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"Master! What happened?"

Yuan Xiang was shocked, but he didn't know what was going on. He stepped forward and scrupulously. He jumped his feet in a hurry.

"Master..."

Lin Baimei's expression also changed drastically, feeling at a loss, not knowing what had happened.

"I'm fine..."

Zeng San reluctantly raised his hand to stop the panic of a person.

"master."

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

"It's not in the way."

Zeng San took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. The purple between the eyebrows slowly receded, and the drooping eyelids covered the vibration in the eyes:

"Pak Mei, you go out for me to comfort the pedestrians, compensate them for their losses, don't let people take advantage of the fire..."

Zeng Sanqiang calmed down by himself, but recalling the purple light, his heart still throbbed, and he couldn't calm down for a while.

The Tianren Wangqi technique is passed down by the master, the first of the seventy-two magical powers of Confucianism, the most adept at the Qi, can glimpse the past and the future, and can calculate the changes of the world.

He used the sound of various chants and prayers as a guide before, and wanted to use this technique to spy out the people behind the various ‘gods’, but he didn’t want to receive a huge backlash.

That touch of purple...

"Yes......"

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

Although the previous shock was confined to the chariot, Zeng San's realm was so high, and the slight overflow and leakage have caused a large number of people to turn their backs.

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

"In the end what happened?"

Lin Baimei glanced back at the carriage, shook his head, and stepped forward to comfort a crowd of frightened traders and passers-by.

In the carriage, Yuanxiang was a little uneasy: "Master, could it be that behind these gods are those..."

It has a keen sense of perception, and can clearly detect the instability of its master's soul, the disorder of mana, and the aura of the suppressed "Ten Thousand Dragons Destroying Dao Great Supernatural Power" has a boiling tendency.

Wanlong's Nest Lord is the best in the world. If the supernatural powers he left behind can't be suppressed, I'm afraid that his master will sit down on the spot.

Naturally, this will not happen suddenly, and obviously has something to do with the previous ‘road god’.

"Really Daxiadi?"

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

His history is not only the history of Confucianism, but also the history of the world. He naturally understands many secrets that ordinary people don't know.

For example, the God of Great Summer Value.

The so-called **** of value is the ‘god’ born by the Great Summer Master’s Mansion to conquer the world’s benevolent demon souls to resist the world’s demons and demons.

It does not inherit the decree of the heavens, but only serves the mansion of the heavenly master, and only respects the "ancestor of the earth immortal."

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

Now it actually reappears between heaven and earth...

As all thoughts flickered in his mind, Zeng San frowned slightly, raising his eyebrows to look out of the car curtain lifted by the wind.

In the sky, a few streams of light whizzed out, the speed was extremely fast, just a few moments before and after it had already come to the sky above the official road:

"Dare to ask in the car below, but Old Master Zeng is in person?"

"People from Jing Yesi..."

Yuan Xiang shook his nose and snorted coldly in disgust, "Now that I know that my master is here, how can you dare to be condescending?"

Lingquan Road forbids people to fly across, but Jing Yesi is the only exception.

With Yuan Xiang's cold snort, an invisible and qualitative majestic force has already burst out of the chariot, just a horizontal push, as if to shoot all these streams of light on the ground with one blow.

"Yuanxiang?"

A slightly surprised exclamation came from the streamer, and then the streamer dispersed, and several middle-aged men in soap horn shirts landed on the ground.

Glancing at the angrily Yuanxiang in the chariot, he bowed and said, "I'll wait for recklessness, and ask the Master not to be offended."

Confucianism is the most prominent school of the world, and its status is extremely high in the three dynasties, especially in the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Although Zeng Sanfei is the leader of the two families of ‘Holy’ and ‘King’, his status is also extremely high. Even if Jing Yesi is extremely powerful, he does not dare to neglect.

"The one who doesn't know is not guilty."

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

"How many people are welcoming this far, I don't know what's important?"

The masters of Jing Yesi glanced at each other, and they all approached the chariot. First they saluted respectfully before saying:

"Back to Master Zeng, I am waiting for this to come to meet the Master at the order of the master of my family."

"I heard that Zhang Sizhu had been in retreat many years ago, how can I have a leisurely desire to see the old man?"

Zeng San sat still and calmed down the turbulent aura, but there was a hint of thought in his eyes.

The court of the Great Zhou Dynasty, respected by the emperor, if the emperor does not come out, the prince will supervise the country, and the high priest will rule the general rule. In addition, the Jingye and the three gongs are the most noble.

The status of Zhang Feng Mansion is still above San Gong, and he has no friendship with him, so he suddenly invited...

"The Secretary has been out of customs for many years. As for why I want to see the Master, it is not for me to know."

Those masters of Jing Yesi looked respectful, but didn't answer Zeng San's doubts, just said: "Please also ask the Master to follow me and ask the master personally..."

"Bold!"

Yuan Xiang shook his nose and pronounced it furiously. The sound waves rolled away like thousands of thunder and lightning, shaking the sky: "Zhang Feng Mansion is so rude, is it such an attitude to invite my master to come home?!"

