There is a Wuji world that can recover his strength, Ye Tian has been working day and night, replacing many dragon horses in several cities one after another, and on this day, he finally saw the outline of the martial wind royal capital from afar.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Tian urged the horse to step up, wanting to enter the city gate before it was closed, so as not to be locked outside the city and wait all night.

However, before Ye Tian could get close to the city gate, he heard the sound of a horse's hooves stomping on the ground from far and near, and a team of fierce knights rushed out of the city gate, so frightened that the people who entered and exited the city gate hurriedly avoided it, and a few people who were a little slower were pushed aside by the knights on the horse with the barrel of their guns, and they fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, twenty or thirty knights rushed out of the city gate and rushed straight in the direction of Ye Tian along the official road. Ye Tian saw that these people were menacing, and he didn't want to do much, so he stood by the road, waiting for these people to pass.

These twenty or thirty knights, all of whom were cultivators in the late stage of the Quenching Realm, surrounded by a young man in brocade, galloped on the official road, without the slightest concern for the pedestrians and vehicles on the road. Anyone who stood in front of them either pulled away with the barrel of a gun or whipped away, stirring up a miasma of smoke on the lively official road outside the city gate.

Seeing all kinds of people and others, they either scattered and fled in fear, or they were hit by them and turned over on their backs, and the brocade-clothed young man who ran at the front laughed, as if the pain of others was his greatest happiness. The group of knights behind him were also extremely arrogant, and they simply used the wide official road outside the capital as their family's racecourse.

This group of people roared past Ye Tian, and the young man led by him didn't pay attention to Ye Tian, who was dressed in ordinary clothes, if he wasn't in a hurry, he would even have to teach this country boy who didn't have a chin to salute him.

At this moment, two people walked on the official road, a young man in white with a graceful demeanor, followed by a middle-aged scribe. The two of them don't seem to be fast, but in fact, their speed is not much slower than that of a galloping horse, and a distance of tens of meters is a step out, but they don't feel the slightest abruptness in the eyes of others.

The two young men in white walked in the middle of the official road, and they didn't seem to see the knights rushing in front of them at all. Seeing that he was about to be trampled into pulp by the horses, the young man in white did not react.

The people on the side of the road exclaimed one after another, such a beautiful son, seeing that he was about to die under the galloping horses' hooves, many people felt very pity. But even if it is impossible to stop it, not to mention that most people have no cultivation, they are a master in the early stage of the innate realm, and they have to weigh one or two in the face of dozens of knights in the late stage of quenching, not to mention that the young man in brocade is still an innate martial artist. Looking at the arrogance of this group of people, if anyone comes forward to help the young man in white, the next moment will be his death.

Among the crowd on the side of the road, only Ye Tian showed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he recognized at a glance who the two young men in white were, so he couldn't help but look forward to the next scene.

The young man in white is one of the four major families of Wufeng Country, Zheng Shiqi, the white-clothed son of the Zheng family. Ye Tian had seen him invite Princess Yinfeng at the Tingfeng Teahouse in Nanyue County, but he was dismissed by the gray-robed old demon Xuan Lao. But Ye Tian knew that the middle-aged scribe behind him was definitely a master beyond the innate realm, and his cultivation was not even under the gray-robed old demon Xuan Lao. If you want to kill yourself, it's as easy as pinching an ant to death.

When the young man in brocade was proud, he saw that the two guys dared not give way to him, and he couldn't help but be furious, and he whipped his head.

The young man in white frowned slightly, but did not make any movement. The next moment, the brocade-clad boy flew back from his horse upside down, knocking a group of knights behind him into a fall off his horse.

As soon as the young man in white wanted to open his mouth to ask, one of the guards of the young man in brocade shouted angrily: "Bold pariahs, dare to rush into the young master of my family, don't hurry up and commit suicide to apologize, otherwise your whole family will be destroyed immediately!"

"Young master, which young master?" asked the middle-aged scribe behind the white-clothed young man, who had just unleashed his momentum, stopped the galloping horses, and knocked the brocade-clothed young man with a whip flying.

"Since you asked about the young master of my family, and let you be a ghost, it is better to walk in peace on the Huangquan Road, so as not to dissipate your grievances and become a wild ghost and a lonely ghost. Remember, the young master of my family is the son of the sect master of the Great West of Xiliang Mountain, and he came here to take the entrance examination of the Royal Academy, so you should die with peace of mind!"

At this time, the brocade-clothed young man who fell off the horse had already relieved his breath, and he raised his hand to whip the knight who spoke, and shouted angrily: "What are you talking about, don't you chop these two into meat sauce!"

When the knights heard their young master's orders, they dared to slack off, so they drew their weapons one after another, and rushed towards the two young men in white.

At the same time, the young man in white also knew the origin of this group of people, and he also whispered: "Kill." ”

In an instant, a scene that the people on the side of the road will never forget for a lifetime happened, twenty or thirty knights who rushed towards the white-clothed young man suddenly burst into a cloud of blood mist with a sudden bang. Only the brocade-clothed young man sat on the ground in a daze, looking at the scene that happened in front of his eyes, and his brain became blank.

