On the beast cart where the clouds fall.

Chang Yunluo was looking at the picture that fed back into his mind with great interest.

At this time, what he saw was not a three-dimensional, detailed, all-round picture, but a two-dimensional flat picture, on which blood-red dots and green dots were constantly flickering.

"These little green dots are closer to me and should be teammates. Chang Yunluo looked at these small green dots around him with interest, almost piled up, and said with a smile.

Looking far away, in the distance of this green dot, the red light cluster formed by the accumulation of blood-red dots was also very obvious, so Chang Yunluo noticed it at once, "Green represents teammates, so these blood-red dots are enemies, there are quite a lot of people!"

Looking at the dense red dots on the picture, Chang Yunluo was a little puzzled, it was a little abnormal that there were many of these robbers, if there were so many people who fell into the grass, then this empire would almost be yellow, especially in these red light clusters, Chang Yunluo also saw a few extremely dazzling points of light, which were the signs of the ninth-level warriors, and they were even more sure that these robbers were abnormal.

"It's kind of interesting. Chang Yunluo touched his chin and thought, "This is the rhythm of something going to happen." ”

After observing for a while, Chang Yunluo withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and there might be a big battle later, and it was the right thing to do to deal with it at peak status.

In the imperial capital.

Recently, the atmosphere of the Xing family is a little wrong, because of the little master of the Xing family, the ancestor in the clan has been angry several times, and the servants who have been executed are countless, so that every time he goes to see the servant of the ancestor, he is frightened, and everything is done carefully, otherwise if he is not careful, his life will be lost.

Xing Li was very happy today because he had his own name, which was given to him by his ancestors. You must know that as an orphan adopted by the Xing family, they are all named after code names, such as Xing Er, Xing Thirteen and the like, and when you have a name, it means that the Xing family recognizes you and recognizes you as a member of the Xing family.

"Xing Li, go and help me get pen and ink. Xing Potian looked at this servant who was somewhat similar to his dead grandson, and a trace of grief flashed in his eyes.

"Fa'er, I'm sorry for you..."

"Ancestor, you want pen and ink. Xing Li put his pen and ink on the case in front of Xing Potian and said softly.

"Okay, you go down. Xing Potian came back to his senses, waved his hand, took the brush on the side, and said while writing on the shiny animal skin.

"Yes, Ancestor. Xing Li bowed slightly, turned his head and left, but at the moment of leaving, he glanced at the top of the animal skin and saw a large script written on it.

"Kill!"

"Kill?" Xing Li secretly wondered, "Do you want to kill the person who killed the little young master?"

Shaking his head, he shook off the distracting thoughts in his mind, for a servant of the Xing family, these questions were not something he had to think about.

When Xing Li walked out of the door, a black shadow slowly gathered around Xing Potian, forming a figure, taking the animal skin in Xing Potian's hand, and after saluting respectfully, he disappeared into the room in an instant.

"It's our Xing family's vote. As the black shadow disappeared, Xing Potian's muttered words slowly sounded in the empty room.

The imperial capital, in the main hall of the royal palace.

A young man in a silver robe leaned back on a gold silk wooden chair and pretended to sleep, and on his knife-like face, a trace of coldness could not help but emanate, making people feel an inexplicable sense of majesty and awe.

"Prince, everything is arranged, she can't get to the imperial capital. A man in silver armor stepped in and came to the young man, kneeling on one knee with a look of fanaticism.

"Oh, good, thank you, Junxin. Dong Xueling opened his eyes, a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth, and in an instant, the coldness on his face turned into a gentle spring breeze, making Jun Xin, who was wearing silver armor, feel extremely comfortable.

"Fighting for the king is the glory of the ministers!" said Jun Xin in a loud voice.

"Go down, everything will be clear soon. Dong Xueling closed his eyes again and said lightly.

"Yes. Jun Xin stood up, saluted respectfully, and then turned his head and left.

After Jun Xin left, the entire palace hall suddenly fell silent, and in the center of the main hall, Dong Xueling's eyes opened again, but this time, there was no longer that gentle feeling in his eyes, only full of killing intent!

on the road to the imperial capital.

The sky gradually darkened, and Mo Yutian's convoy also stopped, ready to take a break.

Chang Yunluo, who was sitting in the beast cart, also opened his eyes at this time, and scanned his body with spiritual thoughts, after cultivating for a day, the blood and qi in his body did not increase at all, and it seemed that he had reached a bottleneck.

Cultivating to the ninth level, whether it is a warrior or a sorcerer, it is not simply a matter of absorbing aura, the warrior wants to break the limit of the physical body and break through to the initial realm of the holy body, while the sorcerer wants to perceive the Tao rules, integrate the Tao rules into the body, and form the foundation of the Tao rules, these two methods are not achieved by accumulating aura overnight.

