80 Years Of Signing-In At The Cold Palace, I Am Unrivalled

Ten years later, the cold palace is still the same.

Just some parts of the interior cleaned up.

It was Lin Tianyuan who cleaned it up. He cleaned the huge garden and created a lake, so that Lin Jiufeng could have a place to relax.

In the past ten years, Lin Jiufeng no longer needed the help of the Hanyu Bed in his practice, so he gave the Hanyu Bed to Lin Tianyuan.

Apart from signing in every day, Lin Jiufeng sat quietly by the lake, looking at the sky, the ground, and the water...

Lin Jiufeng's cultivation has reached the peak of the great master.

The realm of Martial Saint is right in front of you.

He can reach out and pierce this realm.

But Lin Jiufeng was not in a hurry to break through.

"The realm of martial arts surpasses all the previous ones. Being a martial arts saint, he not only accumulates true energy and develops meridians, but also comprehends the artistic conception of martial arts, gives birth to martial arts will, and destroys all enemies with his fists." Lin Jiufeng murmured inwardly.

He has been accumulating his own martial arts will over the past few years.

After five years, Lin Jiufeng's martial arts will is as strong as the ocean, and it is bottomless.

He looked at the wide lake in front of him, pointed it like a sword, and gently picked it up.

boom!

The water in the entire lake jumped up at this moment, splashing and turning into countless long swords.

This scene was seen by Lin Tianyuan in the distance, his eyes widened.

Lin Jiufeng's infuriating energy was useless. He was just an ordinary person at the moment, but with one thought, the lake water condensed tens of thousands of long swords, all flew into the sky, and then exploded.

Whoa!

The sword rain fell, and every drop was enough to kill the great master. In front of Lin Jiufeng's eyes, it fell into the lake.

The uncontrollable true qi in Lin Jiufeng's body condensed and turned into water droplets.

One drop!

Two drops!

Three drops!

At this moment, a huge body of infuriating energy condensed into a river, flowing through Lin Jiufeng's body.

He closed his eyes and wandered the world with his soul.

He saw a small grass breaking through the soil in the distance, showing its head tenaciously.

He saw the fish in the lake swimming away in a panic, as if he was startled by Lin Jiufeng just now.

He also saw ants in the soil building their nests, and the ants in one nest were hard at work.

...

Lin Jiufeng opened his eyes, and in his eyes, the world seemed to have undergone great changes.

But it seems that nothing has changed.

Lin Jiufeng smiled: "The realm of Martial Saint is not too difficult."

After five years, Lin Jiufeng realized such a huge martial arts will, and now he closes his eyes and breaks through the martial arts.

It can be described as extremely scary and powerful.

"The Martial Saint Realm is divided into several levels. The first entry is Dongxuan, and the martial arts is Dongxuan." Lin Jiufeng thought silently.

The realm of Dongxuan is the first step of the Martial Saint.

The competition in this realm is not about the amount of infuriating energy, or the strength of the martial arts, but the will of the martial arts.

At this moment, Lin Jiufeng recalled the two martial sages Huajian Patriarch and Wuming more than ten years ago, and couldn't help but sigh: "They are both very weak martial sages."

The martial arts will of the ancestors of Huajian can be called weak.

And the nameless martial arts will not at all, he used Lin Jiufeng to use the sword twenty-two, and he just slashed the opponent with one sword.

After all, if a corpse is resurrected, it is already very good to have the strength of a Martial Saint. Where is the will of Martial Dao?

Lin Jiufeng compared his martial arts will with theirs.

The difference between a drop of water and the sea.

"It can be destroyed with a flick of a finger." Lin Jiufeng sighed with emotion.

The martial dao will that he spent five years comprehending is really too strong.

...

After Lin Jiufeng's breakthrough, life went on as usual, occasionally giving Lin Tianyuan pointers, and spending the rest of the time comprehending his own martial arts will.

But Emperor Yuan, who hadn't come to the Cold Palace for ten years, came today.

The current Emperor Yuan is not as immature as before. Ten years later, he is already thirty years old. The emperor is very majestic, and his cultivation has also entered the realm of Jindan.

Not far from the master realm.

But he wants to break through Wu Sheng in this life, basically hopeless.

He got caught up in trivia.

"Big brother!" After not seeing each other for ten years, Emperor Yuan shouted cordially when he saw Lin Jiufeng.

It's just that he is very strange, why the big brother hasn't changed in ten years.

Although practice can keep your face, but the temperament of different periods is still different.

