From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

Seeing that the carefully refined Bauhinia Pearl was half destroyed.

Gong Jun's heart felt like it was bleeding, this set of inferior magic tools contained the hard work of his thirty years of cultivation, and had long been refined into his life-long possession. As their quality declined, his realm became shaky and he almost retreated back to the cave realm, and his path was covered in dust.

"You are so evil and have evil intentions!"

Gong Jun's expression was no longer gentle. According to the rules of Zhengyang Mountain, the competition between cultivators evolved into a fight to the death. It all depended on the intentions of both parties. The strong were respected. This caused a huge change in the style of Zhengyang Mountain compared to more than 2,000 years ago, but it also accumulated a lot of strength.

Gong Jun raised his left hand and clenched his right wrist tightly. The Bauhinia beads shattered one by one. The sharp fragments cut his palm and drew out gurgling blood. The blood loss made his face as pale as a ghost, and his realm fell completely back to the cave.

"Then use your heavy weapon to compensate me!"

Red mist filled the air, and fragments of redbud were strung together into lines, weaving an impenetrable net. This kind of thorn seemed to have a strong combustion-supporting property. The flames rose, making the hall instantly hot. The blazing net pounced forward, as if to kill the enemy.

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded in the hall.

Jiang Yuan's bones seemed to shift, and the area three feet around him was flowing with a powerful fist force similar to that of a pure warrior. A golden thread wrapped around him, like a dragon bending its bones or a dragon bending its body, and then rushed forward with a "swoosh".

"puff!"

His arm was like a knife, and his golden fist was extremely sharp. With just a slight cut, Gong Jun's head flew off. A large amount of blood spurted out from the broken neck, and his face was full of confusion.

Jiang Yuan slowed down, and the red spider web behind him dissipated in the wind.

The palace was completely silent.

Tao Ran came to his senses and realized that this was definitely a pure warrior who had achieved the strongest fifth realm and was a natural born martial arts master.

Leng Qi laughed out of anger. She was not sad about the death of her disciple. She could even say that the effect was far beyond her expectations. However, she lost all her face and it was hard for her to escape from the shame.

"How dare you, slaughtering your fellow disciples in broad daylight, and using the power of a heavy weapon to launch a sneak attack. How shameful!"

A young descendant stood up and shouted angrily.

The palace went from dead silence to bustle again, as if a powder keg had exploded, with discussions pouring in.

Jiang Yuan turned around, his eyes calm, he first stretched out his palm, then hooked four fingers.

"Come to die."

Everyone was stunned with astonishment. The young direct descendant's face turned red with anger. He wanted to go on stage but was stopped by the senior brother from Qiongzhi Peak.

Su Jia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and secretly felt guilty. If it weren't for the deep hatred of Huajian Peak, his junior brother, a very young sword cultivator at the Longmen Realm, would definitely be trained as a sword immortal seed even if he went to a large sect in the Central Plains or an ascending sect. With a golden branch and jade leaf body with above-class aptitude, he would be able to make great progress in practicing Taoism.

In comparison, what Huajianfeng can give is insignificant, but it is also involved in a lot of troubles.

The scene was in chaos. The eldest senior brother from Qiongzhi Peak came forward to collect the body of his junior brother. He sadly accused someone of murdering the hero without any contribution, which almost caused a mutiny.

From the beginning to the end of the competition, Leng Qi seemed like a marginal person with a very weak presence.

Su Jia took Jiang Yuan to say goodbye and leave early.

Although it is midsummer, Miaoyin Pavilion feels like autumn, with cool breezes blowing on your face, springs gurgling, ancient trees towering into the sky, and swaying trees casting large areas of coolness, together forming a secluded paradise.

