(Anti-theft chapter, replaced at 9:30 in the morning)

Chen Zichu and Song Qian arranged the affairs in the car together, jumped out of the carriage first and looked at the closed door.

The next moment, the door creaked open, and Chen Zichu took a step back and stared at the girl standing next to Ji Jiashu.

"Princess of Former Qin! I am the one sent by your husband to save you!"

In the early morning air, his rash words sounded in his ears when he first met. Chen Zichu looked at the girl standing in the morning light, and her chest was filled with complex emotions.

At that time, she was still a cultivator who was only in the ninth level of the Divine Dance Realm and was evasively dodging.

But at this time, the one who walked out of the gate of Shi'anyuan was no longer the princess who was disliked by the Nanchu people at that time.

From this day on, she has become a high-level practitioner that has to be recognized in the world of cultivation.

"It is impossible for ordinary people to become practitioners!"

"I can't do anything!"

Gui Chen stood behind Ying Baoyue and quietly stared at the girl surrounded by everyone.

He still remembered his desperate cry.

I still remember the pair of hands holding him on the cliff.

That day, he carried a man back from the mountain, and from then on, his story changed.

But he didn't expect that she would take him so far.

"Gui Chen?" Ying Baoyue turned around and looked at his iron guard, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Gui Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed her shoulder, "Go."

To turn the world of practice upside down, let everyone remember her name and the lord he swore to loyalty.

Ying Baoyue stepped out of the threshold, and in the morning light, she raised her head slightly.

Her face was no longer as tired as she had just broken through the realm, and her eyes were as clear as stars, reminding Ji Jiashu of the star shadow floating bridge he saw last night.

He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to the people around him.

In his memory, this was the first time he sent someone else to a battle.

"Let's go," he smiled slightly.

The horn has been blown.

The final battle was the middle-level ceremony of the Eastern Wu in the seventh year of the Warring States Period.

Finally arrived.

...

...

Outside Ruyang City, behind Hanshan, there were crowds of people.

Mo Hua held Meng Shi's hand and watched as the formation master, which was twice as many as yesterday, was nervously constructing the formation.

"It's just one night, I don't know where the Eastern Wu Master found so many formation divisions," Mo Hua said softly.

"All the formation masters in the Eastern Wu Yu Prayer Province who are good at formations should have come on," a voice sounded slightly lowered beside him. Mo Hua lowered his head slightly and looked at Tuoba Xun on the wheelchair that Helan Cheng was pushing.

"What are you doing so surprised?" Feeling Mo Hua's changing breath, Tuoba Xun's mouth bent slightly under the white silk, "We just met it a few hours ago, have we?"

"What is the elder brother of Beihan Pavilion saying, the villain doesn't understand," Mo Hua looked away and spoke lightly.

Don't want to admit it?

Tuoba Xun felt the breath of Meng Shi who had been silent beside him, and sighed slightly in his heart.

The Northern Wei stepson's will was incredibly firm and came just to win.

Mo Hua had no intention of entangling with this Beihan Pavilion disciple who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. He reached out to cover Meng Shi's pulse door and asked, "How is your injury? Do you want to find a fire wizard to lose some true energy?" Chen Zichu and Song Qian arranged the affairs in the car together, jumped out of the carriage first, and looked at the closed door.

The next moment, the door creaked open, and Chen Zichu took a step back and stared at the girl standing next to Ji Jiashu.

"Princess of Former Qin! I am the one sent by your husband to save you!"

In the early morning air, his rash words sounded in his ears when he first met. Chen Zichu looked at the girl standing in the morning light, and her chest was filled with complex emotions.

At that time, she was still a cultivator who was only in the ninth level of the Divine Dance Realm and was evasively dodging.

But at this time, the one who walked out of the gate of Shi'anyuan was no longer the princess who was disliked by the Nanchu people at that time.

From this day on, she has become a high-level practitioner that has to be recognized in the world of cultivation.

"It is impossible for ordinary people to become practitioners!"

"I can't do anything!"

Gui Chen stood behind Ying Baoyue and quietly stared at the girl surrounded by everyone.

He still remembered his desperate cry.

I still remember the pair of hands holding him on the cliff.

That day, he carried a man back from the mountain, and from then on, his story changed.

But he didn't expect that she would take him so far.

"Gui Chen?" Ying Baoyue turned around and looked at his iron guard, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Gui Chen smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently pushed her shoulder, "Go."

To turn the world of practice upside down, let everyone remember her name and the lord he swore to loyalty.

Ying Baoyue stepped out of the threshold, and in the morning light, she raised her head slightly.

Her face was no longer as tired as she had just broken through the realm, and her eyes were as clear as stars, reminding Ji Jiashu of the star shadow floating bridge he saw last night.

He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to the people around him.

In his memory, this was the first time he sent someone else to a battle.

"Let's go," he smiled slightly.

The horn has been blown.

The final battle was the middle-level ceremony of the Eastern Wu in the seventh year of the Warring States Period.

Finally arrived.

...

...

Outside Ruyang City, behind Hanshan, there were crowds of people.

Mo Hua held Meng Shi's hand and watched as the formation master, which was twice as many as yesterday, was nervously constructing the formation.

"It's just one night, I don't know where the Eastern Wu Master found so many formation divisions," Mo Hua said softly.

"All the formation masters in the Eastern Wu Yu Prayer Province who are good at formations should have come on," a voice sounded slightly lowered beside him. Mo Hua lowered his head slightly and looked at Tuoba Xun on the wheelchair that Helan Cheng was pushing.

"What are you doing so surprised?" Feeling Mo Hua's changing breath, Tuoba Xun's mouth bent slightly under the white silk, "We just met it a few hours ago, have we?"

"What is the elder brother of Beihan Pavilion saying, the villain doesn't understand," Mo Hua looked away and spoke lightly.

Don't want to admit it?

Tuoba Xun felt the breath of Meng Shi who had been silent beside him, and sighed slightly in his heart.

The Northern Wei stepson's will was incredibly firm and came just to win.

Mo Hua had no intention of entangling with this Beihan Pavilion disciple who didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend. He reached out to cover Meng Shi's pulse and asked, "How is your injury? Do you want to find a fire wizard to lose some true energy?"

"No need," Meng Shi stretched out his five fingers, "Thanks to your pills last night, they have all recovered."

"Pill? What kind of pill?"

Tuoba Xun felt the breath of his stepson beside him and found that Meng Shi was not lying. Meng Shi's aura had indeed completely recovered, and it was even more full and sharp. Thinking of a previous rumor, Tuoba Xun tightened the handle of the wheelchair slightly and spoke in shock.

"Is it the Rejuvenation Pill?"

The Fuyuan Pill is similar to the Breaking Realm Pill. Both are precious elixirs produced by Beihan Pavilion. However, unlike the Breaking Realm Pill, the Huayuan Pill is a serious medicine pill that can help practitioners quickly repair their meridians and restore true energy. However, such miraculous elixirs are naturally not easy to refine. Only his master Xu Canghai can refine them in Quanbei Han Pavilion, and they require an extremely large number of rare and precious medicinal materials. His master has only refined five in the past ten years, three of which were presented to the royal family, and two were bought at a high price.
Chapter completed!