As for Lin Jiufeng, ten years are like one day, smiling like a bright moon in her arms, the breeze blowing on her face, and being by his side, she unconsciously calms down.

"Father." Lin Tianyuan shouted respectfully.

He did not enter the royal family tree and could not call his father the emperor.

Emperor Yuan smiled softly. Compared with his father, he preferred the title of father.

"How are you doing recently?" Emperor Yuan asked with concern.

"Father, Mr. taught me a lot, especially the martial arts. Mr. is broad and profound, but the child is stupid and didn't learn one percent of it." Lin Tianyuan said ashamed.

"Okay, your husband is very knowledgeable, but you are not bad. You have reached the realm of Jindan at a young age, and you will have a bright future in the future." Emperor Yuan didn't take Lin Tianyuan's words to heart, and just regarded it as a compliment to his elder brother.

The elder brother has extensive and profound literature, he believes.

But the eldest brother's martial arts was abolished in the past, which is well known in the court and the public. Although he practiced again now, he could not return to the peak.

"Why do you have time to come?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously when he saw Emperor Yuan again after ten years.

Lin Jiufeng would listen to Dachun talk about Yuandi's reforms every seven days.

He really carried out reforms on the basis of many bones, and he has not rested for a day in ten years.

Lin Jiufeng couldn't help feeling sometimes that Emperor Yuan was really suitable to be the emperor.

"I haven't seen my big brother for ten years. Come and have a look today." Emperor Yuan sat beside Lin Jiufeng, and his impatience became relieved by the invasion of Lin Jiufeng's magnetic field.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and the pressure that had been pressing in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He closed his eyes comfortably.

Lin Jiufeng glanced at it, but did not speak. Every move of the Martial Saint Realm can infect the people around him, and it has a special magnetic field, which is also the meaning of the title of [Saint] in this realm.

"Brother, I'm here to see you and take Tianyuan with me. He's fifteen years old. It's time to go out and explore. After all, he also has Jindan cultivation base." Yuandi said.

"Well, take him out." Lin Jiufeng said indifferently, anyway, he didn't plan to teach Lin Tianyuan for the rest of his life.

He can't sign in, and has been living with him in the cold palace, what is it?

"Father, the child wants to continue to study with Mr. Lin." Lin Tianyuan insisted.

He had seen the strange scene of Lin Jiufeng breaking through the realm of the Martial Saint, and he believed in his heart that Lin Jiufeng was very powerful, and he was willing to leave.

"Father is going to do a big thing next, and I need your help. Father doesn't trust other people." Emperor Yuan said solemnly.

"Go out, the cold palace is not your home, you can come back to me if you have any difficulties in the future." Lin Jiufeng gave a promise, and they lived together for ten years less.

Lin Tianyuan wanted to say something, but Emperor Yuan was very busy, so he took him away directly.

...

Late at night, the Forbidden City, the central hall, is brightly lit.

This is where the emperors of the past dynasties dealt with official duties and met with important ministers.

At this moment, Emperor Yuan, who has been on the throne for eleven years, is sitting on the dragon chair, and an old man is standing below, dressed in official uniform.

Emperor Yuan studied with him when he was young, so he has always been honored as a teacher.

"Teacher, it has been ten years, and I have reformed the Yuhuashen Dynasty for ten years. Except for the nine kings and top sects, other places have implemented the reformed policies. The people live and work in peace and contentment. Determined." Emperor Yuan said solemnly.

"Your Majesty, the disaster of the vassal king and the disaster of the sect family should not be taken too hastily, and their strength should not be underestimated." The chief assistant of the cabinet persuaded.

"Of course I know I can't be too hasty, but I don't have time to wait. It's been ten years and I still can't solve these problems. It will be even more difficult to solve them in the future, so I have decided to cut down the clan first!" Emperor Yuan said coldly.

"Your Majesty, it is absolutely impossible. The forces of the nine great vassal kings united are enough to fight against the imperial power, not to mention that there are demons behind them to support them. This one-time reduction of the vassal is equivalent to forcing them to join forces. Woe." The cabinet chief's face changed greatly, he knelt on the ground, and tried to persuade.

"Needless to say, my will has been decided!" Emperor Yuan was unwavering, his eyes faint and very cold.

He didn't know how difficult it was to cut down the vassal, but now that there are strong enemies both inside and outside, even if he didn't cut down the vassal, these vassal kings would be ready to move.

He must set things right before the other party rebels!

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