Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye had really heard of Li Yungang, the head of the Zhantian Palace. The other halls of Xuanling Sword Sect are all hall masters. There are more than one or two hall masters, and they are also side by side. There is no need to distinguish the ranking. The Xuanling Sword Sect has never been the kind of sect with an orderly hierarchy and strict hierarchy. But the hall master of the Zhantian Temple had a second order. According to what Shu Ming Jinxian said, Li Yungang, the Qingteng Sword Immortal in Zhantian Temple, spent 100,000 years defeating all the hall masters of Zhantian Temple and became the first one. The battle strength of the others was also ranked according to the number of victories and defeats against Li Yungang, ranging from the second hall master to the ninth hall master. "If you meet Qingteng Sword Immortal in the future, don't fight with him." "This guy's name of Qingteng means that he can haunt people endlessly." Shu Ming Jinxian once told Han to do so. Makino. In the way of practice, war and rest complement each other. But when you meet a guy who fights every day and doesn't let you have the opportunity to clean up, who doesn't bother? "Hey, did that guy Shu Ming tell you the name of the deity Qingteng?" Seeing Han Muye pondering, Li Yungang stared and asked directly. "Senior Qingteng is the first seat of Zhantian Palace, I'm just a junior disciple of Zhantian Palace, how can I dare to fight with the first seat?" Han Muye shook his head and spoke softly. He has too many secrets. He also doesn't want to fight against a Jinxian who likes to stalk. "What's the first and the disciple? I don't have so many rules in Zhantian Temple." Li Yungang waved his hand, and a sword light appeared in the palm of his hand. The light of the sword was clear, and the sword swept across, and Zuo Baichou and others in the hall were swept out by the sword. Then, the door of the main hall slammed shut. People look at each other. What did this guy say before to be steady, that's all? "Dang—" In the hall, the sound of a long sword clashing came. "Good swordsmanship!" Then came Li Yungang's long laugh and strange cry. Afterwards, a golden fairy light shone outside the hall, and the mask lowered by the power of the Great Defense Array blocked everyone's perception. "Is the city lord going to make a real move?" Xie Chaoyan showed a strange look on his face, and said in a low voice. "I don't know how the Lord of the City will win compared to the first place in the Zhantian Temple." Zuo Baichou whispered softly. He shook his head, turned around and said: "Forget it, these matters have nothing to do with us." "The city lord blocked the spirit sword Jinxian, and kept my Yunlan City as impregnable." "In the future, Yunlan City will become the Yunteng Wasteland. Going to the Holy Land, everyone is busy." Busy. Be busy. There was a smile on everyone's face. After today, Yunlan City will be truly accepted by all the forces in the wasteland, and will truly be integrated into the lives of all immortal cultivators. There will be countless immortal cultivators coming to Yunlan City as their homes. How happy is it to be able to help the city lord manage such a city, such a heavy sense of responsibility on one's shoulders? In the hall, Li Yungang, who was holding a long sword, looked solemn. In front of him, Han Muye had his hands behind his back, and a sword light hovered in front of him. With the intention to use the sword, Li Yungang, who was suppressed by the cultivation base in the Void Realm, could not make a move. Li Yungang had only felt the aura of such a powerhouse from the top five people in the Zhantian Temple. "The solidity of your sword intent is definitely not something that a nameless disciple can have." Li Yugang snorted lowly, pointing to the front of the sword in his hand. The sword light in his hand turned into a cyan streamer, the streamer flashed away, and stabbed Han Muye's neck. This sword is almost invisible, where does it seem to be measured before what he said? If Han Muye couldn't deal with it in time, his life might not be saved. Who is the sword madman? Who is not stable enough? This Zhantian Temple's first person is clearly a guy who says one thing and does another. But before the sword could reach Han Muye's body, Li Yungang's eyes narrowed and he had to swing the sword horizontally. Because Han Muye, who was still holding his hands behind his back, had already used his sword to slash at the top of his head. This guy who has become a disciple of the younger generation of Zhantian Temple actually has no respect in his eyes, and his sword is three points faster than his first seat! The key is