That night, everyone in the capital of the Song Dynasty was alarmed.
Just now, the two rainbows in the sky only attracted the attention of the monks, but then dozens of crisp blows spread in the air, shocking everyone in the capital.
Countless people got up, opened their windows, and looked at the two strips of light that were slowly dissipating in the night sky, wondering what was happening.
In this night when countless people have insomnia, Lin Shan on the street is facing a life and death decision, how to turn defeat into victory, or escape.
The golden stream of light in the sky stopped steadily in mid-air. Looking at the small green dots on the ground, the old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family sneered again and again. Just when he was about to continue taking action, he suddenly saw the defensive magic weapon offered in front of Lin Shan. He vaguely felt that it looked familiar?
Taking a closer look, some fragments from more than a hundred years ago flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but exclaimed: "Yun Bronze Breast Guard!"
"What's your relationship with Zuo Zhenren?"
Lin Shan was shocked when he suddenly heard this exclamation. This old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family knew this magical weapon?
Then he reacted immediately.
correct! When Zuo Zhenren gave him this magic weapon, Mr. Zhang, the appraiser, could recognize it at a glance. It seemed to be the famous magic weapon that Zuo Zhenren had made before he became a golden elixir.
Everyone seems to know the older generation who often go to Yichuanfang City.
Thinking of this, Lin Shan suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to use this to raise the banner, and maybe it would have miraculous effects.
At this time, on the surrounding houses in the distance, individual cultivators followed in groups, looking at the situation here from a distance.
It was obvious that he was curious about which monk who had no eyesight dared to anger the seniors in the foundation building stage of the royal family. At the same time, he planned to wait until the battle was over to show his face and establish friendship with the foundation building of the royal family.
After all, everyone usually makes offerings to the major palaces or forces in the capital, so it is right to have a better relationship with the seniors of the royal family. A rough count of these people shows that there are thirty or forty cultivators.
Lin Shan's mind was spinning rapidly and he responded immediately. At the same time, he used his spiritual power to amplify his voice so far that most of the people in the capital could hear it in the silent night.
"Lin Shan, under the sect of Elder Zuo Zhenren of the Jindan period of Xiayichuan House of Internal Affairs, met the seniors of the foundation building period of the royal family!"
The loud sound spread under the night sky for a long time and echoed continuously.
After hearing this, countless mortals in the capital wondered in their hearts which force Yi Chuan was? Zuo Zhenren? The foundation building period of the royal family? What do these mean?
However, although some leaders of big forces, princes, nobles, etc. did not know the inside story, Xiuxianfang City Yichuan still heard a little bit about it, and everyone was shocked in their hearts and could not control themselves.
The immortal cultivators who were watching the battle in the distance were even more shocked. The elder of Yichuan Internal Affairs Office! Disciple of Jindan Qizuo Zhenren! Does the person the ancestor of the royal family is chasing have such an identity?
The old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family in the sky was stunned by this loud voice. After he saw the Yun Bronze Breast Guard, he felt that Lin Shan might have something to do with Zuo Zhenren.
But if it matters, it matters. Why are you shouting so loudly? What do you mean by letting the whole capital hear it?
As for the meaning, everyone present knew it clearly.
Before Lin Shan revealed his identity, the old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family killed him. No one knew who he was killing, so he naturally had no scruples.
But now everyone knows that if you kill him again, you have to carefully consider the consequences. Because no one can guarantee whether there will be opportunistic cultivators going to Yichuan to report to Zuo Zhenren.
When the golden elixir stage master becomes furious, even if he is a royal foundation-building stage monk, he will not be able to escape punishment!
After all, the royal family of the Song Dynasty was just a puppet to be supported. As long as the bloodline was still there, no major sect was willing to go out of its way to cause trouble for Jindan Zhenren for the sake of a few royal monks.
The atmosphere gradually became solemn, and it seemed as if a violent storm was about to come throughout the capital. The casual cultivators and worshipers watching around were all trembling with fear, cursing in their hearts that they had nothing to do with joining in the fun.
Who knows how this guy below pissed off the Royal Family Establishment and was caught and hunted down. If the senior royal foundation builder in front of us insists on killing him, then in order to block the news, those of us who are insiders will also have to silence...
