In the vast expanse of the earth, a carriage pulled by three speedy horses, came from afar, and walked into the distance, as if there was no end.

"Young master, there is Yuanchen's vassal state in front. ”

The groom was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man, who looked nearly fifty years old, but his real age was only thirty-seven.

It is said that time is a ruthless knife, and the vicissitudes of life are carved on people's faces, and this sentence is suitable for middle-aged men.

"Well, Zhilu said. ”

Inside the carriage, an indifferent voice came, as if it was none of his business.

"Alas. The middle-aged man sighed.

His name is Wang Ergou, he was originally a villager in a remote village in the Yunyue Kingdom, a few days ago, he returned from hunting wild beasts, and saw a group of robbers slaughtering the village from a distance, at that time, he almost collapsed, his wife, his children, all died at the hands of the robbers.

Enraged, as if forgetting the difference in strength between him and the robbers, he rushed into the village and fought desperately.

Originally, he thought that he was going to die, but at this moment, the savior came, a young man who looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, with a knife in his hand, and even his natural powers were useless, so he slaughtered all the robbers, and none of the robbers' corpses were intact.

At that time, he realized that there seemed to be endless pain in the hearts of young people.

Inside the carriage, a handsome young man sat there, beside him, in the basket, there were all pieces of rotten wood, rotten wood fell into his hands, turned decay into magic, turned into wood carvings, wood carvings are lifelike, different characters, appear on the wood carvings, there are old people, there are middle-aged people, there are young people, there are beautiful women......

Suddenly, the young man seemed to be a little distracted, and the knife in his hand slashed by, bringing a smear of blood to his fingertips, and he seemed to be unconscious.

"Uncle Wang, go to the Imperial City of Yuanchen's vassal country. ”

At last, the young man spoke.

"Good. Wang Ergou answered, and hurried away.

The young man is none other than Chu Yang.

After sending Nie Qian back to the vicinity of Xisang City, he left, and as the sun set, he happened to meet a group of robbers slaughtering the village, at that time, when he arrived, it was already late, and there was almost no living mouth in the village, at this moment, he saw Wang Ergou, with a mere cultivation of the Qi Martial Realm, and threw himself into a group of high-level robbers in the Qi Martial Realm, as if he was not afraid of life and death.

Seeing that Wang Ergou was about to be killed, he made a move and killed all the robbers.

Perhaps, it was sympathy, after Wang Ergou painfully disposed of the corpses of the villagers, he got Wang Ergou's promise, and he took Wang Ergou with him.

"Sect Master, Peng Lao, Bai Lao, Feng Lao, Blood Lao......"

Pick up the carved piece of wood carving, the image of the group is lifelike on the wood carving, reaching out to caress the wood carving, Chu Yang's heart is cold and stiff.

Although a few days have passed, it is vivid for Chu Yang.

Coming to the Imperial City of Yuanchen vassal country again, Chu Yang was silent, and asked Wang Ergou to park the carriage at the gate of Fengqi Tower, and asked Wang Ergou to go down to find the little guy in Fengqi Tower to spread the word, he came to see Li Fu.

He wanted to know if the people of the Blood Demon Sect and the Hehuan Sect had descended on the Extreme Martial Saint Courtyard during this time.

He came here mainly to inform Fang Lun, the vice president of the Extreme Martial Saint Academy, that if the Extreme Martial Saint Academy hadn't had an accident yet, everything would still be in time.

"Whose carriage dares to block the way of Young Master Ben and look for death!"

At this moment, outside the carriage, an arrogant voice came, and soon, the curtain was opened, Chu Yang raised his head, his eyes were sharply focused on the person who came, and he laughed sarcastically, "Who did I say, it turned out to be the third young master of the Huang family, what, your hand is healed?

The person outside the car was Huang Qi.

On the same day, at the gate of Fengqi Tower, the third young master of the Huang family, Huang Qi, who was abolished by him.

The arrogance on Huang Qi's face was gone, replaced by humility, and he smiled awkwardly, "It turned out to be Chu Shao, Chu Shao, I didn't know that Lu Dao was you, if I knew that Lu Dao was you, I wouldn't dare to borrow ten guts." ”

Seeing Chu Yang, Huang Qi was also stunned.

At the beginning, when he woke up, he knew that the arm he had been abolished by Chu Yang could no longer use martial arts, and his anger soared in his heart, so he wanted to seek revenge from Chu Yang.

But who knows, at this time, the news that Chu Yang became the first person to be a freshman in the Extreme Martial Saint Academy came out, coupled with the friendship between the royal family and the major families to Chu Yang, he was scolded by his father, and completely broke off the idea of revenge against Chu Yang, he knew that Chu Yang at this time was not at the same level as himself.

Don't say it's him, even if it's his father, he doesn't dare to provoke Chu Yang easily.

Didn't you look, Chu Yang's family, a small Chu family, is now canonized by the royal family as the Chu Palace?

Although Chu Yang has announced that he will leave the Chu Palace, as long as he is a person who knows the ins and outs of the affairs of Lu Dao, who does not know that Lu Dao is Chu Yang's expedient measure?

"Get out!" At this time, Chu Yang didn't want to do much.

"Yes, I'm going to get out, I'm going to get out. Huang Qilian nodded and left in a hurry.

"Xiao Chu, why don't you go in?" Li Fu got into the carriage, exchanged a few words with Chu Yang, and couldn't help asking.

