"Master! What happened?"

Yuan Xiang was shocked in his heart, but he didn't know what was going on.

"Master..."

Lin Baimei's expression also changed greatly, he was at a loss, and he didn't know what happened.

"I'm fine..."

Zeng San reluctantly raised his hand to stop the panic of one person and one elephant.

"Master."

Yuan Xiang stepped forward, full of worry: "Your injury is more serious..."

"It's fine."

Zeng San took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the purple color between his eyebrows slowly receded, and the drooping eyelid covered the vibration in his eyes:

"Bai Mei, go out on my behalf to appease the pedestrians, compensate them for their losses, don't let people take advantage of the fire..."

Zeng Sanqiang calmed down, but when he recalled that flash of purple light, his heart was still throbbing, and he couldn't calm down for a while.

The qi-watching technique of heaven and man is passed down by the master, and it is the first of the seventy-two supernatural powers of Confucianism.

He used the sound of various chanting and prayers as a guide before, and wanted to use this technique to spy out the people behind these "spirits", but he didn't want to suffer a great backlash.

That touch of purple air...

"Yes......"

Lin Baimei was full of doubts, but she nodded in response, turned and got out of the carriage.

Although the previous shock was only confined to the carriage, Zeng San's realm was so high that a small amount of leakage had already attracted a large crowd of people.

At this time, there was chaos all around, dust filled the official road, and groans were heard one after another.

"In the end what happened?"

Lin Baimei glanced back at the carriage, shook his head, and stepped forward to comfort the frightened merchants and passersby.

In the carriage, Yuan Xiang was a little uneasy: "Master, is it possible that behind these gods are those..."

Its perception is keen, and it can clearly detect that the master's primordial spirit is unstable, the mana is disordered, and the breath of the suppressed 'Wanlong Dao Destruction Supernatural Power' has a tendency to boil.

The Wanlong Nest Master is the best in the world. If one of the magical powers he left behind can't be suppressed, I'm afraid that his master will die on the spot.

Naturally, this won't happen suddenly. Obviously, it has something to do with the "Road God" before.

"It's really a big summer land?"

Holding his trembling beard, Zeng San couldn't calm down for a while, and many thoughts fluctuated.

He has made history from generation to generation, not only in Confucian history, but also in the history of the world. He naturally understands many secrets that are difficult for ordinary people to know.

For example, the God of Great Summer.

The so-called **** of value is the "spirit" born by the Great Summer Palace with great magic power to restrain the souls of the demon spirits and human beings who have good intentions in the world to resist the evil spirits in the world.

It does not obey the will of heaven, but only obeys the Heavenly Master's Mansion, and only respects the 'Ancestor of Earth Immortals'.

But with that earth-shattering turmoil, everything has been buried, the earth has become taboo, and no news has been heard for tens of thousands of years.

Now it actually reappears between heaven and earth...

Between all the thoughts flashing in his heart, Zeng San frowned slightly, raised his eyebrows and looked out of the car curtain lifted by the wind.

In the sky, several streams of light roared, and their speed was extremely fast, and in just a few moments before and after they came to the sky above the official road:

"Dare to ask, in the chariot below, is Old Master Zeng face to face?"

"The people of Jingyesi..."

Yuan Xiang shook his nose, and snorted coldly with some disgust: "Since I know my master is here, how dare you be condescending?"

Lingquan Road prohibits people from flying across, but Jing Yesi is the only exception.

Following Yuan Xiang's cold snort, an invisible and qualitative majestic force burst out from the carriage. It was just a horizontal push, as if it was going to hit all these streams of light on the ground.

"Elemental image?"

A slightly surprised exclamation came from the streamer, and then the streamer dispersed, and several middle-aged men in soap horns fell to the ground.

Glancing at the angry Yuan Xiang in the carriage, he bowed and said, "I'll be reckless, please don't take offense, Master."

Confucianism is the world's most prominent learning, and it has a very high status in the three imperial dynasties, especially the Great Zhou Imperial Court.

Although Zeng Sanfei is the leader of the 'Saint' and 'King' family, his status is very high, even if Jing Yesi is very powerful, he would not dare to neglect him.

"Those who do not know are not guilty."

Zeng San's brows were relieved, and the chariot had moved from the sky, avoiding the noisy official road, and landed on the field outside the official road:

"A few of you have come here from afar, I don't know what's important?"

The masters of Jingye Si looked at each other, and they all approached the carriage. They first saluted respectfully, and then said:

"Master Hui Zeng, I am waiting here, and I am here on the order of the master of my family to welcome the master."

"I heard that Director Zhang has retreated many years ago, how can you have the time to see the old man?"

Zeng San sat still to calm down the turbulent aura, but there was a thought in his eyes.

In the Great Zhou Imperial Court, the emperor is respected. If the emperor leaves, the prince will supervise the country, and the high priest will lead the Fadu Gangchang. In addition, the chief Jingye and the three princes and nine ministers are the most honorable.

Zhang Feng's mansion's status is still higher than that of the third prince, and he has no friendship with him, so he suddenly invited...

"The master has been out of the customs for many years. As for why he wants to see the master, it's up to me to know."

The masters of Jingye Si looked respectful, but they didn't answer Zeng San's doubts, they just said, "Please also ask the master to follow me for a while, and ask the master in person..."

