Chapter 472: Green Magnolia!

Two days later.
The Infinite Sword arrives in the territory of the Kamikaze Dynasty.
The Kamikaze Dynasty was named "Kamikaze" because it was located in the peculiar place where the wind and aura gathered in the Eastern Wilderness.
Similarly, most of the practitioners of the Shenfeng dynasty are based on wind-based exercises and martial arts.
Because this fits the attributes of the region they are in, it will be easier to practice, and it will be stronger when used!
After entering the territory of the Shenfeng Dynasty, Tang Wujian felt that there was still plenty of time, so he slowed down a bit, and drove towards the destination while recovering the holy origin.
Another day later, Su Zhan stared at the front, the seemingly non-existent formation light wall, and realized that his sight could only extend to more than 100 meters inside the light wall, and it became hazy.
Before he asked curiously, Tang Wujian had already stood up from the Sacred Sword Saint: "The puppet emperor ruins are here!"
Hearing this, the two Saint King elders of the Xuantian Holy Land one after another left.
Su Zhan glanced at the backs of the two in amazement: "Master, their cultivation is a big heaven and a small extreme. They are not strong. If they follow us, wouldn't they be safer?"
"Follow us, what do they do at the Puppet Emperor Ruins?"
Tang Wujian smiled and explained: "The puppet emperor ruins are extremely dangerous. They come, naturally they want to try their own luck and see if they can pick up any treasures. If they follow us, the disparity in strength is so great. .
They have no face when they find the treasure!
Besides, I won’t take them with me. The monsters in the Puppet Emperor’s ruins are very sensitive, and sometimes it’s not a good thing to have more people. It will only make it easier to alarm some powerful monsters who have lived for thousands or even thousands of years beast! "
"That's true."
Su Zhan nodded.
It took another half an hour before Tang Wujian chose a hill that was less than ten miles away from the puppet emperor's ruins.
"There are at least four or five days before the puppet emperor ruins open. This place is almost the most spiritual place around the puppet emperor ruins. It seems that there is an underground spiritual vein. Let's wait here. It happens that we can also practice! "
Tang Wujian fell on the top of the mountain and said.
"Ok."
Su Zhan nodded.
At this moment, a hurricane suddenly blew up in Tianshan Mountains.
A cyan escape light swept from above extremely fast.
Amidst the light, faintly a figure of a woman, with long sleeves, floated away at a high speed.
Tang Wujian looked at the cyan glare, his eyes condensed: "Well, this is..."
As if thinking of something, a smile appeared on Tang Wujian's face: "Su Zhan, you are waiting here, I will find an old friend!"
"it is good."
Su Zhan answered, watching Tang Wujian leave, he didn't care too much.
Afterwards, he took out the jade slips of the puppet emperor's ruins and looked at it slowly.
Not long after Tang Wujian left.
Two more breaths descended on this hill.
Su Zhan Shengnian was released, and before he looked back, he had already sensed that he was the strongest two great saint kings.
"The fellow Daoist in front, our Feng family has taken over this mountain, so please trouble fellow Daoist to choose another place."
Among the two, the middle-aged man wearing a bright yellow robe said towards Su Zhan's back.
Next to him, there was another person, dressed in a Confucian robe, like a Confucian scholar, who also looked at Su Zhan, and felt that Su Zhan's cultivation was only a small level, and his eyes were a little contemptuous.
Su Zhan stood up, turned around, looked over the two of them, frowned slightly: "This mountain is yours?"
The man in the bright yellow robe carried his hands on his back, and said lightly: "It wasn't before, now I am standing here, that is it!
Why, you are a small heavenly saint king, and you want to wrestle with me? "
"Elder Feng Lin, this is a bit too much."
Seeing that Su Zhan's face was so young, the Confucian shook his head, and asked profoundly, "Which holy land elder is the Daoist so young?"
"I am not a holy land elder."
Su Zhan said calmly, "I won't leave either. Whatever you want to do, do it!"
"you!"
Feng Lin, who was wearing a bright yellow robe, got angry and let out four words coldly: "I don't know what it is!"
"Somehow it is your Feng Family!"
At this moment, a cold female voice sounded.
Two figures flew over here.
One is Tang Wujian, and the other is a woman in palace costume.
The palace-dressed woman who came with Tang Wujian glanced at the two Feng elders below: "He is the Young Master of the Xuantian Holy Land, and in terms of his status, he is more noble than the Holy Land Holy Kings and elders. You Feng Family did this because he wanted to Shall we go to war between Kamikaze Holy Land and Xuantian Holy Land?"
When they saw the woman in the palace costume, the two elders suddenly converged, shocked Su Zhan's identity, but smiled on their faces.
"The young master of Xuantian Holy Land, must be Su Zhan who is known as the number one genius in the Eastern Desolation Region, right?"
"Su Xiaoyou is really amazing. He has already broken through the Saint King. We didn't expect it for a while."
Tang Wujian glanced at the two elders: "I just didn't expect it, now you know, don't you get out?"
As soon as this remark came out, the two elders of the Feng Family changed their expressions.
Elder Fengshan, dressed as a Confucian scholar, bowed his hand towards Tang Wujian: "Elder Tang, everyone is the top figure in the Eastern Desolation Region. I have also met Elder Tang a few times. It was indeed a misunderstanding. Now the misunderstanding has been resolved. Why do elders need this attitude?"
Feng Lin was also displeased: "Besides, this mountain is so big, you are only allowed to occupy it, and other people can't stand?"
Su Zhan said in amazement: "But, didn't you just say that this mountain is occupied by you, so I must leave?
Now you change your mind. Could it be that you are a capricious villain? "
"you!"
Feng Lin was furious.
The palace-dressed woman frowned slightly, and said: "Okay, the two elders, Su Zhan and they are guests from afar, don't be too much."
"Elder Green, you--"
The Confucian scholar was about to speak, thinking that the relationship between the imperial woman and Tang Wujian was much closer than them, he took a deep breath and bowed his hand in a salute: "Today's right should give Elder Qing a face, Feng Lin, let's go!"
After speaking, he turned and left.
Elder Feng Lin, wearing a bright yellow robe, saw that he was the only one left, and his courage vented, and he hurriedly left.
After escaping for dozens of miles, Feng Lin said unwillingly, "Fengshan, when did our Feng family lose face so much?"
"Then what do you want to do? Do it?"
The Confucian shook his head: "The two of us may not be able to beat Tang Wujian together. He is not an ordinary great saint king, and Qing Yulan will not stand by."
As he said, he seemed to think of something, and the Confucian smiled: "You don't have to take this matter to your heart. Su Zhan dared to come to the puppet emperor ruins as soon as he broke into the saint king. Got him!
I don't think he will live long! "
"Indeed, the mere little heavenly king came to the remains of the puppet emperor, isn't it just looking for death?"
Upon hearing the words of the Confucian scholar, Feng Lin also stretched his brows. Immediately, his eyes were a little greedy and said, "Fengshan, although this guy has a low cultivation base, his wealth is estimated to be richer than us!
The false Heavenly Dao Saint Soldier's Sky Fire Fan is in his hand!
It's a pity that there is a Tang Wujian protector, otherwise if I meet in the ruins... hehe!
He will understand what despair is! "