In the Royal Guards of the Royal City.

Commander Lu He led 200 people to inspect Nancheng.

He is the lord of gods and demons, and is highly respected among the Imperial Guards.

At this time, soldiers came to report.

"The Commander-in-Chief has sent word that since morning, thirty-two real people of the Golden Elixir level have entered the South Gate. Three of them are already at the Golden Elixir level. We must pay close attention to them, especially those who have just entered the city.

That Dragon Lord Zhuang Ming once escaped from Zhenxuan and now lives in the eighth courtyard of Yunlou, but..."

"But what?" Lu He said.

"The leader of the Guiyuan Sect, the elder of the Taiyuan Sect, and Chen Feiyun of the Jingtian Sect all went to the Yun Tower just now. Preliminary speculation is that they are going towards the Dragon Lord Zhuang Ming." The soldier responded.

"this……"

Lu He frowned.

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

Without the permission of the young master and Mr. Liu, if you rush over at this time, once you fall into the eyes of some people, will you be connected with the young master?

After thinking about it more carefully, with the young master's ability, he is naturally not afraid of people under Zhenxuan, and there is no need to come forward himself.

Lu He considered this in his mind and immediately said: "The Nancheng Imperial Guard is divided into twenty-six teams. There is Commander Fan guarding Yunlou. He did not ask for help, and we do not need help. We will continue to patrol as usual."

All the imperial guards should be like this.

Lu He, on the other hand, was wearing black armor, holding a long sword in his hand, his eyebrows were cold, but the thoughts in his mind kept turning.

When the young master comes to the city this time, he may not need to see him, Lu He.

But Young Master Liu Yuexuan, who was in charge of the affairs of the royal city, had to meet him.

Logically speaking, with the master's plan, he would naturally enter the city quietly. Why would he enter the city directly without any cover-up and appear so high-profile?

"The young master himself is very eye-catching. If the Guiyuan Sect's first disciple and others go there this time, I am afraid that it will also attract the attention of those who want to do good things. Many people will stare there... From now on, the informants of various houses 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 the Bachelor's Mansion, they can control every possible move in the royal city and every move of the Young Master... I'm afraid it won't be easy to leave Yun Tower and see Liu Yuexuan."

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above the street.

Yue Ting stretched.

He changed into a dark red robe, held his coquettish magic sword, and swaggered through the city.

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

"The name of my jade-faced white light sword cannot be passed on by Zhenyue. I can only use the reputation of the jade-faced young man."

"It's a pity. What a great opportunity to become famous. We can only wait a little longer. After the limelight has passed, Young Master agreed, and let everyone know that the name of the Jade-faced Young Master is actually the Jade-faced White Light Sword."

Yue Ting sighed sadly, lowered his head, raised his hand, and asked: "Long Jun, do you think so?"

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Cloud Tower.

The Eighth House.

Boom!

The blade of the sword was deflected.

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

And it was melted instantly by the fierce energy and blood.

Under the muffled sound and vibration.

The two figures stepped away from each other.

There is already a deep pit in the courtyard.

On both sides of the pit, two people stood facing each other.

"who are you?"

Chen Feiyun held the sword in his right hand, with a solemn expression. He raised his left hand, touched his neck with two fingers, and then put it in front of his eyes. He saw blood on both fingers.

On the opposite side of the pit, the strong man with an indifferent expression had a sword mark on the back of his right hand, which was deep enough to show the bone.

This fight lasted only in the blink of an eye, but the two of them had fought back and forth more than ten times, each suffering injuries.

Although the injuries were not serious, neither Zhenyue nor Chen Feiyun dared to underestimate the opponent in front of them.

One is a master of horizontal training, a top god and demon, only half a step away from the Zhenxuan level. He has a strong body and fierce fists, which can be said to be extremely strong.

One is Jindan Perfect, the pinnacle real person, who is also close to Zhenxuan. He relies on the sharpness of the magic sword and the edge of the sword, which is also extremely powerful.

Both of them have reached the pinnacle level of this realm, and the difference is not even a hair's breadth.

"Today's confrontation can only end here."

Chen Feiyun sheathed his sword and said coldly: "In the royal city, there is no distinction between life and death, nor can we have a hearty battle. You and I have a lot of scruples, but the previous battle showed that you are extremely strong, and you have control over power and timing.

The grasp is very good. Even outside the royal city, if you and I give it a try, we will not be able to determine the outcome in a moment."

Zhenyue looked indifferent and just nodded, having the same idea as the other party.

Chen Feiyun paused and said: "As I said before, I failed to defeat you, so I am not qualified to challenge your young master. But... your young master is really stronger than you?"

Zhenyue paused for a moment, thinking about his words, and then said: "I am a follower, not a guard."

Chen Feiyun's pupils shrank, then nodded and said: "I understand."

Such powerful gods and demons are only Zhuang Ming's followers, not Zhuang Ming's guards.

In other words, Zhuang Ming did not need his protection at all.

Zhuang Ming's ability is higher than this person's.

Chen Feiyun thought in his heart that compared to Zhenyue, his own skills were only on par with those of Zhenyue. Since Zhenyue was not as good as Zhuang Ming, he must not be Zhuang Ming's opponent.

Thinking like this, he exhaled and turned to leave.

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

"Your name is Zhenyue?"

"Yes." Zhenyue responded.

"Your energy and blood are strong and full of vitality, like a thriving green tree. You are not even more than a year old, right?"

"Jiazi?" Zhenyue was slightly puzzled.

"That is sixty years old." Chen Feiyun said.

"Of course I'm under sixty." Zhenyue responded.

"You're not even sixty years old. With such ability, why don't you have a place on the list of outstanding people?"

Chen Feiyun said this, and without waiting for Zhenyue's response, he added: "That's right, Zhuang Ming had no reputation before. The vast East Continent is so vast that the Great Chu Scholars' Palace may not be able to collect the knowledge of all the practitioners in the world.

news to make the list.”

Zhenyue was still thinking about how to respond. Hearing this, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was asked and answered by himself, so that he would not have to think of excuses.

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

Zhenyue remained silent and did not reply this time.

Chen Feiyun also fell silent for a moment, then immediately took steps to leave the courtyard.

He was originally obsessed with swordsmanship, indifferent to human relationships, and had a taciturn temperament.

It's just that Zhenyue's abilities were so different from his own that he felt a bit of pity for him, and he couldn't help but think about it and ask a few more questions.

Since Zhenyue didn't want to answer, he said no more.

He just walked to the door and drew his sword from its sheath.

"What else do you want to do?"

Zhenyue's eyes showed a cold look.

Chen Feiyun looked back and said calmly: "Your young master doesn't want to be harassed by idle people, but he asked you to guard the door. But in my eyes, you are also an outstanding figure in the contemporary era, how can you be harassed by idle people?"

His sword slashed across the land in front of the courtyard.

The sword mark is more than three feet deep and is unfathomable.

The sword energy still remains, but it has not dissipated.

"Anyone who can cross this sword mark must at least have the ability to reach the upper level of the Golden Core."

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

When Zhenyue heard this, a smile appeared on his lips.

Chen Feiyun sheathed his sword and saluted him.
Chapter completed!