The weakest peak master? All my disciples are immortal kings and empresses.

Long Xiaoyun took a step forward, looked at the guard coldly, took out a token from his arms and showed it to the guard. The token shone with golden light, engraved with the royal emblem, showing his noble status.

The faces of several guards instantly became frightened and respectful.

"I am Long Xiaoyun, the legitimate son of King Jing. I am seeking immortality and worshipping under Xuantian Dao Sect. This is my thirteenth uncle, and the remaining three are my junior sisters and brothers."

Long Xiaoyun introduced to the guard in a deep voice.

The attitude of the guards changed immediately. They bowed their heads and saluted Long Xiaoyun respectfully. One of the guards hurriedly apologized, his voice full of panic: "Your Highness, we are blind and failed to recognize your identity in time. I hope Your Highness will forgive us!"

The person in front of him is not only the legitimate son of King Jing, but also a disciple of Xuantian Dao Sect. No matter which identity he has, he is not something that the guards can afford to provoke.

Moreover, the people around them were all immortal masters of Xuantian Dao Sect. Although they were ordinary people, they had also heard of the name of Xuantian Dao Sect.

That was the most powerful Dao Sect in Zhongzhou!

Even a small gatekeeper disciple was a supreme immortal master in their eyes, not to mention the masters of Dao Sect.

"It's okay, it's your duty."

Long Xiaoyun said to him calmly without smiling.

"I am grateful for the tolerance of His Highness and the immortal master!"

"Quick! Why don't you open the city gate to welcome His Highness into the city!"

Upon hearing this, the guards hurriedly opened the city gate and respectfully welcomed Su Changqing and others into the imperial city. Their movements were quick and orderly, fearing any negligence.

Su Changqing and his party stepped into Tianyuan Imperial City.

What came into view was a bleak scene.

The imperial city, which should have been bustling and lively, now seems particularly deserted. The shops on both sides of the streets of the imperial city are closed, and the bustling crowds of the past are nowhere to be seen. There are only a few passers-by walking hurriedly.

"How could this be?"

Long Xiaoyun looked at the scene with absent-minded eyes, muttering to himself: "I have been away from the imperial city for less than half a year, but I didn't expect to see this scene when I returned again."

"The struggle of the dynasty has always made the people suffer. Now the situation of the Tianyuan Dynasty is turbulent, and the people are thinking about going out for refuge. It is understandable that the current situation has been created."

Su Changqing said to Long Xiaoyun with a serious mind.

It stands to reason that ordinary royal struggles cannot affect the safety of the people. For the sake of the majesty of the dynasty, the strugglers will try their best to avoid affecting the normal operation of the dynasty.

No matter what, it is impossible to turn a lively dynasty into such a deserted one, right?

Then there is only one possibility.

Several of Long Xiaoyun's cousins ​​were so violent that they even affected the people's livelihood, so they were forced to leave the imperial city to avoid the fight.

At this moment, everyone suddenly felt a burst of spiritual energy in front of them, and various skills were used one after another, as if someone was fighting with skills.

"What's going on?"

Long Xiaoyun, who was still lost in the shock of the imperial capital, looked at the place where the spiritual energy burst, and said with a gloomy face: "Tianyuan Imperial City has a clear ban on the use of skills to fight in the city. How could someone disregard the law?"

It is forbidden to use skills to fight in places where mortals appear. This is a law stipulated by all forces.

This is also to ensure the safety of mortals.

You must know that once the practitioners use their skills, the power must be considerable. If it affects mortals, it is tantamount to a high-level killing, and they don't even have room to fight back.

Several people immediately became alert.

"Let's go and have a look!"

Su Changqing also felt a little angry at this time. After a voice fell, everyone hurried in the direction of the spiritual energy explosion.

After turning a few streets, the scene in front of them surprised them.

They saw two figures flying above a residential area and fighting fiercely. The air around them was stirred by their spiritual energy.

One of them was wearing a black robe, with a strong figure, wielding a black long sword in his hand. The sword was sharp and each sword was chilling.

The other was wearing white clothes, with a handsome face, holding a white long stick in his hand. The stick technique was exquisite, and each strike contained powerful power.

The two of them fought back and forth, neither of them gave in, and the fight was difficult to separate. After a few moves, they separated.

"Chen Tong, I'm here to arrest you on the orders of the Third Prince! Why don't you surrender quickly!"

The man in black said to the man in white in a deep voice.

"Wang Cong, I think you are wishful thinking. How can I surrender? I am the leader of the Dragon Guards ordered by the First Prince. I advise you to surrender to the First Prince as soon as possible, otherwise the First Prince will not forgive you after he inherits the throne!"

Chen Tong replied coldly.

"You are talking nonsense!How can the eldest prince be worthy of inheriting the throne? Only the third prince is the legitimate heir to the throne, and only the third prince can sit on the throne of the Tianyuan Dynasty. "

Wang Cong shouted angrily.

Suddenly, he roared, swung the long sword in his hand violently, and a black sword energy shot towards Wang Cong. Seeing this, Wang Cong raised the long stick in his hand calmly and faced the sword energy.

The two fought again.

With a loud "bang", the sword energy and the long stick collided, generating a powerful shock wave, which cracked the surrounding ground and destroyed more than a dozen houses.

While they were fighting, a little girl of five or six years old came out of a house at this time, and the shock wave of spiritual energy was about to fall on her.

Critical moment.

Just as everyone was shouting that something was wrong, Su Changqing flew over quickly, hugged the little girl in his arms, and urged the barrier to save the little girl.

Su Changqing leaned over to check that the little girl was not injured, and looked at the two people who were still fighting in the air with stern eyes.

At this time, Su Changqing was really angry.

These two people fought in the imperial city with their skills, completely disregarding the safety of others' lives. If he hadn't been there, this innocent little girl would have died tragically at their hands.

Such behavior was actually done by these "high and mighty" practitioners.

"Luo Xue, Chi Hao, take these two people down for me! "

Su Changqing ordered the two disciples in a deep voice.

Luo Xue and Chi Hao did not stop, and the sword energy broke through the air and rushed towards Chen Tong, while Chi Hao opened his magic palm and rushed towards Wang Cong.

The two were fighting fiercely, but they did not expect Luo Xue and Chi Hao to kill them, so they stopped fighting and desperately resisted their attacks.

Putting his hands away, he suddenly looked at Luo Xue and Chi Hao in shock.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in our affairs?"

Chen Tong looked at Luo Xue cautiously and asked.

"I am here to take you down on the order of my master!"

After saying that, Luo Xue slashed again with a sword.