"How brave!" Xu Yao shouted angrily, ecstatic in his heart, and slapped at the heart of Nanmen maple. The soft silent palm contained infinite power. The crazy Nanmen Maple seemed not to be aware of the crisis, and still rushed over without fear.

"Get away!"

Mu Pengcheng jumped and rushed towards the South Gate maple. He was very anxious. If he clapped the South Gate maple, he would die!

"Go away!" Xu Yao slapped Mu Pengcheng with another palm. There was no mercy on the mole ant that caused him trouble.

"Stop!" just then, a white figure came from afar, and it was almost in front of me in the blink of an eye.

Hearing the cheers from the visitors, Xu Yao patted his palms lightly, and his mind whirled rapidly between lightning and flint. When he thought of the Xuanyuan sword of Nanmen maple, his eyes were hot, and his palms fell on the chest of Nanmen maple and Mu Pengcheng almost at the same time.

"Poof!" "poof!"

The two figures soared up and flew ten feet away in the blink of an eye. They hit the ancient trees on the edge of the forest before they "snapped!" Fell to the ground with a crash.

The martial arts in the virtual world can\'t fight against the martial arts in the spiritual world at will. At this time, Nanmen Feng and Mu Pengcheng lie on the ground and don\'t know whether they live or die.

"Xu Yao, what you did!"

The visitor finally arrived, shouted angrily at Xu Yao, and quickly attached himself to check the injury of Nanmen maple. His Qi was like a hairspring and his face was like gold paper. The visitor breathed a sigh of relief, "there is still life." he quickly picked them up and flew away towards the bottom of Ziyun peak.

"Xu Yao, explain this to King Sheng yourself!" the voice fell, and the figure had been hundreds of feet away.

Xu Yao, with gloomy eyes, squeezed a fist. "Damn it!" it was safe. His appearance disrupted everything.

"King Sheng?" Xu Yao sneered, King Wu? He also has behind Xu Yao.

Yun Yao looked at what was happening in front of her and couldn\'t calm down for a long time. Until the crowd dispersed, Yunyao turned and walked down the mountain, "Nanmen maple, I\'ll make you regret it!"

Wang Sheng was in the other courtyard. Wang Sheng with a frown was looking at Nanmen Maple lying on the couch. This palm was very dangerous, but it deviated slightly from his chest. If he made another mistake, Nanmen Maple would be hopeless.

There are still two days to go before the emperor\'s tomb. Nanmenfeng\'s life is carefree now, but the emperor\'s tomb and his party are afraid to blow up.

"Xu Yao?" Wang Sheng whispered, lost in thought.

"How about King Sheng?" the white robed old man asked in a low voice. It was the man who took the South Gate Maple down Ziyun peak.

King Sheng sighed, "life is carefree, but it takes some time."

"The trip to the emperor\'s tomb?" as soon as the white robed old man\'s voice fell, King Sheng sighed and shook his head.

"Must he?"

King Sheng said slowly, "you and I are all people who have entered the emperor\'s tomb. Naturally, we can feel that it is a sword emperor. People who understand the meaning of the sword will always have more chances to win."

"The most important thing is that I always think he is different from ordinary people. Maybe the waiting for a hundred years is on him."

The white robed old man said, "what should I do?"

King Sheng said faintly, "he must go to the emperor\'s tomb."

The white robed old man was stunned at first, and immediately said in a startled voice: "is it?"

"HMM." Wang Sheng nodded slowly, with a dignified expression that he had never seen before.

"Is it worth it?"

King Sheng looked at the old man in white robe and said in a deep voice, "compared with huangnian, all the efforts are worth it. What\'s more, do we have time to wait?"

The old man in white robe looked gloomy and immediately said fiercely, "if I find the traitor, I will destroy his soul."

The light green jade bottle appeared in Wang Sheng\'s hand and opened it gently. The faint aroma spread in the room instantly, refreshing. It was refreshing just to smell it.

A little milky liquid dripped slowly from the jade bottle and entered the body through the blood stained lips of Nanmen maple. A strong vitality spread from Nanmen maple, and a faint light enveloped it in an instant.

At this time, the blood in Nanmen Maple was flowing rapidly, and the milky liquid turned into a warm stream and dispersed in Nanmen maple, rapidly restoring the broken five internal organs and meridians.

"He\'s lucky," said the white robed old man.

King Sheng received the jade bottle and said faintly, "it\'s an opportunity for him to give up first, and it\'s not bad for us."

The old man in white robe heard the speech and thought for a while. Then he said, "do you believe him? After all, he doesn\'t have a surname of Yun."

The master of Ziyun university is the Royal cloud family. Can they really rest assured that such a major thing is handed over to an outsider? King Sheng pondered for a moment and said, "the sea embraces all rivers. If the cloud family wants to survive for a long time, it must absorb more talents. Nanmen maple, I believe him!"

The white robed old man sighed and never spoke again. He also knew that there was no need to ask. Wolves are around. The cloud family seems to be prosperous, but it is already in turmoil. There is no time to wait any longer.

The Nanmen maple on the sleeping couch suddenly appeared a trace of Yuan force fluctuation, and gradually the vitality in the air gathered towards the Nanmen maple. The white robed old man\'s eyes brightened and murmured, "the jade liquid Shengji powder deserves its reputation, but it\'s a pity!"

Wang Sheng said with a faint smile, "if he can take the opportunity to further his cultivation, our hope will be greater."