Chu Yang sighed, told the changes in the Extreme Martial Sect one by one, and at the same time, said the purpose of his visit, "This is the matter, I am leaving soon." ”

I have to say that the news brought by Chu Yang made Li Fu couldn't help but be surprised, and now, this matter has obviously not been transmitted from the Yunyue Kingdom.

The Extreme Martial Sect, the top sect of the Yunyue Kingdom, was destroyed like this?

"Condolences. Li Fu could feel the pain in Chu Yang's heart and comforted.

"Don't worry, I'm fine. Chu Yang shook his head and squeezed out a smile with difficulty, but this smile was more ugly than crying, "Brother Li, recently, what's wrong with the Extreme Martial Saint Academy?"

Li Fu shook his head, "There's nothing wrong with it, yesterday, I also met Vice Dean Fang Lun, and I want to come, the people from the Hehuan Sect and the Blood Demon Sect haven't thought of this place for the time being." ”

Chu Yang breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.

"Brother Li, then I'll go to the Extreme Martial Saint Academy first, and when I see the Vice Dean, I'll leave directly...... In the future, when I avenge the sect and revive the sect, I will come back to you for a drink. ”

After saying this, Chu Yang said goodbye to Li Fu and went to the Extreme Martial Saint Courtyard.

Li Fu stood at the door of Fengqi Tower, watching Chu Yang's carriage leave, shaking his head and sighing.

This young man, he is only eighteen years old, and he has too many things on his back.

"I believe that there will be a day when I will wait for you. ”

Jiwu Sacred Temple.

Vice Dean Fang Lun was also a little stunned when he saw Chu Yang coming back, "Chu Yang, isn't this period of time the day of the sect's great competition, why did you come back?"

When Fang Lun noticed Chu Yang's current cultivation, his pupils shrank, "Lingwu Realm Sixfold, you ......"

Chu Yang sighed, "Vice Dean, the sect, it's gone." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Fang Lun frowned, obviously not understanding, but a little uneasiness faintly rose in his heart.

Chu Yang's face was gloomy, and he told the ins and outs of the matter one by one.

Every word Chu Yang said made Fang Lun's color change, and suddenly, Fang Lun's body trembled, his pupils shrank, and he knelt on the ground with a 'poof' sound, and the old tears were rampant, "Master!!"

The old man guarding the pavilion of the Firmament Pavilion, Elder Peng, the old man who desperately protected Ye Nantian, Chu Yang and Nie Qian to leave, was Fang Lun's master.

"Vice Dean!"

Chu Yang could feel Fang Lun's pain, but at this time, it was not the time to be sad, so he couldn't help but drink lowly.

However, Fang Lun didn't pay attention to what he meant, still in pain, Chu Yang's eyes flashed, and he whispered again: "Fang Lun, as the sect master, I order you to come to your senses! At this time, the sect needs you, do you want to watch the core disciples of the sect outside lose their lives because of your hesitation?"

In this great disaster of the Jiwu Sect, the elders and disciples of the sect almost all died, and the only ones left behind were those core disciples who were assigned to the various properties of the sect to be in charge, and these core disciples were not usually in the sect.

Ru Fang Lun is one of these core disciples.

"Sect Master. ”

Fang Lun then remembered that the current Chu Yang was already the sect master of the Extreme Martial Sect.

Yuanchen vassal country, above the imperial city, deep in the clouds, two figures, wind and dust, landed down, one of them, the whole person seemed to be a sword, the terrible sword momentum emanating from the body, straight into the sky.

The other person was a young man, standing on top of a black eagle with a grim gaze.

"Xiaochen, that Chu Yang, may not come back. The old man, who seemed to have turned into a sword, spoke.

"Uncle Shi, I know that even if Chu Yang is not there, today, I will destroy the Holy Courtyard set up by the Jiwu Sect here, Fang Lun, the vice president of the Jiwu Holy Academy, the remnants of the Jiwu Sect, must be cut down and eradicated. "The person on the black carving has spoken, this person is obviously the young sect master of the Hehuan Sect, Yang Chen, the son of the carving.

As for the old man beside him, it was the old generation of strong men of the Hehuan Sect, Xie Xiao.

Xie Xiao is a powerful sword cultivator in the Yunyue Kingdom.

"Huh?" Suddenly, Xie Xiao frowned and looked at the clouds under his feet.

The clouds and mist swept and spread like ripples, and a figure rose into the sky and landed in front of Xie Xiao and Yang Chen.

This is a young man, the young man is handsome and chic, suave and suave, as soon as he appeared, the carving boy Yang Chen was overshadowed, whether it was appearance or temperament, Yang Chen was far inferior to him.

"Who are you?" Xie Xiao was obviously a little jealous of young people.

"Let's go, Extreme Martial Saint Academy, you can't move. The young man spoke lightly, and his tone was mixed with a bit of domineering.

"What are you, I'm doing things in the Hehuan Sect, how can I allow you to interfere!"

"Ha Lu Ha ......"

The young man laughed, as soon as he raised his hand, he didn't see any movement, a crisp slap came, and half of the carving boy Yang Chen's face left a deep palm print, "I, Li Fu, do things, it's not your turn to be a junior, the first person of the younger generation of the Hehuan Sect, but that's it." Compared with Li Xiao's kid, it's far worse. ”

ps: A slap in the face, is it cool?ask for a recommendation vote~~