Inside Songhai City.
In an inn.
In an inconspicuous room in the inn, Xinghun sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated.
There was some noise outside, but he seemed not to have heard it.
He is healing.
Although there was no external injury at all, his cheeks twitched from time to time, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and the cold sweat dripping down his forehead were enough to show that this injury was extremely troublesome for him.
He was injured by the Confucian Wei Yan with a wooden sword. The injury was in his meridians. He was not aware of it at first. When he started to heal, Xinghun realized how domineering Wei Yan's internal power was.
It is both yin and yang, yet soft and yet strong and domineering.
Although this internal force is nothing but a rootless root in one's own meridians, even a little grinding can erase this internal force. However, the longer this internal force exists in one's own body, the greater the damage to the meridians in one's body will be. .
This is terrible.
Most of his strength lies in this unfathomable body, inherited from the Yin Yang family, and the internal strength gained from daily hard training. If he wants to exert his internal strength, he must rely on his meridians.
His meridians cannot be damaged or leave any sequelae.
Damage to his meridians would have a particularly serious impact on him, both in terms of strength and future.
"Damn it..." Xinghun secretly gritted his teeth and said in his heart.
At the same time, he now had some new thoughts about Wei Yan.
Was it shock that he had underestimated him, fear, or...jealousy?
How did Wei Yan practice?
Then Wei Yan is only fifteen years old. He started practicing from his mother's womb. How can he develop this kind of skill? !
His talent is already top-notch in the world. At such a young age, both Yin and Yang arts and martial arts have reached a level that would be difficult for ordinary people to achieve in their entire lives.
He also has the internal power inherited from the predecessors of the Yin Yang family. In terms of skill alone, he even boasts that he can surpass the so-called invincible world and the troubled Guigu Zongheng!
But he still lost to Wei Yan.
Whether it was martial arts or internal strength, he was no match for the boy in white.
This made him, who had always been proud, extremely frustrated.
But now is not the time for frustration.
With his city, his rationality will no longer be affected by his emotions.
The top priority now is to suppress the injury before Confucian recovers, and then leave Songhai.
If the injury hadn't had a serious impact on his future, he would have wanted to run away.
Not to mention that his Corpse God Curse Gu has been exhausted, even if it has not been exhausted, it is impossible for this method to plot against the Confucian people for the second time.
If that old monster Wan Zhang catches him, he will have to shed a layer of his skin even if he doesn't die.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
There was a sound of footsteps that made his hair stand on end.
Even if he really heals his wounds, with his skills, no one can get close to him without being noticed.
But he didn't notice anyone approaching him.
The sound of footsteps was half a meter behind him.
"When is it!" Alarm bells rang in Xinghun's heart, and before he could get up to take action, a hand pressed on his shoulder.
At the same time, a thick and familiar invisible force followed the hand. In just a moment, the strong force had dispersed all Wei Yan's sword energy.
Xinghun quickly stood up and saluted the person behind him.
"Your Excellency Donghuang." Xinghun concealed the shock in his heart and saluted him. He looked at the unfathomable figure that was hidden under the black robe and looked like the Milky Way.
Donghuang Taiyi is the leader of the Yin-Yang family and has never left the Yin-Yang family, but now he has come to Songhai!
In his impression, His Excellency Donghuang rarely left the Yin Yang family.
"Why are you here?" Xinghun asked, looking at Donghuang Taiyi in front of him.
Donghuang Taiyi under the black robe said nothing, but slowly turned his gaze towards him.
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Inside Songhai City.
Net stronghold.
A figure dressed in pink landed in front of the stronghold.
The whole body is a slim-fitting metal battle suit with purple and white stripes. The legs and right arm are covered with fish-scale armor, and the breastplate is engraved with fish-like patterns.
An iron mask engraved with a spider web pattern covered her face, but with the pair of wet autumn eyes exposed, people could still feel the woman's beauty.
The clothes were very slim-fitting, which highlighted the woman's beautiful figure with a slender waist and convex front. Her pair of slender, straight, white and round legs looked extremely feminine under the decoration of fishnet stockings.
She was wearing a pair of purple high heels, but this did not affect her agility at all, and her hanging skirt fluttered slightly in the wind.
The young boy who was lounging around at the door saw the sudden appearance of the woman and hurriedly stood up to greet her.
Rather than being curious about the peerless face under the mask of the beauty in front of you, or drooling over her perfect figure, what you should pay more attention to is the sharp sword in her hand!
Frightened Salamander, one of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue.
Luo Wang is a top-notch killer.
It was Tian Yan who came.
The Salamander Sword that had been lying in the warehouse of her trading platform for a long time had once again seen the light of day.
With her current strength, it doesn't really matter which sword she uses, but she has a special obsession with the famous sword left by her mother.
"Lord Jing Salamander." The other party quickly saluted Tian Yan.
Tian Yan nodded, and then walked into the Luowang stronghold under his guidance.
Someone would be there to deliver her orders for the next mission.
Over and over again, until she is so powerful that she no longer needs to take orders from anyone.
She saw the messenger who came to give her orders.
He is still an acquaintance of hers, with a first-class killing character and a Dilian.
"I have seen Lord Jing Salamander in my humble position." When Di Lian saw Tian Yan, he quickly saluted Tian Yan.
Tian Yan didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.
"Lord Zhao Gao has an order for Lord Jing Salamander to go to Daze Mountain. There is an important task for you." Dilian knelt down on one knee and said to Tian Yan.
"I understand." Tian Yan's cold female voice came from behind the iron mask.
Apart from official duties, the two of them had nothing to do with each other, and Tian Yan had nothing to do with him.
"Lord Jing Salamander." Seeing Tian Yan was about to leave, Di Lian quickly stopped Tian Yan.
"Is there anything else?" Tian Yan looked back at him with some confusion.
"For what happened last time, I would like to thank Lord Jing Salamander for his righteous action and saving his life. Under the orders of Lord Zhao Gao, the commander of the Central Chemistry Mansion, Beizhi will be Lord Jing Salamander's subordinate from now on.
In order to thank Lord Jingyu for saving his life, I prepared a heartfelt gift for you. Dilian said to Tian Yan quickly.
With that said, Di Lian stood up and walked towards a square wooden box with ornately carved patterns placed on the table nearby.
This gift is very special, very memorable, and most importantly, very expensive.
But if you can please your future immediate boss, you might be able to save your life at some point.
"Oh? Luo Sheng only has tasks, regardless of friendship!" Tian Yan looked at the person who was about to bribe him with some surprise and said coldly.
But it did not stop any of Dilian's actions.
Opening the wooden box, there were white jade wine bottles and two white jade wine glasses inside.
"Lord Jing Salamander, please allow me to introduce you to Lord Jing Salamander. It is said that Han Feizi is good at fine wine. This white jade jug and wine bottle are the relics of Han Feizi. They are extremely valuable. My subordinates spent a lot of effort to get them." As he spoke, Lian smiled flatteringly at Lord Jing Salamander in front of him.
He didn't know what Lord Jing Salamander liked, but who wouldn't like priceless good things?
