Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was extremely proud, believing that apart from the chief disciple of Zi Zonglin like Huo Shangjun, there were few people in this emperor who could compete with him.

This time, when we came to the power competition, with his lord level strength, it was simply abusive to deal with the disciples of other forces.

Who would have thought that in the eyes of others, it is so unworthy of mentioning.

He took the initiative to hand over the brocade boxes he collected, and Pu Hanrong also chose to quit.

For a time, there were few people on the entire Jiujun Tomb Mountain, and the rest were just some broken stone statues.

As for the colossus of generals who can move by themselves, most of their mechanisms have been destroyed by Zhu Minglang's shocking swords.

No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang again.

All the spiritual resources here belong to Zhu Minglang alone.

"Young Master, the four city-states of the Zulong City-state in Lichuan are here." 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 on it. It also had the seal of the Jiting Dynasty. With this document, the Zulong City State will no longer be a homeless land!

I breathed a long sigh of relief.

Finally there was no danger.

Fortunately, there is a sword spirit dragon, otherwise it would be difficult to stand out in this competition.

Let the sword spirit dragon return to the spiritual realm, Zhu Minglang gave the document to Nan Lingsha and said to her: "The order of Lichuan will be established soon, and the rest depends on Yun Zi's grasp of the war."

Nan Lingsha nodded and said, "She will not lose."

...

The power competition and this power competition are finally over.

Originally, the chief disciples of major forces were the focus of people's attention, but in the end, people seemed to only remember Zhu Minglang. The most impressive thing was the Peak Shentian Shadow Sword, which gave people a new understanding of Master Dragon.

These days, the entire emperor has been discussing the battle of the government city, especially Zhu Minglang’s rampantness when he let everyone out of his sight, and his heroic posture when he fought against the chief disciples of major forces alone.

As for Zhu Minglang, he slept for a day or two because of fatigue. After he recovered a little, he immediately asked Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had gained!

In the past, Zhu Minglang regarded money as dirt, but that was just because of his youth.

Now he thinks that gold, silver and treasures are the cutest things in the world, and he will definitely cherish them.

"Young Master, after the battle in the government city ended, there was a long queue outside the court of Zhumen. Many forces wanted to buy the mineral veins, city deeds, spiritual fields, medicine gardens from us... You didn't see them whisperingly. There were many good things that they specifically told their disciples to take them down." Qin Yang rarely saw a smile on his face.

"It doesn't make much sense to keep it ourselves. If you sort these things out, it is not of much use to Zhumen, so you sell them for money." Zhu Minglang said.

"Young master, this is a lot of money. What do you want so much money to do?" Qin Yang asked in confusion.

"Master Mulong never realized that he had too much money. Ask my father what good things he had, Zhumen wanted to pick them away." Zhu Minglang said.

"Young Master, the master has chosen it." Qin Yang said.

Zhu Minglang smiled bitterly.

Zhu Tianguan and himself are really not very polite.

However, it was originally said that it was easy to share the spoils.

What's more, the Sword Forging Palace has lost so much money, and I can compensate this time.

...

Although Jian Xing really brought Zhu Minglang a sense of ascension, he had to admit that the momentum was also very strong.

Zhu Minglang's whole body is now sore and he has not recovered after a long time.

These days, he hasn't done anything else. He can only do some simple exercises like a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, such as taking a walk, shopping, and rafting...

The Drop Water Lake is quiet and gentle. The most pleasant scenery is the green willows by the lakeside, like a graceful lady combed her hair in front of the water mirror.

Zhu Minglang sat alone in the light boat, and no one rowed for him.

In the past, he liked this, lying on his back in this wooden boat, allowing the clear waves of the lake to send him to the center of the water droplets, staring at the clear sky or the fascinating night.

At this time, my thoughts will always float around casually, without purpose, and without too much trouble. I just pass the time leisurely, enjoy this kind of practice without being urged, and enjoy this leisure and comfort.

The lake is very big, Zhu Minglang never came to his senses when the boat touched the lake shore, but it may be because the thoughts drifted too far this time and there were too many things to recall, or the water waves were very fast. The boat hit the stone shore and was in the lakeside urban area near the bustling avenue. Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen shouting.

Zhu Minglang got up and found that there were many cruise ships around him, lighted the beacons. Many women in gorgeous clothes and a few handsome young men were planning to take a boat to visit Shuidi Lake. The boatman who did this business saw Zhu Minglang with a little confused face.

"This young man, did you come from Zhumen Neiting Lake?" The boatman had some eyesight and asked respectfully.

"Yes, I want to fall asleep so much that the boat floated here." Zhu Minglang said a little embarrassedly.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not just for the person who came to steal our business. The young master looks familiar..." said the boatman.

At this time, the young men and women also looked at Zhu Minglang. One of them pointed at him and shouted in surprise: "Isn't this Zhu Minglang!"

"I wish you a bright future?"

"Is the one who prays to the door bright??"

"This is a little legend in our imperial capital. Let me give you a try and get me his fairy spirit!"

Soon, many people gathered on the shore of the lake. They were as excited and excited as watching the monsters in the lake.

Seeing this, Zhu Minglang hurriedly left on a boat.

Things fermented really fast.

It has become a legend in the imperial capital!

Sure enough, a truly unique person will attract people's attention wherever he goes.

Whether it is the imperial capital or the Ancestral City State.

Take a boat back to Menting Lake...

This Water Drop Lake is very vast, but half of it belongs to the Menting Lake area of ​​Zhumen. Those merchants who are visiting and visiting cannot cross the line.

Zhu Minglang did not expect that he had been on the boat for so long.

For some reason, even though he returned to the imperial capital, this is where he was born, Zhu Minglang still couldn't feel that kind of feeling of habitat.

He was still thinking about the person he never forgets at the distant border of Jiting Continent.

After wandering for several years, time flies. In the past year, too many things happened in Zulong City State...
Chapter completed!