Chapter 199: Congratulations to Ninth Master for Poking a Hornet

A desperate voice sounded.

Ninth Master's mentality collapsed at this moment. What is all this?

Jixia Academy had Saint Lu sitting in town and should have been the safest place in the world. He was a disciple of Saint Lu, the Ninth Master of Jixia Academy, with a noble status, high position, and not weak martial arts cultivation, proficient in formations.

He was handsome and in the best years of his life.

For an ordinary person to possess one is lucky, and so many superimposed together are enough to show...

The phantom was a bit blurry at first, but gradually became solid, just like a real person. Zhang Yue waved his hand, pushed him behind him, and faced the brilliant golden light alone. In the golden light, there was a blurry shadow, like a toad.

Therefore, the entire Sect Affairs Hall was filled with joy. At this moment, some people were still dizzy, some couldn't believe it, and still hadn't come back to their senses.

At night, in the military camp of the Shi Yan Dynasty, the soldiers lit fires. Although the casualties were not high in this surprise attack battle, it was enough to make the usual laughter disappear completely.

Although the battle was very intense, Fang Zhongtian did not receive any serious injuries, not even a scratch.

But he had an identity. Once Wei Ye Qiu was allowed to escape, Lanjiang would suffer unimaginable disasters, so he didn't hesitate to give up the opportunity to escape. Even if he were to be torn to pieces by the experts of the Qi family later, he had to complete the Crown Prince's mission and cut the weeds and roots.

At this time, Sa Feng's eyes lit up. As long as it was about blades, everything else could be put aside. He anxiously snatched the ancient blade wrapped in cloth from Xue Jinran's hand, opened it, and clicked his tongue in wonder, constantly commenting on this blade with the posture of a master. His fanatical appearance made people sigh "Blade Mad."

Cao Mingrui said sincerely, seemingly thinking for the Xingyao tribe, but in fact, he was just mocking the other party for holding a festival with no one coming, which would only lead to a cold and embarrassing scene. And looking at Xia Hou Pengyuan, he was greeting Xia Hou Jinkang, which expressed a kind of contempt: to talk to me, the young patriarch of the Xingyao tribe is qualified enough.

Ding Jingxi looked at Li Qing, who was ready to go, and the purple long sword in his hand, and felt a bit strange in his heart.

Ao Xingchu just felt, how long had it been since he was threatened in such a low-end way? He had just scanned all of them; was there really not a single cultivator?

In early spring, it was the most wonderful season in this city. The spring breeze was warm, the soil was fragrant, and after being nourished by one or two light rains, tender tree buds drilled out from the long-withered branches one after another, covering the whole city with a hazy, intoxicating green like thin mist and morning glow.

Although it was called a city ruin, many buildings were beautiful, far more perfect than ordinary towns.

"I already said, the Empire has nothing to do with me. Why should I help the Empire?" Chen Feng rolled his eyes. He was a person with a country. Only the legendary Heavenly Dynasty could give Chen Feng a sense of belonging, but whether it was Khanduras or whatever Kehjistan or the Xiansai Empire, they were all floating clouds to Chen Feng.

Following Wei Lan and Lin directly to a villa area in the suburbs, it looked very ordinary, without even so-called guards, and even the most ordinary security forces were rare.

The main body of Sun and Moon received the memory sent by the shadow clone. At this moment, Biwa Juzo had already been picked up by him, and the palm raised by Sun and Moon was facing Biwa Juzo's head.

Lu Xueqi lowered her head silently, not daring to look at her master's face, nor did she say a word. Just looking at her expression, where was there the slightest bit of regret?

The Maha Divine Art of Maha Immortal was the holy Great Vajra that made people admire. The white light that Ding Zhan was emitting now, and the white true qi he was channeling, was exactly the Maha Divine Art of Maha Immortal of the Tianzhu Witch Country. ===== CHAPTER 200 =====