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Xuefeng City has a relatively famous hot spring mountain.

There is a large house behind the casting shop where Zhumen is located, and clean hot spring water slowly flows down from the mountains.

Zhu Minglang was soaking comfortably in the hot spring pool, and there was a 16 or 17-year-old girl holding tea and fruit next to her.

The girl talked a lot and kept chattering in Zhu Minglang's ears, asking about something she was interested in, as if she wanted to go to the more prosperous imperial capital to take a look.

"Young Master, the black golden hooves are ready. Are you done here?" The disciple asked in a low voice outside the door.

"Yeah, it's comfortable to soak." Zhu Minglang replied.

"Oh, I'm just chatting with you. They told me to serve you, but I don't know how to serve you. Is this tea delicious? Is this fruit sweet?" The girl suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly.

"It tastes good and sweet, thank you for the hospitality. Next time these shameless stinky men tell you who to serve, don't agree, you will suffer a big loss." Zhu Minglang stood up, wrapped himself in a towel, and told the girl.

"Oh, oh, young master, I'll come and have fun next time."

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After leaving the hot spring pool, Zhu Minglang also changed into a dress.

In order not to let King An recognize him, Zhu Minglang naturally explained to the people in Zhu's sect, not to mention his identity.

Wearing a small mask, Zhu Minglang followed the shopkeeper Zhou Yong to the place where King An lived.

It is also a mansion leaning against the mountain. You can see that the mansion is extremely grand. Some trees used for decoration outside are specially painted in gold, making the style of the entire mansion extremely noble.

When I entered the mansion, the singing and dancing instruments were already playing. A group of charming dancers surrounded several golden braziers on this winter day, swaying their waists, cushioning their slender and straight legs, and dancing their graceful figures in their hearts as they stepped on the music...

Zhu Minglang doesn’t appreciate much about dancing, but not many famous families like this who were sent to the mountains and forests to practice swords since childhood.

Some people dressed in noble clothes were sitting around the dancers, some were appreciating them attentively, and some were whispering and seriously talking about things.

After a piece of music, the dancers sat down one by one on the legs of the adults, either pouring wine or praising them. When Zhou Yong and Zhu Minglang walked forward, the people around him ignored it.

"King An, the black golden hoof you want has been completed overnight. Please check it out." Zhou Yong handed over the black golden hoof.

When Zhu Minglang saw King An, he sat in front of the screen. His hair was combed very neatly and his face looked handsome, but there were some crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, indicating that he did not look as young as he looked.

"Master Bai, this is a small gift that Xiao Wang has prepared for you. Please accept it. Zhumen is the highest-profile tribe in our Jiting continent. The things created by them are definitely the most exquisite." King An came in person and took over the black golden hoof.

He walked towards a man sitting in front of the screen and presented it to the distinguished guest.

Zhu Minglang looked at the distinguished guest and saw that he was sitting cross-legged, his hair was neatly draped. His hair was a little different from that of ordinary people, and he looked a little crystal clear under the reflection of the fire.

He was wearing a very special robe, and his figure could not be seen clearly. He was a bit mysterious and solemn, but he was restrained but had a very confident spirit.

When facing King An, Master Bai just nodded very normally, and did not even reach out to pick him up.

Several high-ranking officials around King An frowned, and they did not expect that this guest from the world would be so disrespectful to King An.

King An maintained a tribute attitude. After a while, the man in a wide robe stretched out his hand and took the black golden hooves away.

At this time, Zhu Minglang noticed that he stretched out his left hand. His robe was too wide before and his arm could not be seen, but this action made the other side of him reveal, without his right arm!

One-armed man??

Zhu Minglang was very surprised.

This guy...

Why is it him!!

The mask Zhu Minglang was wearing shook slightly.

There was a turbulence in his heart.

This is the guest outside the sky mentioned by King An??

Zhu Minglang initially thought he had read it wrong, but Zhu Minglang dared to be completely sure until the other party’s right arm was missing!

At the beginning, it was this bastard who drove himself into the sea of ​​nothingness and fell into the vortex leading to another world...

Of course, he also paid a heavy price, that was that his right arm was cut off.

Zhu Minglang used the most powerful sword technique at the beginning. The wound cut by the sword would permanently leave a trace of sword cold energy. No matter how skilled medical skills and healing skills were, he could not bring his arm back.

It turns out that he killed a guest from the sky??

No, would you shuttle to another land? It is precisely because of this guy!

Guests from the sky have the ability to split the vortex of nothingness??

"Your Majesty is so polite. This time I came here, I was just looking for an enemy. At that time, I was young and energetic. I did not listen to the dissuasion of the older generation. I went down to the world alone, but encountered a lowly person who was attacked and injured by him. Now that I practice Mahayana, I naturally have to destroy that person, otherwise he will become my inner demon and affect my future practice." Master Bai showed his calmness and expressed his purpose for coming here.

"Oh? As far as I know, even if you came out for the first time at that time, you still have the power of the king. What you meet is probably the heads of the four major sects, or some hidden ancient tribes, strong men like leaders. I don't know what characteristics that person has. As the leader of the imperial power of the Jiting Dynasty, it is naturally not difficult to find such a madman. Please don't be so arrogant." King An smiled and continued to carry that extremely respectful attitude.

"I'm very young, no more than twenty, holding a sword should be the battle sword school here..." said Mr. Bai.

After hearing this, King An couldn't help but look at the others.

Many of them are powerful people, and they also rule the land or the top leaders of the power, but they have never heard of anyone in this world who is less than twenty years old and has the power level.

"Sword cultivators are headed by Yaoshan Sword Sect and Miaoshan Sword Sect. Miaoshan Sword Sect only has women, no men. The Yaoshan Sword Sect has been dead in recent years and has never heard of any peerless genius who has reached the king's level." King An said.

"It's not just the Sword Sect, but I'm afraid other sects and other forces have never heard of anyone who can reach the king's level at that age... Could it be that Master Bai met a guest outside the world?" said the old city lord of Xuefeng City.

"It's okay if you don't know. After completing the mission assigned by the superiors, I will find him and twist his head off myself." Mr. Bai said coldly.

"Indeed, with Master Bai's current strength, it is not something that ordinary king-level practitioners can compete with." The others immediately flattered.
Chapter completed!