The blood knife burst out with endless sword light, revealing an unparalleled aura.

At this moment, not only the people who were originally in the inn, but also the warriors from other places were attracted and concentrated.

Yan Jiu sat upright at the table holding a blood knife in his hand, not caring at all that he had become the central focus of the Qiantun Guard of Guangning.

He was just experiencing the artistic conception in the Blood Knife.

"Not bad, it's a good spiritual weapon." Yan Jiu nodded.

In the Guangyuan Immortal Realm, such spiritual weapons can be seen everywhere. In any sect of cultivation, every disciple has more or less some spiritual weapons.

The extraordinary thing about this Blood Knife is that it has a little more room for growth than those ordinary spiritual weapons.

Unfortunately, the space for growth is very small. If there is a large space for growth, it will become a magic weapon.

"Since you follow me, it's your luck. Let's drink the blood of the master first, and then break through and grow. OK?"

Yan Jiu's spiritual consciousness fluctuated and fell on the blood knife.

The blood knife shook, and a stronger sword roar came out.

In an instant, with Yan Jiu as the center, blood shone brightly.

The entire Qiantun Guard of Guangning burst into bright red light.

At this moment, the people around him saw the blood knife in Yan Jiu's hand and their eyes widened.

Most ordinary warriors are just shocked and envious.

Being able to witness the birth of the sword with one's own eyes is enough for them to remember and brag about their whole lives.

But there are also some warriors who think they are masters. When they see the Blood Knife, deeper in their eyes, there is greed.

When treasures come out, those who are capable want to take them as their own.

This is how human nature is.

The Marquis of the Guru and Zhu Changyong are no exception.

He looked at the Nurhaci army opposite the city.

"Jiannu just simply rode and shoot. My Ming army has been equipped with firearms. I really don't understand how Wang Huazhen lost the Battle of Guangning." Zhu Changyong shook his head.

The guest servant on one side is far away from him.

For some reason, the guest instinctively felt that Zhu Changyong was very dangerous.

Although I also touched the martial artist with internal energy, in front of this person, it was like a little sheep entering the mouth of a big bad wolf.

Although he had an aunt behind him, Zhu Changyong in front of him was obviously not overwhelmed by the imperial power.

Every time, Zhu Changyong looked at himself, and felt like he saw his prey.

This made the guest official very upset.

Every time she feels uncomfortable, a young man will appear in her heart for no reason.

Although from the beginning, the young man from the blood sect was just rude to him.

But for some reason, the guest always feels that once he gets to the young man, he is safe.

Shaking his head, the guest smiled mockingly.

"That man is arrogant and stunning, how could he care about a woman like me!"

This sentence flashed through her heart, and the guest himself was stunned.

In the capital, those princes and grandsons of the princes and nobles came up to show their charm?

In the capital, which of those noble ladies and social courtesans is not honored to make friends with themselves?

But what's wrong with me now? I feel ashamed in front of a mountain boy!

"Is it..."

The guest minister dared not think about it anymore. She tried to erase the figure of the young man from her heart.

But it appears that the more the shadow is applied, the clearer it becomes, as if it is penetrated deeper.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhu Changyong showed a smile on his lips, making him look approachable as much as possible.

"Ah, no." The guest minister hurriedly covered up.

Zhu Changyong nodded slightly, looking quite graceful, and said, "You are now an internal martial artist and can reach the state of internal energy release. When things come to an end, as long as this marquis guides you for several months, you may not be able to touch the innate threshold."

"Ah, thank you, Marquis." Although the guest minister was a woman, he deeply understood the difference between the innate and the inner qi martial artist.

If you can achieve innateness, it will not only increase your force, but also increase your life span, but also get a little slower when your face grows old.

For a girl, everything else is secondary, and the most important thing is to slow down aging.

Zhu Changyong's words made her heart beat.

However, the dangerous feeling on the other party made the guest restrain himself.

Zhu Changyong was very satisfied with the performance of the guest officials.

The guest just now looked obviously like a girl in the mood of a beautiful girl.

"Hmph, when I favor you and draw your thoughts, I will kill all the men who have something to do with you. It seems that you dare to have a second person."

Although Zhu Changyong smiled on his face, he was already full of murderous intent in his heart.

"Later, Wang Huayuan brings the Blood Sect leader, and I will find another excuse to abuse and kill. Establish your own power. Under your kindness, I am not afraid that this girl will not fall in love with a strong man like me." The more murderous intent Zhu Changyong felt, the more gentle his face became, and he smiled gently at the guest.

With his identity and ability, it is not difficult to want a woman.

But when a man reaches a certain level, he loses interest in those vulgar fans.

What Zhu Changyong needs is a woman who completely surrenders from her body to her mind, no, a female slave.

Some are perverted, very perverted.

"Marty..."

Just as Zhu Changyong was thinking about how to conquer the two blood sects, Wang Huayuan's voice came.

Zhu Changyong raised his eyebrows and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

With his cultivation level, you don’t have to look at it. You just need to hear Wang Huayuan’s voice and know that the old eunuch has been seriously injured.

"What?" Zhu Changyong turned around and his voice instantly looked at Wang Huayuan coldly.

As his momentum exploded, the blue stones that were building the city wall under his feet cracked and split into pieces.

Wang Huayuan suffered a serious internal injury. He was shocked by Zhu Changyong's power, his body trembled, and he immediately knelt on the top of the city, his mouth trembled, and he actually vomited another mouthful of blood.

"The old slave is useless. He was unable to invite the leader of the Blood Sect and was even injured by them."

"Baozi, you and your brother are both trash. You can't fight, and you can't ask someone to do it. What's the point of keeping you?" Zhu Changyong's voice was low, and as he spoke, a faint light had already condensed into his fingertips.

"Mr. Marquis is clear. Old slave is doing his best. The old man with a goat-faced face in the Blood Sect is very rampant. He is in the late stage of the innate stage. Old slave really can't beat him. Please spare your life, please..."

Wang Huayuan, an innate master. If he reaches a certain force, he is still a high-ranking existence. Now he is like a dog, constantly kowtowing and begging for mercy, just to survive.

"Innate stage?" Zhu Changyong heard this, the faint light in his hand dissipated slightly and said, "Innate stage, you are indeed no match for you. Get up."

"I thanked the marquis for not killing him."

Wang Huayuan kowtowed like a slaughter of garlic as if he had received the imperial edict to avoid death.

"Hmph, the people from the Blood Sect actually dared to hurt my dog ​​in the place where I am in charge. This is seeking death." Zhu Changyong brushed his sleeves and stood up.

Wang Huayuan kowtowed repeatedly and said with a chance: "It depends on the owner to beat the dog. The people from the Blood Sect don't beat me, I, I am obviously disrespectful to the Marquis."

“No need to say more.”

Zhu Changyong waved his hand and said, "I will go to meet this bloody man in person for a while."

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