Jian Fengyun looked at the team of Tianyang Divine Guards at the peak of the True Spirit Realm in front of him, and a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. It seemed that there was no one who handed over the "Blood Tianyan Jue" to Han Dongyang.

"You guys go in and report it, just say that Mr. Yun is back!" Wang Chuyuan immediately dismounted and walked forward.

"This..." Tianyang Shenwei paused and hesitated.

"No need to report, it's here!" Jian Fengyun looked faintly into the air.

A blood light flashed, and the next moment, a middle-aged man in a dragon robe appeared at the entrance of the city gate.

When Han Dongyang saw the boy on the carriage, he couldn't help but feel excited. He strode forward to greet him and said, "Mr. Yun, you are actually back. It's so great!"

Seeing the middle-aged man in the dragon robe, the team of Tianyang Shenwei around him was shocked and quickly knelt down on one knee and said respectfully in unison.

"See the Prince!"

"Get out quickly and let Mr. Yun's car come over!" Han Dongyang waved his hand to retreat, and then walked forward with joy on his face.

Jian Fengyun looked at it and said lightly: "Well, please come out to greet the prince in person!"

"What did Mr. Yun say? If it weren't for you, I might have been lying in the soil now. Don't be so polite!" Han Dongyang sat on the carriage without any hesitation and said happily.

"Well, what's wrong with the Jian family?" Jian Fengyun responded lightly and asked immediately.

When Han Dongyang heard this, his expression suddenly calmed down. He looked at Jian Fengyun and said, "Everything in the Jian family is fine. Bei'an City was taken down by Jian Qingmu. There is a shadow of the Holy Soul Sword Sect behind Jian Qingmu, so...!"

"Sword Qingmu! Holy Soul Sword Sect!" Jian Fengyun's eyes narrowed, and his face suddenly became cold.

"I..." Han Dongyang couldn't help but explain when he saw Jian Fengyun's face change.

"I have killed all the people in Bei'an City!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

The moment the words fell, Han Dongyang's heart trembled. Jian Fengyun was able to come from Bei'an City. He had roughly guessed that Jian Fengyun was defeated by the people in Bei'an City, but he did not expect that all the strong men in Bei'an City were killed!

Han Dongyang swallowed his saliva and asked incredible face: "Mr. Yun, the five thousand city guards, and all the Qingyun Five Swords were dead?"

"The five spirit kings are not dead yet!" Jian Fengyun said.

Hearing this, Han Dongyang breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved. After all, Jian Fengyun is so young and has only the strength of the Lingfu realm, it is impossible for the five spirit kings to think of it. It seems that Qingyun’s Five Swords are not in Bei'an City. Although the five thousand city guards are strong, Jian Fengyun has three warriors in the True Spirit Realm, and two ground-level monsters are more likely to kill them.

Well, it must be so!

Han Dongyang found an explanation for Jian Fengyun and the others in his heart.

"I have only nullified my cultivation level for those five spirit kings. I shouldn't die yet. Jian Zhi was nailed to the carriage. You can send someone to lock them all together later!" Jian Fengyun said lightly.

Han Dongyang's mind was instantly blank. He had his cultivation level been abolished? He had his cultivation level been abolished and he did not kill him. This does not mean that Jian Fengyun's strength is enough to kill the Spirit King, but he just won't kill him, keep them!

How is this possible?

One spiritual realm has three true spiritual realms, killing five thousand city guards, and abolishing five spirit kings!

Although it is impossible, Jian Zhi was nailed to the carriage, and his blood almost dried up. The carriage was full of blood. The facts were just in front of him. If you don’t believe it, you have to believe it!

Looking at the tire wheels dyed red, Han Dongyang's heart was subverted.

"Okay, OK!" Han Dongyang responded, his eyes full of incredible.

Behind the carriage, the Tianyang Divine Guards watched the carriage drive into the city, and were shocked. This was the first time in several months that they had seen the prince so happy.

"Who is the young man in white in the car? How come the prince is so happy!" a soldier asked in confusion.

"Yes, look at the carriage. The smell of blood is so strong. There seems to be someone nailing behind it. How could the prince make friends with such a murderous person?" Another soldier guard saw clearly the back of the carriage and said in confusion.

"Then, isn't the person nailed on that car Jian Zhi?" a soldier said in horror.

"What? Jian Zhi, the son of the prime minister of the dynasty," a few soldiers on the side were shocked at the same time.

"Nail Jian Zhi on the carriage, Mr. Yun, Mr. Yun... Could this person be Jian Fengyun?" A relatively old soldier on the side lit up in surprise eyes.

"Jian Fengyun?" Several soldiers on the side were stunned at the same time.

"You have just been transferred from the County Prince City, you may not be familiar with it. He is the sword Fengyun who uses the strength of the Lingfu realm to kill the Blood Killing Tower, Danyuan Sect, Wang Family... countless powerful people!" The elderly soldier said excitedly.

"What, he is the sword Fengyun who can kill several spiritual kings with his strength in the Lingfu realm!" At this moment, the other soldiers were shocked.

In addition to being shocked, their backs couldn't help but feel a little cold. Unexpectedly, they just stopped the car of such a person.

"The carriage smells so bloody. The prince seemed to be sitting on it. I don't know whose carriage is so majestic!"

"Yes, behind this carriage is Jian Zhi, the son of the Prime Minister of the dynasty, and I don't know whose car it is, I'm really fearless!"

Watching the carriage driving in the street, warriors around came out to discuss.

Dada, dada...

The carriage was approaching from a distance, and the warriors around finally saw the face of the boy beside the prince of Dongyang.

"It's Jian Fengyun."

"Is it Jian Fengyun?"

"It's really Jian Fengyun!"

The warriors around him had the first feeling, but were surprised, and finally they were shocked. Looking at the figure in white clothes on the carriage, how could they forget?

Half a year ago, the genius boy in Bei'an City was the magnificent and arrogant boy in Bei'an City; the boy in white who was alone in fighting against the powerful Danyuan Sect without fear; the boy in white who was facing the siege of the eight tribes; the boy in white who was invincible...

The boy's face has been engraved in their hearts since then, and it will be difficult to erase for a lifetime.

"Brush" Hundreds of disciples of the Sword Family rushed out of the streets, carrying long swords, and were full of momentum.

"The third generation of young disciple of the Jian family, Xi - Jian Qiuping, will lead the third generation of disciples of the Jian family to welcome the Hui tribe!"

Jian Qiuping bowed slightly, and hundreds of young disciples behind him said in unison.

Jian Yuntian and the three elders also appeared and walked towards him with excitement.

"The people from the Jian family appeared, it was Jian Fengyun!" The warriors around looked up at the boy in white on the carriage, and a look of admiration appeared in their eyes.

As time goes by, the Jian family has become the first family in Beiman City after so long exhibitions. The Jian family has become a powerful force in the hearts of the people in Beiman City.

"The three elders of the Wang family, take the disciples of the Wang family to welcome the young clan leader and the young city lord back to the city!" Teams of Wang family children appeared on the street next to them.

When Wang Chuyuan saw the slightly old figure in the crowd, his body couldn't help but tremble inexplicably.

Jian Fengyun slowly walked down from the carriage...

(End of this chapter)...
Chapter completed!