Northern Xinjiang, Longye City.

Xia Qing traveled during the day and practiced at night, and half a month later, he rushed to Longye City in Northern Xinjiang. This is the capital of the Great Shun Kingdom, that is, the nest of Jing Wanyue, and when you arrive at Longye City, it is not far from the Tiandao Gate, and it stands in the mountains more than a hundred miles away. Longye City is not only the capital of the Great Shun Kingdom, but also the gateway of the Heavenly Dao Gate, Jing Wanyue is a prince on the surface, but in fact he is the great disciple of the Heavenly Dao Gate under the Xiahou Xuanfeng Gate.

The cold wind howled, and the thick night shrouded the land.

Xia Qing flew up to the towering city tower and coldly looked at Longye City under the cover of night.

The northern Xinjiang is cold, the environment is much worse than the south, although it is the capital of the Great Shun Kingdom, but the Longye City is obviously a little simple, and the economy is far less prosperous than the capital of the Dakang Dynasty. It gets dark early, and people go to bed early, standing on the tower and looking down, the city is a large area of pitch black, only a few streets with lanterns hanging on the sporadic streets. The brightest place in the city is a palace complex, where is the imperial palace of the Great Shun Kingdom.

Standing on the city tower and observing for a while, Xia Qing suddenly had a whim, flew towards the palace, and prepared to meet Jing Wanyue's old friend.

Inside and outside the palace, the security was much tighter, and from time to time there were groups of soldiers carrying torches and patrolling all night. However, this was completely difficult for Xia Qing, and it didn't take much effort to catch a lone guard and force Jing Wanyue to find out where Jing Wanyue lived. Soon, I came to a palace called Dashun Hall. In the palace, Jing Wanyue was sitting cross-legged on the dragon bed, her face was pale and bloodless, her forehead was wrapped in gauze, and steam was coming out of her head, as if she was healing her wounds, or practicing some kind of exercises. At the beginning of the battle of the Thunder Temple, this guy was seriously injured, and in the battle of the capital of the Dakang Dynasty, he was hit hard by the ancient ban of Chaotian Tower, and it was already a miracle to survive.

Xia Qing hung silently upside down under the eaves, lurking in the dark and quietly looking, observing carefully for a while, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised. After a few days, Jing Wanyue's injuries seemed to be half healed, and her body was really strong! Maybe she had become strong in her self-cultivation, or she didn't want to be disturbed, Jing Wanyue was alone in the main hall to heal her injuries, and there were only seven or eight guards guarding outside.

Xia Qing, who was originally just a temporary intention to come in and hang out casually, suddenly had a bold idea in his heart.

The root cause of the turmoil in Zhongzhou is that the head of the Heavenly Master, Xiahou Xuanfeng, is making waves, although Jing Wanyue is not the culprit, but after all, he is a great disciple of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and he is a quick knife under the command of Xiahou Xuanfeng. Killing Jing Wanyue is equivalent to abolishing one of Xiahou Xuanfeng's arms!

To kill or not to kill?

Xia Qing groaned, the murderous aura became stronger and stronger, and accidentally, his toes touched a tile.

"Who?"

Jing Wanyue opened her eyes suddenly, then stood up, and slammed directly into the door with a snort. A large number of guards rushed over, looking around nervously.

A cat meow came from the darkness, and a wild cat was frightened and rushed out of the darkness.

"It turned out to be a feral cat. ”

The guards secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and Jing Wanyue's tense face slowly relaxed, but they still looked around vigilantly.

In the dark, Xia Qing, who was hanging upside down under the eaves, took a deep breath, took the opportunity to sneak into the main hall, and came to the dragon bed of Jing Wanyue.

On the dragon bed is a soft blanket with a piece of rice paper pressed with a night pearl. Xia Qing glanced at it and found that the rice paper was densely packed with all the recipes, and there were a few human body patterns next to it, which was obviously a cultivation technique. In the lower right corner, there are three words: 'Xianwu Jue', signed Xiahou Xuanfeng.

"Immortal Martial Technique?"

"Could it be that this is Xiahou Xuanfeng's real natal technique?"