"Looks like we need a little bit of opportunity. Chang Yunluo said with a smile.

"Brother Chang, come out for dinner. At this time, Mo Yutian's greeting came from outside the car.

"Good. Chang Yunluo replied, turned around and walked out of the beast cart room.

"Yo, the uncle is out!" Just as Chang Yunluo stepped out of the beast cart, a yin and yang strange sound sounded on the other side of the beast cart.

Chang Yunluo turned his head and looked, it turned out to be the guard hired by Mo Yutian, a black and strong man.

Ignoring these people who had nothing to do, his attention was now all on the outside world, because when he just got out of the car, he glanced a little with his spiritual thoughts, and suddenly found that a large number of robbers were lying in ambush around, motionless, not at all like a team of robbers composed of homeless people.

"Are you waiting for us to let our guard down?" Chang Yunluo looked at the robbers without any movement, and instantly understood, after eating, ordinary people are the most lax in their spirits, and at this time the sneak attack can achieve the greatest results.

Shaking his head, Chang Yunluo ignored it, if this group of people was not looking for him, he didn't need to pay attention to it, if this group of people wanted to rob him, then don't blame his subordinates for being ruthless.

The strong black man on the side, seeing that Chang Yunluo ignored him, shook his head, which made the anger in his heart suddenly surge, he originally accepted Xing Hui's gold coins, he just wanted to teach this little white face a little lesson, he didn't expect this little white face to be so uninteresting, he dared to ignore him Black Tiger Lord, it seems that he wants to teach a good lesson.

"Hey, what are you shaking your head, didn't you hear your Uncle Black Tiger call you?"

"Are you calling me?" Chang Yunluo pointed to himself, and then said with a smile: "I didn't hear it just now, I'm sorry, I apologize!"

With that, he stretched out his hand as a gesture of friendship.

"Trick me!" Hearing Chang Yunluo say this, the black tiger's eyes widened, and he reached out to slap it, breaking the palm of this little white face.

"Stupid!" Lie Yan on the side saw Chang Yunluo stretching out his hand, and couldn't help but laugh mockingly, can't this kid see that this black strong man wants to teach him a lesson?

"Idiot!" Xing Hui, who was watching the play, flashed a treacherous smile in his eyes, daring to talk to Lie Yan like that, I really don't know how to write death!

"Smack!"

The black tiger's palm and Chang Yunluo's palm were held together in mid-air, and the crisp sound made everyone's expressions change, and the biggest change was the black tiger held by Chang Yunluo.

The expression on his face now was as if he was constipated, and the huge pain coming from his hands made him wonder if his hand bones had been crushed, and then look at the little white face he was holding, his face continued to maintain a polite smile without a trace of change.

"Big Brother Black Tiger, do you see that you accept my apology?" Chang Yunluo smiled slightly and said.

"I, accept!" The black tiger's face suddenly turned red, and the sharp pain in his hand made him understand that he was not the opponent of the person in front of him at all, and if people wanted to kill him, it was simply a matter of one move.

"That's good!" Chang Yunluo nodded and let go of the hand holding the black tiger.

Seeing Chang Yunluo let go of his hand so easily, the black tiger also breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand back, turned around, and shouted loudly to all the guards: "Listen, Brother Chang will be covered by me in the future, don't come to harass him, otherwise, there will be no good fruit for you to eat!"

Black Tiger's words made all the guards stunned, Nima, what is the situation, Black Tiger's temper has changed for the better recently? Is there such a benefit to being polite?

Just as the guard was muttering quietly, Xing Hui on the side also sneaked over, pulled him aside, and asked, "What is your situation, this is your attitude?"

The black tiger didn't speak, pinched the palm that was still in severe pain, took out a bag of gold coins from his robe, threw it to Xing Hui, and then turned around and left without saying a word.

Looking at the gold coin in his hand, Xing Hui was a little stunned, if he wanted to say that the black tiger couldn't beat that little white face, he didn't believe it, but he had inquired in the guard, this black tiger was a seventh-level warrior, and if he wanted a seventh-level warrior not to dare to act rashly for a moment, could it be that the little white face was a ninth-level warrior?

Ninth-level warriors in their twenties, deceiving ghosts? That is, the most outstanding children of the big families of those imperial capitals can reach the ninth-level warriors at this age, how can people who come from a small place be on a par with these big families!

Is it so useful to be polite?

Putting away the gold coin, Xing Hui snorted coldly with an ugly face, if he hadn't been concerned about his image, he would have taught that little white face a lesson, I hope that kid wouldn't hang around Lie Yan recently, otherwise, he wouldn't be sure what he would do.