Tian Yuan

When brothers compete, they will naturally not be serious about it. They will mainly play around and sharpen some of the newly learned things to improve their practical experience.

If we really want to judge the situation, Ying Jiuye's chances of winning are definitely higher.After all, he is the young master of the Imperial Clan and controls the top imperial arts in the clan.

Chang Ziqiu and Ying Jiuye were tired from playing, so they sat on the sea of ​​clouds, watching the moon and drinking wine.

"I decided to go out in a few days."

Ying Jiuye cannot stay in Qingzong forever. In recent days, he has been receiving summons from the clan's senior officials and cannot delay further.

"Yes." Chang Ziqiu responded: "Be careful and don't die."

"What? Worried about me?"

Ying Jiuye raised the corner of his mouth.

"You are overthinking." Chang Ziqiu rolled his eyes: "You drank so much of my good wine, and if you die before repaying it, wouldn't I lose blood?"

"Okay, next time I come back, I will bring you a lot of wine."

Ying Jiuye laughed and made a promise.

The two chatted for a few words, and their expressions gradually became serious.Times have changed, and invisible pressure makes them feel their hearts sinking. The road to spiritual cultivation in the future will inevitably be full of thorns and difficult to move forward.

A few days later, Ying Jiuye left Qingzong.

In a corner of the Northern Wasteland, there is a temporary palace residence.

Dozens of people from the Guiyan Emperor Clan live here, some old and some young.

"Little Lord."

When Ying Jiuye appeared, everyone turned around and saluted.

"What happened when you called me in such a hurry?"

Facing people of his own clan, Ying Jiuye's expression was cold, and he did not have the casualness and gentleness that he had in Qingzong.

"For nearly a hundred years, Venerable Chen has not shown up. There is a high probability that something unexpected has happened. Regarding the soldiers of the Ancestral Emperor, we need to find another way."

One elder got right to the point.

"It's only a hundred years, and the commander's room is empty. Who dares to decide whether Venerable Chen is alive or dead?"

Although Ying Jiuye has been staying in Qingzong, he has heard some rumors from outside, which are nothing more than remarks that Chen Qingyuan is dead and useless.

"There is no smoke without fire. Since there is such a rumor, we cannot sit back and wait. We must have other countermeasures."

If Chen Qingyuan is really dead, the senior officials of the Imperial Clan will not care about their relationship with Qingzong.

"Young Master, you have a noble status and it is not appropriate to stay in Qingzong."

A junior wanted to take the opportunity to show off, boldly stepped forward and said with his hand.

"Is it your turn to intervene when I do something?"

Ying Jiuye turned his gaze to this young man, his voice cold and his eyes sharp.

"I'm sorry, young master." The young man was frightened, bowed and trembled: "I made a mistake, young master, please forgive me."

"I know what you are thinking. You always put profit first. You think Qingzong is likely to lose Venerable Chen, and you don't want to waste time here."

Ying Jiuye did not want to be angry with a junior. He glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "As long as I am still the son of Emperor Guiyan, you don't need to worry about what I do. I have my own sense of proportion. If you are not convinced, you can report it to the family's elders. , remove me from the position of emperor’s son and replace me with someone else.”

"Don't dare."

Even the ancestor of the Four Steps of Shenqiao bowed slightly at this moment to express his apology.

"I can't wait."

The rest joined in.

In terms of talent and perseverance in the huge Guiyan Imperial Clan, no one of the same age can compare with Ying Jiuye.

"whoosh"

The atmosphere in the hall was rather dull and depressing. At this moment, the door of the hall was suddenly pushed open, and a Mahayana elder rushed in in a hurry.

"What's the matter?"

A certain ancestor frowned, slightly displeased, thinking that the gifted people were too impatient and did not understand etiquette.

"Young Master, ancestors, according to the latest reliable news, the silver-haired woman of unknown origin has appeared in the ancient world area and is heading towards the ancient palace."

The informant said loudly.

"what?"

Hearing the sound, everyone's expressions changed and they were shocked.

The ancestral weapon of the Yan Emperor Clan, the Imperial Soldier, was trapped in the ancient palace.

The silver-haired woman is strange and mysterious. She suddenly went to the ancient palace. Will there be a change?

Thinking of this, everyone was shocked and excited, and quickly set off, heading straight to the ancient area of ​​Dizhou.

On the other side, Imperial State.

The ancient world, the place where the Hundred Meridians once held a feast, is one of the fragments of the ancient battlefield.

An ancient black palace is suspended deep in a corner of the ancient world. It is surrounded by complex and terrifying ancient Taoist patterns that still exist today.

There are many practitioners staying around the ancient temple, and they have refused to leave for many years.I am afraid that as soon as I step forward, the restrictions of the ancient palace will be lifted, and the best chance to compete for the supreme opportunity will be lost.

Many years ago, the silver-haired woman met Nangong Ge and figured out a word.

汐！

Later, the silver-haired woman deeply imprinted the word "Xi" in her mind and thought about it every moment.

I went to many galaxies and admired the beautiful scenery in various places. I vaguely remembered something and subconsciously reached out to grab it, only to find that it was empty and there was nothing.

This feeling is very uncomfortable. It's obvious that I'm close to capturing a trace of memory, but I'm always a little short of it.

As I walked, I unknowingly came to the ancient world of Dizhou and entered it.

"Why am I here?"

The silver-haired woman looked at the unfamiliar environment and asked herself.

While deep in thought, he took a random step and arrived here inexplicably, causing the silver-haired woman to stop in her tracks.

She stood there as if petrified. After several hours, she turned her head and looked in one direction.

His indifferent eyes penetrated all the void and stared at the ancient palace at the end.

Deep inside, there was a slight tremor.

This was the first time since the silver-haired woman woke up that she felt this kind of attraction.It's not very strong, but it's there.

"Is there...something there?"

The silver-haired woman muttered to herself and decided to go and have a look and answer her questions.

With that subtle curiosity, I walked slowly.

After a while, he stood in the area outside the ancient palace.

All the practitioners nearby recognized the silver-haired woman and hid far away. Just a glance at her shocked their hearts and made them extremely frightened.

If anyone dares to be disrespectful at all, they will be enveloped by unknown forces, as if being stared at by the God of Death, with one foot stepping into the gate of hell.

In today's world, no one knows how terrifying the silver-haired woman is.

Even though she didn't do anything, any strong person who dared to attack her would definitely die without exception.

No one has seen the silver-haired woman's movements, and no one can describe her noble appearance.

Moreover, those who have seen her appearance with their own eyes, no matter what their level of cultivation, will soon have vague memories. They only know her outline, a sky blue dress, and silver hair like snow.

Her dignity cannot be blasphemed even in her heart, and remains mysterious and unknown.

"clatter"

Stop for a moment and move on.

The silver-haired woman walked slowly towards the ancient palace, as if she didn't care about the ancient laws entangled outside the palace.

The monks who saw this scene widened their eyes and held their breath, wondering what would happen next.