The wind and snow are getting stronger.
Zhao Wujiang sat quietly by the stove, the fire in his eyes curling up, and he remained silent.
Zhao Wujiang didn't know who the "He" in his heart was, but it was definitely not an ordinary existence that could make people know that he was afraid in his first words.
But it was absolutely impossible for Zhao Wujiang to watch Xuanyuan Jing die!
It's late spring, how long is that?
It’s only a hundred days from now!
In other words, if the curse is not lifted, Xuanyuan Jing only has a hundred days left to live.
Maybe Xuanyuan Jing had a premonition, which made him feel even more haggard.
Zhao Wujiang already has a vague outline in his heart. In this outline, there are many truths about the true face of the world.
But he still needed to know more, and there were still many questions in his mind that needed to be answered.
Why don’t powerful people of heaven level show up in the world? To be precise, why does the power of heaven not appear in the world?
The existence of sword slaves like the Sword Furnace Swordsman of the Sword Tomb is clearly against the way of the sword, so why does the Sword Tomb acquiesce?
Xuanyuan Yuheng is also a bloodline of the Xuanyuan family. Why can he live to be about forty years old?
Why did the abbot of Lanruo Temple do this? Are some people represented? What do these people want from me?
Why don't the powerful men in the arena intervene in the battle? Is it just because of some agreements? Shouldn't we protect our fellow citizens?
...
Zhao Wujiang couldn't understand. Now Daxia was about to fall into a big war situation again, and everything was troubled. Only by calming down the war could he answer many questions.
As the saying goes, the more you see, the less you know.
Improve your own strength first. No matter how the world changes, the stronger you are, the more stable you will be in the wind and waves.
Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly and drank hot wine again. Suddenly he frowned and looked outside the Hall of Nourishing Heart.
He felt that a strong person was approaching, and his aura was so strong that he was the strongest person he had ever felt so far, even stronger than Sword Tomb Pei Jingcheng, the ninth-level grandmaster.
None of the great elders of the Renzong and the abbot of Lanruo Temple that he had met in the Renzong group or Lanzhou Lanruo Temple had such a domineering aura.
Of course, it is most likely because the great elder or the host of Renzong has restrained his aura. After all, most powerful people will not reveal their aura deliberately.
But this strong man did not hide his powerful aura at all, and flew over so quickly, approaching the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with golden light. He did not feel any hostility, but when the strong man approached, he had to mobilize his cultivation to prepare to face him.
The invisible wind in the room stirred up and converged on Zhao Wujiang's palm.
Footsteps were heard outside the Yangxin Hall, and at the same time the powerful aura disappeared, as if to show respect to the owner of the Yangxin Hall.
Footsteps were approaching, and someone knocked on the door.
"Your Majesty, I would like to see you, my old minister Jiayi!"
Jia Yi? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, Long Yin Wei Jia Yi?
The higher the Long Yin Guard's serial number is, the more powerful it is basically.
Jia Yi, he had heard from Jia Ersan’s daily chats, that he was the elder of the elders in Longyin Guard.
After the owner of the Dragon Hidden Guard's serial number dies, it will generally not be inherited by the next person within fifty years, so there are many vacancies in the Dragon Hidden Guard's serial number.
As for Jia Yi, according to what Jia Er and San chatted about, the current Jia Yi seems to have existed more than a hundred years ago. There has never been a record of the death of Jia Yi and the serial number being inherited by someone else fifty years later.
In other words, today's Jiayi is at least a hundred years old.
As for cultivation, no one knows.
"Jiayi, the emperor is not in Yangxin Palace." Zhao Wujiang replied calmly.
"boom!"
Outside the house, a vast breath spread out, and the door of the Yangxin Hall was blown open. The wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly poured into the room, and only an angry shout was heard: "Who are you?"
Zhao Wujiang was alert, knowing that Jia Yi had misunderstood and was about to slash Feng Xue with his sword when an old man with green and white eyebrows and long beard appeared in front of him.
The old man pointed his finger, and the wind and snow behind him were like dragons, filling his robe, turning into a piece of heaven and earth in his palm, trapping Zhao Wujiang in an instant.
