"Zhang Ruochen, why did you stop me just now?"

When boarding the Bailong Holy Ship, Duan Juxingling shook off Zhang Ruochen's hand, widened a pair of apricots, and still looked cold, with obvious irritation.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Xue Yingrou and I were just simply studying swordsmanship. They were not as close as you think. Everyone is a student of Wushi Xuegong, why bother to be out of control?"

"You may be on the same door, and you just want to point her swordsmanship, but she is not the kind of thought. Don't you see?"

"It doesn't matter what other people think, the key is to be yourself." Zhang Ruochen said.

Duan Juxing Ling rolled her eyes and said, "Is it? I saw it with my own eyes, and she kissed you."

Hearing this, Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi, and even the rabbit pot that was taking a potion, turned around and stared at Zhang Ruochen in surprise.

Everyone was shocked.

Chang Qiqi was both envious and adored, saying, "Oh my God! Brother Zhang, is this really happening? Xue Yingrou is the big beauty in the country. She actually kissed you?"

Si Xingkong also smiled a little, and said, "I don't believe it, it's just as simple as kissing."

"I don't believe it."

Chang Qiqi quickly said: "No wonder Xue Yingrou hates you so much. It turned out that you took her so much advantage. If I were her, I would definitely hate you."

Zhang Ruochen smiled and shook his head, staring at Duan Ju Xing Ling, and asked, "Sister Duan Mu, how do you know this?"

"I ... of course ... I saw it accidentally ..."

Duan Ju Xing Ling's face was slightly unnatural, so he turned around quickly, afraid that Zhang Ruochen would see something strange.

Fortunately, Chang Qiqi immediately helped her to make a siege, and coaxed, "This is actually true, Brother Zhang, you are so charming! Just point her to a few swordsmanship, and she will take the initiative to give her a hug. I see I have visited Xueyingrou several times, but she has never seen me squarely, like an iceberg. I thought she was a fairy in the sky, and she did n’t eat human fireworks, because she did n’t look at me at all . "

Pan Guo widened his eyes, a little stupid, and said, "Dust, please?"

Zhang Ruochen couldn't help crying and said, "She didn't even look at me. Didn't everyone see it just now?"

Chang Qiqi smiled and said, "When she knows, even the young master of Yipintang in the black market is defeated in your hands, and it is estimated that you will regret it again. I have a hunch. In the next issue of" Eastern Storm News ", you and The battle of Emperor Yi will definitely be on the front page. The news of Long Sheli's birth will surely shake the world. "

Zhang Ruochen did not have the slightest joy, but his face became dignified.

Boarding the "East Land Storm News", of course, can be famous all over the world and become the hottest arrogant, but it will certainly cause the assassination of evil masters.

After the release of the next issue of "Eastern Wind and Wind", Zhang Ruochen's life will never be so peaceful now.

The huge white dragon holy ship, inspired by the energy of one hundred thousand spirit crystals, inspired the power inscriptions, rose to the sky, flew to the holy city of the eastern region, and made a rumbling sound.

A planet is a city.

I do n’t know how many years have been built before the Eastern Region Holy City developed into its current scale. I do n’t know how many billion warriors practice and make a living in the Eastern Region Holy City.

There is more competition than anywhere.

Of course, there are more opportunities.

The Bailong holy ship passed through the clouds and fog, standing on the ship, you can already see the land and ocean below, and there are palaces, pavilions, high towers, and martial arts everywhere. On the top of the hill there are magnificent buildings like a palace. There are island towns in the water and suspended temples in the sky.

A strong aura of heaven and earth, coming from all directions, just need to run the exercises to inhale a large amount of aura into the meridians and flow around the limbs and bones of the whole body, giving a refreshing feeling.

"The aura of the Eastern City Holy City is ten times stronger than the outside world. Cultivation here can definitely do more with less. No wonder those martial artists have to come to the Holy City with their heads crushed." Si Xingkong said.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "The aura is strong, but it is only one aspect. More importantly, the martial arts atmosphere of the Eastern City Holy City. Here, there are many 10,000 years of Buddhism, medieval families, the martial arts atmosphere and its strong, can get a famous teacher With guidance, you can learn profound exercises and martial arts. "

Even Lei Jing nodded. Martial art practice is by no means behind closed doors. You must be instructed by a famous teacher to learn about the martial arts of all schools and bring together the best of each family to reach the sacred realm.

All you know is the practice of meditation, but not the other martial arts. Even if you are practicing Wang Pingong, you cannot enter the holy realm.

Only the great master can be sanctified.

The Eastern City Holy City has five continents, twelve seas, and thousands of islands.

The sanctuary, located in the seventh district of Jinhong mainland, is definitely the most prosperous place. In the entire East Region, I don't know how many warriors come to the seventh district every year, some are pilgrimages, and some want to worship.

Anyway, most of them are geniuses with dreams and hope that a miracle will happen. Suddenly, a semi-sacred lecturer in the sanctuary sees them as a disciple. From now on, he becomes a saint in the sanctuary and becomes a superior.

