God Emperor

"Zhang Ruochen, why did you stop me just now?"

After boarding the White Dragon Holy Ship, Duanmu Xingling shook off Zhang Ruochen's hand and widened his almond-shaped eyes. There was still a chill in his eyes, and he was obviously very angry.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Xue Yingrou and I were just competing in swordsmanship. We are not as close as you think. We are both students of Wucheng Academy, so why do we have to get out of control?"

"Perhaps you just want to give her some pointers on her swordsmanship for the sake of your fellow disciples, but she doesn't think that way. Can't you tell?"

"It doesn't matter what other people think. The key is to be yourself." Zhang Ruochen said.

Duanmu Xingling rolled her eyes and said, "Really? I saw with my own eyes that she kissed you."

Hearing this, Si Xingkong, Chang Qiqi, and even the rabbit Guoguo who was chewing the elixir, all turned around and stared at Zhang Ruochen in surprise.

Everyone was shocked.

Chang Qiqi felt both envy and admiration, and said, "Oh my God! Junior Brother Zhang, is this really happening? Xue Yingrou is a beautiful woman who has captured the hearts of many people, and she actually takes the initiative to kiss you?"

Si Xingkong also showed a bit of a smile and said, "I don't believe it. It's just as simple as a kiss."

"I don't believe it either."

Chang Qiqi said quickly: "No wonder Xue Yingrou hates you so much. It turns out that you have taken advantage of her. If I were her, I would definitely hate you to death."

Zhang Ruochen smiled bitterly and shook his head, stared at Duanmu Xingling and asked, "Senior Sister Duanmu, how do you know about this?"

"I... of course I... saw it accidentally..."

Duanmu Xingling's face looked a little unnatural, and he turned around quickly, fearing that Zhang Ruochen would notice something strange.

Fortunately, Chang Qiqi immediately helped her out and said coaxingly: "This is actually true, Junior Brother Zhang, you are so charming! You just showed her a few sword skills, and she took the initiative to throw herself into my arms. I see I met Xue Yingrou several times, but every time she never looked at me, like an iceberg. I thought she was a fairy in the sky and could not live with the world. It turned out to be because she didn't like me at all. ”

Guo Guo's eyes widened, a little stunned, and said: "Master Chen, do you feel good?"

Zhang Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said, "She actually doesn't like me either. Didn't everyone see it just now?"

Chang Qiqi smiled and said: "When she knows that even the young master of the first-class black market has been defeated by you, she will probably regret it again. I have a hunch that in the next issue of "Eastern Region News", you and The news of Emperor Yi’s battle will definitely be on the front page.”

Zhang Ruochen didn't feel happy at all, but his expression became solemn.

Being on the "Eastern Territory Newspaper" can certainly make you famous all over the world and become a hot favorite of heaven, but it will definitely attract the assassination of evil masters.

After the next issue of "Eastern Region News" is released, Zhang Ruochen's life will never be as peaceful as it is now.

The huge White Dragon Holy Ship, driven by the energy of 100,000 spiritual crystals, inspired power inscriptions, took off into the air, and flew towards the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, making a rumbling sound.

A planet is a city.

I don’t know how many years it took for the Holy City of the Eastern Region to develop into its current size. I don’t know how many millions of warriors are practicing and making a living in the Holy City of the Eastern Region.

The competition is greater there than anywhere.

Of course, there are more opportunities.

The White Dragon Holy Ship passed through the clouds and mist. Standing on the ship, you can already see the land and sea below. There are palaces, pavilions, towers, and martial arts fields everywhere. There are magnificent palace-like buildings on the top of the mountain, island cities in the water, and suspended temples in the sky.

A rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth is pouring in from all directions. Just by running the technique, a large amount of spiritual energy can be sucked into the meridians and flow through the body, limbs and bones, giving people a feeling of comfort.

"The aura of the Holy City in the Eastern Territory is ten times richer than that of the outside world. If you practice here, you can definitely get twice the result with half the effort. No wonder those warriors are rushing to the Holy City." Si Xingkong said.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said: "The strong spiritual energy is only one aspect. More importantly, the martial arts atmosphere in the Holy City of the Eastern Region. Here, there are many ten thousand-year-old sects and medieval aristocratic families. The martial arts atmosphere is extremely strong, and famous teachers can be obtained. With guidance, you can learn advanced techniques and martial arts.”

Even Lei Jing nodded. Martial arts training is by no means done behind closed doors. It must be guided by famous teachers, comprehend hundreds of martial arts schools, and bring together the best of each school to achieve the holy realm.

If you only know how to practice martial arts without understanding other martial arts, even if you practice king-level skills, you will not be able to enter the holy realm.

Only those who have mastered all of them can become saints.

The Holy City of the Eastern Territory has a total of five continents, twelve sea areas, and thousands of islands.

The Holy Courtyard is located in the seventh urban district of Jinhong Continent, and is definitely the most prosperous place. Throughout the Eastern Territory, countless warriors come to the Seventh City District every year. Some come for pilgrimage, and some want to become disciples.

Anyway, most of them are geniuses with dreams, hoping for miracles. Suddenly they are noticed by a certain semi-saint lecturer in the Holy Academy and accepted as a disciple. From now on, they become saints in the Holy Academy and become human masters.