that this kid still has his hands on his back, obviously he didn't really use his full strength. How disrespectful is this? Such contempt, who can stand it? "Dang-" With a sword, the sword that was cut off from the top of the head flew, and Li Yungang stepped out. But before he moved, his figure stopped again, and his face became tensed. On his side, the long sword with a cold light swirled lightly, blocking his path. "Are you able to defeat my swordsmanship, or the way to control space and time?" Li Yungang with a serious face pushed back the sword that was blocking the way, looked up at Han Muye, and asked in a low voice. Han Muye didn't give him an answer at all. Just keep silent. Too lazy to deal with it? If it was another Golden Immortal powerhouse, who would be embarrassed to stay here at this time, I'm afraid he wouldn't turn around and leave. Qingteng Jianxian is different. He seems to be used to being treated so coldly. With a twitch of his face, Li Yun just raised his hand, and a nine-story sword tower appeared. "Kid, I know that you also have a sword tower in your hand. This thing is considered a rare treasure in my Xuanling Sword Sect." "In this way, play with me well, and I can give you this sword tower." tower. Han Muye already had four in his hands. It's just that in order to hide his identity, one remains in the mundane world to suppress the luck of the Great Dao, and the other three have not been used. The first time this pagoda was moved in the fairyland, it was still under the rule of Daozong. That was because he felt his worth, and he was already worthy of this sword tower before he started. The value of the sword tower, from Shu Ming Jinxian's sword, he also got a lot of information. The combination of the nine sword towers can indeed become a precious treasure, or even some kind of token. It's just that the sword towers were scattered all over the place, and they were brought into the mortal world, and they never thought that they could be unified. Over the years, the Jiuyuan Sword Pagoda has been more of a symbol of the Sword Sect. Many disciples of Jianzong practice sword formations, and they all refine a sword tower with them. In the mortal world, the rule of distinguishing sword cultivators by the number of sword pavilions is also recognized by many people in the Xuanling Sword Sect of the Immortal Realm. At least being able to take charge of a nine-story sword pavilion means that the cultivation base is strong enough. Looking at the sword tower held in Li Yungang's hands, Han Muye nodded. It is not easy to get a sword tower. What's more, Han Muye has already shown a sword tower. If he doesn't want to face this sword tower today, Li Yungang will wonder if he has other plans. "The first place in Qingteng, you better not suppress your cultivation." Han Muye's words made Li Yungang's face look as ugly as the bark of an old tree. A man needs a face, and a tree needs its bark. Slap in the face, is this intentional? "Don't worry, kid, this deity will never take advantage of you." The voice fell, he turned his palm, and the sword tower in his hand was put away. The sword light turned into a bright stream of light, pressing down on Han Muye. This sword did not exceed the power range of Dongxu Tianxian. But the kendo understanding revealed in this sword is definitely not mastered by Dongxu Tianxian. Between ten feet, the sword light tore the void. Still saying one thing and doing another. Said not to take advantage, when the shot is clearly taken advantage of the realm of cultivation. But Han Muye with his hands behind his back just shook his head. Dongxu Sword Immortal? The same level of kendo, he has long despised. From the moment he stepped into the Yunteng Wasteland, he had only one name, Han Muye. Han Invincible. Invincible under the sword! With his hands still behind his back, Han Muye's blue-colored sword pierced Li Yungang's sword light with a single strike. "Dang-" Jian Feng went straight three feet in front of Li Yungang, hovered for a moment, and then retreated with a shock. The first three feet of Jian Xiu's body, this is the last bottom line of Jian Xiu's control. Li Yungang held the sword in his hand, the corners of his eyes twitched, and his fighting spirit surged. But he didn't make another move. With just one strike, Han Muye had already given him face and kept his hand. Suppressing the cultivation base and making another move, the result is still the same. "Breaking the face with a line? This sword is a bit interesting, I still despise you." Li Yungang grunted, took a step back, and looked at Han Muye. "What, senior doesn't fight anymore?" Han Muye looked up at him. "Fight, of course." Li Yungang put away the long