Yun Chao: The Demon Concubine Cried After Helping Me Practice Hundreds Of Millions Of Times

"Mr. Big, what's wrong?"

Ye Xiangchang looked at the old man with a hooked nose.

The words were spoken with respect.

He has known Mr. Big for ten years.

Ten years ago, he entered Cangxuan Sacred Land to practice.

Passing through areas disturbed by uprising rebels.

By accident, he broke into the hinterland of the rebels.

At that time, he was only in the middle three grades.

There aren't many guards either.

Under the attack of the rebels, they were already in despair.

It was Mr. Big who saved him.

Ye Xiangchang will remember his life-saving grace for twelve years.

He later also inquired about Mr. Da.

But found nothing.

Mr. Da came to seek refuge with him yesterday, and he couldn't believe his eyes!

"Nothing...nothing."

Zhou Canghua smiled and shook his head.

There was a huge storm in my heart.

He is the great elder of Lianxiang Sect!

Regarding the spiritual energy turning into rain a few days ago, and heaven and earth congratulating each other, he still had some illusions in his heart!

Dayu has been in the country for five hundred years, and the water in the imperial city is bottomless.

Who said that those who enter Taoism must be members of the royal family?

Couldn't it be an old monster from a certain family who faked his death? !

But now, his fantasy has been shattered!

Someone's artistic conception changes the domain!

The location was surprisingly Prince Liang’s Mansion!

Why? !

Why? ! !

In terms of martial arts, he practiced the unique skills of the founder of the Lotus Sect, the Blood Evil Book!

In terms of background, he once followed the founder of Lianxiang Sect and has been practicing Martial Dao for more than 80 years!

In terms of hard work, in the past eighty years, he has not dared to slack off at all. At least half a million people's blood has become the nourishment for his practice!

Among them, there are dozens of powerful Innates!

The day after tomorrow and First Grade are countless!

Why wasn't he the one who transformed the domain? !

Zhou Canghua only felt that his heart was burning with anger and jealousy!

"Your Highness, when I traveled across Dayu, I killed the Lianxiang demon..."

"I learned a secret from them, but I don't know whether to tell it or not..."

Ye Xiangchang laughed: "In front of Gu, Mr. Da can talk about everything!"

"They once said that the third prince of Dayu cooperated with them..."

Suddenly.

The atmosphere in the entire hall was frozen, there was silence, and you could hear a pin drop...

…

Black and White Academy.

A kind-hearted old man slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of old eyes with thousands of menstruation, as if they have the most profound principles of Confucianism and Taoism in heaven and earth.

"The emperor's way inspired Confucianism..."

"Be the master of Daewoo ZTE!"

"Being able to assist this Mingjun Emperor is a great blessing to Mingyang!"

The old man's face was full of joy, and then he was stunned and said: "The Lord of Dayu Hua Luo... Huh? It's not Xiao Chang, it's actually... the third child?"

"I thought the little guy was really down and out, but I didn't expect that one day I would also make a mistake..."

"I have known forbearance since I was a child, and I can be forbearing enough to deceive the old man. I am so strong-minded that I can become the master of Daewoo Zhongxing!"

The old man shook his head and sighed.

Although it is a bit unexpected, if the prince who inspired Confucianism and Taoism can ascend to the throne, it will be a blessing for the universe! Blessings to the people of the world!

"Mingyang, the emperor has appeared, and the flowers have fallen in Prince Liang's Mansion..."

"The opportunity has come to surpass being a teacher. Go and assist His Highness Prince Liang!"

"Your way lies in the strength of Dayu!"

"As a master, I will ask your senior brother Huangfu to help you."

The old man's voice was not loud, just like mumbling to himself.

In the imperial city, there is a bookstore.

The sound of reading aloud.

A middle-aged man wearing a green shirt, as gentle as jade, was slightly startled.

Then he nodded and murmured: "Yang Ming understands..."

Prime Minister's Office.

study.

The little old man, with a wrinkled face and frost-white temples, holds a sage's book in his hand and reads it with gusto.

suddenly.

The old man put his hand down.

He knelt down and said, "Disciple Huangfu Sui, I will obey my master's orders!"

…

Prince Liang's Mansion.

Jianjiu and Nangong Lanmeng stood in the martial arts arena.

As for the eighteen servants, they are busy recruiting and training private soldiers and are not here.

The expressions of the master and the disciple at this moment were quite hopeless.

"Haha! Your Highness is really good! Once he had an epiphany, it was not enough for him to become a Grandmaster in swordsmanship. He actually transformed into a domain and became a saint in swordsmanship..."

"This... Your Highness has given me a super performance in just a few days! He kept me tossing and turning!"

Nangong Lanmeng's face was full of grief and anger.

She is the born Sword Heart born once in a thousand years, so... what is Ye Xiangyang?

"Be content..."

"How many years have you been practicing swordsmanship?"

The corners of Jian Jiu's eyes twitched, and his rock-hard Taoist heart was about to collapse: "Old Huang is the great swordsman of Dayu. He has practiced swords for most of his life. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a swordsman!"

"It took just a few days for His Highness to surpass him!"

"Your Highness...isn't a human being?"

Nangong Lanmeng doubts the quiet path of life.

"Your Highness is not a human being!"

Jian Jiu nodded firmly.

this moment.

The master and apprentice reached a consensus.

at this time.

Ye Xiangyang's eyelids moved slightly and he opened his eyes.

Mingming's eyes were extremely calm.

Nangong Lanmeng felt that His Highness's eyes were like a sharp sword piercing her heart, leaving her unable to resist at all!

Even Jianjiu is not exempt from vulgarity!

I just feel so hairy from the bottom of my heart!

Sword Master, Sword Intent alone can kill First Grade!

The saint of swordsmanship is even higher than him. Just a glance can make the entire body tense up as if he is facing a formidable enemy!

Good thing.

The feeling of oppression goes away as quickly as it comes.

Ye Xiangyang quickly restrained the escaping sword breath.

There is a smile on the lips.

The enlightenment of swordsmanship brought about by fighting with swords for 100 million times!

Shockingly terrifying!

The prototype of Sword Intent…

One layer of Sword Intent…

Two layers of Sword Intent…

…

100% Sword Intent!

In the end, the Sword Intent is completed, evolving into the world of swords, and turning meaning into a domain!

This time the improvement.

It’s bigger than Ninth Grade!

His understanding of the sword is not as good as that of ordinary Taoist masters!

He is comparable to a powerful person who specializes in swordsmanship!

Quite literally.

Don't look at it, he is just Post Natal Realm now, he really wants to take action.

Even if Concubine Zhou comes to his sword domain, she still has to get whatever she wants...ahem! Capture him without mercy!

"Your Highness, people from the palace have come here several times in the past few days to ask questions about the disappearance of Your Highness..."

"I wonder if Your Highness has any countermeasures?"

At this time, Nangong Lanmeng opened his mouth to report, as if thinking of the unkind tone of the person in the palace, he felt a little angry!

Ye Xiangyang smiled kindly.

Before he could find her, Concubine Zhou found her first.

"Queen Mother, the matter of the Five Evil Puppet Pills..."

"The explanations you give with your mouth will never satisfy me!"

Ye Xiangyang showed a kind smile and set off to the harem.

On the road, he passed by a middle-aged man in a green shirt...

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