The capital, in the palace courtyard.

The grass is lush and the flowers are red and the willows are green. The things made by the eternal royal family are much better than ordinary families. Just like this courtyard is so exquisite and gorgeous, you can't find a second place in the entire Pangu continent.

Many palace maids were outside the courtyard, looking inside and whispering, and they didn't dare to go in.

There was only one person sitting in the courtyard, just sitting casually on the grass. It was Ming Dao, the owner of the royal capital. At this time, he did not look like a king, as if he was a wild man.

The servants in the palace are hard to say about this new king. The good thing is that Ming Dao does not have as many rules as the previous royal family, which makes people feel much more relaxed. The bad thing is that Ming Dao's temperament is unpredictable. If he accidentally angers him, it will not be a swearing, but killing people directly. Although this murderous statement is just a rumor, it is still enough to make people frighten.

Especially now, as the year is approaching, Ming Dao exudes a high fighting spirit, which makes it difficult to look directly at.

"What are you doing here? You're scattered!"

Someone shouted softly, and the servants were shocked. They didn't notice anyone coming. They hurriedly saluted: "I've seen Mr. Mo Wen." They retreated one by one.

After taking a look at the back of Ming Dao in the courtyard, Mo Wen sighed slightly and walked in with big strides.

Standing behind the Nether Dagger, he whispered: "Master, everything is ready, just waiting for you to arrange it."

Ming Dao did not look back, but just nodded: "Okay, I'll go!"

Mo Wen frowned, seemed to be hesitant, and finally asked: "Is this really good?"

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Ming Dao asked back.

"We are a rare confidant in life. We who are killers dare not expect extravagantly, but if we get it, shouldn't we cherish it?" Mo Wen asked.

Ming Dao lowered his head and said softly: "You are."

"We are not!" Mo Wen shook his head: "The wasteland is for you, you are a partner, and I and the servants are outside you, and you are subordinates. The only confidant of the Pavilion Master is the only one who can walk the walker."

Ming Dao froze all over and said softly: "Do you know? For Feixian, my desire is too strong, so strong that it is so scary that even I can't control myself. It would be fine if I can't do it, but hope is right in front of me, and I can't control myself and don't try it."

"I thought, maybe one day I could do it on my own, but which day was that? One thousand years, thousands of years, or ten thousand years? I don't know, maybe I can't do it, and then disappear into the long river of time like those predecessors. Or, I'm not even equal to one year, just like the blood in my body roaring. I can't help it!"

"So you have to force the walker?" Mo Wen said softly: "I am so blunt, Master, your method is too rough. In fact, anyone who knows your relationship can infer it, especially if you sent the village clerk to come over, I'm afraid he has figured it out himself."

"Of course!" Ming Dao nodded: "I know he must be able to figure it out, and he must figure it out so that he can fight under normal circumstances. His fighting style is different from ours. He is angry that he has little benefit. Only when he is calm can he burst out with stronger strength."

Mo Wen shook his head: "But this will not achieve the effect of coercion. If you cannot coercion, won't you burst out with potential?"

Ming Dao stood up, turned around, and smiled slightly: "I have my own way, let's go, I'll prepare first!"

Drink all the wine in the bottle, then soar into the air and head towards the direction of the Chengxiantai.

The East China Sea, an island.

Green grass and short trees, Chen Weiming sat cross-legged on a raised stone, motionless. Bees and butterflies were flying around, birds were flying, and occasionally small beasts ran around. A chestnut mouse trotted and jumped onto him. After smelling it, he bit his clothes and trotted away again.

The monk Zhuang looked at him from a distance, and after a moment, he suddenly smiled.

In fact, after so many years, he has been thinking about Chen Weiming's cultivation method. After all, anyone would be curious about such a rising star and such an improvement speed.

I thought he would choose some dangerous places to improve his intensity, but I didn't expect that it was not at all.

In a year, Chen Weiming not only did not practice high-intensity practice, but also did not even have the average intensity practice. He ran to this island, sat cross-legged and regulated breathing, meditated and meditated. There was nothing else except eating occasionally and relaxing muscles and bones.

But this kind of meditation has an extraordinary effect. Even if you watch it every day, today, it will make the outsider of the villager feel very different.

It is unfathomable, and at this moment, it seems that the only way to describe Chen Weiming is to be described in this way.

The figure sat there, like a stone, but it looked like a deep spring. Perhaps the amount of water was not so magnificent, but it was absolutely unfathomable. If you had to use a word to describe it, it would be close to returning to nature.

Returning to the essence... Zhuang Yuanwai couldn't help but smile and shook his head. Someone once said that practice is like a circle, from one to ten thousand, and finally returning to one. Although no one can verify this statement, some legends have done it.

But those who can do this must be extraordinary great practitioners, and even the so-called immortals are hard to find. Now the person in front of him is only this age, but he has this feeling, which is really extraordinary.

I don’t know if the Nether Knife is so forced, right or wrong.

It was as I thought, a gust of breeze came from that place. Chen Weiming stopped regulating his breath and slowly stood up. He let out a long sigh, stretched his waist, as if he had a beautiful sleep, and was very happy.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

Zhuang Masterwai greeted him: "It seems that his cultivation has made progress again, but unfortunately this world is imprisoned and he cannot become an immortal!"

"It's okay!" Chen Weiming said lightly: "The road of immortality is endless, and obstacles are temporary."

Zhuang Man Wai raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled faintly: "Seeing that your true energy seems to have increased again, I don't know if you can ascend to the immortals."

Chen Weiming shook his head: "The restrictions on the Immortal Platform cannot be broken through by energy impact, or in other words, in our realm, even if the energy impact is continuously increased, it is useless, unless you can reach the Nine Yang Realm... No, maybe even Nine Yang Realm can't do it."

If the Nine Yang True Man could do it, he wouldn't have to go to the Imperial Palace back then.

From all aspects, the realm of Jiuyang Zhenren should be higher than that of Li Qinglian. Since he can't even do it, why can Li Qinglian do it? What is the key?

For some reason, Chen Weiming suddenly felt that he had caught a key point, but he couldn't figure it out for a while.

"What are you going to do in this battle?" Zhuang Man Wai asked again.

Chen Weiming took a long breath and looked into the distance: "Since the Ming Dao wants to hit me, I will do my best to let him know the consequences of calculating me!"
Chapter completed!