In the seventh district, there are not only holy courts, but also colleges and boxing halls, martial arts halls, and sword halls founded by other forces. There are thousands of them, large and small.

It can be said that the seventh district has gathered countless arrogant sons, dragons and snakes gathering, pointing to the mountains and rivers, and affecting the future pattern of the Eastern Region. It is the place where the geniuses of the entire Eastern Region gather.

Entering the seventh district, a silver robe elder sent by Wushi Xuegong led Lei Jing, Zhang Ruochen, Si Xingkong, etc. to a Wushi post hall.

Although it is a post house, in fact, it is more like a palace compound. It covers a vast area. The wall is cast with silver, the pillars are carved with gold jade, and the floor is covered with blue and white stones.

At a glance, it seemed like he was in a fairyland on earth, surrounded by shrines and palaces.

"Nanting Yiguan has 36 palaces and 360 training rooms, and 720 lower-ranking servants are allocated. Of these, 27 palaces and palaces are already inhabited. You will temporarily Living in Jade Chan Palace, there are ten rooms in total. Arrange whatever you want. "

The elder of the silver robe looked easy-going and continued: "The first round of the court assessment will be seven days later. You must remember the time and don't miss the assessment."

After explaining the matter, the elder of the silver robe retreated.

"The students in Wushi Xuegong are treated well. It is just a post house, just like the temple where the saints live." Chang Qi Qi Xin was overjoyed, and the whole person was in a state of excitement.

Sixing empty road: "Even if it is good, we can only live for three months. After three months, if we fail to pass the sanctuary assessment, we can only roll away."

Chang Qiqi clenched his fists and said, "I will definitely pass the assessment of the Holy See. In the future, I will also become a permanent resident of the Eastern City Holy City through my own efforts."

In the holy city of Dongyu, Chang Qiqi has been deeply attracted by the bustling scene and martial arts atmosphere. Suddenly, he has a new goal.

After returning to their respective rooms, after settling down, Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi couldn't wait to walk out of the inn and headed to the main street of the Seventh City District to prepare to see more of the prosperous city of Dongyu Holy City.

Even Duan Juxing Ling didn't know when to leave the posthouse or where he was going.

"Oh!"

Zhang Ruochen sat in the room, pulled out Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and gently touched the fracture of the sword body, revealing a thoughtful look.

"After all, Xiao Hei's smelter level is limited, but the basic inscriptions in the ancient sword of Shen Yuan are continued, and even one thousandth of the power of the ancient sword of Shen Yuan has not recovered.

"Since you have come to the Holy City of Dongyu, it is also time to visit that senior. Perhaps only he can help me repair the ancient sword of Shen Yuan."

A figure emerged from Zhang Ruochen's mind, his eyes narrowed, and Shen Yuan's ancient sword was retracted into the scabbard, carrying it on his back, and left the post hall alone.

The Jinhong continent is divided into eighty-one urban areas, each of which covers an extremely large area, with more than 100 million resident military personnel.

In addition to the eighty-one urban areas, there are some special spiritual mountains and holy places.

You know, the Holy City of Dongyu can be said to be rich in land and gold. If you want to buy a small house in the urban area, you have to spend a lot of wealth. That fortune is enough to empty the house of the strong in Yulongjing.

It is even more difficult to occupy a spiritual mountain in the Eastern City Holy City. Only true saints, or profound ancestors and families, can do it.

At this moment, after half a day of driving, Zhang Ruochen came to the bottom of a Lingshan mountain. To be precise, this is a Lingshan mountain, one connected to the other, with eighteen.

A mountain of spirits connected together can be called a "holy place."

It can be seen that the host here is definitely a great man.

"Sacred sword holy land."

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked at the huge stele standing in front of him. On the stele, there were four vigorous ancient writings, carrying four frightening swords.

The four words, turned into four figures, emerged from the stone monument, and are constantly regenerating sword moves.

Each word represents a kind of inscrutable swordsmanship.

Eight hundred years ago ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Zhang Ruochen has been here, I have seen this monument long ago, and I have seen these four words, and nothing seems to have changed.

Only the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to become thicker.

The Holy Sword Holy Land has been attached to the Zhang family for generations, loyal to the Zhang family. Eight hundred years ago, the owner of the Excalibur Holy Land was the sixth disciple of the Ming Emperor, named Lu Yuanzhi, who had reached the level of the Master of the Refiner.

Of course, the identities of Divine Sword Holy Land and Lu Yuanzhi are very secretive. Except Ming Emperor and Zhang Ruochen, no more than five people know this.

At that time, when the Emperor Ming brought Zhang Ruochen to the Holy Sword Holy Land, he told Zhang Ruochen that if there was no way out, everyone in the world would be unreliable, and only Lu Yuanzhi could believe.

"Has 800 years passed, is Brother Lu still alive?" Zhang Ruochen squeezed his hands tightly, his mind was full of thoughts.

At that time, the eight disciples of Ming Emperor were all over 100 years old. Although Zhang Ruochen was with their peers, the age gap was very large.

Eight hundred years later, if Lu Yuanzhi was still alive, he should also be 970 years old.