Yuan Xiang was angry, and the heavens and the earth changed.

The extremely majestic blood qi leaped into the air, and its own billowing thunderclouds were photographed by its qi and blood, intertwined vertically and horizontally, and a few moments had already turned into dark clouds to obscure the sky.

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

A few masters of Jing Yesi didn't seem to care about the changes in the sky, and bowed still: "I also ask the master to believe that the master of my family has no intention of neglecting. In fact, there are some things that can't be said."

"Oh?"

Zeng Sany raised his hand, dissipated the dark clouds and wind that had gathered, and said lightly: "So, let's go for a while."

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

Don't forget to look back at Lin Baimei: "Lin Xiaozi, don't you keep up?"

"Coming soon!"

Lin Baimei was naturally paying attention to where the car wheel was. At this moment, he heard the call and hurriedly dropped the money, and also rose from the sky, and landed in front of the car wheel.

Several masters of Jing Yesi frowned slightly, and also rose from the sky, leaving in the form of streamers.

"Jing Ye Si..."

Lin Baimei stared at the streamers on the chariot, with doubts in his heart. Jing Ye Si was the number one violent institution in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and he quickly disagrees with Confucianism. How could he invite Master Zeng?

Suspiciously in his mind, those streams of light suddenly accelerated past the car wheel, pulling out the scorching wind current, and heading towards the distant city.

"Humph!"

Yuan Xiang snorted coldly, and speeded up, before long, he surpassed those middle-aged people again.

After repeating this several times, those streams of light suddenly landed, but the city was already here.

"If you fall in the distance, don't pass the city head!"

Yuan Xiang was thinking of surpassing a few people completely, but he heard Zeng San in the chariot speak, his body shook, and he had to drop his head.

"Old Master Zeng."

The few masters of Jing Yesi also fell behind the chariot, and bowed respectfully: "My housekeeper, right now is in the city of Beaulieu..."

Lin Baibrows bowed and lifted the driving curtain, Zeng San walked out of the car without hurriedly, just glanced at it, his brows suddenly wrinkled, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes:

"How could it be Panlong City?"

Panlong City is the place where the Longxing ancestor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was born, the place where the Great Zhou Taizu was born, and it was once the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and only symbolic meaning remains.

No matter whether it is prosperous or otherwise, it is not as good as other big cities, and the heavy city can only be regarded as an ancient city.

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

"The Secretary..." What else the masters of Jing Yesi have to say.

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

Zeng San waved his hand, stepped forward, and disappeared in front of everyone. The speed was so fast that even the few people present were considered masters, and there was no trace of it.

"master!"

Yuan Xiang dumped the car wheel and was about to follow, but was stopped by those masters of Jing Yesi: "Stop!"

"You dare to stop me!"

Yuan Xiang was about to get angry, but Lin Baimei also followed, grabbing Yuan Xiang's tail, and said in a deep voice, "The Master doesn't want us to enter the city..."

"The city of Beaulieu is the ancestral land of the Great Zhou. Although your Excellency is a Yuanxiang, if you dare to collide with the aura of the ancestral land, the Master may not be able to save you!"

The eyebrows of several Jing Yesi masters were drooping, but they were neither humble nor overbearing, and their auras were connected horizontally and horizontally, like an iron curtain, before Yuanxiang.

Yuan Xiang hummingly glanced at a few people, then turned around fiercely, flicked his nose, and broke up a large sea of ​​clouds in the sky, making the sound of billowing thunder and bursting.

......

Although Panlong City is an ancient city, the repairs to the city walls, roads and many houses are excellent. While the breath of time is perfectly preserved, there is no trace of omission or decay.

Although there are not many people in the city, it can be regarded as lively.

Once Zeng San stepped out, he had already crossed the city gate and entered the city of Beaulieu.

This famous ancient city in the Great Zhou Dynasty, in the Great Zhou Ancestral Land, also has an aura similar to the "Road God", "Door God" and "Giant Spirit God"!

Although this breath was inaudible, the ordinary primordial spirit cultivator might not be able to detect it, but he couldn't hide it from him.

"Here......"

Zeng San stared at it and stepped on himself for a moment, UU reading www.uukanshu.com walked through the streets without hurriedly, scanning the various statues of gods, thinking more in his mind.

Before long, he had already walked through the small city and came to the end of an alley.

This is a quiet small courtyard, not too big, but very tidy, even if the front door is spotless, there are still tall teenagers cleaning it.

"Good boy, good boy..."

Looking at the young man, Zeng stroking his long beard with three hands, his eyes lit up: "Young man, what is your name? Who is your grown-up?"

This young man has a slender figure and a nearly perfect physique. His face is even more beautiful as a god. He has seen men and women in his life, but in terms of posture, no one can compare with him.

"Ok?"

After hearing Zeng San's question, the young talent slowly raised his head and responded with a smile: "Boy Yang Jian, what do you call the old gentleman?"