Han Jiulang in mid-air seemed to hear someone shouting, the white-haired eyes and one-horned tiger of the size of the house under the seat suddenly stopped, the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand flashed a glazed light, and he turned his head reluctantly, his temples and two pinches of yellow hair flew, his eyes flashed a trace of fierceness, and the momentum in an instant was terrifying.

Behind him, the two hundred horsemen of the stars ordered the military to stop, and the tiger roared and shook the sky for a while, and the anger was overwhelming.

The entire street was silent in an instant, and countless warriors couldn't help but stop, looking up and looking, their eyes showing fear.

Xin Zhuo and the three of them seemed to have become the ones who had been lost, and Prophet Gou and Li Guangling immediately took a step back, pretending to be nothing.

Only Xin Zhuo looked directly at Han Jiulang, he wanted to see what this kid was thinking and what he had changed.

At this glance, I was a little disappointed, except for the face and the same face, it was completely like a different person, and there was no longer the slightest sense of familiarity.

Han Jiulang looked at him, and for a moment he was also a little distracted, and seemed to be very puzzled, and then as if he didn't want to see a nobody, he disappeared into the ten thousand palaces in front of him with his subordinates.

It wasn't until Han Jiulang disappeared for a while that the street returned to normal, a group of people wet their backs with cold sweat, and they grunted, and there was a humane:

"It is rumored that at the end of the Middle Ages, the last emperor fell and sat down, all races were in turmoil, plundering the world, the emperor under the throne of the thousand birds supreme, ordered the world's warriors to form a star army, stationed in the nine divisions of the sea, to block the invasion of all races, at the beginning of the nine divisions of the star army can be all ruthless, all of them cultivate their physique, refining pure martial arts, even now, it is not easy to get along, just now the marshal of the nine divisions of the army, is really strong and strong, which makes people feel frightened."

Another humanitarian: "Those who only practice physique, known for their strength, seem to have the Wuhuang clan in the east of the Great Plains!"

The man smiled and said, "Coincidentally, I heard that before the Middle Ages and Ancient Times, the East China Sea and the South of the Nine Divisions of the Ten Thousand Clans lived in the east of the Great Plains, and the Wuhuang Clan and the Nine Divisions Xingchen Army were both the vanguard of blocking the Ten Thousand Races, but the two families did not deal with each other!"

Someone said, "Isn't that a coincidence? The young master of the Wuhuang clan has also arrived."

As soon as the voice fell, no one spoke anymore, and it was okay to talk about it behind the scenes, once the two families really clashed, what happened to a lowly warrior like us chewing his tongue behind his back?

The crowd dispersed, and Prophet Gou came to Xin Zhuo's side and sighed with emotion, "You seem to know the commander of the Nine Divisions Xingchen Army?"

Xin Zhuo didn't speak, so what is more than understanding?

Since he knew that what happened back then was just a trial for a group of people, and the others didn't mention it for the time being, he always had a trace of hope in his heart, thinking that maybe Cui Ying'er and the others would be different, but when he saw Han Jiulang today, all hope in his heart disappeared.

It doesn't make a difference, people are still those people but they are not those people anymore.

Han Jiulang, the big fart kid back then, made him feel a little depressed.

If his identity is revealed, he doesn't even know how Han Jiulang's kid will react, after all, he is an iron-blooded high-realm martial artist, and he is too different from himself, but he was a pony boy under his command back then, will he be angry and kill himself casually?

Maybe...... Only being strong in himself, strong to the point of being terrifying, is the best choice in his Xin Zhuo's life, he can't have illusions about anyone, and there is no one to rely on.

"Don't gossip." Li Guangling came up and said, "Brother Xian, you came to the Holy City, but you are here, now that it has arrived, what do you think? Where do we start, you draw a way, let's do it as soon as possible, and leave as soon as we finish it!"

Prophet Gou also said, "It makes sense!"

Xin Zhuo looked around, and didn't know where to start for a while, so he had to say, "Let's go and have a look first."

