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The long night passed quietly.

When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone in the courtyard, Zhang Yuan, who was sitting in the quiet room, opened his eyes.

He had just come out of the deepest state of meditation.

Zhang Yuan had been sitting all night.

However, at this moment, he was not tired or uncomfortable at all, but refreshed and energetic. His internal organs and limbs seemed to be reborn, and he felt an indescribable ease and joy.

Zhang Yuan really experienced the wonders of the fourth level!

Since last night, he has been practicing the "Righteous Qi Jue", moving the innate true qi condensed in the dantian in his body for a full five cycles.

This "Righteous Qi Jue" is peaceful and the progress of practice is slow, which requires years of hard work to improve.

But it is comprehensive and stable, and there is almost no danger of going astray.

After a night, Zhang Yuan's cultivation has improved a little bit, and the innate true qi accumulated in the dantian has increased by nearly 50%.

The efficiency of practice is more than ten times stronger than when he first condensed the true qi!

This is the power of the technique.

Zhang Yuan stood up, left the quiet room and went out to wash himself.

In fact, after he started practicing the "Righteous Qi Jue", his body dirt secreted less and less, his breath gradually changed, and even his skin showed a bright light.

Even if he didn't wash his face and brush his teeth, he was still clean and refreshed.

Washing in the morning is more like a habit.

Bang! Bang!

Zhang Yuan had just finished washing when someone knocked hard on the courtyard door outside.

Quite rude.

Zhang Yuan frowned and went out to open the door.

I saw a group of people coming to the door, all of them carrying knives and swords, with a fierce and unfriendly look.

One of the men with drooping eyes saw Zhang Yuan and immediately asked in a bad tone: "Are you the new tenant of this house?"

Zhang Yuan glanced at the other person, and then looked at a middle-aged man next to him.

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, was not tall and burly, and had a faint smile on his face.

Among this group of people, this person is the most ordinary and inconspicuous.

However, Zhang Yuan can see that the other party has the strongest cultivation strength, reaching the peak level of the third-level transformation.

He only needs to open up the sea of ​​qi and condense the true qi!

Coupled with the confidence that this person unconsciously reveals, there is no doubt that he is the leader of this group of people.

"I'm asking you a question!"

When Zhang Yuan ignored him, the man with slanted eyes suddenly became furious: "I...ah!"

As a result, before he finished spitting, he was slapped aside by the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man clasped his fists and saluted Zhang Yuan, and said solemnly: "I am Yang Lang, the incense master of the outer hall of Wuwei Gate. May I ask your name?"

His eyesight is more than one level better than that of the man with slanted eyes. Realizing that something is wrong, his tone is more cautious and vigilant!

Zhang Yuan calmly showed a bronze plaque: "The guardian outside the Heavenly King Palace, Zhao Yun."

This is the identity plaque Zhang Yuan got after being officially registered in the Heavenly King Palace.

This is the first time he used it today.

In fact, after renting this house, he was waiting for the people from Wuwei Gate to show up.

The other party really came.

"It turned out to be the Heavenly King's guardian!"

Yang Lang's face changed again, and there was a strong fear in his eyes.

He saw that Zhang Yuan was a fourth-level warrior, so he gave him what he thought was enough respect.

But there was not much fear.

Because there are not only many fourth-level warriors in Wuwei Gate, but also stronger fifth-level warriors. Yang Lang came on behalf of his own sect, so how could he be afraid of Zhang Yuan, a mere fourth-level warrior?

If he retreated, it would be a joke!

But Yang Lang never thought that Zhang Yuan was actually the guardian of the Heavenly King Palace.

This is very different.

There are many gangs and family forces inside and outside Xiaxu, and the Heavenly King Palace occupying the high tower in Zhongxu is undoubtedly the most special existence.

The status of the Heavenly King Hall has always been detached, and it never easily intervenes in the disputes of various forces.

But if you think that the Heavenly King Hall is weak, you are wrong!

Although the external protectors are not real people in the hall, they are not people that Yang Lang and others can look down on.

Not to mention that he is a master of incense, even if the hall master comes, he still has to give some face.

Yang Lang's mind raced, and he immediately smiled and said: "That's really a misunderstanding, Yang is very offensive, please forgive me!"

Then, he bowed to Zhang Yuan again.

Seeing this, the man with drooping eyes also bowed and apologized: "Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!"

"Master Yang Xiang is too polite."

Zhang Yuan smiled and said: "Actually, I know that your gang has some disputes with this landlord, but these things have nothing to do with me. I am just a tenant, and I will not pay less fees!"

As he said, he handed over the silver that had been prepared: "This is for this month."

Living in Xiaxu, unless you are a member of a gang or family, every household must pay the fees.

Fees are also one of the most important sources of income for sects such as Wuweimen.

This fee is considered a protection fee.

But it also covers some aspects of life.

For example, daily patrols of the streets outside, cleaning, and even mediation of neighborhood disputes.

In fact, these gangs have replaced the functions of the government.

Charging is also a reasonable thing.

Zhang Yuan did not think that he had the need to fight against such rules, and he was not unable to pay the silver.

So he had inquired about it before.

Yang Lang hesitated for a moment, then took the silver from Zhang Yuan and said with a smile: "Thank you for your generosity, Zhao. I admire you very much. I will invite you to Chunfeng Pavilion to have a chat when I have time in the future!"

Chunfeng Pavilion is a famous restaurant in Xiaxu, with a very high level of consumption.

With Yang Lang's status, he can only book a table in the lobby on the first floor at most.

Having a chat in the pavilion is just a nice way of saying it!

But saying this is both a respect for Zhang Yuan and a face-saving thing for himself.

Zhang Yuan nodded: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye!"

After Yang Lang and others left, Zhang Yuan weighed the bronze medal of the guardian in his hand.

The tiger skin of Tianwang Palace is still quite scary, at least it can deter gangs like Wuweimen.

After this, he can practice here peacefully.

If nothing unexpected happens this month, Zhang Yuan plans to sign a long-term contract with the landlord and live here for two or three years.

As for the dispute between the landlord and Wuweimen, Zhang Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to it.

If the other party wanted to drag him into the water.

Then Zhang Yuan would not mind harvesting a few essences!

Zhang Yuan went to the room and took a small flag and stuck it on the roof of his house.

This Taoist flag, like the guardian card, is a proof of identity.

However, the Taoist flag can also be used as a mark for the Heavenly King Hall to transmit messages.

Or an anchor point.

The Heavenly King Hall is within the scope of Xiaxu and does not use kites to transmit information.

It uses talismans!

The mystery of it is not something Zhang Yuan can understand at present.

In the following days, he stayed at home and did not go out, concentrating on practicing the "Righteous Qi Jue".

Try to penetrate the meridians and tendons, and cleanse the bones and marrow!