"Sister Jing Qing, when you fought against Su Huang, was he already so strong?"
A little girl, no more than thirteen years old, asked curiously.
"At that time, although his cultivation had not reached the level it is now, he had already made a mark."
Jing Qing said with a complicated expression.
"I wonder when I will be able to be like him."
Another boy of about the same age looked envious.
"I'm afraid it will be difficult."
Jing Qing secretly thought in her heart, but smiled and encouraged: "As long as you practice hard, you may not be the next Emperor Su. Talents emerge in great numbers across the nine states. New talents are born every day. No one knows whether it will be you tomorrow.
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At this moment, a young man clenched his fists, his eyes filled with deep hatred. He was only ten years old, but his expression and appearance looked extremely mature.
"One day, I will definitely kill Su Han myself and avenge my Xu family!"
The young man gritted his teeth and whispered.
After hearing this, everyone looked at him with various expressions in their eyes.
Jing Qing was startled and glanced at him. He had just joined Qinglong Academy, so she didn't recognize him.
"You have a grudge against Su Han?"
Jing Qing asked with a frown.
"Sister Jing Qing, my name is Xu Shijuesu.
He was once a descendant of the Xu family."
The young man said in a deep voice.
Xu family! Jing Qing finally knew why the young man resented Su Han so much.
Many people in Qinglong Academy fell into the hands of Su Han, even talented people like Nan Wuyue all died in Su Han's hands.
But the most miserable one must be the Xu family.
The relationship between the Xu family and Qinglong Academy is inseparable, but because of a grudge against Su Han, even the head of the Xu family died in his hands.
For a time, the Xu family fell apart, from a wealthy family to a third-rate family today. If it weren't for some elders from the Qinglong Academy who were still protecting them in the past, I'm afraid the Xu family would have been chewed to the bone by their former enemies.
"Juesu Juesu..." Jing Qing shook her head gently. The Xu family really hated Su Han, but if the Xu family continued to have revenge, they would probably face another catastrophe in the future.
However, she had no intention of informing Xu Shijuesu in front of her. He was still young and did not understand the truth.
In addition, the desire for revenge has been instilled in him by his family, and it is difficult for ordinary people to persuade him.
"Okay, let's go practice."
Jing Qing waved her hands.
Everyone reluctantly looked away from the heavenly talismans, stood in a square formation, and began to practice the exercises with shouts and shouts.
Jing Qing occasionally gave them some pointers and corrected some mistakes, but most of his attention was still focused on the post that had been following Su Han in the world.
A face could not help but emerge in her mind. Is Senior Sister Jing, who is from the same clan as her, okay at the moment?
..."Su Han is coming towards us?
what to do?"
"Jue Tianxiong Guan Zhang Zhao only sent one person to fight with him. Let's do the same, otherwise the casualties will be even greater."
"That's all we can do..." "Great! Su Han didn't come to us in a detour, he just went straight to Kyoto!"
"Sir, be silent and don't let the people in the ancestral religion hear it, otherwise..." "Yes, yes, yes, damn Emperor Su, if he dares to come to my place, I will make him look good!"
In one day, Su Han started from Juetian Xiongguan and fought in a straight line all the way to Kyoto. During this period, he killed no less than ten Soul Gathering Martial Lords.
Each one of them is a genius with a life value of more than 40 points. There are some places where there is no Soul Gathering Martial Lord, so Su Han just skips them.
His whereabouts suddenly became a concern for many officials, who were in constant panic every day for fear that Su Han would pass through their jurisdiction.
fine.
In just three days, Su Han arrived outside Kyoto of the Fang Sheng Dynasty. At this moment, officials from all over the country heaved a long sigh of relief.
"It took three days to fight outside Kyoto of the Fang Sheng Dynasty. During this period, none of the Soul Gathering Martial Lords who faced Su Han could even sustain two moves in his hands!"
"His fighting skills are too strong!"
"With such strength, I doubt that a strong man in the Yuanshen realm would not be able to get much benefit from him..." "He has already reached Kyoto, so he should give it up, right?"
If the fight continues, won't we have to fight to the palace?"
"I wouldn't give up if it were me. The Fang Sheng Dynasty wanted to conquer the Soviet Union this time and mobilized millions of tiger and wolf troops to divide into three groups.
If Su Han hadn't dealt with it appropriately, the country of Su would have been destroyed when he had no other skills."
Within Kyoto.
Royal Palace.
Fang Buwei sat upright on the dragon chair without much expression on his face.
Under his left hand, stood the leader of the ancestral religion and the national teacher of the Fang Sheng Dynasty, Nian Yushan.
At this moment, all the officials were looking down at their insteps, not daring to say a word. This time, the Fang Sheng Dynasty had lost all face.
Su Huang alone had an unimpeded fight all the way to the outside of Kyoto, but no one in the Fang Sheng Dynasty could stop Su Han.
"Your Majesty, if he comes in like this again, I'm afraid he will hit the palace."
Nian Yushan's face was gloomy, and murderous intent kept bursting out of his eyes.
Hate it! A mere soul-gathering Martial Lord has put the Fang Sheng Dynasty in such an embarrassing situation. If it weren't for the existence of Ren Wuxue, how could he have allowed a soul-gathering Martial Lord to run wild in the territory of the Fang Sheng Dynasty! In just three short days
Over the course of the day, 70% of the more than twenty Martial Lords who died in Su Han's hands were members of his ancestral religion, and they were all the future of his ancestral religion! "Our Fang Sheng Dynasty spans tens of thousands of miles, with outstanding people and talented people.
Is there no Martial Lord who can stop him?"
Fang Buwei’s indifferent way.
Everyone was silent.
"Father."
Fang Ji, the crown prince of Fang Sheng Dynasty, stood up slowly, cupped his fists and said, "Let me persuade Su Han to retreat."
"How do you plan to persuade him to quit?"
Fang Buwei glanced at him.
"Move it with emotion and understand it with reason."
Fang Ji remained silent for a few breaths and then said.
"Just wait a little longer."
Fang Buwei clenched his fist slightly, then released it, and then closed his eyes after speaking.
Fang Ji saw this and stepped back expressionlessly.
Outside Kyoto.
Su Han walked slowly towards the city gate. The sergeants originally stationed here had already evacuated. However, when Su Han approached the city gate, an old man slowly walked out of the city and stopped in front of Su Han.
"You are not gathering souls, please step back."
Su Han glanced at the old man and said calmly.
The other party exuded an aura of concentration.
"Although this old man is concentrating, he still wants to contribute to the Fang Sheng Dynasty today. Emperor Su, you have fought all the way to Kyoto and you have lost your temper and lost face. Why don't you just retreat?
You must know how to keep a thin line in life so that we can meet each other easily in the future, and don’t do anything too harshly.”
The old man spoke slowly.
"Who are you?"
There was a smile in Su Han's eyes, and the other party spoke with confidence, unlike an ordinary Ningshen Martial Lord.
"Lao Xian Tian was the former censor of Fang Sheng Dynasty and the chief minister of Qin Feng."
The old man's voice was majestic and seemed to be filled with dignity and righteousness.