The Grand Void – Becoming a Dragon

In the Royal Guards.

Commander Lu He led 200 people to inspect the southern city.

He is the god of gods and demons, and he is greatly respected in the imperial guards.

At this time, soldiers came to report.

"The commander-in-chief has sent a message that from the morning till now, thirty-two real people with golden elixir levels have entered the south gate, and three of them have already reached the perfect golden elixir and must be paid close attention to, especially those who have just entered the city. That Huanlong Lord Zhuang Ming once escaped from Zhenxuan's hands, and now lives in the eighth courtyard of Yunlou, but..."

"But what?" Lu He asked.

"The first disciple of Guiyuanzong, the elder of Taiyuanzong, and Chen Feiyun of the Shocking Heaven Sect all went to Yunlou just now. Preliminary speculation is that they are going for the Huanlong Lord Zhuang Ming." The soldier responded.

"this……"

Lu He frowned.

At this moment, he also wanted to go and have a look, but neither the young master nor Mr. Liu Yuexuan gave any permission.

Without the Young Master's and Mr. Liu's permission, if he went there rashly at this time, if he fell into the eyes of some people, would he link himself with the Young Master?

After thinking about it again, with the young master's ability, he is naturally not afraid of people under Zhenxuan, and he doesn't need to come forward himself.

Lu He thought about this in his mind, and immediately said: "The Nancheng Guards are divided into twenty-six teams. There is Commander Fan guarding the Yunlou. He didn't ask for help, and we don't need it. We will continue to patrol as usual."

All the guards should be.

And Lu He was wearing black armor, holding a long knife, his brows were cold, but his thoughts kept turning.

This time the young master enters the city, it is not necessarily necessary to meet him, Lu He.

But Liu Yuexuan, who is coordinating the affairs of Wangcheng, the young master must see him.

Logically speaking, with the young master's plan, he naturally entered the city quietly, so why did he enter the city without any cover-up, which seemed so high-profile?

"The son himself is very eye-catching. This time, the head disciple of Gui Yuanzong and others will attract the attention of good people, and many people will stare there... From now on, the eyeliners of various families will also know about Huanlong. Jun Zhuangming, who lives in the eighth courtyard of Yunlou, will inevitably take a second look."

Lu He secretly said: "Especially in the scholar's residence, I'm afraid they will be able to find out every move of the young master... If you want to leave Yunlou and meet Liu Yuexuan, it may not be easy."

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above the street.

Yue Ting stretched himself.

He changed into a crimson robe, held his coquettish magic sword, and swaggered through the streets.

"It's a pity that the young master doesn't let me have anything to do with him in the open."

"I can't use Zhenyue's hand to spread the fame of my jade-faced white lightsaber. I can only use the reputation of Yumian Xiaolangjun."

"It's a pity, what a great opportunity to become famous, we can only wait a little longer, after the limelight has passed, and the young master agrees, let everyone know that the name of the jade-faced young man is actually the jade-faced white sword."

Yue Ting sighed sadly, lowered his head, raised his hand, and asked, "Dragon Lord, do you think so?"

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cloud tower.

Eighth House.

Boom!

The blade was shot off.

The sword energy was like frost, condensing the entire courtyard.

And it was blazing with qi and blood, and melted instantly.

Under the muffled vibration.

The two figures retreated separately.

There is already a deep pit in the courtyard.

On the edge of both sides of the deep pit, the two stood opposite each other.

"who are you?"

Chen Feiyun held the sword in his right hand, his face was serious, he raised his left hand, stroked his neck with his middle fingers, and put them in front of his eyes, he saw blood on both fingers.

On the other side of the deep pit, the strong man with an indifferent expression had a sword mark on the back of his right hand, and the bones were deep.

This fight was just a blink of an eye, but the two had fought back and forth more than ten times, and each got injured.

Although the injury was not serious, neither Zhen Yue nor Chen Feiyun dared to underestimate the opponent in front of them.