sword, stroked a beard, and disappeared in the same place, leaving only the sound of Dandan. "But the deity needs to do more research. Your kid's methods are not too bad." "Let's go, tomorrow, no, I will come back the day after tomorrow." The great defense formation that can stop Jinxian, but it can't stop this battle. The first seat of the Temple of Heaven. There was only a sound of explosion outside the hall, and the golden mask had dissipated. gone. Han Muye shook his head. This Qingteng Sword Immortal is a real person, but also has a headache. In the future, you have to be more careful. Raising his hand to close the dissipated light curtain, Han Muye did not walk out of the hall, but sat cross-legged on a high seat. One after another sword light floated around him. Fighting against Li Yungang with a few tricks, he wrote lightly, without feeling anything. But the previous encounter with Spirit Sword Jinxian was a truly rare opportunity. Slowly closing his eyes, the pictures flowed in his mind. The clouds gathered and scattered, the sword light tore apart the world, and the sword light of the spirit sword Jinxian was displayed again. This sword slowly disintegrated, and every trace of the sword light solidified in his mind. Han Muye's ghost shadow appeared, holding a long sword, and the sword shadows shattered those sword lights. "Boom—" After three breaths, the picture in his mind exploded. "After 38,000 swords, you are lost, you are defeated." With a whisper, he closed his eyes again. Around him, the immortal energy and divine soul power gathered by the great defense formation began to gather. As the lord of Yunlan City, he can gather the power of immortal energy and soul in this city. This is an unimaginably huge force, a force that even the Jinxian strong will covet. This was the result of Han Muye's years of hard work in the Yunteng Wasteland. In the entire wasteland, there are only a few big cities that can accumulate such resources. But there is no city like Yunlan City, which gathers the power of one city into one. Feeling the power surging around him straight into his body, Han Mu's ambition had a hint of enlightenment. Times make heroes. Heroes and times are indispensable. He also used the general changes in the Yunteng Wasteland to gather the background of this Yunlan City. Change a time, change a place, change a person, it is impossible to have such an opportunity. Since the opportunity is at hand, it must be seized! How can there be so many opportunities in the world to practice? Closing his eyes again, the sword light in Han Muye's mind reappeared. His figure fell into it again, and the long sword flew out. "After 43,000 swords, defeat." "Come again!"...Han Muye retreated in the main hall for a whole month. This month, Li Yungang, the first seat of Zhantian Temple, visited him ten times. Every time, I saw that the battle in the main hall was still, and I could only shake my head and leave. It's just a competition and learning, and there is no hatred, how can you disturb others to retreat for no reason? Every time, Li Yungang shook his head, stomped his feet, and left with a cold face. Zuo Baichou and the others did not dare to provoke them, for fear of getting bad luck. This month, there were more immortal cultivators in Yunlan City than in the previous year. Moreover, many are masters. There are seven or eight in Tianxiandongxu. These people came for the strength of Yunlan Sword Immortal and the potential of Yunlan City. Experts join in, more immortal cultivators gather, and the strength of the entire Yunlan City rises to a higher level. Of course, Zuo Baichou and the others were even busier. Business is bigger. "Boy, let me see what you have gained from seclusion for a month!" When the door of the Yunlan City Hall opened, what Han Muye heard was Li Yungang's suppressed anger. Then, a long sword entered the hall with wanton sword light. The sword light shines through the cyan fairy light, and you can see the phantoms of the phantoms. It seems to evoke the surrounding void, turning it into a space that makes people wonder if it is true or false. This time Han Muye didn't back his hands. He is raising his hand. No sword. Point out directly. A three-inch sword edge emerged from his fingertips. Three inches! The first three feet of Jian Xiu is his bottom line. But Han Muye waited for Li Yungang's sword to reach three inches before pressing it with one finger. "Boom—" Li Yungang's figure entered the hall faster and retreated faster. And, it seems, the posture is somewhat out of control. "Senior, as I said, you really don't need to suppress your cultivation." Han Muye's voice came out. Li Yungang, who landed outside the hall, showed a hint of