Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was also extremely proud, thinking that except for Huo Shangjun, the chief disciple of the Purple Sect Forest, there were few people in this imperial capital who could compete with him.

This time, he came to the power competition, and with his monarch-level strength, dealing with those disciples of other forces was simply abusing vegetables.

Who would have thought that in the eyes of others, they were so unworthy of mention.

took the initiative to hand over the brocade boxes he had collected, and Pu Hanrong also chose to quit.

For a while, there were few people left on the entire Ninth Army Tomb Mountain, and the rest were just some broken stone statues.

As for the colossus of generals who could move on their own, more than half of their mechanisms had already been destroyed by Zhu Minglang's shocking swords.

No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang anymore.

All the spiritual resources here belong to Zhu Minglang alone.

"Childe, the power brocade box of the four city-states of the ancestral dragon city-state is here. Qin Yang found a purple-red brocade box and said to Zhu Minglang.

Zhu Minglang took it and glanced at it, it was written clearly in black and white, and there was also the seal of the Extreme Court Dynasty, with this document, the ancestral dragon city-state would no longer be a borderless land!

A long sigh of relief.

Finally, there is no danger.

Fortunately, there is a sword spirit dragon, otherwise it would be really difficult to stand out in this competition.

After returning the sword spirit dragon to the spiritual realm, Zhu Minglang gave this document to Nan Lingsha and said to her: "The order of the land of Lichuan will be established soon, and the rest depends on Yunzi's grasp of the war." ”

Nan Lingsha nodded and said, "She won't be defeated." ”

......

The power competition with this power competition is finally over.

Originally, the chief disciples of the major forces were the focus of people's attention, but in the end, people only seemed to remember Zhu Minglang, and the most impressive thing was the peak Shen Tianying Sword, which gave people a new understanding of the Dragon Shepherd.

These days, the entire imperial capital is discussing the battle of the organ city, especially the rampant when Zhu Minglang let everyone get out of his sight, and the heroic posture when he fights the chief disciples of the major forces alone.

As for Zhu Minglang, he slept for a day or two because of tiredness, and after recovering some strength a little, the first thing he did was to ask Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had gained!

In the past, Zhu Minglang regarded money as dung, but that was only because of his youth.

Now he felt that gold and silver treasures were the loveliest things in the world, and he would definitely cherish them.

"Childe, after the end of the first battle of the Organ City, there was a long queue outside the Zhumen Gate, and many forces wanted to buy those ore veins, city deeds, spiritual fields, and medicine gardens from us...... You didn't see them whispering, there were a lot of good things, they specially told their disciples to take them down. Qin Yang rarely saw a smile on his face.

"It doesn't make much sense for us to keep it ourselves, you sort out and classify these things, and if they don't have much use for Zhumen, they will be sold for money. Zhu Minglang said.

"Childe, this is a lot of money, what are you doing with so much money?" Qin Yang asked puzzled.

"The dragon herder never felt that he had a lot of money. You ask my father, what are the good things, Zhumen wants to pick them up. Zhu Minglang said.

"Childe, the master has already picked it up. Qin Yang said.

Zhu Minglang smiled bitterly.

Zhu Tianguan is really not very polite to himself.

However, it was originally said that it would be worth five or five of the spoils.

What's more, the Sword Casting Hall has lost so much money, and he can just make up for it this time.

......

Although the sword awakening really brought Zhu Minglang a sense of ascension, he had to admit that the stamina was also very large.

Zhu Minglang's whole body is sore now, and he hasn't eased up for a long time.

These days, he doesn't do anything else, he can only do some simple small exercises like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, such as walking, shopping, and boating......

Dishui Lake is quiet and soft, and the most pleasant scenery is the green willows on the shore of the lake, like a fair lady combing her hair in the water mirror.

Zhu Minglang sat alone in the light boat, and no one rowed for him.

He used to like this, lying on his back in this wooden boat, letting the clear waves of the lake send him towards the middle of the dropping lake, gazing at the clear sky or the enchanting night.

At this time, the mind will always wander at will, without a purpose, without too many worries, just such a leisurely time, enjoying this kind of penance without being urged, enjoying this leisure and comfort.

The lake is very large, Zhu Minglang has never come back to his senses when the light boat touches the shore of the lake, but it may be that this time his thoughts are too far away, and there are too many things to think about, or the water waves are very urgent, the boat touched the stone shore, and it is a lakeside urban area close to the bustling avenue, Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen shouting.

Zhu Minglang got up and found that there were many pleasure boats around, lit with bright lights, many women in colorful costumes and a few personable sons were planning to take a boat tour of Shuidi Lake, and those boatmen who did this business saw Zhu Minglang with a little confusion on their faces.

"This son, but you came from the inner courtyard lake of Zhumen?" the boatman had some eyesight and asked respectfully.

"Yes, I wanted to fall asleep, and the boat floated here. Zhu Minglang said with some embarrassment.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not here to rob us of business, Childe looks familiar,......" the boatman said.

At this time, the eyes of those young men and women also fell on Zhu Minglang, and one of them pointed at him and shouted with some surprise: "Isn't this Zhu Minglang!"

"Zhu Minglang??"

"Is that Zhu Minglang of Zhumen??"

"This is a little legend of our imperial capital, let me give it a dip in his immortal energy!"

Soon, many people gathered on the shore of the lake, and they were as excited and excited as they were watching the monsters in the lake.

Seeing this, Zhu Minglang also hurriedly left by boat.

Things are fermenting really fast.

It has become a small legend of the imperial capital!

Sure enough, a person who is truly different will be noticed everywhere he goes.

Whether it's the imperial capital or the ancestral dragon city-state.

Take a boat ride back to Menting Lake......

This water drop lake is very vast, but half of it belongs to the Menting Lake area of Zhumen, and those who visit and sightsee are not allowed to cross the line.

Zhu Minglang didn't expect that he had been on the boat for so long.

I don't know why, obviously I have returned to the imperial capital, this is the place where I was born, but Zhu Minglang still can't feel that sense of perch.

He was still thinking about the person on the far border of the Extreme Court Continent, who he would never forget.

After years of wandering, time flies, and in just one year in the ancestral dragon city-state, too many things have happened......

From a homeless person who was used to insult a woman who is unparalleled in the world, to now becoming a small legend in the mouth of the people of the imperial capital, life is really up and down!