"I hope so!" the white robed old man sighed, and they immediately went out.

Nanmen Feng suddenly gets up and walks towards the door. Mu Pengcheng and he are hit by Xu Yao at the same time. Now I don\'t know what\'s going on.

Sheng Wang bieyuan!

Just out of the room, Feng at the South Gate suddenly opened up. In that case, only Wang Sheng can and will save him. Since King Sheng came forward, Mu Pengcheng should be safe and sound. Nanmen Feng was secretly relieved.

The purple back looks like standing in the backyard forever. Don\'t bother to find it. Nanmen Maple has come behind King Sheng.

He bowed down and said, "thank King Sheng for saving his life."

"You don\'t have to thank me. Someone else saved you this time." King Sheng turned around and said faintly, "although I don\'t know why you did that, I don\'t want to do it again. The courage of every man is not the work of a wise man."

brute courage? Nanmen Maple doesn\'t know! However, the situation forced. Most importantly, nanmenfeng underestimated Xu Yao\'s determination to kill him.

"The top of the eighth floor? It\'s pretty good. It\'s not wasted." Wang Sheng continued.

When Nanmen Feng heard the speech, he suddenly realized that King Sheng must have given him some panacea. He was even more grateful. With a gentle bow, he said nothing more. Some kindness only needs to be kept in mind. More verbal expressions will appear hypocritical and hypocritical.

"How\'s my friend now?" Mu Pengcheng\'s ability to sacrifice his life and risk in that situation shows the truth.

King Sheng said, "my life is all right. I just need to rest for a while. I don\'t have so much jade juice Shengji powder."

Yuye Shengji powder! Nanmen Feng forgot where he had heard of it. It is said that there is the effect of living white bones and easy tendons. The rumor may be exaggerated, but it really happened to him and let him know that even some exaggeration is not far away.

With a sigh, Mu Pengcheng can only recover slowly. This feeling is not big.

"Don\'t worry." Wang Sheng seemed to see Nanmen Feng\'s worry and said slowly, "he has strong Qi and blood. I believe he can recover soon. I left some small gifts to express my gratitude to him."

Little gift? The little gift of the king of Wu is a great fortune for those in the spiritual realm. Maybe Mu Pengcheng will take his cultivation to a higher level.

At this time, Nanmen Feng was really relieved, "boy, thank King Sheng for him."

"No need." Wang Sheng waved his hand and said faintly, "tomorrow is the day of departure. I happen to have something to explain to you. We\'ll go to Ziyun peak now."

Nanmen Feng always felt some doubts along the way. Wang Sheng was so kind to him that he couldn\'t understand it. It\'s easy to say how to kill Su Siyuan, but Yuye Shengji powder is unusual. For martial artists who wander between life and death, the jade liquid Shengji powder can be said to be equal to a life.

Wang Jingwu is not without struggle or without injury.

At this time, King Sheng did not hesitate to make Nanmen Feng feel that the imperial tomb and his party were not as simple as expected.

There is no one in the huge palace of King Sheng. Wang Xi Jing doesn\'t even need ordinary cleaning people. They went straight into the hall and sat down at will.

After a moment of silence, King Sheng said, "do you know why I want you to go to the emperor\'s tomb."

Nanmen Feng shook his head. It has only been more than three months since he entered Ziyun University. He learned about the emperor\'s tomb more than a month ago. In other words, it only took King Sheng more than a month to decide the trip to the emperor\'s Tomb of Nanmen maple, or shorter.

The trust of King Sheng made him incomprehensible.

King Sheng said in a deep voice, "because it is a tomb and palace of the sword emperor. You can\'t enter it unless the sword is repaired."

Sword repair! Nanmen Feng still doesn\'t understand. Ziyun university never lacks talented disciples, and there must be many people who repair swords. Moreover, cultivating a group of spiritual sword cultivation is just a small effort for Ziyun University.

Why leave the near and seek the far?

Rain ice haze! Nanmen Feng suddenly remembered that King Sheng had planned to let yubinglan enter the emperor\'s tomb, didn\'t he?

"Elder martial sister Yu is also a sword repairer?" Nanmen Feng asked incredulously.

"Yes." Wang Sheng nodded gently.

She\'s a sword repairman! Nanmen Feng suddenly felt a little funny. It turned out that he never knew the real strength of yubinglan. He can\'t feel the breath of sword repair on yubinglan, that is to say, her strength is much stronger than Nanmen maple, so that Nanmen Maple can\'t notice her breath at all.

A cold sweat trickled down. Since he got the God killing tower, he has had a smooth journey. Few martial artists at the same level have rivals, and some regard heroes in the world as nothing.

Now I think it\'s just a frog at the bottom of a well. Not to mention Kyushu mainland, how many demons will exist in Yunzhou alone? It is inevitable that there will be something like rain, ice and haze.

I\'m afraid this trip to the imperial tomb is not as simple as expected!

"You don\'t have to belittle yourself." as if you saw the mind of Nanmen Feng, Wang Sheng said slowly: "in the spirit realm, you are already at the top. There is no one in Lan\'er\'s situation. Even when I was in the spirit realm, I didn\'t have her strength."

"There are nine people entering the emperor\'s tomb with you. I hope you can work together to resist foreign enemies. They will follow your lead. Except these nine people, everyone else can\'t be trusted. Do you understand?"

If there is no mistake, these nine people must be loyal to the royal family, that is, his help is also the eyes of the cloud family. The emperor read such an important thing. How could the royal family be careless.