Rebirth of the Urban Madman

For the first time, Audrey looked so lost. She did not attack Qin Xuan, but just looked up at the night sky like Qin Xuan. The darkness seemed to calm the heart of the Knight Commander.

After a long time, Qin Xuan turned back and pointed his finger at Audrey's forehead.

Boom!

The power of light burst out, as vast as the sea, but under this finger, it was like spring snow meeting the scorching sun, turning into nothingness.

"I'll give you a thought. I still need a servant. When you figure it out, you can come to me!" Qin Xuan nodded lightly, retracted his palm, and floated away.

This back was imprinted in Audrey's pupils, as unpredictable as a god, as if everything was under control.

Audrey clenched her fist slightly, her eyes cold.

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed!"

How could she, the first holy knight of the Holy See of Light and the Knight Commander of the Round Table, be willing to become a slave to others?

Audrey stood there, she turned back, the power of light in her hand burning fiercely.

She didn't know what the Chinese Green Emperor had done to her, and there was no difference in her mind, so she just thought he was playing tricks and didn't care.

The blazing white flames fell on the church and instantly turned into a raging fire. The red flames rose to the sky and illuminated the night.

"God, may there be no more sin in the world!"

Audrey clenched her hands and prayed devoutly.

...

China, Jinling Airport.

Qin Xuan walked out of the airport, looked at the people around him in a hurry, and his figure disappeared quietly.

On Longchi Mountain, Mo Qinglian's body was surrounded by wisps of spiritual energy, and her body was extremely cold, as if even the air was frozen.

In the distance, the black spirit in the spirit pool turned into a bixi, wandering and breathing.

The dragon soul was lying on a big rock, snoring softly. I am afraid that the world will never find that there is such a place like the myth in this world.

This place seems to be no longer the human world, but a real fairyland.

At the foot of Longchi Mountain, a figure just got off a 57.

He looked like water, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, but dressed in ancient brocade clothes, which was out of tune with this world.

"Is this the residence of the Chinese Green Emperor that Master mentioned?"

The young man frowned, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes.

"It turns out that the Chinese Green Emperor is just a worldly person!"

He shook his head slightly, with a hint of contempt, and slowly went up the mountain.

In the teahouse in Jinling, Ning Ziyang held his mobile phone, listening to the news inside, frowning.

"The New Year is approaching, what are the people from Kunlun doing down the mountain?" Ning Ziyang muttered to himself, his face full of solemnity.

Kunlun Mountain, Shennongjia... Since ancient times, China has had many strange legends. Even in the present, these legends have not been cut off, but they have been covered up by the secular world and gradually faded out of people's sight.

Ning Ziyang understands that some places and some legends have not really been cut off.

However, they have long understood that the times are different. This is no longer the era where people can wield swords and fight for justice.

In this era, what need do we need knights when we have police?

Ning Ziyang frowned, and his eyes flashed with fear for the word Kunlun.

"Qin Xuan has not returned yet, but He Yun just arrived at the He family yesterday. I hope that the people of Kunlun will not cause any trouble!" Ning Ziyang set off for Longchi Mountain with a trace of uneasiness.

In the Qianzi Villa, the young man in brocade frowned.

He stood for a few breaths, then frowned slightly and said, "Not here?"

Then he looked at the top of the mountain.

As early as when he just stepped into Longchi Mountain, he felt that the top of the mountain was different. Although it was secluded, he also had a unique way to inquire about something.

After a little thought, the young man went up the mountain without hesitation.

Until he walked to the front of the formation, his eyes were slightly focused on the white mist in front of him, covering his eyes.

"So it's here!" The young man smiled, he coughed lightly, and clasped his hands together, "Kunlun Ji Yaoyue, I come to pay homage to the Green Emperor, can I see him?"

The voice was not loud, but it had a kind of penetrating power, as if it penetrated the clouds and mist and went straight into the formation.

However, after waiting for a few minutes, Ji Yaoyue did not get any response.

