Signing Into Immortal Martial World

Second on the weekly list!

In other words.

That is to say, today, on top of many martial arts peaks, he ranks second among the top men.

Only fifteen years old, ranked second in the list.

This achievement has never been achieved by anyone in the arena.

The eyes of Pang Jingyang, the first seat of Qinglong Peak, flickered, muttering to himself:

"Zuo Duanyun, this generation has the most hope to become a disciple of the Shangyin School of the Confucian leader in the world."

"The Haoran Longsword he learned has reached the noble state of'filling the world, the most powerful'."

"If it weren't for the innate master who cultivated the martial art body, he wouldn't even be able to stop him with a single sword."

"Well-deserved top spot on Zhou Tian's list."

"It's just this second place..."

A glamorous woman in a purple palace dress entered the hall at random and chose a chair to sit down at random.

She opened her lips lightly, her voice was as clear as a jade, and she took the conversation and said:

"The Holy Land ranks the Imperial Crown Prince of Zhou in second place, which is clearly a declaration that even though Zhao Mu's martial arts is outstanding and capable of rivaling the six great masters, he can only stay below the Shangyin Academy."

"If he is not allowed to be on the list, he will appear to be small, and it would be the most appropriate to rank second."

Pang Jingyang seemed to be accustomed to the impunity of the purple-clothed woman's words and deeds, and didn't care about her interruption, sighed:

"On one side is the Great Zhou Zhenlong, on the other side is the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Years... a headache."

Just like Tianlong Temple, Yunzhongju considered it.

There are ten major authentic schools in Shenzhou, three of which are located in the territory of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

When the two sides compete, how to deal with themselves is a big problem.

"Master still wants to stand in line as soon as possible? The current situation is obviously more secure to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight."

The glamorous woman in the purple palace dress raised her eyebrows, showing a sense of unruly.

"Furthermore, there is no turn to get involved in the cloud."

"Bathba of the Imamong Palace of Maha has passed Hanzhou and will arrive in Tianjing in January at the latest."

"He ranks fifth on the Weekly Ranking. Whether it comes from Liangzi, who was formed by the death of Gan Napo, or from martial arts, he will go further and become famous in the world. If he can't say that he must challenge him."

"There is also the popular teaching of Hunyuan Dao. This person is the most unruly, a fanatic."

"How can you tolerate yourself under the ‘child’ of a hair-fixing year?"

"The Lanmen Swordsman, Mi Xueyi, never kills the unknown."

"But who is more famous in China's Middle-earth China today than that great Zhou prince?"

Hearing his apprentice's analysis of the pros and cons, Pang Jingyang's expression became more solemn.

The Crown Prince of the Great Zhou suddenly appeared on the Weekly Ranking and ranked second.

Seems to be famous for it, but in fact it is suspected of killing.

Many innate masters who do not care about the world and live in seclusion may regard it as a stepping stone.

Gearing up, waiting for the opportunity.

"People in the arena, who can ignore the word fame and fortune."

Pang Jingyang shook his head and sighed.

"Finally, I'll talk about it when the instructor leaves the customs."

It has been ten years since Yunzhong’s head teacher retreats, and all the affairs in the faction are handed over to the two firsts, Qinglong Peak and Shenxiang Peak.

The glamorous woman in the purple palace dress had Erlang's legs upright, not at all dignified.

The pretty face showed sarcasm and smiled:

"This kind of killing with a knife in a smile and a pen knife is also in line with the usual style of Shangyin Academy."

Pang Jingyang's expression was a little ugly, and he whispered:

"What are you talking about? Scholars love to hold grudges, and they are narrow-minded. If it reaches their ears, how can they count on you?"

"Want to think about the cliff face again?"

The glamorous woman in the purple palace dress shrank her neck and stopped speaking.

Her name is Ning Xiazhu, Pang Jingyang's personal disciple, Master Sister Qinglongfeng.

Twenty years old, he is already a seven-fold mortal realm, a dragon-like master.

Together with Cheng Yi, the master of Shenxiangfeng, they are called "Double Walls in the Clouds".

Among the arena, it is also considered small and famous.

"It will be difficult for the prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty to compete with the Holy Land for the seat of the world's co-lord."

Pang Jingyang was not optimistic about the other party, regretting:

"Don't say anything else, if the two dynasties of Da Chu and Dayu, if they join forces to defeat Zhou, can he stop them?"

"For thousands of years, why are there only mortal immortals who cross the Chinese state, and never the martial emperor of the 49 states?"

"Because of the national destiny, people's sentiment, and vitality, it is most vulnerable to damage."

"The lord of a dynasty inherits the destiny of heaven and shoulders the lives and deaths and destinies of hundreds of millions of people."

"This is a shackle, and a calamity!"

"He hasn't ascended the throne, if he really becomes the emperor."

"The Holy Land really let go, there are too many ways to let it fall into the clouds."

Ning Xiazhu snorted softly, seemingly unconvinced, and raised her chin:

"I don't think so!"

"The young prince who is only fifteen years old, kills the six great masters, who can do this kind of legend?"

"Prisoned in Lenggong, like a long Qianyuan, dormant forbearing, and then soaring into the sky, taking sole control!"

"How many people have this kind of xinxing?"

"Another ten years! As long as the Great Zhou can last ten years and let His Highness grow up, I am afraid that the Holy Land will not be able to hold it!"

The more she talked, the more excited she was, and she was a little bit happy and joyous.

Pang Jingyang frowned slightly, feeling something was wrong.

This stubborn apprentice in his own family usually treats men in the world as a filthy thing.

