Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Bimiao City is a special city with a clear distinction between rich and poor.

This place, relying on a mountain with rich resources, attracted the strong and powerful people from all over the Zihuan Dynasty to come to live in one after another, but the residences they built were distinct from the local people, separated by a large river, and became the aristocratic area in the east of the city. The west of the city is a slum.

The Bai family has a very high status in Bimiao City, and the Bai family's mansion is also very spacious and deep. And the Bai family has this status now, and a large part of the reason is that the patriarch of the Bai family is the first master of Bimiao City, the seventh-rank martial artist!

Of course, he is only the number one expert on the bright side. The big families in Bimiao City have no idea how many more powerful experts are hidden behind the scenes!

At this moment, Bai Yunhe, the head of the Bai family, was in his study, meeting a distinguished guest who had just come to Bimiao City!

"Haha, Bai Yunhe, it looks like you've been living so well these days, and your cultivation is no different from the last time I came here!"

The speaker was in his thirties, with strong muscles and bones, faintly floating with blue light, and contained a powerful explosive force.

He was wearing a tight-fitting blue shirt with a sword silhouette embroidered on it. It was very beautiful, as if it might roar and fly out at any time. This cloth is of high quality, and it is not owned by Bimiao City at all. Even Bai Yunhe, who is the number one expert in Bimiao City, has slightly worse clothes than him.

The middle-aged, elegant-looking Bai Yunhe was pouring tea for this man himself at the moment. Hearing this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and said, "It's not that Bai did not make a breakthrough because he just wanted to enjoy himself, but it's just too vulgar. I’m so busy with work, I can’t calm down and cultivate!”

The man in green clothes just looked at him with a faint smile, took a sip from the teacup, and didn't say anything more.

Bai Yunhe sat down next to the man in Tsing Yi, and after pondering for a while, he asked, "Sir Jiang, I heard that this time you come to our Bimiao City to recruit more disciples?"

Jiang Hong glanced at his middle-aged man eagerly, raised his brows, and asked, "What? Wouldn't it be a good thing for you to have more places?"

"It's really a good thing, but I feel a little uneasy in my heart."

Bai Yunhe said, suddenly put a space ring on the table, and asked again: "Could it be that the above tasks have changed?"

The corner of Jiang Hong's mouth showed a faint radian, but he was not polite, and he put away the ring with a wave of his hand, and then said directly: "Yes, this time is indeed a little different from usual. Usually, your martial arts test in Bimiao City is a little different. , our Qingyun faction will only recruit ten people, but this year is different."

"Oh? What's the difference?" Bai Yunhe quickly asked.

Jiang Hong's eyes also became a little complicated. I don't know what he was thinking, and he sighed slowly: "Cangsheng City is in an emergency, and the sect now wants to recruit more disciples."

Bai Yunhe's face changed, but he became excited immediately, and said, "So...this...this time, we will have a martial arts test in the city..." He blushed and couldn't finish speaking. It can be seen how excited the former majestic Patriarch of the Bai family is at the moment!

"Hehe, that's right," Jiang Hong looked at Bai Yunhe's excited appearance with interest, and said, "This time, not only will the scale of recruiting disciples in major cities and towns be expanded, but if he finds a person with extraordinary aptitude, perhaps You can also directly make him an inner disciple, not just an outer disciple!"

"This is really great!" Bai Yunhe finally couldn't sit still, and suddenly stood up from the chair, extremely excited.

Jiang Hong shook his head with a faint smile, and said, "Don't get excited too early, because this time, the people who come to recruit disciples in Bimiao City are not only our martial arts institute."

Hearing this, Bai Yunhe's expression suddenly changed.

The inner door of the Qingyun School is divided into martial arts institutes and martial arts institutes, which is well known in the world. In previous years, they would come to recruit disciples, but they were all from the outer sect, so there was no difference between the martial arts institute and the martial arts institute.

Seeing Jiang Hong's half-smiling expression, Bai Yunhe couldn't help having a headache: This is forcing me to stand in line!

At the same time, another luxurious mansion in Bimiao City - Feng Family.

"waste!"

Feng Ming, the head of the Feng family, kicked a middle-aged man in front of him to the ground, with a monstrous anger on his face.

Na Langzhong screamed, but quickly got up again in embarrassment, crying: "Master, it's not a small boy who doesn't want to cure the young master, it's really powerless!"

It turned out that he was invited back to heal Feng Yuan, who had been in a sluggish state. Who knew that he could do nothing at all, and this was the scene at this moment.

"you!"

Hearing Lang Zhong's words, Feng Ming was furious and wanted to kill him directly.

At this time, a voice came from the side: "Okay, Master Feng, even if you kill him, it's useless. Now the plan is to think about how to save your son first!"