This made him frown, and he was secretly a little unhappy in his heart, but he did not get angry. After all, he came with a purpose, not to cause trouble.

"Ji Yaoyue, pay homage to the Green Emperor, can I see him!" He spoke again, his voice was a little louder, containing a certain power, and it penetrated the formation, forcing the mist to churn.

Inside the formation, Yunyu yawned and glanced at Ji Yaoyue.

It frowned slightly, looking at Mo Qinglian who was immersed in cultivation, hesitated for a moment, and said nothing.

Qin Xuan had once told it not to show it to the world, and Yunyu had already remembered it and dared not disobey.

As long as no one tried to break into this formation, Yunyu would not care.

It opened its mouth and swallowed aHe exhaled a mouthful of spiritual mist, and then spit it out, and continued to lie lazily.

This time, Ji Yaoyue's face was slightly cold.

"Is he really not here?"

Ji Yaoyue was extremely unhappy. Even if he went to pay a visit to the Lord of the Huguo Mansion, he had never encountered such a cold reception.

After all, he came from Kunlun, the sacred mountain that has been legendary since ancient times.

"Well, let's wait a while. I don't believe that the Chinese Green Emperor is so arrogant." Ji Yaoyue made a wise decision and stood in front of the formation motionless, standing tall like a green pine.

At this moment, Ning Ziyang also arrived at the foot of Longchi Mountain.

He walked to the top of the mountain and saw Ji Yaoyue.

"It turned out to be Yaoyue!"

Ning Ziyang breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the person who came down the mountain was not a troublesome guy.

"Zhenwu Tianjun!" Ji Yaoyue's body was shocked, and he turned around, a little surprised, "Yaoyue was ordered to go down the mountain, but I didn't know that Tianjun was in Jinling. Please forgive me for my impoliteness!"

His eyes were like shuttles, with a certain light in them, as if he could see through everything.

But soon, Ji Yaoyue's expression was shocked, he retracted his gaze, and lowered his head.

He was shocked. The last time he saw Ning Ziyang, he could still see through a little, but this time, when he used the pupil technique, he could only see a ball of purple fire, as if what he saw was not a person in front of him, but a purple sun, shining brightly.

Ji Yaoyue understood what this meant. He had a heritage that transcended the secular world. For martial arts, there were few heritages in the world that could understand it more deeply than his heritage.

This Zhenwu Tianjun was going to become a terrestrial immortal!

This news shocked Ji Yaoyue's heart to the extreme. A terrestrial immortal, even his master could not despise him.

Ji Yaoyue's eyes were neither happy nor sad. He knew that even if he didn't see the Green Emperor this time, it would be worthwhile.

Ning Ziyang didn't care about Ji Yaoyue's peeping.

He said slowly: "The Green Emperor went overseas and hasn't returned yet. If you look for him, you'll probably be disappointed!"

After that, Ning Ziyang paused slightly and looked up and said: "How is the old immortal?"

Ji Yaoyue looked up slightly and said with a humble smile: "Master is fine. He has been in seclusion. But Master often mentioned the Heavenly King, saying that the tea is tasteless without the Heavenly King."

Ning Ziyang shook his head and smiled, "If I have time, I'll go there!"

There was a trace of melancholy in his eyes. Kunlun, an existence that even the top of China has to pay attention to and even fear. The strong people there are enough to match one-third of the Chinese martial arts world. It's a pity that Kunlun doesn't enter the world, otherwise how could China be so weak today?

Ning Ziyang retracted his thoughts and was about to speak, but his eyebrows moved and he turned his head to look into the distance.

"He's back?"

Ning Ziyang was shocked and turned around quickly, without paying attention to Ji Yaoyue.

"Who?" Ji Yaoyue asked involuntarily, following Ning Ziyang's gaze to the figure that was even younger than him.

Ning Ziyang's face was three parts surprised, three parts solemn, and three parts respectful, and he said word by word: "The Green Emperor of China!"