Chapter 1097: Four hundred and one

Chapter 1097 Chapter 401: Good Deeds
After a thousand years of martial arts, ordinary people's lives have not changed much. They all work at sunrise and rest at sunset.
Except for the more and more powerful martial artists and more and more families, life has not changed much, so many people can hardly perceive the progress of the world.
For a long time, Xiu'er, who was able to come and go freely in Chaochang by virtue of the passage of the spiritual world, never thought that the semi-spiritual world created by Yunzu to solidify the spiritual world would be blocked by the formation set by the great master.
The formation designed by the strongest Saint King Realm in the ancient times was broken by a great master at the time. Does this mean that Yun Shi had already been behind by the Sejong faction.
If this is the case, even if Yun's life is chasing after him, what's the point?
"let me do it!"
The red-eyed Yunquan pinched the spiritual seal to summon the door of the spiritual world, but even the spiritual power of the second qualitative change, the same stone fell silent.
Unbelievable Yunquan had a spiritual seal again, but Xiang Ange didn't mean to stop it at all, because he knew that no matter how many times Yunquan tried, the same result would be obtained.
The reason why he didn’t take action was because Yunquan used the technique of stimulating blood and burning souls. The Patriarch Xiang didn’t want to entangle a dying person. Anyway, they were trapped in the Hanyue Lingyin array. Has become the turtle in the urn.
Compared with Patriarch Xiang's old god, Duan Longcheng at the other end was uneasy. If he was replaced by someone else, his soul would be destroyed by the blood evil spurted from the heart of Shura, and he would immediately wither.
That is to say, the red-eyed evil dragon that he merged with the remnant soul of the yellow dragon with the true spirit can resist the blood evil with the hard body of the soul, but the soul is one body, even the red-eyed evil dragon can hardly be immune to the blood evil.
Being injured by an ant-like warrior was a shame for the titled powerhouse in Longzhou.
Without a word, Duan Longcheng's brocade clothes fell from the sky like a condor, and the wind turned into several feet of feathers, which looked like it had paired wings.
But the evil dragon gave a long whistle, rolled down, pierced through the sky of blood cloud, and rushed toward the cloud spring.
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The azure blue light curtain in the middle of the night covers the mansion of Xiangfu, and also makes the center of the Shangcheng district bright as day.
The common people ran to the streets one after another, watching the soldiers from the security post gather in the city, and pulled up a cordon of warriors around the periphery of the Xiangfu, prohibiting all the common people from approaching.
But the biggest difference between humans and animals is that human curiosity never has its limits. Even the cordon set up by the warriors of the security guard station did not stop the crowd of good deeds from Chaochang.
After all, Chaochang’s wealthy family is not only the Xiang family, but the seven great families in Longzhou all have residences in Chaochang, as well as the disciples of the Royal Beast Sect and the local wealthy family of Chaochang.
These people are all like cats smelling the fishy smell. They got out of nowhere, and they squeezed in front of the cordon in a short while, pushing against the human wall of the security post, and constantly looking towards Xiangfu.
In the face of the people's fierce security guard soldiers, they did not have the courage to reprimand this group of good deeds. They could only persuade each other well, but they were constantly pushed back.
If the courage of a good deed is one, then two good deeds together will have ten courage!
Right now, most of the good deeds in the Shangcheng District gathered here. To stop them, Xiang Jiajun from the Sifang Camp had to go out. At least these warriors in the security center didn't pay much attention to them.
Not to mention that these people are just peripheral collaterals of the Xiang clan, but the real disciples of the clan are here. They don't panic because they are on the side of justice.
"Don’t leave quickly. The various races of Chaochang are watching and helping each other. Xiang Loulan and the young masters are more like brothers. Now that Xiang Fu has activated the circle, we must have encountered some difficulties. As the brothers of the young patriarch of the Xiang family, There is no reason to sit back and ignore it, and quickly get out of it. If you delay the rescue of the young masters, you can't afford it!"
The Shangguan of the South Third Road Police Station looked at the young master of the farmer who had the most cultivation at the peak of the Mortal Realm in front of him. He could only shake his head and smile.
But who made this the most beloved young son of the farmer? If you don’t look at the face of the monk to see the face of the Buddha, even if the young people say it so outrageous, Xiang Shaoyuan can only laugh and coax: "The masters of Xiangfu are gathered, and it is nothing more than activating the magic circle. It's about to cut off the path of the culprits, and the fist and fist of the princes has won."
"Besides." Xiang Shaoyuan pointed at a handsome young man in a wheelchair with a bitter smile on his face and said: "This young man has inconvenient legs and feet. Leaning closer is not beautiful if he is injured by the overflow of spiritual energy. Well, it's better to stop here, princes!"
"What nonsense the old guy is talking about!?" When the farmer heard Xiang Shaoyuan's prevarication, he was dissatisfied: "The young masters are all martial arts practitioners. They have very good legs and feet. How can they really have a bad leg and feet!"
Seeing the handsome man in the wooden wheelchair, the farmer was furious: "A lame man came to join in the fun, I don't know if this is a major event in the rescue of Xiangfu, hurry away and go away!"
The young man in the wheelchair had no expression on his face, as if he hadn't heard the words of the farmer, staring straight at the azure blue curtain in the distance, as if he could see the situation inside.
And the ignored peasant son furiously said: "Hey, you are deaf!"
The loud scolding made everyone's eyes focused, and the lame man turned his head, frowning, his eyes seemed to be perfunctory to some annoying customer.
"Hey!" The peasant who had never seen such a look raised his sleeves since he was a child, and asked with his neck tilted: "It's very arrogant, lame! Look at your appearance, which son you are, I know Who is this young master?"
Usually a person's conversation can reveal their cognitive level and personal level, even if Tang Luo does not have a pair of eyes that can see through spiritual power, he can be sure that this person in front of him must be an unlearned second-generation ancestor.
The birthplace is extremely important, and it is often the people who have little ability, because they have nothing to do except for a good tire.
Before the change, this kind of person Tang Luo didn't even look at it, and without saying a word, he looked away and continued to study the azure blue screen in the distance.
However, being ignored twice made the peasant son furious. He rolled up his sleeves and started to do it, but he was held by someone beside him.
"What's the strength of a handicapped person!" The friend pulled the farmer next door and whispered: "How about you holding your breath? I know a hidden waterway that can sneak into Xiangfu in secret. Do you dare to go in with me?"
The best way to persuade young people is to be aggressive and confrontational, because young and frivolous children are not convinced, and feel that the world is under their feet, and what they want to do must be done.
(End of this chapter)