be embarrassed at all. Qingyun Sword Sect is self-contained, self-styled what are the four heroes of Qingyun, I bah, there is a kind of going to the White Emperor City to delineate, the descendants of the White Emperor City dare to put in the ring and invite the world's young heroes to participate in the event, this is the real courage and self-confidence. ”

Suddenly, a loud voice rang out in the middle of the room, silencing all the chatter.

Everyone followed the prestige, and saw a man in a purple shirt sitting in a luxurious brocade in the corner, this man had a cold and disdainful expression, and was drinking by himself with a wine glass.

There were several young people sitting with the purple-shirted man, and at the same time there was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and fifties, and several other young people laughed with their palms, echoing the purple-shirted man's words, only the middle-aged man's face was as calm as water, and he sat there quietly, neither opening his mouth to echo the purple-shirted man, nor scolding him.

Zhao Zilong and Xiong Wuji's love affair came over, and at the same time looked up over there, when his eyes fell on the middle-aged man, Zhao Zilong suddenly had a very special feeling, only to feel that looking at the entire restaurant, I am afraid that this middle-aged man's force value is the highest.

In the restaurant, there was a gathering of masters, and many of the old men were even at the peak of the invincible realm and even reached the level of the psychic realm, but Zhao Zilong only felt that the middle-aged man's force value was the highest.

He refers to the force value and combat effectiveness, not the simple cultivation realm.

Just like himself, he is not as good as Xiong Wuji in terms of realm cultivation, but if he really wants to fight to the death, Xiong Wuji himself has to admit that he is not as good as Zhao Zilong.

Although the level of the realm determines a qiē, there are often some special people who can ignore the limitations of the realm, and it is not impossible to kill people by leapfrogging.

In Zhao Zilong's eyes, the middle-aged man didn't seem to have any uniqueness, and his realm cultivation couldn't see the reality and the void, but it gave him a very sensitive and dangerous aura.

After many years of crisscrossing the underground world and resurrecting from the brink of death countless times, Zhao Zilong's capture and perception of dangerous aura are much stronger than ordinary people, so Xiong Wuji can't see the difference in the middle-aged man, but he can see it.

"Hehe, you can't say that, Qingyun Sword Sect, as one of the three holy places in the cultivation world, has a long history, and has produced countless geniuses over the past ten million years, even the contemporary Helian family master is also from the Qingyun Sword Sect, and the rising stars of the rivers and lakes have risen countless over the years, and it is natural for such a big sect of Qingyun Sword Sect to produce a few powerful characters."

"Yes, Qingyun Sword Sect is the head of the righteous path in the world, and the four heroes of Qingyun are recognized as geniuses, and the son of Nangong Yuheng is even more worthy of the White Emperor City Lord Bai Zhaodi back then, who dares to say that he is inferior to others?"

The words of the purple-shirted young man immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of many people, and many people opened their mouths to speak for Qingyun Sijie, especially for Nangong Yuheng's name, you can imagine what kind of character Nangong Yuheng is, even if he doesn't appear here, there are countless fans cheering for him.

The purple-shirted young man was not afraid, and said disdainfully: "That Qingyun Four Heroes is just a vain name, otherwise, why is it rumored that only the last one came to White Emperor City this time?" It's nothing more than the fear that they will all be defeated in the hands of the heirs of White Emperor City and lose the face of the Qingyun Sword Sect, if that's the case, the Qingyun Sword Sect will never be able to raise its head in front of Emperor Bai Zhao in the future. ”

"Maybe they think they only need to send one person to get the beauty home? Moreover, Nangong Yuheng is a rare talent in the Qingyun Sword Sect for thousands of years, how can the Qingyun Sword Sect let him come here to be the son-in-law of the White Emperor City, isn't this a wedding dress for the White Emperor City. One person was not convinced.

This person's remarks immediately attracted the approval of many people, and they all spoke out to help.

