This is a strong man at the top of the sword, and the light of this sword can already suppress the power of heaven and earth.

A quarter of an hour later, a loud shout resounded throughout the world, causing thousands of miles of land to roar: "The Gale Bandit's attack on Sanhuo City is a provocation to our Xuanling Sword Sect."

"I, Xiong Ke, the elder of Zhenxuan Palace of Xuanling Sword Sect, issued a campaign order to wipe out all the wind bandits in Fuliao Wasteland."

An eight-story sword tower floated in the air, and the sword light swayed from it, shaking into the surrounding void.

The Xuanling Sword Sect sends out a mission to exterminate the Swift Wind Pirates!

Although all the immortal cultivators in Sanhuo City knew that the Xuanling Sword Sect would definitely take revenge, they did not expect such a cruel and direct attack.

Moreover, an elder deacon dared to issue an order to exterminate the powerful Gale Bandit. It turned out that the Xuanling Sword Sect did not take the Gale Bandit seriously at all.

There were all kinds of chaotic discussions in the city, but more people were relieved.

An unknown strong man from the Xuanling Sword Sect can break through the formation of ten thousand cavalry. Now that a deacon elder comes, of course he has to go head-to-head with the entire Gale Bandits scattered in the Fuliao Wasteland.

The Xuanling Sword Sect guarded the station, and the pale-faced Zhang Zhenbiao stood in attendance.

In front of him was an old man with a black beard wearing a black robe and carrying a long blue sword.

The old man's long eyebrows were like swords, and there seemed to be sword light surging in his eyes.

On both sides of the hall, several sword cultivators stood tall and straight, their bodies intertwined with sword intent.

At the bottom of the hall, Peng Mingdaojun, who was exhausted and trembling, was kneeling on the ground, shivering.

"Elder, the trial disciple of our sect whom Senior Brother Zhang mentioned has already left the newly repaired teleportation array."

"Just a quarter of an hour ago, Zuo Baichou from Wanshen Trading Company and Zhao Chen from Jujin Trading Company also left with him."

A middle-aged swordsman wearing half armor and carrying three long swords strode in from outside, cupped his fists and reported to the old man.

After hearing his words, the black-bearded old man frowned.

Zhang Zhenbiao below lowered his head, his eyes flashed with a hint of joy.

"Zhang Zhenbiao." The old man at the head spoke in a low voice with eyes as bright as lightning.

"Elder, this disciple is here." Zhang Zhenbiao bowed.

Xiong Ke is the supreme powerhouse at the pinnacle of human immortality and the elder of the Desolate Palace.

But he, Zhang Zhenbiao, was from Zhenxuan Hall and was not under Xiong Ke's command.

Today's respect is to respect him for coming to the rescue and respecting his status as an elder.

"The disciples of our sect were killed and injured, the fire in Sanhuo City dispersed, and the whole city suffered losses. As a guarding disciple, you have the unshirkable responsibility." There was indifference in Xiong Ke's voice.

Zhang Zhenbiao did not defend himself, he just lowered his head and said nothing.

If he really wanted to be punished, this elder would have taken action as early as when he was searching for the soul of Lord Peng Mingdao.

As of now, Han Muye has left again. Even if he wants to suppress him, there is no reason.

really.

"Although the blame cannot be evaded, your contribution is not small." There was a hint of gentleness in Xiong Ke's voice.

"One hundred Soaring Sky Tiger Guards, twenty Nine-Dead Fire Insects, and the Storm Bandits inside and outside the city." Xiong Ke shook his head, with emotion in his voice: "Even I can't imagine how you can defend the city in such a situation.

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His words made the surrounding Sword Sect disciples show a hint of admiration and look at Zhang Zhenbiao.

Judging from the information they gathered, Zhang Zhenbiao was seriously injured, fought to the death several times, and even wanted to return home with the city.

He fulfilled his duty to protect the land.

Moreover, Zhang Zhenbiao is also capable of preventing collapse in such a dangerous situation.

"The elder praises me greatly. This disciple relies on the majesty of the sect and the great power of our Sword Sect."

Zhang Zhenbiao raised his head, with a righteous look on his face.

"Also, Brother Han is also a disciple of my Sword Sect. His action is proof that our Sword Sect is prosperous and has countless strong men."

It was beautifully said.

Whether it was upholding the righteousness of the sect or raising questions about Han Muye's identity, he always stood by the sect.

He is worthy of being a disciple guarding one side.

Xiong Ke nodded, with a smile on his face: "The disciple surnamed Han has not yet had the official status of the sect, so it is better to just put the credit on you."

