Yanhua Empire, accompany the capital of Chongqing.

"Get out of the way!"

A rough shout rang out in the middle of the street, and the aura of murder spread through the street. Immediately, almost all the people who were wandering around retreated to the side of the road without hesitation, and vacated the street that was three or four feet wide.

That bloody aura was not something that ordinary people could bear, not to mention that most of the people on the street had not yet stepped into the path of martial cultivation.

Following the prestige, a stout black-faced man with a height of seven feet strode from the end of the street. Behind him were two neat columns, all dressed in military uniforms, each holding a silver-plastic halberd, and followed behind the big man without saying a word, walking in unison, and the momentum was cold and extraordinary.

"General Luo Hu?" Many knowledgeable young people on both sides of the street inadvertently saw the tiger tattoo looming on the neck of the black-faced man, and couldn't help but cover their mouths and exclaim.

"Luo Hu, this ...... Could it be Locke's Army?"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd retreated again and again.

"Hmm. Squinting at the reaction of the crowd, Luo Hu seemed quite satisfied, although he still had a cold face, he couldn't help nodding lightly. He held the Cold Moon Blade on his waist with his right hand, and held a bright yellow scroll in his left hand, striding across the street without even looking at the people on either side.

When the so-called "Locke's Army" went away, the streets gradually returned to their original state, crowded and lively. If you listen closely, you can hear people talking softly to each other.

"The Luo family army has been guarding the imperial capital of Chang'an, why did he appear in the city of Chongqing, the capital of China?"

"I heard that it was for the marriage of Princess Qingcheng, and the royal family specially allocated 3,000 military horses to garrison outside Yucheng. ”

"Isn't it been three years since she was delegated to stay with us?"

"According to my relatives in the Imperial City, it seems that the distant cousin niece of the city lord is favored in the Imperial City. The emperor was pleased, and the nine clans were blessed. Speaking of this, the man also looked around and said in a low voice, "Only then did I decree a marriage and marry Princess Qingcheng to the son of the city lord." ”

"Bah...... Who doesn't know that the son of the city lord is a waste, but he didn't expect to climb the phoenix this time......"

"Shhhh The person next to him hurriedly stopped the man from talking, looked around, and found that there were no soldiers from the City Lord's Mansion around, before he said in a deep voice, "Princess Qingcheng was originally the orthodox blood of the royal family, but unexpectedly, the first emperor died early and was taken the throne by the side branch. Three years ago, he was sent to the capital of the city, and this time he gave the marriage to a waste, doesn't the people of the world know what the emperor wants to do?"

A few people in the group nodded their heads and chatted a few more trivial words before they each chose their own way away.

After a while, a five-foot-tall boy stepped out of the alleyway, his strange outfit quickly attracting the attention of passers-by.

On his back he carried a narrow tin box tightly covered with coarse cloth sacks, a black gauze cloak on his head, a loose robe that was obviously not his, and two wide sleeves dragged down to his knees, covering his hands.

Not paying any attention to the strange stares of the people around him, he recalled what he had just heard, and whispered, "Marriage? ”

After saying this, he didn't stay any longer, and went straight in the direction that Luo Jiajun was far away.

Soon after the boy left, another group of men appeared on the street, and the leader looked around for a moment, sniffed the blood in the air with his sensitive nose, turned around, and hurried after the boy.

At this time, many people had already gathered in the central square of Yucheng -- all of whom were attracted by the "Locke Army."

In the middle of the square stands a stone pillar, the surface of the stone pillar is engraved with fine lines, looking at the past from a distance, those lines seem to be a trickle, listen quietly, it seems that you can still hear the sound of gurgling water on the column.

Around the stone pillar, twenty Luo family soldiers lined up around the stone pillar, blocking all the onlookers from two meters away from the stone pillar, leaving only Luo Hu alone to get close to the stone pillar.

"Huang Bangxuan!" Luo Hu's right hand, which had been pressed on the cold moon blade, picked it up, pulled open the bright yellow scroll on his left hand, and let out a deep sigh, and there was silence in an instant.

The ordinary people were directly shocked and lost their minds for a short time, and even some martial cultivators who had just seen the martial arts were shocked, and their souls trembled.

What a terrifying martial arts cultivation!

"The empire has been peaceful and prosperous for more than ten years, and the government is harmonious and prosperous. On the occasion of this prosperous era, the princess of Qingcheng, the pearl of the empire, has a good fortune, and now His Majesty has given it a special gift, Liu Sanfeng, the son of Liu Ruisong, the lord of Yucheng, and the princess of the royal family Qingcheng tied the knot and got married on a certain day. ”

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of people knelt down in unison and said in unison: "Obey the holy will!"

After nodding with satisfaction, Luo Hu continued to read: "Now the queen phoenix body is not safe, and the royal alchemist has no countermeasures. After his success, he made an exception and was granted the privilege to enter the Royal Alchemist Guild. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the square.

"The queen is ill?"

"In the whole world, who doesn't know that the emperor favors Zhao Sisi, and he has already had the idea of abolishing the queen. Now that Zhang Bang is the queen of the world's rescue, I don't know which one to play. ”

"Having said that, I actually made an exception to be admitted to the Imperial Alchemist Guild, it seems that the queen's illness is not simple......"

"The Alchemist Guild that has been included in the royal family will have a superior status in this Yanhua Empire in the future. ”

"The Empire's spiritual grass and spiritual materials will also be open to it, it is really fame and fortune. ”

“......”

"Imperial Alchemist, is it powerful?" suddenly poked a small head out of the crowd and asked his father aloud without hesitation.

Frightened, his father hurriedly pressed his head down and explained in a low voice: "Alchemist has been an incomparably superior profession since ancient times, whether it is an ordinary civilian, a battlefield soldier, or a powerful martial cultivator, all need to borrow the elixir refined by the alchemist to heal his illness and cultivate to break through the realm. Even in the royal family, the status is not ordinary. ”

"Oh, then," the little boy thought for a moment, then clenched his fists, "then I'm going to be an alchemist too." ”

"Hahahaha. A burst of ridicule instantly sounded around him, "Where is the little hairy boy, who still wants to become an alchemist before his hair grows?"

As soon as these words came out, the sarcasm around them became even sharper.

"Stick to the emperor's list!" Another loud shout, after taking the people's discussions into his ears one by one, Luo Hu waved his right hand and threw the bright yellow scroll in his hand, bringing the sound of the wind.

All the populace fell to the ground again, and all that remained in the square was the murmur of scrolls stirring in the air.

Be quiet.

Quiescence.

Dead!

After a while, everyone realized that something was wrong, and looked up cautiously one by one, only to see hundreds of civilians kneeling on the ground in the entire square, and even the twenty soldiers who followed Luo Hu were also kneeling reverently.

Luo Hu had a cold face, the scroll was spread out and quietly suspended in front of him, his right hand was pressed on the cold moon blade at his waist again, and he just looked coldly ahead: "Huang Bang Tie, if the Holy Lord is here in person, who are you? Why don't you kneel?"

Hearing this, following Luo Hu's gaze, everyone found that there was a thin young man's back standing at the end of the crowd, and the figure of the young man who was not tall was now taller than everyone kneeling on the ground, and everyone was different.

The young man's head buried under the cloak slowly raised, and his eyes looked directly at Luo Hu, without the slightest fear. He unnaturally pulled the cloth strap tied to the tin box behind his back, and it took a long time for him to make a hoarse voice:

"Because, I can save him!"