In the Seventh City District, there are not only the Holy Academy, but also academies, boxing gyms, martial arts gyms, and sword gyms founded by other forces. There are thousands of them, large and small.

It can be said that the Seventh City District has gathered countless talented people, where dragons and snakes gather to give guidance and influence the future pattern of the Eastern Territory. It is a gathering place for the geniuses of the entire Eastern Territory.

Entering the Seventh City District, a silver-robed elder dispatched by the Wushi Academy led Lei Jing, Zhang Ruochen, Si Xingkong and others to a Wushi Post House.

Although it is said to be a posthouse, in fact, it is more like a palace compound. It covers a vast area, with walls made of silver, pillars carved from gold and jade, and the ground is paved with blue and white stones.

At a glance, it feels like you are in a fairyland on earth, surrounded by divine palaces and heavenly mansions.

"Nanting Posthouse has a total of thirty-six palaces, 360 cultivation rooms, and 720 lower-level servants assigned to it. Among them, twenty-seven palaces are already occupied. You are here for the time being. Live in Jade Chan Palace, there are ten rooms in total, you can arrange it as you like.”

The silver-robed elder seemed very easy-going and continued: "The first round of the Holy Academy's assessment is scheduled for seven days. You must remember the time and don't miss the assessment."

After explaining what needed to be explained, the silver-robed elder withdrew.

"The students at Wushi Academy are treated well. It is just a post house, just like a temple where saints live." Chang Qiqi was overjoyed, and her whole body was in a state of excitement.

Si Xingkong said: "No matter how good it is, we can only stay here for three months. After three months, if we fail to pass the Holy Academy examination, we will have no choice but to pack up and leave."

Chang Qiqi clenched her fists and said: "I will definitely be able to pass the Holy Academy examination. In the future, I will also work hard to become a permanent resident of the Holy City in the Eastern Region."

Arriving at the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, Chang Qiqi was deeply attracted by the bustling scene and martial arts atmosphere here, and immediately had a new goal.

After returning to their respective rooms and settling down, Si Xingkong and Chang Qiqi couldn't wait to walk out of the inn and head to the main street of the Seventh City District, ready to see more of the prosperity of the Holy City in the Eastern Region.

Even Duanmu Xingling didn't know when he left the post house or where he was going.

"Uh-huh!"

Zhang Ruochen sat cross-legged in the room, pulled out the ancient Shen Yuan sword, and gently touched the broken edge of the sword body with his fingers, showing a thoughtful expression.

"Xiao Hei's level of weapon refining is limited after all. He just continued the basic inscriptions on the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword, and did not even restore one thousandth of the power of the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword."

"Now that we have arrived at the Holy City of the Eastern Territory, it is time to visit that senior. Perhaps, only he can help me repair the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword."

A figure appeared in Zhang Ruochen's mind. He shrank his eyes, put Shen Yuan's ancient sword back into its scabbard, put it on his back, and left the posthouse alone.

The Golden Rainbow Continent is divided into a total of eighty-one urban areas, each of which occupies a very large area and has more than 100 million permanent warriors.

In addition to the eighty-one urban areas, there are also some special spiritual mountains and holy places.

You know, the Holy City of the Eastern Region can be said to be very expensive. If you want to buy a small house in the city, you have to spend a huge amount of wealth. That amount of wealth is enough to empty out the wealth of a strong man in the Fish and Dragon Realm.

It is even more difficult to occupy a spiritual mountain in the Holy City of the Eastern Region. Only true saints, or sects and families with profound foundations, can do it.

At this moment, after half a day of driving, Zhang Ruochen arrived at the foot of a spiritual mountain. To be precise, this is a spiritual mountain, with eighteen mountains connected one after another.

A group of spiritual mountains connected together can be called a "holy land".

It can be seen that the owner of this place is definitely a great person.

"Holy Land of the Divine Sword."

Zhang Ruochen raised his head and looked at the huge stone tablet standing in front of him. On the stone tablet, four vigorous ancient inscriptions carried four terrifying sword intentions.

The four words turned into four figures, emerging from the stone tablet and constantly evolving sword moves.

Every word represents an unpredictable swordsmanship.

Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Ruochen came here. He had seen this monument and these four words. Nothing seemed to have changed.

Only the fallen leaves on the ground seemed to become thicker.

The Divine Sword Holy Land has been attached to the Zhang family for generations and is loyal to the Zhang family. Eight hundred years ago, the owner of the Divine Sword Holy Land was the sixth disciple of Emperor Ming, named Lu Yuanzhi, who had reached the level of a weapon refiner.

Of course, the identity of the Divine Sword Holy Land and Lu Yuanzhi is very secret. Apart from Emperor Ming and Zhang Ruochen, there are no more than five people who know about it.

When Emperor Ming brought Zhang Ruochen to the Holy Land of Divine Sword, he told Zhang Ruochen that if one day he was desperate, no one in the world could trust him except Lu Yuanzhi.

"Eight hundred years have passed. Is Senior Brother Lu still alive?" Zhang Ruochen squeezed his hands tightly, thinking a lot in his mind.

At the beginning, Emperor Ming's eight disciples were all over a hundred years old. Although Zhang Ruochen was of the same generation as them, there was actually a big age gap between them.

Eight hundred years have passed, and if Lu Yuanzhi was still alive, he would be 970 years old.