"The merits of a leader of the Wind Bandits, hundreds of Wind Bandits, and the Sky Tiger Guards are enough for you to redeem your merits and become a Sword Master."

This is a great achievement.

The disciples around him all looked envious.

As long as Han Muye's credit is erased, everything belongs to Zhang Zhenbiao.

Zhang Zhenbiao also flashed a trace of desire in his eyes, and then shook his head.

"Elder, it should be Brother Han's credit. I will never erase it."

Hearing his words, Xiong Ke's face darkened: "You have to think clearly, without great merit, your guilt is not small."

Zhang Zhenbiao laughed loudly, cupped his hands, and said loudly: "Don't worry, elder. When my brother Zhenxuan Hall comes, I will relinquish my duty of guarding and go to the Zhenxuan Hall station to receive my punishment."

After saying that, he bowed slightly and said, "This disciple is injured, so he needs to go get treatment first."

He turned around and left.

The expression on Xiong Ke's face changed as he stood there.

Several disciples looked at each other, and someone sent Peng Mingdaojun, who was lying limply on the ground, out.

"Elder, why do you want to erase the achievements of the disciple named Han?" The middle-aged swordsman who just stepped forward to report looked around and asked in a low voice.

Others are also curious.

They have explored the city and asked for information.

The disciple of the Sword Sect surnamed Han was very powerful in battle and could defeat the enemy with one sword. There were rumors about him throughout Sanhuo City.

Such a character can also greatly increase the reputation of the Sword Sect.

What's more, as long as this person becomes a formal disciple, he will definitely grow into an elite in the sect.

"What do you know?" Xiong Ke looked gloomy on his face and shouted: "This person is close to Zhang Zhenbiao, has become an official disciple, and will also join the Zhenxuan Hall."

"Now that the relationship between the masters of Zhenhuang Palace and Zhenxuan Palace is not harmonious, how can we increase the number of elites in Zhenxuan Palace?"

His words made everyone look stiff.

Xiong Ke waved his hand, shook his head and said: "You don't need to worry about this matter. The incident in Scattered Fire City will always be spread. Zhang Zhenbiao's credit cannot be escaped, nor can he be freed from his guilt."

"As for the disciple named Han, what if he can't become a disciple of my Sword Sect..."

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At this time, Han Muye, who was talking about everything in Sanhuo City, had passed through the teleportation array and quietly arrived at Yunlu City.

He didn't want to meet the powerful Xuanling Sword Sect man, just because he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

"Brother Han, I'm going to find a strong swordsman who is familiar with our Wanshen Trading Company," Zuo Baichou cupped his fists and whispered to Han Muye: "We, Wanshen Trading Company, will always be blamed for this mess.

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The red sandalwood stone marrow was brought by Zuo Baichou. It would be fine if we didn't conduct a thorough investigation. Once we conduct a thorough investigation, Wanshen Trading Company would not be able to explain clearly.

Zuo Baichou must rush to clear up his own business before Xuanling Sword Sect takes action.

Losing money to eliminate disasters is something that business people are used to.

"Brother Han, you'd better decide on your identity as soon as possible to avoid long nights and endless dreams." Zuo Baichou said softly to Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and said, "Okay, I'll go to the trial hall and confirm my identity."

After Zuo Baichou left, Han Muye, Zhao Chen, Du Sanzhen and others did not stop and went straight to the trial hall of Yunlu City.

This was the first time for Du Sanzhen and the others to come to Yunlu City. Looking at the stretching attics and various magnificent halls around them, their eyes were filled with golden light.

"This is what a big city in the world of immortality looks like!" An old man following Du Sanzhen sighed softly.

Yunlu City is eighty million miles away from Qingyun Town, and most of the immortal cultivators there have never been here.

The Fuliao Wasteland is difficult to cross, and the teleportation array is too expensive.

Bluestone slabs, golden pavilions, and grand halls stand in the center of Yunlu City.

These halls are the property of Xuanling Sword Sect.

"That's the trial hall of the Sword Sect." He pointed to a three-level hall in front of him. Zhao Chen showed a hint of excitement on his face and turned around and bowed to Han Muye.

"Zhao Chen congratulates Brother Han for his great success!"

Du Sanzhen and others hurriedly bowed and whispered: "I wish you great success!"

As long as Han Muye steps into the hall and passes the trial, he will have the status of a formal disciple of the Xuanling Sword Sect.

With this identity, he can truly gain a foothold in the fairy world.
Chapter completed!