Lin Shan stared at the sky solemnly. As soon as the opponent made a move, he would directly strengthen the talisman or magic weapon according to the drill plan in his mind.
Regardless of success or failure, if you give this a try, you will never sit back and die!
The old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family in the sky stepped on the golden flying sword and was unable to get off the tiger for a while, with a gloomy expression on his face.
Now this kid killed Princess Dayan, whom he bought at a huge price. To be honest, this matter is not impossible to expose.
But the problem is that the eyes of countless people in the capital are watching now.
If Master Jindan Qizuo were standing in front of him and he gave in, everyone would think it was natural and there was nothing wrong with him.
But in front of me, he was just a young boy in the Qi training period. One moment, he was chasing him, and the next moment, he immediately revealed his identity, and he allowed him to run wild on his own territory without daring to act rashly. The dignity of the Song Dynasty royal family would be completely ruined!
It was not that he had not doubted the authenticity of what this boy said, but with the "Cloud Bronze Breast Mirror" in front of him, even if he was not a disciple of Zuo Zhenren, it probably had something to do with Zuo Zhenren.
The scene was eerily quiet, and no one dared to speak at this time, falling into a strange stalemate.
Everyone is waiting for the choice of the old man in the foundation building period of the heavenly royal family.
To kill or not to kill?
The casual cultivators around were all vaguely prepared to escape. If the royal foundation was to take action, they would definitely be liquidated as witnesses, and one by one they would be able to escape.
What I hope now is that the kid below is not too big of a trap and there is still a chance to recover.
Lin Shan secretly curled his lips, thinking that the old man above me was probably still in the dark about what I really did. When Prince Qi Jinyi dies in middle age and those weird big eyes appear, I'm afraid...
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Just when the atmosphere was tense, deep in the palace of the capital, a sudden momentum rose into the sky, and a purple stream of light flew slowly to the middle of the field in the expectant eyes of everyone.
The stream of light stopped, and two people stood one behind the other on a purple thundercloud.
In front of him was a middle-aged man in purple robe, with a hairpin on his head and a jade belt around his waist, exuding the spiritual pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Behind him was a young man in white robes, but he was only in the late stage of Qi training.
All the casual cultivators breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the middle-aged man in purple robe. The old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family could not silence everyone now.
The visitor has a great name, his Taoist name is Lei Yunzi, he is the direct descendant of the Zixiao Sect among the three major immortal sects in the Song Dynasty, and he is the representative of the great sect in the palace. Let's not talk about whether the royal family foundation has the courage to silence them, but they may not be able to beat them just by beating them.
After all, there were many sects of cultivating immortals in the Song Dynasty, but the one who could become the leader was that each of the three top sects had magical powers to suppress the sect and had been passed down through dozens of lines.
Each lineage has monks in the foundation building stage and even the golden elixir stage, and it is even said that there is the Nascent Soul Lord who is so aloof that the divine dragon never sees its head or tail.
A dynasty that was supported in the mortal world in the Song Dynasty was equivalent to a guard dog raised by others. If it dared to anger the people of the three sects, it would naturally not get any good results.
At this time, when the old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family saw the middle-aged man in purple robe, he had no choice but to say hello: "Fellow Taoist Lei Yunzi."
Lei Yunzi nodded casually, somewhat condescendingly, looked around leisurely, and asked casually:
"What happened, fellow Taoist, want to go to war in such a big way?"
When the old man in the foundation-building stage of the royal family saw that Lei Yunzi was too lazy to return the favor and had an arrogant attitude, he felt that the edges had been smoothed away long ago. He just responded with a slightly apologetic smile: "It's just a junior who killed me and came back from the Yichuan auction. ..”
But before he finished speaking, the young man in white robe behind Lei Yunzi suddenly interrupted. He carefully observed Lin Shan on the street below several times from the sky, and asked vaguely uncertainly.
"Are you...Lin Shan?"
Lin Shan, who heard the voice, turned his eyes to where he came from and saw the white-robed young man who made the noise. His eyes seemed familiar, a bit like an old friend who had taken the blame for him in the Lin family in Qinghe County.
"Lin...Lin Fan?"