On the dozens of streets, there are flowers everywhere, the crowd is rubbing shoulders, and all of them are brocade robes, or majestic or arrogant, that is, the maids who follow behind, and they are also all beautiful and lovely, and the force is extraordinary, and if you are not careful, you may bump into an ordinary martial artist who has no chance to see the elder of the Holy Land, the Cave Tianzhen Legend, or the master of the peak of the super sect.

No matter how good you look like a celestial person, your talent is superb, and if you can't reach that height, you can't afford to mess with them.

And the palaces on both sides of the street are taller and more gorgeous and extravagant

Incomparable, there are all kinds of today's styles, medievals, and ancient styles, even Goolan is a palace, and a tavern is also a small palace, and occasionally I see a place that is either run by a disciple of the Cave Heaven or guarded by an elder of the Holy Land.

In this way, the "holy city" has become somewhat holy.

In such a place, it is easy for the mentality to change strangely, and it is easy for the eyes to see flowers.

Especially in front of a huge palace stone workshop, there are dense all kinds of famous embryo stones in front of the gate, a group of warriors in public selection, on-site cutting.

And next door, in a fragrant palace, a group of graceful girls shuttled back and forth like bees and butterflies, and some handsome and handsome sons of the great sect sat cross-legged, drinking tea and chatting, with beauty beside them.

Turning a street, there is another gambling house, a group of warriors spend a lot of money, blocking stones, and using the true source.

So, walking and walking, the two old ghosts, Gou Xian and Li Guangling, didn't know where to go.

Xin Zhuo didn't bother to look for it, he just walked forward, he was not idle along the way, he was thinking about maximizing the cost performance to get the true source, absorbing it into the "Moon Gaze Bag", which couldn't attract attention.

When night fell, a bright stone lantern lit up on the side of the street, and then the whole city was lit up.

The moonlight in the sky is like silk, the holy city on the ground is like day, the colorful palaces and the dense array of warriors and women are really fascinating.

Before I knew it, I came to a lake in the heart of the city, and it was hard to imagine that there would be a lake in the holy city halfway up the mountainside. The lake is ten miles wide, there is no end to the length, a giant sword is inserted straight into the center of the lake, a sword shadow hovers around, flying back and forth, a while to the extremely high night sky, a moment into the bottom of the lake, rolling up a large number of waves.

Just these sword shadows can kill all the Hun Yuan Void Warriors.

On the surface of the lake, dozens of huge flower boats swayed among them, and the hull of the ship flashed with wisps of martial rhyme, not afraid of the shadow of the sword.

The lake was full of people watching the scenery, all of them talking.

Xin Zhuo squatted down and washed his hands, and then looked at the end of the lake, where there was a huge and majestic palace, brightly lit and exuding terrible coercion, but if you looked closely, there was a kind of tranquility and tranquility.

"What is that?" He subconsciously asked the person next to him.

After asking, I found that this person was still an acquaintance, it was the Qin Wuji who I had seen on the road during the day.

Qin Wuji smiled suddenly: "The disciples of the Taichong Holy Land are stationed in the palace here, do you feel that there is not only coercion, but also peace and tranquility?"

Xin Zhuo nodded, "Indeed!"

Qin Wuji said: "Taichong Holy Land, founded for countless years, masters like clouds, good at cultivating Zhou Tian swordsmanship and Wuji Sword Escape, disciples are extremely difficult, but they usually do not fight with others, Taichong, which means an extremely quiet and harmonious realm, this Taichong Holy Land likes to produce saints the most.

It is difficult to come out of a saint, but the world's master Su Lao often says that today's generation of saints and saints, the top ten saints, there should be Taichong saints and daughters in the ranks.

This Zhi Feiyan is a ruthless character, I heard that the cultivators are full of Yuan Ji and Hun Yuan Heavenly Sword, and the Holy Land disciple who cultivates the sword, but she cultivates the sword, and she is also the only one."

Fold the swallow!