Xia Qing's heart moved, and before he had time to think about it, there was a sound of footsteps outside, and he hid the Immortal Martial Technique in his arms, turned around and left. Before he could go far, there was an exclamation behind him, followed by a deafening roar.

"There are assassins, immediately block the palace and city gates, quick!"

"I'd rather kill a thousand wrong people than let go of any suspicious person, and I must bring back the heads of Xianwujue and the assassin before dawn!"

Jing Wanyue drank violently, furious.

Xia Qing guessed correctly, the Immortal Martial Technique is really Xiahou Xuanfeng's natal technique, and it is the killer weapon for his strong rise in Zhongzhou. In order to learn this exercise, Jing Wanyue has been working hard for ten years, and after paying countless painstaking efforts and costs, he was able to impress his master Xiahou Xuanfeng, and tonight is the first time he has officially cultivated. Unexpectedly, as soon as I spread out the secret book of this exercise, I was stolen before I could memorize every sentence of the method!

"Chase, that assassin must not have gone far, chase me! No matter who it is, kill me!"

Jing Wanyue's voice was hoarse, and she was the first to rush out with a long knife. The shrill whistle sounded through the night sky, and a team of guards sprang into action to block the exits to the palace. The soldiers guarding the city gate in the distance also quickly received an urgent order, lit torches to block the city gate, and many soldiers rushed into the streets, setting up a number of checkpoints around the palace.

The soldiers of the Great Shun Kingdom were well-trained and had extremely fast reactions, but unfortunately, they were useful against ordinary assassins, and it was far from enough to trap Xia Qing.

Xia Qing didn't even go far, he hid in a bush nearby, glanced at the angry Jing Wanyue from a distance, and slowly sacrificed the teleportation order banner of the Heaven and Earth Alliance. His teleportation Dafa has not been cultivated very well, and it is impossible to teleport directly to the Heavenly Dao Gate, but it is enough to leave this Dragon Wild City.

"Over there, that guy is hiding in the bushes!"

"Follow me!"

Jing Wanyue's sense was also very keen, and she quickly sensed Xia Qing's gaze and hiding place, and flew over while giving the order, bursting out with amazing speed. Unfortunately, despite all his might, he was still a step slower, and faintly saw something shaking in the bushes, and then disappeared. By the time he brandished his long knife and rushed into the bushes, Xia Qing's figure was no longer visible, and the air was rippling, leaving only a faint teleportation fluctuation.

"Damn!"

"Who is it, sneaking in at this time? Who ......is it?"

Jing Wanyue was furious, and her heart was so angry that she was about to vomit blood. It took a whole ten years, and the immortal martial arts recipe that was exchanged for life again and again was stolen like this, and anyone who changed it would vomit three liters of blood. Next, after being known by Master Xiahou Xuanfeng, he didn't know what kind of anger and punishment he would receive. If it's serious, you will even be expelled from the Heavenly Dao Gate or sent to the dungeon!

After the rage, Jing Wanyue's heart was cold, and the battle robe on her body was soaked with cold sweat. Immortal martial arts is the unique technique of Shizun Xiahou Xuanfeng, and it is also his killer weapon and deadly weapon, it is okay to fall into the hands of ordinary people who do not know the goods, if it falls into the hands of the enemies of Tiandaomen, it will be over, and it is very likely to expose the cover door and flaws of Shizun. With the character of the master, how could he spare himself?

The more Jing Wanyue thought about it, the more nervous and nervous she became, and her body began to tremble.

In the eyes of the world, he is an indispensable prince and the king of the dignified Shun Kingdom, but in the eyes of the master Xiahou Xuanfeng, he is just a knife used to kill people, and if the knife is blunt or broken, it has no value.

"What should I do?"

"Immediately send a letter to pass the book and tell the master about the matter, or ......"

Jing Wanyue had a headache, and after hesitating for a while, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind a bold idea, beckoned a henchman to call over, and whispered a few words in her ear, the latter first changed his face drastically, and then was ordered to turn around and leave in a hurry. Soon, a terrible scream was faintly heard from the dungeon of the palace, and all the guards who knew about it were lured to the dungeon, and before they could understand what was going on, they lost their heads.