"Oh, good morning, everyone!" A moment ago, Mujinglu finally couldn't help it, jumped out, and stood on a boulder in the center of the top of Huashan.

Mujing Lu took Duanmu Xing and Ding Fang, kept turning in circles, and saluted the monks around him. Although everyone didn't know who the young man in front of them was, after all, they didn't stretch out their hands to hit the smiling person, and everyone was puzzled and politely replied.

"Stinky boy, this son will kill you!" Yingzha blushed, pulled out the long sword he had newly asked for from home at his waist, and prepared to rush towards the pasture road.

"Come back to me!" Ying Zheng shouted angrily in a low voice: "It's not enough to be ashamed?"

Yingzha stopped his forward stance, shook his long sword fiercely, and retreated to Yingzheng's side.

As soon as the pastoral path appeared, the people of the four great families, especially the winners, seemed to be tense, and the scattered cultivators and small sects who watched were whispering and guessing all kinds of possibilities.

"What do you call this child?"

"Pastoral Road!"

Ying Zheng took two steps forward, came to the front of the pastoral path, shook slightly, and arched his hand: "Can you return the Nine Palace Order to my brother?"

Grass! begging for something, and still using momentum to suppress this young master? Mu Jinglu's legs paused slightly, and he stood steadily and arched his hand: "This..."

"Yingzheng!"

"Oh, this Yingzheng son, I don't know what the son is talking about!"

Ying Zheng took another half step forward, and his voice sank: "Really?"

"Big brother, that kid is lying. Yingzha suddenly jumped up next to him, and said angrily: "It was he who snatched my belt, snatched the Nine Palace Order, and seriously injured me!"

"Shut up, you don't fight for it!" Ying Zheng turned his head sharply and stared at Ying Zheng fiercely, especially the intermittent discussion of the surrounding monks, which made Ying Zheng even more angry.

"Has the shepherd boy thought it through?"

Ying Zheng took another half step forward, and the momentum on his body became heavier and heavier.

The pastoral path of Sizang had to turn sharply into the power of Wuzang, resisting the power of Wuzang consummation emanating from Yingzheng's body. Mu Jinglu carried the coercion, stretched out his hand and touched it, and pinched the Nine Palace Orders printed with 'Zhong' in his hand, his face was fierce and determined.

"Yingzheng Gongzi, don't have too much strength, I'm worried that I will be too nervous and destroy the Nine Palaces Order!"

"You..."Yingzheng was trembling with anger at the behavior of the pasture road, and pointed at the pasture road fiercely.

The Nine Palace Order is not a treasure, it is just the key to open the secret realm of Xudu, made of spiritual wood, even a monk in Yizang can crush the Nine Palace Order.

"Hehe, Prince Yingzheng, it seems that you can't clean up this person who seized the order. Liu Zhen didn't know when he came to Yingzheng's side and teased: "Do you need the help of this palace?"

"Not necessarily!"

Yingzheng's face was displeased, and he arched his hand at Liu Zhen and said in a deep voice.

"Big brother, what nonsense to talk about with him, just kill and recapture the Nine Palaces!" Ying Zha, behind Ying Zheng, said fiercely, the hatred in his eyes could almost swallow Mu Jing Lu alive.

Yingzha's voice was so low that it could only be heard by those present. When the pastor heard this, his expression changed.

Ying Zheng scolded in a low voice with a calm face: "If you hadn't caused trouble, would you have embarrassed the palace so much?" If it is simply killed, how will my Yuzhou Kingdom gain a foothold in the Central Plains in the future?"

"Big brother, you are the crown prince of the court, killing a pariah, and a loose cultivator, even if the people present have objections, what can you do with my Ying family?" Yingzha roared in a deep voice, but when he finally mentioned the scattered cultivation, Yingzha's eyes flickered.

"Prince Yingzheng, what Gongzi Yingzha said is extremely true, quickly kill this person, take the Nine Palace Order, and open the secret realm of Xudu, don't miss the time. But if you miss it, you will have to wait another 300 years. ”

Liu Zhen on the side lowered his voice and sneered to persuade Yingzheng.

Hearing this, Ying Zheng raised his head and looked at the pastoral path fiercely, hesitating in his heart.

The emperor's grandfather is planning to start a war against Yangzhou State, and now in front of so many monks, will indiscriminately killing people cause public anger? But how to win the Nine Palace Order without killing, and how to vent the hatred in the heart of the palace!

This is the secret realm of Xudu, if this person is allowed to enter with an order, wouldn't it be even worse to recover the palace of Xudu by coincidence?

Against the momentum of Ying Zheng, Mu Jinglu raised his head, and saw Mu Jinglu's increasingly fierce eyes, and shouted in his heart.

"Kill!"

Ying Zheng suddenly shouted, and suddenly a soldier with a dark red light rushed out from Ying Zheng's side, and rushed towards the pasture road.

"Kill!" the man shouted, the long knife in his hand glowing bloodthirsty, and looked fiercely at the top of the pasture road.

"Drink!" The power of Mujing Lu Wuzang exploded violently, breaking free from Yingzheng's coercion, with red eyes, he pulled out the hilt of the sword at his waist, shouted loudly, and slashed towards the armored soldiers who rushed over.

With a loud bang, the armored soldier flew out upside down, fell behind Yingzheng with a bang, spat out a mouthful of blood, and staggered to his feet, his eyes fearful.

The pasture path was also uncomfortable, kneeling on one knee, his face was pale, blood oozed from both sides of his mouth, his whole body was full of wounds that burst from the inside out, and the boulder under his feet had been shattered. The unsuspecting Ding Fang and Duanmu Xing were even more shocked and flew away.