"Bold!"

Yuan Xiang shook his nose and spoke angrily, the sound waves rolling away like thousands of thunder and lightning, shaking the sky: "Zhang Feng's house is so rude, is this the attitude of inviting my master to come to the door?!"

When Yuan Xiang was angry, the color of the world changed.

The extremely majestic blood qi rolled into the air, and the rolling thunderclouds were captured by its qi and blood, intertwined with each other, and in a few moments, it had turned into a dark cloud to cover the sky.

"Master, don't be angry..."

A few Jingye Si masters didn't seem to care about the changes in the sky, and bowed their heads the same way: "I also ask Master to believe that my master has no intention of being negligent. In fact, there are some things that can't be said."

"Oh?"

Zeng Sanyi raised his hand to disperse the gathering dark clouds and wind, and said lightly, "In that case, let's take a walk."

Yuan Xiang moved, jumped out of the chariot, took the reins from the trembling Jiao horse with a flick of his nose, and with a movement, pulled the chariot up.

He didn't forget to look back at Lin Baimei: "Little boy, are you still keeping up?"

"Coming soon!"

Naturally, Lin Baimei was always paying attention to where the chariot was. At this moment, when she heard the call, she hurriedly threw down the money, and she also rose from the sky and landed in front of the chariot.

Several Jing Yesi masters frowned slightly, and also rose from the sky, transforming into a streamer and breaking through the air.

"Jing Yesi..."

Above the carriage, Lin Baimei stared at the streamers, with doubts in his heart. Jing Yesi was the first violent institution in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and Sulai was not compatible with Confucianism. How could he invite Master Zeng?

In his doubts, the streamers suddenly accelerated past the carriage, pulling out the scorching wind and heading towards the distant city.

"Humph!"

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly, and also accelerated his speed, and after a while, he surpassed those middle-aged people again.

After repeating this several times, the streamers suddenly descended, but the city had already arrived.

"If you fall from a distance, don't pass over the city!"

Yuan Xiang originally wanted to surpass a few people completely, but when he heard Zeng San in the chariot speak, his body was shocked, and he had to fall to the cloud head.

"Old Master Zeng."

The masters of Jingye Si also landed behind the carriage and bowed respectfully: "My master, at this moment is in Panlong City..."

Lin Baimei bowed and lifted the curtain of the car, Zeng San stepped out of the chariot in a hurry, just swept his eyes, his brows suddenly twitched, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"How could it be Panlong City?"

Panlong City is the ancestral land of Da Zhou Longxing, the birthplace of Da Zhou Taizu, and it used to be the capital of Da Zhou.

However, after tens of thousands of years, only symbolic meaning remains.

Whether it is prosperous or otherwise, it is not as good as other big cities, heavy cities, and can only be regarded as an ancient city.

Just because of its special significance, there are still many people living here.

"Master, he..." The masters of Jingye Si still have something to say.

"You don't have to lead the way, the old man will go to find him."

Zeng San, however, waved his hand and stepped forward, and he disappeared directly in front of everyone's eyes. His speed was so fast that even the few people present were considered experts, and they couldn't see the slightest trace.

"Master!"

Yuan Xiang got rid of the chariot and was about to follow, but was stopped by the masters of Jingye Si: "Hang on!"

"You dare to stop me!"

Yuan Xiang was about to get angry, but Lin Baimei followed, grabbed Yuan Xiang's tail, and said solemnly, "It's the Master who doesn't want us to enter the city..."

"Panlong City is the ancestral land of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Although Your Excellency is a Yuan Xiang, if you dare to collide with the ancestral land, the Master may not be able to save you!"

Several Jingye Si masters lowered their eyebrows and eyes, but neither humble nor arrogant, their breaths were connected vertically and horizontally, like an iron curtain blocking the primordial elephant.

Yuan Xiangqi glanced at a few people, but turned around fiercely, and with a flick of his nose, he broke up a large sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and made a sound of thunderous explosions.

......

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Zeng San stepped out in one step, and had already crossed the city gate, formed a formation, and stepped into the Panlong City. With a slight glance from the corner of his eye, he found something strange.

In this famous ancient city of Dazhou, the ancestral land of Dazhou also has an aura similar to the 'Road God', 'Door God' and 'Giant Spirit God'!

Although the breath was inaudible, ordinary Primordial Spirit cultivators might not be able to detect it, but they couldn't hide it from him.

"here......"

Zeng San stared at it for a moment and then stepped on his own. He walked slowly and slowly through the streets, swept over the different statues, and thought more in his heart.

Not long after, he had walked through a small half of the city and came to the end of an alley.

This is a small and quiet courtyard. It is not big, but it is very clean. Even if the front door is spotless, there are tall teenagers cleaning it.

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"Good boy, good boy..."

Looking at the young man, Zeng San stroked his long beard, and his eyes could not help light up: "Young man, what's your name? Who is your lord?"

This young man has a slender body, almost perfect physique, and his face is as handsome as a god. He has seen men and women in his life, but in terms of body and appearance, no one can compare with him.

"Ok?"

Hearing Zeng San's question, the young man slowly raised his head and responded with a smile, "Boy Yangjian, what do you call the old gentleman?"