The small bridge and flowing water, the description of this scene, Zhao Jingcheng understands. But he didn't understand what Yanyu Jiangnan was.

It's easy to understand the smoke and rain, but what does Jiangnan mean? Is it a place called Jiangnan, or is it the south side of a river?

He searched his brain, trying to find something useful for these two words from his memory, so as to ease the atmosphere of meeting Fang Ling.

It's a pity that his rich experience can't help him at all.

"Xiaoyao Zhenjun sat down Zhao Jingcheng and was ordered to meet Wuyue Zhenjun!" Zhao Jingcheng had to retract his thoughts when Fang Ling's gaze looked at him, and instead saluted Fang Ling respectfully.

Fang Ling nodded at Zhao Jingcheng and said lightly, "Since you came on order, is there anything wrong?"

"Zhenjun, my family has a letter from Zhenjun, let me send it to Zhenjun. As Zhao Jingcheng spoke, he respectfully raised the letter in his hand.

As soon as Fang Ling beckoned, the golden cloth fell on Fang Ling's hand. He gently opened the cloth, and a golden light rushed up from the cloth.

In an instant, Fang Ling felt an incomparably sharp force, as if it could cut through all things, rushing straight towards his mind.

This power makes people's hearts sway, if they rush towards the ordinary Infant Ancestor, they will definitely be able to destroy the Infant Ancestor's mind in an instant.

The incomparably powerful impact, the domineering incomparably entered Fang Ling's mind.

"Release people!" The voice is like a god, looking down on heaven and earth, and looking down on all beings. The rise and fall of all things in heaven and earth is better than in his words.

And whether it was Zhao Jingcheng or Yin Qingjun who was sitting on the side to clean up the piano, they all saw two big characters in the void at this time!

"Let go!"

These two words rose three thousand feet. These two words shine directly on nine thousand miles!

See these two words. Zhao Jingcheng's heart began to be a little worried, but then. This worry becomes a kind of refreshment, a kind of refreshing comfort.

His master, Xiaoyao Zhenjun, is really as powerful as he thought, although he is respectful to the other party on the surface, as if he doesn't dare to cross it at all, but in his heart, he also holds a breath.

A breath of resentment, a breath of anger, a breath of murder!

It's just these gases. He didn't dare to show it, and now for him, being able to save his son was the right way.

But his master not only wanted to save his son, but also slapped that Wuyue Zhenjun's face to the ground.

No, not only to stomp on the ground, but also to step on the ground that everyone in the world knows. Although Zhao Jingcheng felt that doing this was a bit too domineering. But he also admitted in his heart that only by doing this can he be angry.

The host deserves to be the host!

Yin Qingjun on the side looked at Fang Ling worriedly, she knew the name of Xiaoyao Zhenjun. And the big golden characters that rushed straight to 3,000 zhang exuded a majesty that made her tremble.

Many people who paid attention to the movements of the Yin Mansion also saw these two big characters. With the Yin family as the center, the creatures within a radius of 500 miles. At the moment when these two words appeared, most of them knelt directly on the ground.

This kind of kneeling. It is a kneeling of surrender, a kneeling of reverence, a kneeling of having to kneel.

The only ones who can stand are monks above the golden pill, or monks who are beside the ancestor and are protected by the ancestor.

Without Jin Dan cultivation, without the protection of the Yuan Infant Ancestor, there is only kneeling on the ground.

This is the helplessness of mortals, this is the majesty of monks!

However, not all mortals knelt on the ground, just when the golden character went straight to three thousand miles, only four or five miles away from the golden character, the old man of the Yin family stood firmly in the middle of a courtyard.

Next to him, there was no ancestor of the ancestors, only an old servant, an old servant who even his eldest son could not remember how many years he had served by his side.

"The Heavenly Ascension Dragon Dao is indeed worthy of being the most powerful method, the third young man of the Yan family, it seems that there is only one step left from the passage to the sky. ”

The old servant laughed and said, "But the old slave heard that the ninth young man of the Yan family is more talented. ”

"And the method he cultivates doesn't seem to be inferior to the Heavenly Ascension Dragon Dao. ”

The ancestor of the Yin family nodded lightly, and then said: "Their affairs, it's not our turn to worry about them, we just need to manage the business domain well." ”

"Master, what you said is extremely true, right and wrong, and has nothing to do with us. As the old servant spoke, he shook his head lightly and said, "It's just that the third young man of the Yan family slapped his face a little hard!"

"Do you think Fang Ling will release that Zhao Jun?" asked the Yin Family Ancestor with a sneer in his words.

The old servant said with a hint of firmness: "Although Fang Ling has a mysterious origin, and he is also a true monarch-level figure, just with Yan Sanshao's momentum, he should understand that he is not Yan Sanshao's opponent. ”

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, how dare he not let go?"

The same idea as this old servant is also Sanyang Ancestor, although Sanyang Ancestor has been in Yin Mansion for a month, he has not exposed himself, but he is just carefully hiding in an ordinary bungalow.