One is a master of horizontal refining, a top-notch demon, only half a step away from the Zhenxuan series, with a strong physique and fierce fists and palms, which can be described as extremely strong.

One is the perfect golden core, the peak real person, who is also close to Zhenxuan, relying on the sharpness of the magic sword, the sharp edge of swordsmanship, is also extremely powerful.

Both of them have reached the pinnacle level of this realm, and the gap is not even an inch.

"Today's confrontation can only end here."

Chen Feiyun put his sword back into its sheath, and said coldly: "In the royal city, life and death cannot be distinguished, and you and I cannot fight heartily. You and I have many scruples, but this previous battle shows that you are extremely strong, and you have the ability to control power and timing. Grasp is very good. Even outside of the royal city, if you and I give it a go, it won't be possible to tell the winner in a moment."

Zhenyue's expression was indifferent, but he just nodded, and he also had the same idea as the other party.

Chen Feiyun paused for a moment, and said: "According to what I said earlier, I have not been able to defeat you, so I am not qualified to challenge your son, but... your son is really stronger than you?"

Zhenyue paused for a moment, pondered his words, and then said, "I'm a follower, not a guard."

Chen Feiyun shrank his pupils, nodded immediately and said, "I understand."

Such a powerful demon is only Zhuang Ming's follower, not Zhuang Ming's guard.

In other words, Zhuang Ming didn't need his guard at all.

Zhuang Ming's ability is higher than this person.

Chen Feiyun thought in his heart, compared to Zhenyue's own ability, he was only a sibling. Since Zhenyue was not as good as Zhuang Ming, he must not be Zhuang Ming's opponent either.

Thinking like this, he let out a breath and turned to leave.

But he paused again, looked back, and asked aloud.

"Your name is Zhenyue?"

"Yes." Zhen Yue replied.

"You are full of energy and blood, full of vitality, like a thriving green tree, and you are not over sixty years old, right?"

"Jiazi?" Zhenyue was slightly puzzled.

"That's sixty years old." Chen Feiyun said.

"Of course I'm under sixty." Zhen Yue responded.

"Under sixty, with such abilities, why is there no place for you on the list of outstanding people?"

Chen Feiyun said so, without waiting for Zhenyue's response, he said: "That's right, Zhuang Ming had no reputation at all before, the vast East Continent is vast and boundless, and the Great Chu Scholars' Mansion may not be able to collect the records of all practitioners in the world. News to make the list."

Zhenyue was still thinking about how to respond. Hearing this, he was relieved. He asked and answered by himself, so that he would not want to make excuses.

Chen Feiyun pondered for a while, and then said: "Can you tell me, based on your ability, why are you willing to be his follower? Even if his ability is higher than yours, it won't make you die for him?"

Zhenyue remained silent and did not reply this time.

Chen Feiyun was also slightly silent, and immediately took steps to leave the courtyard.

He was also obsessed with swordsmanship, indifferent to human feelings, and had a temperament of few words.

It's just that Zhenyue's ability is almost different from his own, which made him feel a little bit of sympathy, so he couldn't help thinking about it and asked a few more questions.

Since Zhenyue didn't want to answer, he didn't say any more.

He just walked to the door and drew his sword out of its sheath again.

"What else do you want to do?"

Zhenyue's eyes showed a cold expression.

Chen Feiyun glanced back, and said calmly: "Your son doesn't want to be bothered by idlers, but let you guard the gate, but in my eyes, you are also an outstanding figure in the contemporary era, how can you be bothered by idlers?"

His sword crossed the ground in front of the courtyard.

The sword marks are more than three feet deep, unfathomable.

The sword energy remained, but it didn't disperse.

"The person who can surpass this sword mark must at least have the ability of the upper class of Jindan."

Chen Feiyun said calmly: "You are not inferior to me, and you should have an identity. You are not just some idler, who can come to fight with you..."

When Zhenyue heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Feiyun put the sword back into its sheath, and saluted him.

"Next time, I will beat you, and then your son."