redness on his face. "Hmph, yes, I can learn a little trick from that guy with the spirit sword." "Boy, you have a good understanding." "I'll come back in three days." Without giving Han Muye a chance to speak, Li Yungang flew away. Han Muye had a smile on his face. Just now, he tried a sword with Li Yungang. The effect is good. Lingjian Jinxian issued a sword in Immortal Burial City, and his sword traversed countless thousands of miles, and his strength lasted for a day. With such a sword, the power contained in it was decomposed, and Han Muye gained a lot. In a month, he went from losing after 30,000 swords to winning after 10,000 swords. Then gather the meaning of a sword again, and condense a sword that belongs to him. Just now, Li Yungang suppressed the cultivation base, and the same level of combat power was under this sword, and there was no way to fight back. This sword is done. Looking at it this way, it is not bad to have a powerful sword immortal from the golden fairyland to try it out. But for a moment, Zuo Baichou, Zhao Chen and the others came to the main hall. They all saw the scene of Han Muye blasting Li Yungang out with one sword, so they didn't dare to come to the main hall until Li Yungang left. "The city master's swordsmanship is divine, and even that senior Jinxian can be defeated." Xie Chaoyan bowed and whispered with joy. Han Muye was a disciple of the Immortal Venerable, and he was the lord of their Moruo clan. He was naturally delighted to see Han Muye's tyrannical strength. "Yeah, Big Brother Han, your swordsmanship is too powerful, that old man smashed Elder Zhulong down with just one strike." Zhao Chen also looked at Han Muye in amazement, his face full of admiration. Did Chen Zhulong and Li Yungang fight? Also, this Qingteng Sword Immortal is a guy who wants to try when he encounters a master. However, Chen Zhulong would never fail to catch Li Yungang's sword. Come to think of it, I don't want to be entangled by this Qingteng Sword Immortal. Zuo Baichou and others reported the various affairs in Yunlan City this month, and then presented them with a pile of jade slips. In a big city with tens of millions of people, all kinds of information accumulated in a month are innumerable. Han Muye looked at the pile of jade slips, but did not take it. "These things are all handled by you." He waved his hand and looked at Zhang Zhenbiao, Zuo Baichou and the others. "I only need to deal with the threats to Yunlan City from the powerhouses. As for the affairs of the city, you are responsible for it." A bitter look flashed on everyone's face. But in both eyes, there is a clear smile. This is Han Muye's trust in them. Among the forces in the world of practice, the division of labor has always been like this. The strong are responsible for cultivation and for living in peace. Others deal with all the chores and ensure that they can have a peaceful cultivation environment. With Yunlan City like this, Han Muye didn't need to bother about the city's affairs at all. As long as he is invincible. "City Lord, before Senior Qianzhen returned to Dongyuan City, he left this letter and said it was handed over to you." Zhang Zhenbiao took out a letter. Han Muye took it and saw that it was written by Zhao Pingyu to him about exploring the senior formation together. When Zhao Pingyu agreed to come to Yunlan City to set up the formation, it was because Han Muye promised him that he would accompany him to explore the ruins of the senior formation. Looking at the letter, Han Muye's expression changed. "Okay, when I asked Senior Qianzhen to come to Yunlan City to set up a great defense formation, I promised him the conditions, and now I should fulfill it." "In this way, I will go to Dongyuan City tomorrow." Leaving Yunlan City, Can you avoid Li Yungang's challenge? Han Muye was about to leave Yunlan City, Zuo Baichou and the others looked at each other, hurriedly reported some important matters at hand, and also asked if they were undecided. After everyone left after discussing matters, Han Muye just pointed a finger, and several golden runes flew out of the hall. After a while, Qin Zhaoyuan, who was wearing a green robe, stepped into the hall. The sixth master of the Thunder Thief has not fully recovered from his injuries, but his complexion is much better than before. "City Lord, are you going to Bitter Immortal Territory?" Qin Zhaoyuan bowed to Han Muye, a look of hope flashed on his face. Han Muye nodded, then said, "I'm going to go, but there are still some things to do." "You go to the Bitter Immortal Realm first, and when I'm done, I'll go look for you guys." He looked up at Outside the main hall, Chen Zhulong, wearing a brocade robe, has