Wang Changchun, who retreated to Jiang Ming's side, wanted to step forward, but the foot that stepped out was hanging in the air and did not fall, and the person retreated, staring at Pang Yuan without saying a word.

Jiang Ming glanced at the expressionless tall man, and Pang Yuan shouted, "Flying sword!"

In an instant, thousands of green swords flew up to the city tower, and the sword qi was spitting violently, like thousands of troops and horses arranging troops, killing Cui Huan in a mighty manner.

Each sword is refined from wind wood, and when it is activated, the sword speed is extremely fast, and it only takes three breaths to take a person's life within a few tens of zhang.

The magic cultivation of the imperial envoy's flying sword is all under the inner city, and the flying sword wrapped around the divine sense is their eyes, which can clearly perceive Cui Huan's position.

Jian Yu approached sharply in Cui Huan's eyes, he smiled slightly, and lightly spit out two words, "Come on." ”

Before the words fell, thousands of witches who had been ambushed rushed out from the rear of the high ground, and the colorful golden pills lifted them up to the sky, and at the same time burst out a strange true element, and the flying sword that burst out suddenly shook chaotically, and it was actually a "buzz", and it shot back with a loud roar.

Thousands of flying swords converged in one place, forming a huge sword salvo towards the majestic Jiang Ming.

These witches have actually learned to cultivate, and the methods they use are similar to the "Dan Yuan Gong" that Liu Wencheng once mentioned.

Sure enough, as Ah Wu said, they violated the ancestral teachings and cultivated the "Dan Yuan Gong", which only every patriarch is qualified to cultivate.

Wang Changchun stepped forward with a solemn expression and blocked Jiang Ming's body, but his body suddenly stiffened, and he felt that he was locked by an invisible qi machine, not from the flying sword, but from the right side of his body.

Instinctively turning his head, Pang Yuanzheng was looking at him with burning eyes, which gave him a feeling of being targeted by the beasts in the forest, and he had become the prey.

"Your Majesty......" Wang Changchun turned around, crying with a sad face.

"Wipe away your tears!" Jiang Ming said angrily: "If you have nothing to do, you love to cry and cry, when you are young, you are still like this when you are old, you lose your face!"

"I said I wanted to leave, but Your Majesty wanted to stay, what should I do?" the prince with gray temples cried loudly.

Jiang Ming shook his head for a while, and suddenly turned his eyes to stare at Pang Yuan, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened slightly.

Pang Yuan's eyebrows slowly raised, and a layer of ripples appeared in his eyes, which was almost condensed into a substantial killing intent.

Jiang Ming's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, a smile appeared on his face, and an incomparably sharp sword light came from outside the sky, Huo Ran passed through the sword bush, and the thousands of flying swords that shot out suddenly froze in the air.

A circular ball of light slowly expanded in the center of the sword cluster, and finally bloomed with brilliant light, countless flying sword fragments raged with surging energy, and the true spirit law body that was half-immersed in the tank flashed in front of Wang Changchun's body, and the fragments hit him, resounding with a dense sound of falling water, and all the flying sword fragments were melted into liquid by venom.

Pang Yuan seemed to see a ghost, and he took a few steps back in horror, and he guessed the identity of the person who came.

didn't wait too long, a handsome man in a white robe walked slowly from the air, his face was so beautiful that even the most beautiful woman in the world, Liu Qingqing, was a few points inferior.

"Rong Cuilan!" Liu Wencheng couldn't help but snort.

Gu Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, and said with a tangled expression: "Are these people so random in their names?"

Liu Wencheng said: "I heard that when Mr. Rong was born, he was mistaken for a girl by his parents, so he gave him the name Cuilan. ”

Dayan has two academies, most of the students who come out of Qingxi Academy are officials in the court, or go to various places to teach knowledge, there are tens of thousands of schools in the Dayan Dynasty, almost all of which are the credit of Qingxi Academy.

As for Lanxiang Academy, it is a bit strange that the students who came out of this academy are all over the world, especially businessmen, carving and burning porcelain, mining and smelting iron, planting and tailoring, all of which are the professions that Qingxi Academy is ashamed of.

But it is precisely because of the existence of Lanxiang Academy that the lives of the people are more colorful.

And Rong Cuilan, the next dean of Lanxiang Academy, has never shown his realm in front of people, but it is said that his cultivation has reached the stage of detachment.

This person has always been detached from things, how can such a person who is so indifferent to fame and fortune walk with the most powerful person in the world?

......

"Mr. Rong. Pang Yuan glanced at Cui Huan intentionally or unintentionally, his killing intent was gone, his face became extremely peaceful, and he saluted Rong Cuilan.

Rong Cuilan smiled slightly and returned the salute.

The tense atmosphere dissipated instantly, and Cui Huan, who saw that the opportunity was wrong, had already led the thousands of witches under his command to turn around and flee, and Rong Cuilan had no intention of chasing, so she let them flee away.

Jiang Ming's hand hanging on the side of his leg tapped slowly, as if he was thinking about something, and he was a little undecided.

There was silence on the city tower, only the flag was hunting, Pang Yuan held his breath, the muscles of his whole body couldn't help but tense, after a long time, there were even a few muscles spasms, his heart was slowly sinking, and the idea of rebellion in the eyes of the world came out of his heart again.

Jiang Ming suddenly smiled, diluting Pang Yuan's killing intent that was about to be born again, and His Majesty the Emperor of the aging Dragon Bell took a few steps forward, looked at the few people who had become small black dots under the city, and shouted, "Come into the city." ”

Then, he lay on the city wall again, and said to Chu Jiang, who was still in the city cave: "Come up, don't feel ashamed, although you are really ashamed." ”

Chu Jiang returned to the city tower in a gloomy manner, and argued: "I don't feel ashamed, it's to recover from my injuries......"

"Normal, normal. Jiang Ming patted Chu Jiang's arm and said, "I lost the fight with the imperial brother when I was young, and I said the same. ”

Gu Yuan and the others all entered the gate through the wide open city gate, Jiang Ming smiled and said, "Go down and see my nephew." ”

Zhang Lili also returned to the city tower, he did not ask Rong Cuilan for letting Cui Huan and the others rejuvenate the teacher, after Rong Cuilan casually waved out a staircase made of clouds and mist, he followed the purple red dragon robe supported by Wang Changchun and slowly walked down the city.

Pang Yuan waited at the end, walked side by side with Rong Cuilan, and couldn't help asking, "Why did Mr. Rong come to Southern Xinjiang?"

This question was a bit mindless, and Rong Cuilan replied literally, saying, "Invited by Your Majesty." ”

Pang Yuan choked, lowered his voice and said, "You should know that what I want to say is not what I mean. ”

Rong Cuilan looked up to the sky and said, "To me, that's what it means." ”

Pang Yuan secretly gritted his teeth, looked at Rong Cuilan's perfect side face and said, "Then I'll make it clear why you are ...... when you are transcendent."

Rong Cuilan interrupted with a smile, as if asking and answering, and said: "Learn to become a martial artist, and the goods are with the emperor's family?"

Pang Yuan said in a deep voice: "You are obviously not such a person!"

Rong Cuilan muttered to herself, "Boy, why don't you learn poetry?"

Poetry can be exciting, can be observed, can be grouped, can be complained, the father of the far-reaching things, and the king of the distant things. ”

"You scholars are really fucking knowledgeable, have something to say, hit your mother's edge?" Pang Yuan wanted to say this, but he didn't dare, the only thing he dared to do was to say in a rough voice: "I don't understand." ”

Rong Cuilan smiled faintly and floated out a few feet.