"Human Immortal, Human Immortal..."

The bell echoes throughout the city, the five dragons are flying among the crowd, the five music is playing together in the ears, and various flags are flying in front of you.

The king passed slowly under the crowd of eight thousand northwest imperial guards.

Inside and outside the Dao City, there were crowds of people, and many imperial guards were placed on both sides. The sound of mountains and tsunamis overshadows the sound of rituals and music.

It has been nearly ten years since it has settled in the northwest China, and Yang Yu's reputation in Northwest China has far surpassed that of Zhang Xuanyi, who was the former.

Even though the Northwest Road does not promote kneeling and worship etiquette, there are still many people who shout at the place where they pass by.

This is extremely expensive in the world.

The king was angry and bleeding, let alone this one, he was already the number one martial arts person in the world.

only……

"Who is behind Li Chuang? I'm afraid that more than the old witch, her martial arts attainment is not as high as that..."

Wulongsheng felt fear in his heart.

That book of secrets is not exhaustive, but just a few words touched his mind.

Before the four-step stop ceremony of Daoguo, he was one of the few pure martial saints in the world, proficient in various martial arts, and naturally had his own understanding of the things on the book.

The man who wrote the book "The Foundation of Human Immortals" has far surpassed himself in martial arts, and perhaps he is no longer inferior to Zhang Xuanba.

but……

"How can the sneaky people hiding in the dark, even if they have good martial arts attainments, how can they open up the way for us?"

Five dragons stopped at the entrance of an alley, and here they saw the slow-moving king chariot.

Before the chariot, Wu Changbai rode his horse with a halberd and set off a horse, setting the way for the chariot. Amid all kinds of flags, Yang Yu was wearing a crown, wearing a long sword, and sitting upright.

From the Qin Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, all kinds of etiquettes had extremely complicated rules, and clothing, crowns and accessories had extremely strict requirements.

Compared with the ceremony of kingship he had seen, this is already very shabby and frugal.

"Is his injury so serious?"

After taking a look from afar, Wulongsheng's heart couldn't help but sink.

Under the crown, the person's face was pale and blood-colored, and he still had both qi and blood, and his life was almost gone.

After personally experiencing the battle in Dingyang City, how could he not know the power of the man in front of him? But such injuries...

"The seal of sacrificing one's three thousand years of skill in his body has not yet died. This person is really earth-shaking..."

Silently, there was another person beside Wulongsheng.

Her face is as iron as iron and her figure is as thin as Cheng Yiyuan, who is as famous as her on the Jinxiu List.

"Those people have contacted you too."

Although he asked, his tone was firm. Wulongsheng looked at Cheng Yiyuan. This man was like him, who was a pure martial saint.

If those people come to him, they will definitely come to Cheng Yiyuan.

"The six levels of foundation building, the foundation of human immortals! Cheng almost agreed..."

Cheng Yiyuan sighed, with some turbulence in his voice.

There is no need to be ten capitals, there is a way to follow. After the Martial Saint, there is almost no one to learn, but there is a martial art that can be learned.

When he suddenly saw the book "Basic of Human Immortals", his heart was throbbing, which was really beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Why don't you agree?"

Wulongsheng asked again.

He had been with Cheng Yiyuan for many years and knew his friend's temperament. He became obsessed with martial arts. He went there without any invitation.

Not only Dingyang City, but also the strong men in the world, there are almost no one Cheng Yiyuan has never fought against.

Fighting again and again after repeated defeats...

"The person is wrong."

Cheng Yiyuan's expression was calm:

"If the foundation of that human immortal was left by Zhang Xuanba, Cheng would definitely fast and bathe, and be quiet for seven days to welcome..."

“It’s a pity, it’s not…”

The Martial Saint is the limit of martial arts.

The path to humans and immortals is their only feasible path.

If the foundation of the human immortal is true, let alone Yang Yu today, even if he fights to love his mother again, the two of them will not be afraid and retreat.

Unfortunately, they couldn't believe it.

If anyone had ever been involved in humans and immortals and could have made the way for martial arts, they only believed that it was Zhang Xuanba.

None of the rest, they would believe it.

"However, we don't agree, but others may not be there. Before, I saw a few 'old friends'...

No wonder they dared to think about other things. After all, this person's condition is really bad, too bad..."

Wulongsheng sighed in his heart.

The battle in Dingyang City was shocked by the stones. He would still wake up from his dreams at midnight.

The person in front of him reached the top in one battle, with vague signs of replacing Mu Qingliu as the number one person in the world.

And this will also usher in a fierce counterattack.

No one wants another King Zhao of the Western Palace in the world, especially this one is only over thirty years old.

This means that if he survives this disaster of sacrificing his body seal, everyone will have to breathe before and after the heavenly change.

This is unacceptable to some people.

More importantly, this person's injury has worsened to a level that can be seen at a glance...

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear the weight. The title of No. 1 in the world is really too heavy..."

Looking at Wang Nian who was rushing out of the city gate, Cheng Yiyuan shook his head slightly:

"Cheng came here to try to fight with this person to prove martial arts, but now... I hope he can get through it."

"If such a person is humiliated by a villain due to injury, then..."

Wulongsheng shook his head slightly, no longer saying anything, but just let the crowds of people go out of the city gate.

Looking at his back, Cheng Yiyuan's eyes flashed and he stopped in front of the empty teahouse somewhere.

Not long after, a young man with an ordinary appearance also came here.

"Uncle Cheng, it's really your old man!"

The young man knelt on the ground with a "thump".

"You have suffered these days."

Looking at the young man kneeling down, Cheng Yiyuan couldn't help but sigh:

"But you shouldn't have come back. You are the seeds cultivated by Zhujian Villa. If you don't leave the villa, they will definitely protect you, but once you come out...

I may not be able to protect you.”

Zhang Xuanyi, the Nine Kings of the Ming Dynasty, was not outstanding among them. Among the kings of the northwest in all dynasties, they were also the middle and lower-level.

But one of them is the best of all kings.

That is what he created throughout his life, thousands of descendants...

With more descendants, there will naturally be a great success.

The young man kneeling in front of him was named Zhang Bai, a true disciple of Zhujian Villa. Because he was pregnant with Taoist fruit, he was regarded as a "true seed" to cultivate.

Now that this year is only forty, he is already a master and is expected to be a martial saint.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "The whole family has more than 30,000 dead souls here. How could Zhang Bai not come? How dare he not come?"

Zhang Bai sighed, but there was no sadness or sadness on his face. After ten years, no matter how many tears were, they had dried up:

"Uncle Cheng, you..."

"What can you do when you come back?"

Cheng Yiyuan just shook his head:

"He was just injured, not dead. As long as he is a master, he is not something you can watch for as long as he has a breath..."

After personally experiencing the Battle of Dingyang City, he didn't know how this Northwest King, even if he was not the best in the world, was still among the top five, or even the top three.

Facing such a person, not to mention the resources of the Martial Saint, what about the Martial Saint?

"Yes, so what can..."

Zhang Bai was a little lost. After standing for a long time, he bowed heavily:

"Uncle Cheng, I want to take a dangerous journey. I hope you will always help me..."

Cheng Yiyuan raised his hand and interrupted him:

"Leave, I will protect you out of the city."
To be continued...