arrived. "Haha, Chen has seen the invincible city lord, the city lord is mighty, and he overwhelmed the strong Jinxian with a sword." Chen Zhulong said loudly with a smile on his face. If it wasn't for the fact that Chen Zhulong had the blood of the Torch Dragon, and his combat power was absolutely tyrannical, Han Muye would have believed what he said. "Senior Chen, I have been immersed in business for a long time, and sometimes I can deceive myself." Han Muye looked at Chen Zhulong who walked into the hall, and said softly. The voice fell, and a golden aura exploded directly from his body. Above the hall, the thunder light shines! Kui Niu blood! The power of the Great Defense Array instantly covered the main hall of the city lord, isolating the inside and outside of the city lord's mansion. The golden thunder pressed down on Chen Zhulong, who was standing at the entrance of the main hall. Qin Zhaoyuan's face was full of surprise, and he took a step back. Chen Zhulong's expression remained unchanged, and a vast and mysterious aura rose from his body, causing a blue-gray halo outside his body to block the lightning. But since the power of thunder has fallen, it will not be so simple. Han Muye let out a low shout, and the thunder in the hall turned into a golden long sword and slashed down. "Boom--" The halo around Chen Zhulong's body was cut off, and the sword of lightning condensed towards his eyebrows. The power of this sword is condensed and magnificent. Qin Zhaoyuan, who was standing beside him, surged with the blood of the Ziyang Lion, and clenched his fists. In his opinion, Han Muye clearly wanted to kill Chen Zhulong in front of him with a sword. Is it because the Zhulong Trading Company sells creatures from the Bitter Immortal Domain? "Good swordsmanship!" Chen Zhulong shouted lowly, looked at the sword between his eyebrows, took a step back, and then a golden flame condensed between his eyes. The fire of the candle dragon, the flames of the sky! The instant the flames rose, a golden-red bird stuck its head out from behind Han Muye. The flame turned into a short knife and collided with Han Muye's Lightning Sword. "Stab—" Jianguang broke through the flames, and moved forward one more point, and suddenly dissipated between Chen Zhulong's changes in expression. Chen Zhulong clenched his fists and stared at Han Muye without speaking. The businessman's aura on him has dissipated, and his body is full of the aura of a wild beast that devours people. This vast power made Qin Zhaoyuan on the side feel that he didn't dare to look directly, and the power of his blood was trembling. "Sixth Master Qin's injury hasn't healed yet. Senior Chen should be more restrained." Han Muye waved his hand, the shadow of the Kui Niu disappeared, and the golden fire fell on his shoulder, staring at Chen Zhulong, with a hint of agility in his eyes. A trace of flame flickered. Chen Zhulong looked at Jin Huo with a strange look in his eyes. His aura slowly dissipated. "Senior Chen is right, my swordsmanship is stronger than the power of blood." Han Muye stood at the top and looked at Chen Zhulong. A sword repair is a sword repair. Minor in other, after all, or sword repair. Chen Zhulong nodded. "The city master's swordsmanship is divine—" Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye suddenly said, "If I handed you all the trades of the living beings in the Bitter Immortal Domain in the city, what would you do?" The trade of living beings in the Bitter Immortal Domain! Chen Zhulong trembled, and the originally restrained power burst out instantly. "Roar—" A low roar came out, and behind Chen Zhulong, a three-headed candle dragon phantom appeared. This is the shock of the mood, and the power of the bloodline is not suppressed before it is revealed. It can be seen how much Han Muye's words touched Chen Zhulong. "Why?" Chen Zhulong stared into Han Muye's eyes and said in a low voice. Qin Zhaoyuan on the side also looked at Han Muye. In the wasteland, this business is a way to make money. Most cities will never give this business to people. More powers control several trade routes by themselves, and even organize people to participate in them. Han Muye now said that he would give Chen Zhulong the transaction about the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Domain in the city. What is the calculation? "The Bitter Immortal Territory is both a bitter land for the human race and a bitter land for the monster race. It is already bitter, so why are they still fighting each other?" Han Muye shook his head, his aura restrained, and his expression revealed a hint of complexity. He has been thinking about it since he came back from the Exchange Square. But he knew that with his own power, it would be a drop in the bucket for the creatures in the Bitter Immortal Territory. He might be able to rescue all the creatures that were sold on the trading square in the city, and then what? Afterwards, the number of caravans in Yunlan City was greatly reduced, and this business was done elsewhere. It's that simple. He Han Muye was invincible with the sword in his hand. But how many people can he save? Looking at Han Muye, the shadow of the candle dragon behind Chen Zhulong slowly dissipated. