When the destructive sword light in Desong Mizhuo's body completely disappeared, the old monk Hu snorted coldly, grabbed him and disappeared from the spot.

If the beloved disciple had not been able to survive this killing disaster with his own power, he had no doubt that [Emperor] would have pressed his head and let him watch his disciple fall into destruction step by step!

Before leaving, Sangpozanqi looked at the majestic palace deeply and became even more determined!

Is this the end of offending your majesty?

You can't scare me!

The three western states can no longer accept your endless exploitation!

[Gangjia Temple] will also regain your power!

When everything is settled and the independent time and space return to reality, Zhao Yinshun stood alone in the square, and pieces of goose-feather-like snowflakes slowly fell from the sky, setting off a sad and beautiful atmosphere of independence in the world.

"The man on the road is like a jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world."

"Wu'an Jun was born in nowhere, it is really a great blessing for the country!"

"Ahem, the sacrifice to heaven and martial arts has been completed. Please read the sacrifice to the Ministry of Rites."

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Recovering from the shocking mood, the Golden Palace was filled with noise, but except for the courtiers who were the eldest princess, the smiles of others were particularly barely strong, and their lower eyes were connected to each other, and they faintly communicated with strange divine light.

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"Have you heard that? The Imperial Former Martial Arts [Wuan Jun] defeated the Huhu Luohan, and almost slammed his head with one sword!"

"Hahaha, you actually dare to challenge [Wu'an Jun]? The barbarians in the west are really overestimating their abilities!"

"Then [Fuhu Luohan] is quite powerful. He once rushed into the top ten of the [Tianjiao List] at his peak, but he was defeated by Wu Anjun and his heart was damaged. Now he is almost falling out of the top twenty."

"Oh... It's a pity that they were not fighting at the Fengshentai. It's a pity that they didn't get to watch such a wonderful game..."

"Haha, it seems like you are crowded into the Venerable God Platform, and the surroundings have long been covered!"

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Listening to the discussions of diners around, a tall and burly man chewed fat and tender beef and drank a whole pot of strong wine in one sip.

The hot wine burned the throat, like a red-hot knife inserted into the stomach, dispelling the fatigue and coldness along the way.

After eating and drinking, the strong man with a full face was full of vicissitudes of life cheered up and walked out of the restaurant. The biting cold wind that hit him made him tremble slightly.

"Damn it, why is the weather getting more and more abnormal?"

Looking up at the heavy snow, He Yubo frowned, missing the scorching summer when he set out in Qilanzhou.

Stepping on the deep snow, He Yubo followed the map he found and finally found a low-key mansion located on the edge of the Forbidden City.

"Boy, who are you looking for?"

Under Zhu Hong's gate, a clean and vigorous old man asked with a cigarette gun in his mouth and smiled from a distance.

"Old man, I would like to ask if Zhao Yinshun lives here?"

"Master Shun?!"

The old man was slightly stunned, took off his cigarette gun and knocked it on the sole of his shoes.

"Do you have anything to do with him?"

Seeing the old man's reaction, He Yubo knew that he had found the right place.

"I am his teacher in his hometown... my friend, I want to hand over some things to him."

"May I have your name?"

"He Yubo."

"Please wait."

The old man walked into the mansion swayingly. A few minutes later, a familiar and strange figure slowly entered He Yubo's sight.

"Teacher He! Why did you come to the imperial capital?!"

The enthusiastic hug awakened He Yubo from the swaying spirit. Looking at the handsome boy who was only half a head shorter than him, his eyes were complicated and relieved.

"Let's go! Let's talk about it when you enter the house!"

Looking at He Yubo, who was covered in stubborn faces and was exhausted, Zhao Yinshun took his hand and walked towards the room without saying a word.

"No! No, I still have something to do."

The footsteps fell to the ground and took root, and He Yubo was nailed to the spot and smiled slightly.

"I can't recognize you even if I haven't seen you for a few years."

"There is no change in teaching you."

After pulling it gently twice, seeing that He Yubo's attitude was firm, Zhao Yinshun could only stand at the door and talk to him.

"The appearance has not changed, but the mentality has become much older."

"What's wrong?"

"In recent years, pirates in Lanzhou have been raging, and Hon Hai City has been broken twice. Most of the bustling cities have now turned into ruins, with a population of less than ten. I... cannot protect my hometown!"

Hearing this news, Zhao Yinshun was silent for a long time, patted He Yubo, who was blaming himself and comforted him softly.

"Teaching, it's not your fault."

Facing the military formation, it is difficult for normal warriors to resist. Even if they are monsters like themselves, they can only be as big as a thousand horses, and they still have to walk around when they encounter an army of ten thousand people.

"Oh... I tried my best to kill the enemy, but I had a clear conscience. This time I spent half a year going to Beijing to worry about the safety of my hometown."

Speaking of this, He Yubo took out a crystal clear jade slip and solemnly handed it to Zhao Yinshun.

"Since I heard that you are in the imperial capital, my master ordered me to send you this skill..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yinshun, who had divine thoughts penetrated the jade slip, raised his eyebrows and showed a strange expression.

"The Wilderness God's Star-breaking Power..."

"That's right, this is our unique magical skill. Only by practicing [Star Picking Hand] to a certain level..."

Speaking of the unique secret method, He Yubo's eyes shone, but he didn't notice Zhao Yinshun's laughter and crying look.

"roar!"

An illusory tiger roar exploded in the soul. Looking at the phantom of the white tiger that was looming behind Zhao Yinshun, the expression on He Yubo's face slowly solidified.

What am I doing?

Thanks to the book friend [Old Dream of Nancheng?] for the reward.

I worked overtime again until after ten o'clock today, and I was irritated.

The key is that if there is feedback tomorrow, I have to continue working overtime. I really want to swear...

Don't wait tonight, and you'll see it when you wake up in the morning.

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