When the brocade-clothed young man saw a flash of fire flying towards him, the last thought in his mind was: "It shouldn't be, such a powerful and strong man, why doesn't he have a mount?"

The young man in white didn't seem to see the bloody scene in front of him at all, he still walked along the previous route, walking on an official road covered with flesh and blood, and there was not a trace of blood on the soles of his boots.

A moment later, the two young men in white appeared in front of the city gate, and the soldiers guarding the city saluted him one after another, saying nothing about what had just happened, as if the middle-aged scribe had killed a group of chickens and dogs.

It wasn't until the white-clothed young man and the middle-aged scribe disappeared for a long time that Ye Tiantian breathed a sigh of relief, just now the middle-aged scribe controlled dozens of knights with his mind, causing the true qi in their bodies to expand instantly, so they were blown into a blood mist. It's just the control method of this move's idea, and now Ye Tian can't control it, he can't even control a flying knife freely, let alone control others, causing the true qi in his body to explode.

This kind of terrifying method was not the main reason for Ye Tian's nervousness, the reason why he completely contained his mind and did not let his thoughts leak out in the slightest was because the moment when the powerful thoughts of the middle-aged scribe broke out, Ye Tian had an extremely familiar feeling. Ye Tian immediately remembered the figure acting alone in Lei Jian Peak, he was almost found hiding in the Wuji World at that time, his mind was exactly the same as that of the middle-aged scribe, it should definitely be the same person.

"It seems that this middle-aged scribe should also go to Thunder Sword Peak to pick Thunder Flowers, most likely to let this white-clothed young man join the Southern Regions Dan League. I'm going to speed up, lest the Southern Regions Dan Alliance collect too many Thunder Flowers, so as to stop recruiting disciples and cause me to run for nothing. ”

Thinking of this, Ye Tian didn't hesitate anymore, urged the dragon horse who sat down, and entered the capital of the Martial Wind Country.

As soon as he entered the city, Ye Tian was stunned, the spirit of the royal capital was indeed not comparable to ordinary cities, and the scale was far above the Nanyue County that Ye Tian had visited. If it weren't for the high-rise buildings without pigeon cages, Ye Tian would even have the illusion of returning to the metropolis of his previous life.

The main road facing the city gate, more than 100 meters wide, is all paved with smooth blue-striped stone, which is not much better than the marble laid in some places in the previous life. The buildings on both sides are tall and magnificent, and although the tallest one is no more than ten storeys, the layout of the city gives people a sense of grandeur.

Ye Tian was not in the mood to appreciate this spectacular cityscape at this time, his top priority was to inquire about the news of the Southern Regions Dan Alliance. Presumably, the major sects that can be allocated the quota to enter the Ten Thousand Clans Pagoda should have offices in the royal capital of the Wufeng Kingdom.

However, it was getting late today, Ye Tian had nowhere to go even if he wanted to inquire, he came to the Wufeng King Capital for the first time, and he was unfamiliar with the people, and he didn't know where to go to find the Southern Regions Danmeng. So, he had no choice but to use the bridge in the film and television dramas of his previous life, first find an inn to live in, and then ask the inn guys for information about the Southern Regions Danmeng.

Not long after entering the city gate, Ye Tian saw a large inn with a magnificent momentum. Located next to the main street, this inn is a place that only the rich and noble can afford.

The guy who greeted the door saw that Ye Tian was dusty, not only was the mount covered in dirt, but even the clothes on his body were covered with rustic, and his eyes showed a trace of disdain, but the professionalism was still there, and he did not show it obviously, he still greeted Ye Tian politely, let the boy on the side take away the dragon horse, and invited Ye Tian to enter the inn to rest.

Ye Tian's perception is so powerful, the innkeeper's careful thinking can't escape his eyes at all, Ye Tian knows that he must not be stingy when he comes to this kind of place, otherwise he will definitely be pitted by these old fritters. So, he raised his hand and threw a spirit coin over, and said loudly: "The best room, bring me one." ”

The spirit coin is an upgraded version of the gold coin, one spirit coin is equivalent to a hundred gold coins, the guy didn't do anything, he got a tip for nothing, and immediately the smile on his face became full of agility, which was completely different from the mechanical professional smile just now.

"Thank you for this son, please hurry up, our inn still has an upper room, absolutely satisfying you!" said that, he trotted all the way in front to lead the way, and led Ye Tian to an upper room on the top floor.

"This boy, what else do you need the little one to do, even if you give the order, the little one will definitely do his best to serve you!" The innkeeper did not leave immediately, but stood at the door and bowed down waiting for Ye Tian's orders.

"Well, I just have something to ask you. Ye Tian threw over another spirit coin, and then slowly asked, "I heard that many people have come to take the exam of the Royal Academy recently, what is going on?"