At this moment, he looked at the golden characters that rose to the sky for three thousand zhang, and a trace of emotion rose in his heart.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall!

This time, Fang Ling hung up that Zhao Jun, and gave him ten days to say that the stubborn stone nodded, which was already a sensational thing. But in the eyes of Sanyang Ancestor, he raised his face high.

And the higher it is, the more ruthless the slap that the free true monarch falls. When Sanyang Zhenjun was serving Xuanyang Zhenjun back then, he had heard Xuanyang Zhenjun evaluate the world's figures.

According to the words of Xuanyang Zhenjun, this Xiaoyao Zhenjun must not be offended, even with the strength of Xuanhuomen, as long as it is not related to the life and death of Xuanhuomen, Xuanyang Zhenjun demands, I would rather suffer a loss, but also let Xiaoyao Zhenjun.

And Xuanyang True Monarch's request, Tianhuo True Monarch fully agreed, and even Tianhuo True Monarch's words were even more severe.

Fang Ling, the true monarch of Wuyue, should not dare to offend the true monarch of Xiaoyao, even if he becomes a laughing stock, he will let that Zhao Jun out.

It seems that he will have a good contact with Zhao Jingcheng in the future, although this person's character is average, but he has such a master, character or something, in fact, it is not very important!

Bingyuan Zhenren and Qingzhu Gong were on a high-rise building thousands of feet away from Sanyang Ancestor at this time.

The two of them were just drinking and chatting here, but they didn't expect to encounter such a thing now, with the cultivation of the two people's ancestors, the surging golden light naturally would not have any big impact on the two of them.

But sitting on the entire high-rise building and looking down, there are a large number of people who have fallen to their knees.

"Brother Bingyuan, do you think that Wuyue Zhenjun will release people?" Qingzhu Gong picked up a glass of wine and said quietly.

Bingyuan Zhenren smiled and said, "Judging from our experience in dealing with Wuyue Zhenjun, Wuyue Zhenjun is a proud person. ”

"I don't think the possibility of releasing people should be very large. ”

Qingzhu Gong smiled and said: "Brother Bingyuan Dao, you are wrong, in my opinion, this time, Wuyue Zhenjun will definitely release people." ”

"Although Wuyue Zhenjun is a proud person, but he has encountered a more proud, and more powerful Xiaoyao Zhenjun, can he not let go?"

"The golden characters reflect three thousand zhang, this is not only a demonstration of the true monarch of Wuyue, but also a demonstration of strength. ”

Qingzhu Gong said this, and said faintly: "Although the nine true monarchs are tied, in fact, among the true monarchs, there should be strong and weak. ”

"The weak face the strong, there is no second choice but to surrender. ”

Bingyuan Zhenren's face froze, and he wanted to speak, but in the end, he swallowed what he was about to say into his stomach.

Although he didn't say it in his mouth, in fact, in his heart, he already agreed with Qingzhu Gong's opinion.

Although this Wuyue True Monarch is strong, there is no doubt that he is a little worse than the Xiaoyao True Monarch.

But just as he was groaning, he saw a sword light suddenly rise from the void, a sword light as fast as a shock.

The sword light was like electricity, cutting through the sky, not only directly cutting the golden word that rose three thousand zhang into powder, but the cyan sword light flashed rapidly in the void, turning into a big word.

"Get out!"

There is only one rolling word, shining brightly in the void, although this rolling word is not big, but the surging sword intent makes everyone who sees it feel a chill in their hearts.

This kind of chill makes most people dare not look directly at the rolling word. A Jindan real person even looked at the rolling word twice, and directly spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

Even the Sanyang Ancestor, who had been watching from afar, felt his heart churning for a while. Although this kind of somersault didn't hurt him, it also made him retract his gaze from watching the rolling words.

However, compared to the sword intent, he thought of another thing, Wuyue Zhenjun had already torn his face with Xiaoyao Zhenjun at this time, and he said get out, naturally it was Xiaoyao Zhenjun. The person who wants to roll is also a free true monarch.

Directly open his mouth and let Xiaoyao Zhenjun go, this Wuyue Zhenjun's temper is really unusual! But in addition to being happy, he is a little envious, although his Sanyang Ancestor is also only a little lower than the true monarch of the half-step power, but when it comes to doing things, he suffers from gains and losses, and is afraid of his hands and feet, where is the coolness of this Wuyue Zhenjun?

There are schadenfreude, there is admiration for Wuyue Zhenjun, there are preparations to watch the play, and all kinds of ideas have appeared in the hearts of many monks in the entire business domain at this time.

But Zhao Jingcheng's heart was a little dim at this time, Fang Ling's rolling word sent all the joy and joy in his heart just now into hell.

A rolling word, even more clearly told him that it was impossible to take his son away now.

What he can do now is to hope that Xiaoyao Zhenjun will come over soon and use strong means to save his son. (To be continued......)

ps: Today is still two shifts, the first shift has arrived, please forgive the brothers. R1292