She's here?

Xin Zhuo's mood was a little complicated and funny, Zhi Feiyan was the first woman he was nominally marrying, the most obedient and sensible, who would have thought that she was this kind of identity?

When I see her now, I'm afraid that I only have to carry shoes.

That Qin Wuji suddenly looked at the center of the lake and said, "There is a good show to watch."

"Fun?" Xin Zhuo said.

Qin Wuji said, "Why do you have so many people running to this Taichong Lake to enjoy the scenery?"

After speaking, he pointed to the direction of the opposite Taichong Palace: "Look!"

"Someone from the Taichong Holy Land is here!" There were also warriors all around who exclaimed.

I saw that in the Taichong Palace, a jade flying boat pierced through the sky, flashed to the sky above the center of the lake, and the tail of the boat with a huge sword shadow dissipated, turning into a flying lotus in the sky, and the fragrance was fragrant.

The boat exuded a shining light, and between the flying veils, more than a dozen girls holding swords in the boat could be seen kneeling.

The mist in the center of the lake is steaming, and in the hazy and hazy room, there is a faint fairy music sounding, which is light and pleasant, and it is intoxicating.

Suddenly, a figure with a series of afterimages, in a flash to the front of the boat, a green clothes fluttering, graceful posture, Qianqian's thin waist is in a hand, but the back is straight like a sword, three thousand green silk into a double knife bun,

Looking at her slightly hazy face, but seeing her eyebrows like Yuandai, her skin like white fat and jade, her facial features are extremely beautiful and highly recognizable, especially a pair of bright eyes, as if she can see everything.

If you just use American words to describe her, it is obviously not enough.

She is an extremely capable and cold woman, extremely beautiful and very special temperament, and any woman seems to have become a little vulgar compared to her.

"Taichong Holy Maiden Fold Feiyan!"

"The heavenly sword can cut the immortals, the three arguments are true, two years ago, a knife defeated the secret ferrying father and son of the Fuxian Palace, and the name of the Taichong Holy Maiden shocked all directions, and when I saw it today, it was really unique."

"What kind of man in the world is worthy of such a woman!"

The warriors around couldn't help but praise each other, and their faces were full of admiration and respect.

"Behind every beautiful woman, there is always a man who is tired of playing, but it's a pity that this is too chong saint, Xin Zhuo's miscellaneous pieces are cheaper in the mirror, so that Lao Tzu can see it, and he must be killed."

Qin Wuji, who had always seemed to be confident about everything and had a deep city, suddenly seemed to be a different person, his face was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Xin Zhuo was looking at Zhi Feiyan, seeing how she was different from before, and glanced at Qin Wuji when he heard the words.

"What are you looking at? You are a vulgar and vulgar person, Lao Tzu will kill you eight hundred times with a sword."

Qin Wuji's eyes glared at him coldly, as if he wanted to take his anger on him, and he also sprinkled it on the right person.

Xin Zhuo said casually: "I will also have your white intestine fish sword qi, I have seen your cultivation spells, you and I should be in the same realm, you don't have the slightest chance of winning, it's better to be low-key!"

Qin Wuji's eyes contracted, as if he had heard the most terrifying thing in the world: "What did you say?!"

His voice was loud enough, but it was suppressed by the shouting of the warriors around him.

One said, "Hasn't Xiao Jingyi, the Holy Son of the Huangquan Sect, arrived yet?"

The other person smiled and said, "I heard that the Holy Son of the Huangquan Sect also used a knife, the knife came out like a dragon, thousands of miles in an instant, and 100,000 ghosts followed the sword, and once defeated the Heavenly Holy Maiden of the Withered Sword Cave to win Jian Ying, and also killed the ancient demon dragon who devoured 30,000 people on Qianyu Island in the Beihai Sea, and ate a bowl of wonton noodles when he was done, and only used less than half a column of incense before and after!"

"That's why he challenged the Taichong Holy Maiden?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"It's coming!"

Someone pointed into the distance.