Su Jiasu gently tugged at her black hair and asked softly, "Junior brother, what should we do next?" Jiang Yuan replied nonchalantly, "Just wait. Leng Qi will step on the road to death step by step. Let her do whatever she wants now. Your purple gold sword-cultivating gourd is of good quality, at least at the level of a mountain treasure. If you keep it with you all the way, it won't be difficult to cultivate a flying sword. The previous ten days of seclusion have made Leng Qi feel uneasy. She won't let you grow."

Su Jia turned around, her pretty face was full of seriousness, and she said, "I'm talking about you. After today, your reputation will be ruined. How can I make it up to you?"

Jiang Yuan put his fingers together and lightly waved, stuffing the two natal flying swords into the purple gold sword-raising gourd of "Sword Servant No. 2".

Su Jia felt something indescribable was strange, and was about to speak, but the other party raised his hand to stop him.

Not long after, a charming girl chased out.

The head of Miaoyin Pavilion apologized, "I'm sorry, everyone in the palace is very angry. I'm afraid Miaoyin Pavilion can no longer serve you. I have two tokens here, which are the VIP status of the Lantern Festival in seven days. I hope you can forgive me for this."

Su Jia took the token with a smile, and after the other party left, he muttered quietly: "Old witch, you have bad intentions."

Jiang Yuan looked normal, and then rumors started to spread.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was seven days later.

At night, the scenery of the secondary capital is magnificent, with stars dotting the sky and moonlight falling into the city like thin smoke. The whole majestic city seems to be shrouded in a veil.

In order to restore order, the Zhengyang Army held a large-scale celebration ceremony. In the future, the Yunxiao Dynasty will be incorporated into the territory of the Zhuying Dynasty, and all major immortal forces have begun to manage their own territories.

As a symbol of the national destiny of the Yunxiao Dynasty, the secondary capital is the top priority of the Zhengyang Mountain development plan. Great efforts have been spared to transport a large number of people from the Mountain Gate Secret Realm and various places to restore its prosperity.

The streets were bustling with people, and despite the war outside, the secondary capital was peaceful like a paradise, thus attracting people and merchants from all directions.

The Feihua Poetry Competition, the Martial Arts and Sword Fighting Competition, the Lantern and Wine Drinking Competition and other events were held simultaneously, and the temporary capital was in a state of excitement.

The two men walked side by side. The middle-aged man was not tall, but very strong, with bronze skin and a remarkable sense of strength. He had long black hair and bright eyes, and was very sharp. Wen Shifei, the only junior brother of Li Tuanjing in Fenglei Garden, was a perfect swordsman in the Golden Core Realm. He was awe-inspiring and famous throughout the continent. He once had the feat of asking the Ten Peak Masters of Zhengyang Mountain for swordsmanship.

Next to him was a half-drunk young man, who was as famous as his uncle, and ranked sixth among the ten young men in the continent. He undoubtedly had the good qualities to reach the Jade Raw Material Realm, and was a cultivation genius born in the chaotic times.

Wen Shifei glanced at his nephew, slightly dissatisfied, and said, "A woman, is she really so obsessed with you?"

"Now the whole city is saying that Su Jia from Zhengyang Mountain and her junior fellow apprentice have been staying in the same room for seven days."

"Ask yourself, is it possible that nothing happened? Or do you think that as a modern fairy, you can't afford to spend a few snowflakes, so why do you have to squeeze into the same room with others?"

"Now that things have come to this, why are you still obsessed with it? Are you dreaming all day long, waiting for someone to turn around and like you for no reason?"

Liu Baqiao smiled slightly bitterly, "It's right that Fairy Su doesn't like me. There is no such thing as me liking someone and that person must like me in return."

The uncle felt uncomfortable after hearing the gossip, and cursed inwardly, saying, "I'll go with you to take a look. What you said is indeed not reasonable, but we also have to see if the beloved woman is lucky enough to meet a good man."

Liu Baqiao's eyes lit up, "So it turns out that Master Uncle also understands romance."

Wen Shifei kicked his nephew and said, "Don't compare me with you."

(End of this chapter)