The team continued to travel. After about a day, Xiao Bai and the others finally arrived at Mount Zhijin.
At this moment, the mountain was shrouded in clouds and white snow covered the entire mountain. The mountain was not too tall, and there were wild roars coming from it.
Stepping into the boundary of Mount Zhijin, Chu Fengchen broke through the clouds and mist, and the mountain range appeared clearly in front of him.
It was different from what the outside world saw.
There was no heavy snow here as seen in the outside world. Instead, there was warm sunlight shining on the mountains. Pine trees stood tall, and the cold wind blew, causing snowflakes to fill the sky.
The most peculiar thing was that on the various mountains of the Purple Gold Mountain, there was a purple aura rising up, it was extremely beautiful.
Waves of pure Heaven Earth Yuan Qi emanated from the light and permeated the mountain range.
The tents of the army at the foot of the mountain. This is really the imperial army of the Great Wu Dynasty
Chu Fengchen got off the carriage at the entrance of the military camp. The general guarding the door immediately went forward and asked,"Who is this? This is His Majesty's camp. Leave quickly."
Before Chu Fengchen could say anything, his personal guards who had come with him stepped forward and said," How dare you! This is the West Garrison General, Marquis Wushuang! How dare you!"
When they heard that it was Marquis Wushuang, they all knelt down on one knee and greeted him. Chu Fengchen was a military god in the hearts of the soldiers of the Great Wu Empire. His name shook the world after the battle in the Western Region.
Chu Fengchen said, take me to see His Majesty.
As he spoke, he walked straight in...。
In the largest tent in the camp, Qin Zhenglong told Chu Fengchen about the Holy Land of Martial Arts and why he didn't stop them.
It turned out that the Qin family's ancestor had sent a message from the upper realm to tell them what was wrong with this world. He also told them that they would return to the lower realm in a few days. However, the secret realm of the Wu Dynasty was protected by the steam clouds of this world.
The people of the Upper Realm could not enter, so they reached an agreement with the original Upper Realm sects of this world, set up an arena, and fought on their own. They did not care about other opportunities
Because even in the Upper Realm, the ancestors of the Qin family and the martial arts holy land were just insignificant small sects, just because they had karma with this world.
Only then could they enter the realm before others and wait for the real big shots to come. They would protect the elites of their clansmen to the upper realm, so Qin Zhenglong did not stop them.
This time, Chu Fengchen was sent here because he wanted Chu Fengchen to make a move. Even if Qin Zhenglong had broken through to the Innate Disha Realm, he would not be able to compete with the people from the other martial arts holy lands.
This time, the Heavenly Dao Union's Silent Sword set up an arena to obtain the Upper Realm's attention, but at the same time, he also wanted to show off to the Upper Realm's people.
This time, many hidden holy lands have appeared. Even the masters of the Buddhist Sect have come to Jinling City.
The battle will be held in the Drill Ground of Jinling City.
Chu Fengchen promised to help at the critical moment and returned to Jin Ling city. He was not used to living in the military camp.
At this moment, outside the east gate of Jin Ling City, a tall figure appeared. He was dressed in black and had black hair. His face was handsome and almost devilish, but he was extremely cold, like a piece of ice that would not melt for thousands of years. He held a black sword without a sheath in his hand. On the back of the sword, there was a faint blood line from bottom to top, running through the sword to the tip!
An extremely condensed, awe-inspiring, and pure killing intent hovered and rippled faintly on the black sword, as if there was a dormant primordial beast hidden inside. It was silent but extremely dangerous!
The young man stood quietly a few hundred meters away from the east gate of Tianjing City. His eyes were slightly closed as if he was resting, but also as if he was silently waiting for something…
"Tianjing City? This is the place where I will reach the Paragon level! Slaughter Sword, aren't you also a little impatient…"
Weng!
With a sword hum, the black sword in the young man's hand trembled slightly. A powerful killing intent suddenly boiled and soared into the sky!
This person was the Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Union, Jian Wusheng.
"Pass on the order! Send the left and right battalions of the Royal Guards to the east gate to maintain order! If there is a riot, suppress it with all your might!"
"Pass on the order! The front and back camps of the Royal Guards guard the palace. No one is allowed to enter or leave! If you encounter anyone with ill intentions, kill them without mercy!"
"Pass down my order…"
On a three-story tall building outside the drill ground at the east gate, Qin Zhenglong sat on the main seat with a serious expression. He kept issuing orders, which were passed out by the guards beside him.
After giving the order, Qin Zhenglong stood up, walked to the window, and silently looked forward.
At the square at the east gate, there was now a huge arena with an area of about 500 square meters.
At this moment, there was no one in the sky above the arena, but the surroundings had long been filled with people. Densely packed heads gathered in all directions, surrounding the entire arena.
The tea houses, restaurants, and inns further away had already been booked by people. Like Prince Yin, there were forces from all over the world stationed on almost every building. At this moment, they were also silently paying attention to the empty arena. The battle of the number one in the world is known throughout the world
Zheng!
At this moment, a sword hum suddenly resounded throughout the entire square.
Swoosh!
An intense killing intent rushed over, forcing the crowd on the east side of the arena to involuntarily split to two sides. A black-robed man stood there silently with a sheathed longsword in his arms, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
The young man was dressed in black. His long black hair was casually floating behind his head. His handsome features seemed to be carved out of marble. His angular lines were distinct, and his sharp and deep gaze unconsciously gave people a sense of oppression!
It was like a dazzling sword that pierced through the clouds!
No one dared to look at him closely!
The man in black seemed to be indifferent to the gaze on him. He walked slowly through the passage in the crowd, step by step, towards the arena in the middle of the Drill Ground.
"Jian Wusheng!"
"Under the sword, death is inevitable! The Holy Son of the Heavenly Dao Union, Jian Wusheng!"
At the same time, a series of low whispers slowly sounded from the buildings in all directions.
The number one in the world, who would be the supreme?
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