Soul Emperor Martial God

"Duanmu Palace Master." The old man in Tsing Yi arched his hand to the old man in blood.

"Yin Wuchang has made many mistakes just now, please don't worry about it."

"Master of the Wind Palace..." Yin Wuchang was anxious, trying to say something.

"Shut up." The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly.

"Don't you know what the rules are?"

"A warrior in the celestial realm is forbidden to participate in the wars of various kingdoms, and it is forbidden to kill ordinary people."

"If you break the rules, even if you are worshipped by the Fengsheng Empire, the old man will kill you on the spot."

"Palace Master, this..." Yin Wuchang's face was extremely ugly.

"Why don't you come back to the capital with me?" The old man in Tsing Yi yelled coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, countless gusts of wind, as if coming from the heavens and the earth, were extremely powerful.

Yin Wuchang's Heavenly Extreme Realm's cultivation base was faltering in this gang wind, and he couldn't resist it at all.

"The Lord of the Wind Palace calms down his anger." Yin Wuchang hurriedly bowed.

"Humph." The old man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly.

In the next second, the gang wind dissipated.

"Let's go." The old man in Tsing Yi said.

Yin Wuchang nodded.

"Hallmaster Duanmu, this is rude." The old man in Tsing Yi arched his hand at the old man in blood.

"It's okay." The blood-clothed old man waved his hand and said, "It's rare that you old man abide by the rules, and I don't bother to care about it."

The old face of the old man in Tsing Yi was obviously drawn.

"The Celestial Realm is not allowed to participate in the disputes between the kingdoms."

"Fengxu Kingdom, there will never be a celestial realm who dares to go to slaughter."

"but…"

The tone of the old man in Tsing Yi paused, and he looked at Xiao Yi.

"But that kid, it's an indisputable fact that he killed the lord of the storm and the lord of the overlord."

"And then?" The blood-clothed old man stared at the Tsing Yi old man coldly.

"No more." The old man in Tsing Yi shook his head.

"He is not a member of my Fengsha Temple, nor has any relationship with my Fengsha Temple. I will not care."

"As for the private feud between Fengsheng Empire and him, Duanmu Palace Master must have no control over it either."

The old man in Tsing Yi bit the word'private enmity' a bit hard.

The blood-clothed old man shrugged and said nothing.

"Farewell." The old man in Tsing Yi arched his hands, his figure flashed, turning into a blue breeze and left.

Yin Wuchang gritted his teeth, gave Xiao Yi a cold look, and followed away.

The violent wind army below and the strong wind kingdom also retreated.

But for a long time, returning to the outside of Fengcheng, only the strong of Fengxu Kingdom and the army were left.

High in the sky, the blood-clothed old man turned around and looked at Xiao Yi.

Xiao Yi bowed slightly and said, "Thank you, senior, for your help."

The blood-clothed old man had admiration in his eyes, and said, "You are welcome, if I am not mistaken, your physical strength is so strong, you should be a warrior in my Shura Hall."

In the battle just now, Xiao Yi did not use physical power.

But with the ability of the blood-clothed old man, he could see through Xiao Yi's physical strength at a glance.

"Yes." Xiao Yi nodded.

"Is there a position in the Asura Hall?" the blood-clothed old man asked.

"No." Xiao Yi shook his head.

"Take your token." The blood-clothed old man said.

Xiao Yi was puzzled, but still took out the token of Shura Hall.

The blood-clothed old man took the token, glanced at it, and said, "Well, it's not bad, a seventh-level Shura warrior."

Immediately, Wei Wei felt it a bit and returned the token to Xiao Yi.

"From today, you are the deacon of the Asura Hall."

"Um." Xiao Yi was taken aback.

"Why, not willing?" The blood-clothed old man frowned.

"No, just senior..." Xiao Yi wanted to say something.

The blood-clothed old man interrupted, "You don't have to call senior, my surname is Duanmu."

"Hallmaster Duanmu..." Xiao Yi thought for a while, but let it go, and said nothing more.

"Haha." The Duanmu Palace Master smiled, looking at Xiao Yi with admiration.

But this appreciation, after a short while, turned into a frown.

"Boy, if I didn't read it wrong just now, you have a purple spirit." Duanmu Palace Master asked.

Xiao Yi nodded.

He didn't really condense the Bingluan Sword just now, but there was still a hint of purple light.

Purple light flashed by.

Palace Master Duanmu didn't know what martial spirit he was, and he didn't even see the depth of the purple light, but he could still vaguely see that he possessed a purple martial spirit.

Duanmu Palace Lord continued, "This kind of small place is not suitable for you."

"With your qualifications, you should go to more exciting places."

Xiao Yi nodded and said, "I have this intention in the next, and I will leave Fengxu Kingdom in a few days."

"Yeah." The Duanmu Palace Master nodded in satisfaction, he only thought that Xiao Yi was a warrior of the Fengxu Kingdom, but he didn't delve into it.

"Be careful." Duanmu Palace's voice became slightly serious.

"Feng Sheng Empire, there will be no strong people to deal with Fengxu Kingdom."

"But, as long as you take a step out of the Fengxu Kingdom, the powerhouse of the Fengsheng Empire will chase you down immediately."

"The Kuangfeng Badao is the sect founded by the Fengsheng Empire."

"This person is far superior to Yin Wuchang."

"Senior Xie reminded." Xiao Yi arched his hands.

"Yeah." Duanmu Temple said, "If you run into trouble after you leave Fengxu Kingdom, you can come and find me."

After all, Duanmu Palace Master's figure flashed and he had already left.

Go without warning, without sound.

"Um." Xiao Yi was taken aback. He seemed to be very good at talking when he saw the palace master, and wanted to ask more questions.

"Senior, slow."

"I don't know which branch of Shura Hall is the deacon?"

There was a misty sound in the air.

"Wind Holy Region, the first main hall."

"Feng Sheng area, the first main hall." Xiao Yi muttered to himself and nodded.

Whoosh... The next second, the figure flashed and returned to the bottom.

"Young Master Xiao Yi." The strong Fengxu quickly surrounded him.

"Is that the senior of your Asura Palace just now? It seems to be very strong."

Just now, Duanmu Palace Lord did not talk to Fengxu's powerhouses, did not even glance at them.

The real strong possesses the strong demeanor and arrogance.

Xiao Yi shook his head and walked to Du Youyou's side by himself.

Upon seeing this, the Lord Fengxu waved his hand, and waved back from the strong windxu around him.

"Yoyou hasn't woke up yet." Xiao Yi frowned and felt it.

"I checked for Sister Yoyo, and it is not a major problem." Princess Fengxu replied.

"After taking Young Master Xiao Yi's pill before, his injury has basically stabilized, and he recovered after a few days of training."

Princess Fengxu is a very good alchemist.

Xiao Yi nodded.

The war is over, but the return to the wind city is still a mess.

But these are trivial matters.

The Lord Fengxu confessed some matters to the warriors of the Tianyuan realm, and then walked towards Xiao Yi.

Yu Linfeng, Feng Wu Jianzong elders and others also came along.

"Master Xie Xiaoyi."

"This great favor, my Fengxu Kingdom, is unforgettable."

Everyone saluted.

Xiao Yi shook his head and said faintly, "You are welcome, Princess Fengxu and I have made an agreement first, and this is just to fulfill the promise."

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The war is over, and a group of people return to the capital of Fengxu.

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