Not only Liu Zhen and Ying Zheng were dumbfounded, but the tens of thousands of monks present looked at Mujing Road in disbelief. That's a red-level six-grade master, a real red-level mid-grade peak.

Besides, wearing armor, he must also be a fierce general who has experienced a lot of life and death on the battlefield.

At this time, in the middle of the chess pavilion, a sick young man, and a young man standing behind Yingzheng, dressed as a strategist, frowned, and his eyes kept flashing.

The pastoral path road gasped, and the power of the five internal organs in the body kept running, spreading towards the five internal organs that had been seriously injured on the pastoral path, and quickly repaired.

The pastoral path crossed such a large realm, and the red-rank middle-grade monks were severely damaged, which shocked the monks present, and at the same time made Liu Zhen and Yingzheng even more fearful.

The so-called taking advantage of someone's illness to kill someone, since he has already taken action, Yingzheng doesn't want this person to survive. Ying Zheng stretched out his hand to his waist, pulled out his long sword with a bang, kicked his legs, and rushed towards the weak pasture path.

"Boy, die!" Ying Zheng burst out and stabbed straight towards the pastoral path.

"Brother Luzi!" two hurried calls came from behind Mu Jing Lu, and in the blink of an eye, Ding Yi appeared in front of Mu Jing Lu.

Since Ding Fang swallowed the long legs, Ding Fang's cultivation has grown faster in the past two days, and the five treasures have been completed to the point that they may break through at any time and enter the red ranks.

Ding Fang didn't think that his broken iron rod could resist the sword in Yingzheng's hand. Ding Fang shouted fiercely, stretched out his hands, held Yingzheng's long sword in his hand, and looked at Yingzheng with red eyes.

Ying Zheng didn't care who was in front of him, the power of the five treasures in his body was running rapidly, driving the long sword in his hand to stab towards Ding Fang.

The long sword approached Ding Fang's eyes inch by inch, making people really worried that Ding Fang might be stabbed in the head by Yingzheng's long sword at any time and die on the spot.

At this time, Ding Fang, unlike in the past, did not have the slightest fear, his red eyes were red, staring at the long sword in Yingzheng's hand.

I can't let it! I can't lose! Brother Lu Zi is behind me, I can't lose! Ding Fang shouted fiercely in his heart, but he couldn't stop the long sword that was slowly stabbing towards him.

There was a crisp sound, and Ding Fang was still not Yingzheng's opponent, so Yingzheng's long sword stabbed him. Fortunately, Ding Fang was in a hurry, so he turned his head and slammed his shoulder into Yingzheng's long sword.

Uh! Ding Fang is indeed different today, the long sword entered the body, Ding Fang just snorted, one hand still holding Yingzheng's long sword.

"Damn, let go of Brother Lao Tzu!" Duanmu Xing, who finally turned over, casually picked up the half-human-sized momentum next to him, and rushed towards Yingzheng.

Seeing this, Yingzheng drew his long sword and swung it towards Duanmu Xing, a sword with a noble lilac sword rushed to Duanmu Xing with a bang, slammed the boulder in Duanmu Xing's hand, and then slammed into Duanmu Xing's chest.

Duanmu Xing flew backwards in response, fell to the ground, and rolled several times before stopping.

"Xingzi!" Mu Jinglu shouted angrily, worried about Duanmu Xing, who didn't know life and death.

"Hmph! A class of loose cultivation, people in the mountains and wilderness, also want to fight with this prince?" Yingzheng fiercely opened his eyes, step by step towards the pasture path and Dingfang that fell together.

"What's wrong with Sanxiu?" A middle-aged man suddenly jumped out, walked to the side of the pasture path with a calm face, and said unhappily: "What's wrong with the mountains?

The middle-aged man's words aroused the anger of most of the scattered cultivators present.

"That's it, what's wrong with Sanxiu!" Immediately after, a few boys and girls jumped out, walked to the middle-aged man's side, raised the weapon in his hand and looked at Yingzheng vigilantly.

Yingzheng secretly shouted badly, and when he was in a hurry, he seemed to have offended many people.

"What are you waiting for?" Yingzha jumped out again, blocked in front of Yingzheng, and shouted arrogantly: "I am the prince of Yuzhou, you want to rebel?"

"What a prince!" Many people jumped out again, slowly approached the pastoral path, and said fiercely: "We want to see how majestic the prince can be." ”

In an instant, tens of thousands of monks began to move, each separating to both sides, but behind the pastoral path, there were as many as seventy percent of the monks present, and there were many monks above the red rank who accompanied their disciples to Huashan.

"Protect the Prince!"

"Protect the young master!"

The position of scattered cultivation made the entire top of Huashan instantly tense. Liu Zhen and the hundreds of soldiers behind Yingzheng rushed forward with a bang, each standing in their own positions, vigilantly looking at the huge number of loose cultivators.

The disciples of the major factions also gathered around their young masters, waiting for them.

Ignoring the exploding wounds on his body, Mu Jinglu struggled to stand up, bowed deeply to the tens of thousands of monks behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Boy, thank you seniors!"

"But!"

After bowing deeply, Mu Jinglu turned around, stared at Ying Zheng and continued: "This matter is a grudge between the kid and this person, you don't have to wade into this troubled water. ”

"Prince? Mu Jinglu smiled evilly, pointed at Yingzheng, and then pointed at Liu Zhen: "You, you!

Although it is a world of cultivation, since there is a court of cultivation, then the scattered cultivation will definitely not be able to fight the court, no matter who controls it. Pastoral Road didn't want so many innocent people to die because of personal grudges.

He can be reborn, and Mu Jinglu is even more convinced of the phrase 'there is a god in the head and three feet'. If you kill someone unjustly, you will go to hell.