Why, changed your attitude for an unprecedented time?

Still talking about His Royal Highness?

"Do you admire that great prince Zhou so much?"

Pang Jingyang asked quietly.

"That's natural! Master, I also know a little bit about it, and I just started to admire it."

Ning Xiazhu nodded decisively and continued:

"Longer than cold palace, lurking minions, this person is extraordinary!"

"What's more, he is also handsome and handsome, and his demeanor is frightening."

"I heard that after killing the giants of the Demon Gate that day, the Crown Prince of Zhou wore a python robe, rode a steed, and crossed the long street, which attracted countless ladies in the capital city to be obsessed."

"He might only be ranked second on the weekly list."

"But if it's about temperament and appearance, the cloud on the left side of the Shangyin Academy may not be as good as that."

Pang Jingyang's face twitched, gritted his teeth and said:

"Do you know exactly what the parents know?"

Ning Xiazhu proudly said:

"Master doesn't know anything about it. Some painters have copied the scene of that night and sold it to Miss Jingzhong."

"After that, this painting was vying for popularity, and countless people imitated it and sold it very well."

"In the beginning, it only cost two taels of silver, but now it has been fetched to ten taels."

"Gradually it spread from Tianjing to Dingzhou, and it was hard for me to grab...bought a pair from Bizhufeng's junior sister."

Pang Jingyang became more and more angry when he listened, and finally became furious and slapped the table hard.

Bang!

Boom!

Cups of tea splashed out!

The first Qinglong Peak pointed at his apprentice and cursed:

"What kind of decent way! Don't forget, you are allowed by others! If Master Cheng's nephew of Shenxiangfeng knows, what should he think?"

"Pass it out, Qinglong Peak has no face!"

This time, Ning Xiazhu was not afraid at all.

Xue Baizhen raised her head high and said in a higher tone:

"It's just a picture, and I didn't find a man to secretly meet, so how come I am embarrassed?"

"Then if Cheng Yi is upset, he can just cancel the marriage contract! I don't want to marry him anyway!"

Pang Jingyang was stunned on the spot, and almost didn't catch his breath.

With eight layers of dignified mortal realm, the **** becomes a master, and he won't get tired after fighting hard for a few days.

At this time, the blood flowed back, rushing to the forehead, and felt a headache.

"presumptuous!"

After a while, a thunderous burst resounded through Qinglong Peak.

"Senior Sister Ning must have annoyed the first seater again."

"Often things happen, get used to it."

"Come, come! Let's continue to tell the story of the great Zhou prince shaking the demon gate with one hand and turning over the grand master!"

"..."

The top of Qinglong Peak.

In the hall.

Pang Jingyang gasped heavily, looked at his apprentice, and said in a deep voice:

"I just take what you said just now, it's all joking, not as an example."

Ning Xiazhu was reluctant, clasping her hands on her chest, tilting her head and saying:

"I really don't want to marry Cheng Yi."

Pang Jingyang's anger that had only subsided, he suddenly rushed up again, yelling:

"What's wrong with Nephew Cheng?"

"On quality, it is also the best choice."

"On martial arts, not much worse than you."

"On the family history, he is also the son of a distinguished family."

"What's more, the marriage of the two peaks of the blue dragon and the idol is a great happy event!"

Ning Xiazhu raised her eyebrows, looking forward to flying, saying every word:

"Cheng Yi is too soft."

Pang Jingyang was stunned, and then thought about it.

He opened his mouth and squeezed out a sentence for a long time:

"You... shameless!"

Ning Xiazhu pretended to be surprised, blinking brightly, and explained:

"I mean he is too soft-tempered, Master, where did you think about it."

"If you want to marry, I must also marry an indomitable hero!"

Pang Jingyang seemed to be numb, too lazy to get angry, and sneered:

"What is a hero? A figure like the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

Ning Xiazhu Xiafei's cheeks drooped lightly, and she nodded slightly.

Pang Jingyang only felt angry and funny, and he didn't know what evil his apprentice was in. He said with exhaustion:

"The prince Zhou is only fifteen years old, you are five years older than him!"

Ning Xiazhu is righteous and confident~www.wuxiaspot.com~ immediately said:

"I like tender ones."

Pang Jingyang replied:

"That person may not like... the old one!"

Ning Xiazhu held up her chest and raised her head, quite confident, and said loudly:

"Maybe, Bizhufeng's senior sister said, men seem to like all kinds of strange things, but in fact they are very single, and they love young and beautiful women."

However, Pang Jingyang did not want to entangle himself with his apprentice any more, waved his hand and said:

"Do you really want to be a concubine in the palace? Don't mention these ridiculous things in the future, or you will think about the cliff face!"

Ning Xiazhu still didn't stop, and whispered:

"Senior sisters and sisters have said, marrying your husband should be like the emperor Mu..."

Pang Jingyang glared in anger, smashed the tea cup with his hand, and roared:

"He hasn't ascended the throne yet!"

Ning Xiazhu ran extremely fast, and the purple-robed palace costume disappeared for a moment, leaving only a lingering sound that echoed in the room:

"Sooner or later I will be enthroned..."

After calming down, Pang Jingyang sat back in the chair, thinking:

"The Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty is about to ascend the throne. Is Yun Zhongju going to give gifts or not?"

...

...

Zixiao Palace.

Round the island Kuju.

In front of the quiet pool full of white lotus flowers on the other side.

Wearing a black Taoist robe, the old Taoist with white hair is sad, looking at the last withered golden lotus of luck, infinite hatred in his voice:

"The Grand Ceremony of the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou! The Zixiao Palace must go! A great gift!"