The person who spoke was dressed in a blue robe, which was quite similar to Jiang Hong, who was entertained by the Bai family, except that the embroidery on the clothes was not a sword shadow, but a cloud of mist. Looking at his temperament, it is clear that he is a warlock - this is a disciple of the Qingyun School Inner Sect Academy.

Hearing the words of the Qingyun disciple, Feng Ming quickly calmed down and looked at the person who spoke, but his expression was a little helpless.

He said: "However, now Feng has invited back the best doctors from the surrounding cities, but they are all helpless. This..."

While drinking the first-class tea that Feng Ming prepared for him, the Qingyun disciple said slowly, "Don't worry, since I have spoken, I will naturally have a way to help you."

Feng Ming's eyes lit up, he immediately looked at the man nervously, and said with anticipation, "Please also ask Mr. Xiao to teach me!"

However, this Qingyun disciple surnamed Xiao just smiled indifferently, glanced at him, and remained silent.

Feng Ming was stunned for a moment, then he understood, gritted his teeth and said, "If Mr. Xiao can save my son, no matter what Mr. Xiao asks, Feng must do his best!"

The Qingyun disciple surnamed Xiao finally showed a smile on his face, but he pretended to be polite: "Mr. Feng is polite, with the relationship between you and me, what conditions are there to negotiate! However, since Mr. Feng is so enthusiastic, Xiao also It's just disrespectful."

After a slight pause, he said slowly, "That's right, Senior Brother Fang Shijie, one of my sects, is now in the Southern Region."

Hearing this news, Feng Ming suddenly became excited: "You mean, Mr. Fang, who is known as the Little Pill King from the Qingyun faction?"

The Qingyun disciple surnamed Xiao nodded: "Yes, it is him! When he arrives, I will tell him that if he is willing to take action, it will be an easy matter to cure Linglang!"

"Then please, Mr. Xiao!" Feng Ming's face was filled with joy, as if he had put down a big stone in his heart.

In his opinion, just as this person surnamed Xiao said, if that Xiaodan Mr. Wang Fang takes action, it would be very easy to cure Feng Yuan!

…………

The golden crow sank in the west, and the bright moon rose in the east.

One day passed, two days passed.

Within the Yunxiang Building, among the best courtyards, Ye Han was still immersed in the "Crazy Magic Sword Technique".

He has repeatedly used this set of swordsmanship dozens of times, and each time it seems that the moves are the same, but the rhythm is very different, as if he is using dozens of different swordsmanship.

Just when he used this sword technique to the eighty-first time, suddenly, he opened his eyes that had been tightly closed, and his eyes flashed brightly.

A fierce sword energy appeared out of thin air from his body, the whole body was golden and brilliant, and it exploded in an instant.

At this moment, the Spirit Lake in his Consciousness Sea quickly transformed, and a faint golden shadow of a knife appeared quickly!

"Success!"

The blue-clothed woman who had been guarding Ye Han's yard and watched him practice the exercises suddenly stood up, her eyes full of surprise.

As a person who has already cultivated the will of martial arts, at this moment, she can clearly feel that the mighty saber aura emanating from Ye Han's body clearly contains the mighty power of will.

That is the will of martial arts!

To be precise, it is the sword intent!

Under the blessing of Sword Intent, the power of Ye Han's attack has doubled compared to his usual attack!

Don't underestimate the double, this represents the meaning of Ye Hanguang's attack, with his own sixth-order warrior realm cultivation base, purely in terms of attack power, has surpassed the ordinary warrior realm ninth-order, in terms of strength alone, even He has the strength to fight head-to-head with a first-order martial artist!

Of course, in terms of stamina, Ye Han's qi is definitely not as good as the first-order martial artist, but don't forget, Ye Han's first spiritual lake has just been opened. It is nine times that of the present. At that time, his Blade Intent power will also be increased by nine times, which is equivalent to a ten-fold increase in attack power!

In this way, even if he has always maintained the sixth-order cultivation of the warrior realm, among the warriors of the warrior realm, only those who also comprehend the will of the martial arts will be able to fight him!

"Hahaha!"

In a moment of joy, Ye Han couldn't help bursting into laughter, and the sound shook all directions!

Listening to his hearty laughter and the exclamation of his own boss just now, the second shopkeeper, who was also guarding in the small courtyard, also knew that Ye Han had succeeded in comprehending the will of martial arts.

With a look of astonishment on his face, he was stunned and said to himself: "Success, this guy has successfully grasped the will of martial arts! God, this is something that only a single martial artist can master! Moreover, this The young man still uses a set of secret techniques to cultivate sword intent, and he has developed sword intent!"

Dian Xiaoer felt that he must be dreaming now, otherwise, how could there be such a ridiculous thing? !