"I'm afraid that the Qingyun Sword Sect doesn't think so. It's okay if Nangong Yuheng doesn't come, if he dares to come, I will let him return in disappointment before he comes to power. The purple-shirted young man snorted coldly, and his arrogant and uninhibited personality was revealed: "How can the heirs of the White Emperor City marry others, if the people of other sects are allowed to hold the beauty, our people in the Northwest Continent will lose face." ”

Among the present, there were many masters of the Northwest Continent, and they immediately applauded.

A situation similar to this kind of picture is actually possible for the entire White Emperor City to be staged at any time in the past few days, among the three major cultivation holy places, although the relationship between the White Emperor City and the Qingyun Sword Sect is good, but after all, they are the overlords of each side, this time the White Emperor City recruits virtuous people, and the Northwest Continent within the jurisdiction of the White Emperor City is also full of strong people, how can these people be willing to let the inheritance of the White Emperor City be taken away by people from other places?

It was the first time for Zhao Zilong to experience this kind of thing, not to mention that everyone was talking about Nangong Yuheng among the four heroes of Qingyun, so he seemed very concerned and listened carefully to everyone's debate.

"Who said that my Qingyun Sword Sect disciple has a false name?"

Just as everyone was arguing and arguing, a loud voice suddenly came into everyone's ears, and this voice condensed but did not disperse, and it actually suppressed the voices of all the masters in the field.

The field suddenly became unusually quiet, as if in order to match this atmosphere, in the quiet, the light footsteps sounded very regularly and rhythmically, as if it had magical power, so that everyone's eyes in the field involuntarily moved to the direction of the staircase.

Zhao Zilong and Xiong Wuji were no exception, both of them shot two fine lights in their eyes, and like everyone upstairs, they were full of expectations for this person who looked like he should be from the Qingyun Sword Sect.

This is the White Emperor City, and the tone of the person who came is so loud, I am afraid that he wants to shock the audience in the name of the Qingyun Sword Sect, especially to provoke the authority of the purple-shirted young man.

Many people even secretly looked at the purple-shirted young man, and some even had gloating eyes, as if to say how you end.

The purple-shirted young man's face changed slightly, and then he snorted coldly, and sat there drinking alone, as if he didn't care about the future at all.

Zhao Zilong secretly glanced at the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man also had a calm look, as if he didn't take anything to heart, Zhao Zilong even thought that unless it was a bull of Emperor Bai Zhao's level, this middle-aged man would be moved, as for the other people in the rivers and lakes, it seemed that they couldn't get into this person's eyes at all.

Zhao Zilong felt slightly good in his heart, what was the origin of this middle-aged man's party, he didn't even care about the Qingyun Sword Sect. Listening to their tone, it seemed that they were people from the Northwest Continent, but they didn't know what other forces in the Northwest Continent were so powerful besides the White Emperor City.

At the top of the stairs came a man in a green shirt with a long sword, and the origin of his identity could be seen at a glance from the green shirt he was wearing. In the entire territory of Shenzhou, only the disciples of the Qingyun Sword Sect wore green robes, and according to the color of the green shirts, it can be seen that their seniority and status in the Qingyun Sword Sect can be seen.

The person who came looked to be in his thirties, his skin was very white, and his hair was very neatly combed on the top of his head.

"In the lower Qingyun Sword Sect Zhan Yunfei, when I passed below just now, I heard that someone has a lot of complaints about my Qingyun Sword Sect, as a disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect, I have to come here for the face of the sect, who is not convinced, you can come out to fight with Zhan Mou!" The young man in green shirt went upstairs, his eyes scanned the audience, his face was full of pride, and he said with full of anger.

The room became unusually quiet, but after a brief silence, countless voices of discussion and exclamations erupted.

"Is he Zhan Yunfei? The fourth of the four heroes of Qingyun. ”

"Sure enough, he is a character among the four heroes of Qingyun, he is really a dragon and phoenix among people, just this momentum and courage are heartbreaking."

Zhao Zilong picked up a bowl of rice wine, drank it all, glanced at Zhan Yunfei coldly, and then looked at the purple-shirted young man expectantly.

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