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I don't know what the city lord wants to do when he entrusts me with the business?" Although Han Muye only said a few words, Chen Zhulong could already feel that he really wanted to help those living beings in the Bitter Immortal Realm. "The place of trade is moved outside the city. You cannot trade blood or bones, you can only sign contracts." After a pause, Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden talisman appeared in his palm. Immortal energy is poured into the talisman, and there are golden patterns on it. The complexity of this pattern is dazzling. Chen Zhulong and Qin Zhaoyuan both turned their attention to the rune and watched it carefully. "Spirit, mark?" Chen Zhulong frowned and looked at Han Muye. "Is this mark intended to enslave the monster clan and monster beast?" From this mark, it can be perceived that if this mark can be pressed into the soul of the monster clan, it can be tamed. Is this a means of completely enslaving the demon clan? Qin Zhaoyuan also had a strange expression on his face. He looked at Han Muye without saying a word. With such a method, is it to help the demon clan, or to destroy the demon clan? "As far as I know, among the thirty-six prefectures of the Rain-covering Immortal Realm, the two prefectures occupied by the Bitter Immortal Realm are not rich, and the power of the Immortal Demon King has not reached the point where it can compete with other sects." "But the demon clan has always been It seems a little unreasonable that it has not been destroyed, and it has even become a problem for the major sects?" Han Muye said softly. A gleam of light flashed in Chen Zhulong's eyes, but he did not answer his words. "Actually, the biggest threat to the Bitter Immortal Realm's demon clan has always been the Iron Armored War Gate that borders the most, nor the Tianyao Sect with the blood of the demon clan." Han Muye turned his gaze to Chen Zhulong: "It's not even a sword cultivator. "The Daomen uses the blood of the demon race to refine alchemy and refining tools. The **** battle sect uses the demon race to sharpen itself and kill countless people." "The real enemies of the Bitter Immortal Domain are them, right?" A faint glow of flame emanated from his body. This Fire Bird seemed to understand Han Muye's words, but it seemed that he didn't understand anything. Chen Zhulong's eyes flashed with divine light, and he looked at Jin Huo and then at Han Muye. "Jianxian Yunlan, shouldn't you say that the real enemies in the Bitter Immortal Domain are those big demon kings?" The turmoil in the Immortal Realm is the battle between the two great demon kings, causing chaos on all sides. Han Muye shook his head: "This is the nature of the monster clan, and it's just a means of survival by natural selection." "What we can do is to make as many living things as possible." Han Muye's words made the hall silent again. No matter Qin Zhaoyuan or Chen Zhulong, all three of them have the power of the blood of the demon clan. For the demon clan, they are close. But the predicament of the monster clan in the bitter fairyland, their power, can't do anything at all. Even Zhulong Commercial Bank and Yunlan City have to rely on this business to make a fortune. "Can you guarantee that this talisman will not become the source of disaster for the perishing demon clan?" Chen Zhulong looked at the golden talisman again and said in a low voice. He was moved. If there is a contractual talisman that binds the human race and the monster race and the monster beast, the monster race will suffer much less casualties. As Han Muye said, the people who really hurt the monsters and monsters were the people from the Daomen and the Bloody Battle Sect. If the living monsters are more effective than the dead monsters, those monsters will have a greater chance of survival. "This talisman is the transformation of the imprint of the soul, and it requires the consent of both parties to the contract." "Although this talisman is dominated by one party, the power and soul of the two parties have been blended for a long time. If one party falls, the other party will also be damaged." Han Muye raised his