Chapter 175: Great fall

Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was also extremely proud, thinking that except for the chief disciple of Zi Zonglin like Huo Shangjun, few people in this emperor could compete with him.
This time coming to the big power competition, with his monarch-level strength, dealing with the disciples of other forces is simply abusive.
Whoever thinks that he is so unworthy of mentioning in the eyes of others.
Taking the initiative to hand over the brocade boxes he had collected, Pu Hanrong also chose to quit.
For a while, there were no more people on the tomb of the Ninth Army, and only some broken stone statues were left.
As for the giant statues of generals that can move on their own, most of their institutions have been destroyed by Zhu Minglang's shocking swords.
No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang anymore.
All the spiritual resources here belong to Zhu Minglang.
"My son, here is the Quan Jin Box of the four city-states of the Zulong City State in the land of Sichuan." Qin Yang found a purple-red brocade box and said to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang took it and took a look. It was written clearly in black and white, and also had the seal of the Ji Ting Dynasty. With this document, the Zulong City State will no longer be a land without a master!
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, there is no danger.
Fortunately, there is a sword spirit dragon, otherwise it is really difficult to stand out in this competition.
Let the sword spirit dragon return to the spiritual realm, Zhu Minglang gave this document to Nan Lingsha and said to her: "The order of the Lichuan land will be established soon. The rest depends on Yunzi's grasp of the war. Up."
Nan Lingsha nodded and said: "She will not lose."
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The power competition and this power competition is finally over.
Originally, the chief disciples of the major forces were the focus of attention, but in the end people seemed to only remember Zhu Minglang. The most impressive thing was the Shentian Shadow Sword on the peak, which gave people a new understanding of the Dragon Shepherd. know.
These days, the entire emperor has been discussing the battle of the organ city, especially Zhu Minglang's madness when he let everyone out of his sight, the heroic and majestic shore when one person fought against the chief disciple of the major forces.
As for Zhu Minglang, she slept for a day or two because of fatigue. After she recovered some strength, she immediately asked Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had gained!
In the past, Zhu Minglang regarded money as dung, but it was all because of his youth.
Now he thinks that gold and silver treasures are the loveliest things in the world, and he will definitely cherish them.
"My son, after the First World War in the Institution City, we lined up with a long line outside the court of Zhumen. Many forces wanted to buy those mineral veins, city deeds, spiritual fields, medicine gardens... To the extent that they murmured, there were a lot of good things that they had deliberately confessed to the disciples that they must take it down." Qin Yang rarely saw a smile on his face.
"We keep it for ourselves. It doesn't make much sense. If you sort these things into categories, they are of little use to Zhumen, so you sell them for money." Zhu Minglang said.
"My son, this is a lot of money, what do you want so much money for?" Qin Yang asked puzzled.
"Master Mu Long never realizes that there is a lot of money. Ask my father if there is any good thing, Zhu Men wants to pick it away." Zhu Minglang said.
"Master, the master has already picked it away," Qin Yang said.
I wish Minglang a bitter smile.
Zhu Tianguan is really not very polite with himself.
However, it was said that five to five cents of the spoils were good.
What's more, the Jianjian Palace lost such a large sum, and he can just make up for it this time.
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Although Jian Xing really gave Zhu Minglang a sense of ascension, he had to admit that the stamina was also very great.
Zhu Minglang is now aching all over, and after a long time, he hasn't eased.
These days, he has not done anything else. He can only do some simple small exercises like a person who has recovered from a serious illness, such as walking, shopping, rafting...
The Dishui Lake is quiet and soft, and the most pleasant scenery is the green willow by the lake, like a slender lady combing her hair in front of a water mirror.
Zhu Minglang is sitting in the canoe alone, no one paddles for him.
Before, he liked this, lying on his back in this wooden boat, letting the clear waves of the lake send himself to the center of the water drop lake, staring at the clear sky or the intoxicating night.
At this time, thoughts will always drift freely, without purpose, and without too much trouble. It is just such a leisurely passing time, enjoying this kind of hard work without being supervised, and enjoying this leisure and comfort.
The lake is very big. Zhu Minglang has never recovered when the canoe touches the shore of the lake, but it may be that his thoughts have drifted too far this time, there are too many things to remember, or the waves are very urgent and the canoe hit When we arrived at the rocky shore, in the lakeside city near the bustling avenue, Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen yelling.
Zhu Minglang got up and found that there were many cruise ships around, and all the lights were lit. Many women in gorgeous costumes and a few handsome boys were planning to take a boat to visit the water drop lake. Those who do this business look at the boatmen. To Zhu Minglang, his face was a little confused.
"This son, but came from Zhumen Inner Court Lake?" The boatman asked respectfully, with some eyesight.
"Yes, I really want to fall asleep, and the boat floated here." Zhu Minglang said in embarrassment.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's better not to grab our business, the son looks familiar..." the boatman said.
At this time, the eyes of the young men and women fell on Zhu Minglang. One of them pointed at him and cried out in surprise, "Isn't this Zhu Minglang!"
"Wish Ming Lang?"
"Is the one who wished the door bright?"
"This is the little legend of our imperial capital, let me give in and give me his fairy spirit!"
Soon, many people gathered on the shore of the lake. They were excited and excited like watching the monsters in the lake.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Minglang hurriedly left by boat.
Things fermented really fast.
It has become a legend of the royal capital!
Sure enough, a truly unique person ~EbookFREE.me~ will be noticed wherever he goes.
Regardless of the imperial capital or the Zulong city state.
Return to Menting Lake by boat...
This water drop lake is very vast, but half of it belongs to the Menting Lake area of ​​Zhumen. Those who visit and sightseeing cannot cross the border.
Zhu Minglang never thought that he had stayed on the boat for so long.
For some reason, he obviously returned to the imperial capital, where he was born, but Zhu Minglang still didn't feel that kind of habitation.
He was still thinking about the person at the far border of the Ji Ting Continent that he would never forget.
Wandering for several years, time flies, and in just one year in Zulong City, too many things happened...
From a refugee who was used to insult the unparalleled women in the world, to now become a little legend in the mouth of the imperial capital, life is really a big fall!