After Lu Chen left the medicine hall, he found a teahouse to rest in Qingyang Town.

Under the shadow in the distance, a bearded man in armor held a giant ax in his hand and said with a sinister expression: "Is Mo Yu the seventh-grade Martial Emperor you mentioned? If His Highness the Crown Prince knew that you were defeated at the hands of such a bastard, He will be disappointed in you..."

As if these words had some magical power, Mo Yu couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Mo Yu knows that if it loses its value, it means death...

His Royal Highness Prince Ji Han will never allow waste to exist around him.

He must kill Ji Shuang, otherwise Mo Yu can only die to apologize to Ji Han.

Next to the bearded man, Mo Yu, who was wearing a blue robe, gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Xuantong, I advise you not to underestimate him. You'd better call all the people in your guard group here, otherwise you will suffer the consequences." .”

Shen Xuantong sneered disdainfully: "Mo Yu, what do you mean? Are you saying that I, a powerful eighth-grade demigod in the late stage, will lose to a Martial Emperor? Don't think that I am as useless as you..."

Shen Xuantong's words made Mo Yu crazy for a moment, and Mo Yu said with a ferocious face: "Okay, since you are sure to kill him, I will help you trap them in the illusion array..."

"Do you think I need it? You, a loser, want to take credit from me? When I return to the Beiming Empire, I will truthfully tell the truth about your defeat to His Highness the Crown Prince..."

Shen Xuantong's eyes widened angrily, he glared at Mo Yu and then walked towards the teahouse.

In Shen Xuantong's eyes, Mo Yu is just a loser without any support. If he hadn't been proficient in the illusion formation, Mo Yu would never have had the opportunity to serve His Highness the Crown Prince, let alone be on an equal footing with him!

As long as he kills Ji Shuang, he will report to Ji Han the details of how Mo Yu let Ji Shuang go, and see how Mo Yu will still be embarrassed in front of him.

Mo Yu's angry expression filled his dark pupils. He looked at Shen Xuantong's back gloomily, holding his hands tightly, and a pale white appeared between his bones.

He worked hard to become the Grand Master of the Illusion Formation today, and now, Shen Xuantong actually wanted to make all his years of hard work go to waste with just one sentence.

Mo Yu narrowed his cold eyes, Shen Xuantong, you already have a way to die...

Lu Chen and Ji Shuang were sitting in the lobby of the teahouse. At this moment, the storyteller in the teahouse was telling the story impassionedly about how the human race and the demon race joined forces to defeat the barbarians five thousand years ago. After he told the wonderful points, many readers were willing to pay for it. Give him silver coins as a reward...

Lu Chen raised the tea in his hand, put it gently to his lips and sipped it. Then he raised his eyes and looked at Ji Shuang and said, "Ji Shuang, I will go to Nanshuang City, the imperial capital of Nanshuang Empire. Are you going to follow me?" Should I come along, or should I stay here and hide from the limelight?"

Ji Shuang remained silent and said after a long while: "The people in Nanshuang, the imperial capital, have many eyes, and I don't know how many Ji Han's eyes are there. If I appear there, my traces will definitely be exposed, so I plan to wait until Ji Han becomes emperor. I'll find you again..."

Lu Chen said expressionlessly: "Wise choice, but don't come to me after Ji Han becomes emperor. At that time, you will have no chance to take back the throne from him..."

"I know." Ji Shuang said quietly.

Shen Xuantong walked into the teahouse and began to look for Lu Chen and Ji Shuang. He grinned and said, "I found you."

Shen Xuantong walked towards Lu Chen with heavy steps. The moment he appeared, the true energy in Lu Chen's body surged out instantly, and the surging true energy caused agitation in the people around him.

This is just a remote town. The martial arts in the town are only fifth-grade Martial Emperor. Now that Lu Chen's seventh-grade Martial Emperor's cultivation is revealed, they are frightened.

Even the storyteller on the stage couldn't help but ask: "If these two brothers have any grudges, please go outside the teahouse and settle them yourself..."

The moment he saw Shen Xuantong, Ji Shuang's soul began to throb. He naturally knew Shen Xuantong, the son of Beiming Empire General Shen Yi, and he had the terrifying strength of the late eighth-grade demigod!

Shen Xuantong ignored the storyteller's reminder and slammed the giant ax in his hand against the table in front of Lu Chen. He crossed his thick arms and said, "You were the one who broke Mo Yu's illusory formation? Are you interested in competing with me?" , if you win, I will let the Seventh Prince leave safely, if you lose, haha..."

Shen Xuantong naturally didn't think Lu Chen could defeat him. It was already remarkable that Emperor Wu could survive from his hands.

Lu Chen did not answer Shen Xuantong, but said coldly to Ji Shuang: "This is already the third time..."

The true energy in Lu Chen's body surged out like a tide. He suddenly turned his palm into a fist and punched Shen Xuantong's chest angrily.

Shen Xuantong did not make any defense. After receiving Lu Chen's punch, his body flew out, making a big hole in the wall of the tavern. His footsteps plowed deep marks on the ground, and he fell backwards. It took dozens of steps to stabilize his body.

The tea patrons in the tea house dispersed in a hurry. This level of competition was definitely not something they could join in the fun.

Shen Xuantong grinned and said: "No wonder Mo Yu, that good-for-nothing, was so afraid of you that he was able to repel me dozens of steps. You are not a simple Martial Emperor. It's a pity that you met me today. Today is your and Ji Shuang's memorial day!" "

Shen Xuantong roared loudly: "This is shocking!"

Shen Xuantong's arms were like rocks, surrounded by majestic Qi. He slammed his fists onto the ground, and the ground instantly split into pieces, cracking like a spider web. The cracks spread to Lu Chen's feet...

Lu Chen hurriedly retreated. He turned to Ji Shuang and said, "If you don't want to die, get out quickly..."

Ji Shuang was stunned for a moment, then turned into an ice rainbow and rushed out of the teahouse.

Ji Shuang burst into tears with gratitude and said, "After you die, Lu Chen, I will worship you every year. I will be a good brother for the rest of my life..."

Although Ji Shuang knew that Lu Chen was very strong, he knew Shen Xuantong's strength even better.

Did the future general of the Beiming Empire live up to his reputation in vain?

"Seventh Prince, do I let you go? After I kill this kid, I will slowly torture you to death..."

Shen Xuantongsen smiled coldly, and then the ground began to tremble violently, and a huge rock python with a size of ten feet sprang out from the cracks in the ground. The rock python spit out snake letters and chased in the direction of Ji Shuang... ....

Lu Chen smiled solemnly and said: "The eighth-grade demigod...Ji Shuang is worth it even if he dies. He can actually have so many strong men from the Beiming Empire surrounding him."

Shen Xuantong's face was indifferent, and the brown energy condensed on his fists. The wind of the fists tore through the air and bombarded Lu Shen's figure.

Shen Xuantong didn't hold anything back, he made a killing move with a devastating force, enough to obliterate everything...

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