Qiu Ran stepped forward, holding a spear to the sky, and shouted: "Protect..."

Immediately, the imperial guards gathered on both sides of the motorcade to protect the people in the palace who were traveling with the emperor this time. The emperor's imperial chariot was the elite of the imperial guards. They looked at each other and stood ready, ready to welcome attacks from the enemy at any time and for the emperor.

Your Majesty sacrificed his life.

Zhong Fu waved his hand: "There is no need to be so impatient. Whether the comer dares to come is still unknown. It would be a pity if we can't use this phalanx."

Looking at Zhong Chongfeng who didn't care at all, Qiuran said with a straight face and doubts: "What do you mean..."

Before Qiu Ran finished speaking, Zhong Fu lowered his eyes, waved his hand to interrupt, and said seriously: "That's what you think, it seems that no one will appear inside, just tell the team to continue moving forward!"

"Nothing will happen!"

"Bell worship..."

Qiu Ran's face was sullen, with dissatisfaction on her face, and she shouted impatiently.

In the imperial carriage, Emperor Zheng solemnly ordered: "The strongest practitioner here is Mr. Zhong. Since he said he is not worried, then there is nothing to worry about. He ordered the convoy to continue moving forward. Don't waste time. Look at the sky.

It is also gradually sinking, dark clouds are covering it, and the dark sky is blocking the sun. It is better to arrive early to avoid rain..."

As he spoke, Tian Zizheng's radiant eyes looked through the bead curtain to the distant sky, and he could faintly see darkness rising from under the cliff. This was the precursor of the heavy rain, and also the darkening of the sun. Everything

Everything is changing and everything has become immeasurable.

"Speed ​​up, I won't be killed that easily!"

Qiu Ran was hesitant to speak, and finally sighed and drove forward, arriving in front of the guards of the convoy, holding a long gun, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, his pupils constricted, and his weak eyes scanned the ruins on both sides of the road that had been destroyed to pieces or powder.

The leaves on the tree trunks are fluttering in the breeze.

…

…

The breeze comes slowly.

The water is calm.

The mountains and islands are terrifying.

Thick trees.

There are four types of scenery with their own characteristics. The only one that is far away is the Academy in Yunlaiji. The two palaces have stood here for many years and have been together for a long time. As for the scenery, they are naturally the four major scenery of the Academy.

On top of Nanshan Mountain.

High mountains cannot be easily understood. There are countless rockeries in Nanshan, and the area is not small. The highest peak, which is enough to overlook all the places where the clouds gather, has two figures looking into the wind, looking at the majestic scenery in the distance.

The motorcade was slowly passing through the woods and arriving at the village at the edge of Yunlaiji.

The two figures on the highest peak of Nanshan have their own characteristics in their eyes. Some are as gentle as the vernal equinox blowing on the face, and some are as sharp and sharp as the biting cold of a violent snowstorm. There are smiles of joy and pride, and there are also the helplessness of endless anger after being unlucky.

.

The elegant old man sat casually on the stone. Due to the rain a few days ago, the stone had a touch of moisture, and there were also some traces of snails climbing over it. Looking at it, there was a feeling of spring. The old man raised his head

His hands casually touched the stones, he straightened his long Confucian robe, and looked straight into the distance with a smile.

"Why bother?"

Next to the old man is a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There is nothing strange about his body. Only his eyes exude a different kind of style, including anger, helplessness, luck, and unavailability...

"Only in your mouth can you question why such a big event is necessary."

The old man shook his head: "It's the same sentence, why bother?"

"This is both doubt and thinking!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand, and an ancient sword came out casually, piercing the only ancient tree under the Nanshan Mountain. Then there was a snap sound, and the ancient tree fell to the ground with a neat crack.

The cracks and the rings wrapped around it all indicate the age of this tree.

The old man's skinny eyes were drooped, covering his shining pupils, leaving only a faint sliver of light. He asked in a hoarse voice: "Are you threatening me?"

The sword returned to the middle-aged man's hand. His green shirt moved with the wind as he sheathed the sword. His plain face suddenly gained a hint of chivalry. The swordsman's temperament was so natural that it came out calmly.

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There was provocation in his calm eyes, and his sharp eyebrows were raised: "Did you threaten me first?"

The old man shook his head lightly: "I didn't threaten you..."

The middle-aged man was still strong, half a step forward, walking on the top of Nanshan Mountain, and said in a deep voice: "No one knows my whereabouts, and no one can predict my path south. What he practices is freedom, which is the great freedom. According to

Logically speaking, it is impossible for him to know my location, unless you..."

Hearing the middle-aged man's explanation, the old man was surprised in his eyes, and quickly calmed down: "We can't decide and speculate on Zongsheng's methods. And you think too highly of me. The world is so big, and you think I am the only one who thinks so."

I will reach the realm of Yuanqi, should I be happy or depressed?"

The middle-aged man said indifferently: "I'm not saying that you can reach the realm of Yuanqi. There are such a big empire and countless practitioners. As a priest of the academy, you are well versed in the imperial classics. It's not surprising that you know some Yuanqi methods. What's more, you can also

have……"

The old man raised his eyes slightly and said disdainfully: "So you didn't die in the hands of the sage, so you want to take action against me, just like you did to that younger generation?"

When these words hit my ears, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth slightly curled up, the outline of the arc showing his unruliness and pride, and his tone was refreshing: "You are not worthy..."

After finishing speaking, he recalled with eyes, and added: "You and I both know what kind of person he was back then. After ten years of practice, he has already stood at the pinnacle of destiny. He can also use magical powers and methods above the seventh realm to defeat any force.

It is the most terrifying thing for everyone. What’s more, he is also the marshal of the Northern Army of the Great Qin Empire, which frightens them even more, and some measures are normal."

The old man pursed his lips: "So you used means to block his fate and dug a huge pit for him, killing tens of thousands of troops."

The middle-aged man began to stroll down the Nanshan Mountain slowly: "Methods like Yuanqi's are not meant to be covered. If all the countries work together, they may not be able to do what they want, but they still have to work together internally and externally to complete this task in the Tiansheng Year.

The biggest tragedy!"

The old man's lips were trembling, and he was still speechless. His eyes were filled with confusion. He had guessed this answer many years ago, but because many people were not sure or unwilling to be sure, he now got the accurate answer.

Answering, the panic in his heart made him furious. He wondered who had such courage and ambition to collude with other countries to attack the marshal of the Northern Army.

"Kamizo?"

After saying that, the old man stood up and laughed to himself. Apart from this answer, what else could be the result?

But can there be practitioners of Shen Zang in the world?

The answer is obvious!
Chapter completed!