hand and moved the talisman to parse the rune. The combination of the divine soul and the power of the flesh and blood leads to the combination of the power of the demon race and the power of the human race. The role of the demon clan is no longer the material for alchemy and refining, but a real partner, a contractor who can support each other in life and death. Talismans are actually not that complicated. Han Muye also borrowed the methods of many talismans in the mortal world, plus his own perception of the power of blood and soul, to develop this contract talisman. In the process of researching this talisman, he was also touched by the imprinting method of the huge group of broken golden ants. "Om—" A rune appeared in front of Chen Zhulong. He raised his hand to hold the talisman he drew, and closed his eyes slightly. The power surging from the talisman was no different from what Han Muye said. Perhaps, if this talisman spreads out, it can find a chance for the monsters in the rain-covering fairyland to get more chances of survival? "Okay, I promise you." Chen Zhulong surged with power far beyond the realm of immortals. It was only at this moment that he revealed his true strength. It's not about showing off and threatening, it's about being honest. Qin Zhaoyuan's eyes flickered, and he bowed his head slightly. The strength of the cultivation base of the big shopkeeper of the Zhulong Trading Company has surpassed his perception. Golden Immortal Strong. The top cultivation base in the Immortal Realm, but roams in the wasteland, and is in the company of the little monks. "As long as Yunlan City can always provide shelter for the demon clan, I will build a dragon business, and I will be Chen Zhulong." Chen Zhulong was silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "Tianyaomen and Kuxianyu Tenglong will form an ally with you." Chen Zhulong's words Qin Zhaoyuan, who knew the Bitter Immortal Territory and the various forces well, widened his eyes. It's okay to build a dragon business, but Tianyaomen is a big sect that dominates the rain-covering fairyland, and the Tenglong collar is a force in the bitter fairyland that can compete with the fairy king. Chen Zhulong can actually represent so many great forces and directly form an alliance with Yunlan City! Looking at Chen Zhulong, Qin Zhaoyuan couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. Thunder Thief has been in the Bitter Immortal Territory for countless years, but he doesn't know the intricate involvement behind the Dragon Building Business. UU reading www.uukanshu. It seems that there are more secrets that they don't know in the Bitter Immortal Domain. Thunder thieves, the defeat is not wrong. "Don't worry, as a sword cultivator, I have no regrets about what I say." Han Muye said calmly, and said loudly. Words are like swords, swords come out without regrets. Chen Zhulong had a smile on his face. "Sixth Master Qin, you can go to the Bitter Immortal Territory, you can go with Zhulong Business." Han Muye looked at Qin Zhaoyuan and said. Qin Zhaoyuan bowed his hands to Chen Zhulong. Chen Zhulong looked at him and said, "It's not difficult." The matter was finalized, the two walked out of the main hall and saw that the door of the main hall behind was closed, Chen Zhulong said, "Are you trying to rescue the other thunder thieves?" Qin Zhaoyuan nodded and said: " Brothers and sisters, don't give up." Chen Zhulong didn't speak again, took a few steps forward, and suddenly stopped: "The city owner is also going?" Qin Zhaoyuan did not answer. But no answer is required. "Yunlan Sword Immortal, it's really a character." Chen Zhulong whispered, his figure moved, and he stepped out of the City Lord's Mansion. Qin Zhaoyuan looked back at the hall and walked out. "Good boy, are you trying to get rid of the deity?" In the distance, in a restaurant, Li Yungang, who was holding a wine glass, snorted coldly, took out a large wine gourd, and threw it on the table. "Fill this gourd for me, I have to travel far." Hearing his words, the shopkeeper who reached out his hand to catch the gourd slumped, and said with a bitter face, "Old Ancestor, you are full of this gourd, this is full of people in the city. It's not enough to put all the wine in..."... Outside Dongyuan City, in front of Dongyuan Mountain, Han Muye, dressed in green robes and carrying two swords, stood in front of the thatched pavilion. Zhao Pingyu, wearing a gossip robe, smiled. "Jianxian Yunlan, you really believe in people." Han Muye cupped his hands, nodded and said, "Senior Qianzhen, let's go now?" Hearing his words, Zhao Pingyu shook his head and said softly, "No hurry, let me take this first. Dongyuan Mountain moved in together."