Chapter 1850

"Qi Shangheng, Zuo Xufeng, Gu Hai, Zhi Ku... Who are they? What's the matter with the king?"

Zhou Yun turned and looked at the guard, frowned and asked. In his impression, there was no one, so he didn't know these people at all.

"Lord Huishou, these people are people of the Xiuzhen race in the ancient country of Xieyang. Qi Shangheng is the leader of the minority of the qishang nationality and Zuo Xufeng is the leader of the Nitian nationality..."

The answer to Zhou Yun was Wang Renhua, who led the way. As the garrison of the western border, he was familiar with these names. He explained to Zhou Yun that he was interrupted by Zhou Yun before he finished.

"All are driven away by the king. Not everyone can curry favor with the king. Only a few aborigines are qualified to see the king."

Zhou Yun waved his hand and showed disgust on his face. As a king at the level of Xinjiang, he had an incomparable sense of superiority from small to large. Under the influence of the royal family of the Golden Lion Xinjiang, he also looked down on the original residents of taidesolate ancient land.

When Zhou Yun heard the speech, he knew that it was the race of the ancient country. He knew that it must be the original work of the ancient land. He also knew the purpose of these people to visit him.

What qualifications do mere Aborigines have to curry favor with themselves.

Taihuang ancient land has a long history and has experienced many times.

Since the ancient Taihuang era, a large number of monks from other worlds have poured into Taihuang ancient land, which is divided into three realms and nine states. The cultivation civilization from the middle to the upper realms is highly developed, and most of them are foreign monks, while most of the lower realms are the original residents of Taihuang ancient land. Their cultivation civilization is backward, and they are called "indigenous" by foreign monks.

Those foreign friars established the state of Xinjiang, the state of immortality, the sect of Xiuzhen, the sect of Xiuxian and the sect of Xianmen. They thought they were powerful, so they looked down on the original residents of taidesolate ancient land.

This discrimination also seems to go deep into the blood, from generation to generation.

"If you don't go down soon, don't ask any kind of people to call on the king in the future. If you want these aborigines, just bombard them away!"

The guard who looked at the notice was very dissatisfied.

"Yes!"

The captain of the guard who heard the report was sweating. After kneeling down repeatedly, he felt he was retreating and going down the mountain to blast Qi Shangheng and others away.

"General, what's the matter?"

At the foot of the mountain, Qi Shangheng and others waited. Seeing the guard coming, he welcomed him up. Zuo Xufeng asked anxiously.

They did a lot of good to let the captain of the guard stationed at the foot of the mountain report.

But when the captain of the guard saw Zuo Xufeng smiling and flattering, he suddenly lost his good face.

"Where is the golden Python guard!"

"Get rid of these people quickly, come on!"

The captain of the guard immediately waved and shouted.

Suddenly, dozens of guards came out with knives and surrounded Zuo Xufeng and others.

Zuo Xufeng and others suddenly changed their faces, especially Zuo Xufeng shouted, "general, why?"

The captain of the guard glanced at Zuo Xufeng and said, "you Aborigines still want to curry favor with the king. It's just wishful thinking. Don't go quickly, or some golden Python guard will cut your head and hang it on this flag to blow the cool wind!"

As he spoke, the captain of the golden Python guard pointed to the flag inserted behind him.

Hearing the speech, Zuo Xufeng and others turned red and couldn't speak for a moment. Finally, they choked out a sentence "bullying too much!"

First, the captain of the guard frankly stated the purpose of his party. Second, the captain of the guard called them "indigenous" with contempt. Zuo Xufeng and others seemed to be inferior and very uncomfortable.

But Zuo Xufeng and others are also very helpless. They dare not contradict the guard of the king of longevity and offend the king of the Golden Lion Xinjiang. They are afraid that they will die without residue, and they will implicate the family at that time.

So, as long as you walk away.

In the twinkling of an eye, another three days, the "ten day agreement" said by Lingjian God came.

The younger generation of Ning Mai and Jin Dan are all concentrating. Da Neng and Zhen Jun don't close their eyes and rest. The God Jun of e ye and Du ye are all going somewhere. The king of longevity Zhou Yun also withdrew his accompanying dancer.

In front of Xinyue city at the foot of the mountain, the other seven races in Xieyang ancient country hold high flags and want to kill the main building.

But thinking that Wang Xiao could kill the strong, he did not dare to act rashly for a time.

"Coming!"

DUYE Shenjun takes back his look and looks deep somewhere. Then a whirlwind comes from the main city building by air attack.

Boom!

Upstairs in the main city, the building where Wang Xiao was located was instantly cut in half, and Wang Xiao, who sat playing the piano, was exposed in front of the crowd.

But all this is not over yet. The whirlwind dispersed, and countless plants and trees were cut off around.

"What a terrible sword posture!"

Whether it is the younger generation of Jindan, Yuanying's great power, or Dujie Zhenjun, they all feel that there is a sharp sword hanging on the top, which seems to be about to be cut off at any time.

The person who came was neither sword spirit nor sword awn. It was just the sword posture when he came out of the sword. He blew up the main city building of Xinyue city and swept the surrounding vegetation, which made countless monks present tremble, but the people didn't feel the existence of Lingjian God.

You can see the strength of Lingjian God!

"Younger than expected." The king of longevity looked at the new moon city and said in surprise to the young man wearing a robe and playing the piano.

He, the God King of e ye and the God King of Du Ye sitting on one side, are all strong people who turn gods. Especially the king of longevity, he has understood the divine power of his own life and will not be affected by the sword power of Lingjian God King.

"Look, the king of Lingjian is coming!"

At this time, some younger generation noticed that in the direction that DUYE Shenjun looked at earlier, an old yew came with a sword on his back and took advantage of the wind. Six young yew men and women stepped on a flying sword and were brought by the power of heaven and earth inspired by the old yew.

"Those six are the six Yuanying disciples of Lingjian Shenjun?"

Someone looked at the six men and women with flying swords behind Ling jianshenjun and said.

Yuanying couldn't resist the sky, but the king of Lingjian God could bring it from the land of heaven and earth, so that the six disciples could fly like the strong ones.

Wang Xiao closed his eyes and played the piano calmly. He seemed to enter a state of selflessness without checking the external situation.

"You are the servant of the desert?"

Without accusation or reprimand, Ling Jianshen stepped in vain, stood a hundred feet away from Wang Xiao and looked at Wang Xiao. After a long time, seeing that Wang Xiao didn't respond, Ling Jianshen asked

"Exactly."

At this time, Wang Xiao put his hands on the string, stopped playing the piano, slowly opened his eyes, looked around at the mountains filled with people, and then looked at the Lingjian God in front of him.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ling Jianshen Jun squinted at Wang and said with a smile.

"I don't know." Wang smiled and looked at Lingjian Shenjun for a long time. It seemed that he was looking at Lingjian Shenjun, and then frowned and said.

"I am the master of Chijian Zhenjun. Half a month ago, you beheaded my beloved disciple. You don't know who I am?"

Hearing the speech, Lingjian God Jun snorted coldly. Nuo was not too ordered to kill his life. How could he talk nonsense with him? He had already killed the boy in front of him.

"Oh, so you are the king of Lingjian God who shouted ten days ago?" Wang smiled and frowned, then looked at Ling Jianshen Jun with white hair and said, "old man, are you old and confused?"

"I cut the real king of Chijian. Why should I know you? What does it have to do with you, Lingjian God King, if I cut the real king of Chijian?"