Taiyuan County, in the garden of the state capital.

"Sister, where is Brother Yun, why hasn't you come back for so long?" Princess Xiangxiang looked at her sister Huo Qingtong and asked.

"What's the matter, our little princess misses him!" Huo Qingtong said with a smile.

"Hmph, I'm just concerned about you, sister!" Princess Xiangxiang said with a pout.

"Xiangxiang, has the person who has been pestering you as an apprentice for the past two days gone?" Huo Qingtong suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked his sister with a frown.

A few days ago, a middle-aged woman suddenly visited, saying that Princess Xiangxiang is a rare special physique, which is very suitable for practicing the exercises of their sect, and wants to accept Princess Xiangxiang as an apprentice.

It's a pity that Huo Qingtong was rejected, now that Xiao Yun has won the entire Bingzhou, the cultivation resources in his hand are very rich, plus the harvest Xiao Yun got from Luoyang, there is no shortage of all kinds of exercises and secret techniques, how could Huo Qingtong let Princess Xiangxiang join a strange sect?

And Princess Xiangxiang didn't like cultivation since she was a child, and she wasn't interested in fighting and killing, so she naturally wouldn't agree, and besides, Huo Qingtong was worried that her sister would be bullied if she joined an unfamiliar sect.

Princess Xiangxiang is simple-minded, innocent, and ignorant of the world, Huo Qingtong is also worried that she will be tricked out of some of Xiao Yun's secrets, especially Xiao Yun can pass through this matter, so Huo Qingtong had already rejected the middle-aged woman at that time.

But the other party doesn't seem to have given up on the intention of accepting Princess Xiangxiang as an apprentice, and has been surrounding Princess Xiangxiang for the past few days, constantly carrying out various temptations.

"Sister, she hasn't left yet, but I can tell that she doesn't look like a bad person!" Princess Xiangxiang said seriously with a wrinkled little nose.

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"You look at everyone like a good person, is there a bad person in your eyes!, my stupid sister!" Huo Qingtong smiled helplessly.

"Yes, those who like to kill are bad people!" said the little girl, with her big pretty eyes.

"You!" Huo Qingtong rubbed his sister's little head and began to teach her how to distinguish bad guys and how to protect herself!

Suddenly, a personal guard hurriedly came in and took out a letter and respectfully handed it to Huo Qingtong and said:

"Master Huo, there is urgent information!"

Huo Qingtong looked at the red envelope, his face couldn't help but change, you must know that all information is also graded according to the degree of importance, and red is the highest level.

Since the establishment of Jinyiwei for more than half a year, there has never been red-level intelligence, Huo Qingtong opened the envelope with a solemn face, and after taking a quick look at the contents, he trembled all over, almost stood unsteadily, and the envelope in his hand also fell.

"Sister, what's wrong with you? What makes you so disgraced!" Xiangxiang hurriedly came over to help her sister and asked.

"Something happened to Wanwan!" Huo Qingtong muttered.

"What! What's wrong with Sister Wanwan?" Princess Xiangxiang hurriedly picked up the letter from the ground and looked at it, and immediately knew what was going on!

"Sister, let's go and save her!Sister Wanwan just disappeared for some reason!" Princess Xiangxiang said to her sister with an anxious face.

Huo Qingtong's heart was extremely bitter, the situation that her sister said was of course what she hoped for the most, if there was really any accident in Wanwan, she didn't know how to face Xiao Yun!

She and her sister, as well as Wanwan and Shi Qingxuan, were able to be brought to this big world by Xiao Yun by fate, and the four of them may not have much communication with each other, and even secretly competed because of Xiao Yun, and there was a trace of hostility between them.

But deep in this strange world, there is an inexplicable sense of closeness between the four of them, especially since she and Wanwan are both independent and strong people, although there is competition between the two, but the size is just right.

Now that Wanwan is deep in a strange village, Huo Qingtong is really worried, she sincerely hopes that Wanwan will be okay and can persist until she comes to the rescue.

Just as Huo Qingtong was about to order to lead his own soldiers to rescue Wanwan in person, a powerful hostile momentum came towards Jinyang City.

"Where is Xiao Yun? Immediately abolish the hundred schools of thought in the academy, otherwise we will not be blamed!"

I saw three ghost fairy realm powerhouses in Confucian robes flying in the air, and the middle-aged Confucian in the lead shouted in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

This leading middle-aged Confucian cultivator has survived at least five thunder tribulations, reaching the five-fold thunder tribulation realm, and his powerful momentum has shocked everyone's hearts, and his voice contains the power of a terrifying divine soul, and the thunder is rolling, and the sound spreads throughout Jinyang City.

"Wait a minute, this is a state, not a place where you Confucians can come and spread wild!" I saw Huang Zhong stepping on the void, and his powerful momentum pressed towards the three Confucian students.

"Bold fanatics, if today is still the world of the Han Empire, don't you know that the Han Dynasty respects Confucianism alone?

"Confucianism is really a good skill! Let the Son of Heaven in Luoyang City not come to the rescue, but come to our state to look for trouble, and we can't be bullied!" Huang Zhong said angrily.

"Hmph, the Son of Heaven has someone to rescue him, and the Hundred Schools of Thought must be abolished today, otherwise we will be blamed for using force!" a Confucian student in the back said loudly.

"Look for death!"

A spirit-level treasure bow instantly appeared in Huang Zhong's hand, and the powerful True Yuan condensed into a sharp arrow, which shot out at the three Confucian scholars at great speed.

I saw that the sharp arrow that this Zhenyuan turned into was like a fierce tiger that had been roaring, exuding a terrifying momentum, turning into a white light, and appearing in front of the middle-aged Confucian like lightning.

In the face of Huang Zhong's terrifying arrow, I saw the middle-aged Confucian shout, and a wave of righteousness shot out of his mouth, shooting towards the upcoming sharp arrow.

The moment this majestic righteousness appeared, all the sun essence qi in the entire Jinyang City quickly gathered towards this majestic righteousness, and the entire heaven and earth dimmed a lot.

"Boom!"

There was an earth-shattering explosion, and Haoran Righteousness and True Yuan Sharp Arrows met in the void, and the terrifying aftermath caused the void to collapse one after another.

Fortunately, the confrontation between the two is in the void, otherwise the entire Jinyang City would not know what it would be destroyed into!

"You are actually a Sixfold Thunder Tribulation Realm, no wonder you dare to be so presumptuous!" Huang Zhong said coldly with a solemn face.

Listening to Huang Zhong's words, the martial artists of the entire Jinyang City couldn't help but be surprised, you must know that the ghost immortals of the Sixfold Thunder Tribulation Realm are comparable in strength to the powerhouses of the Heavenly Phenomena Realm.

Huo Qingtong in the Prefecture Pastoral Mansion had an ugly face, she knew this danger, although Huang Zhong was a powerhouse in the Celestial Realm, but after all, it had only been long since he broke through to the Celestial Realm.

And the three Thunder Tribulation Realm ghost immortals from Confucianism must all be carrying heavy treasures, especially the middle-aged Confucian, whose cultivation has reached the six-fold Thunder Tribulation Realm, plus the heavy treasures, Huang Zhong is definitely not an opponent.

"You alone can't stop us, let Xiao Yun come out! As long as he obediently abolishes the Hundred Schools of Thought and swears not to use the Hundred Schools again, we will leave!" the middle-aged Confucian said in a deep voice.