The heavier the wind and snow.

Zhao Wujiang sat quietly by the stove, with a slight wafting in his eyes, and he remained silent.

Zhao Wujiang didn't know who "He" was in his heart, but he could make people know that he was afraid of it in his first words, so he was definitely not an ordinary existence.

But if Zhao Wujiang watched Xuanyuan Jing die, he would never be able to do it!

How long does it take to be late spring in Jiazi?

Only a hundred days away from now!

In other words, if the curse is not lifted, Xuanyuan Jing will only have a lifespan of 100 days.

Perhaps Xuanyuan Jing has a premonition, so he will become more and more exhausted.

Zhao Wujiang already had a vague outline in his heart. In this outline, there are the true face of the world and many truths.

But he still needs to know more, and he still has many doubts in his heart that need to be answered.

Why do the powerful people in the heavenly level not appear in the world? To be precise, why are the power of the heavenly level not appear in the world?

The existence of sword slaves like the sword furnace swordsman in the sword tomb clearly violates the sword way, why does the sword tomb default?

Xuanyuan Yuheng is also the bloodline of Xuanyuan. Why can he live to be about forty years old?

Why did the abbot of Lanruo Temple do this? Does it mean that some people? What do these people want to get from me?

Why don’t the strong men in the world intervene in the battle? Is it just because of some agreements? Shouldn’t they protect their compatriots?

......

Zhao Wujiang couldn't understand that Daxia was about to fall into a big battle situation again, and everything was troubled. Only by quelling the war first can we answer many questions.

It is just like that, the more you see, the less you know.

First improve your strength. No matter how things change in the world, the stronger the strength, the more you can stand firm in the storm.

Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly, drank hot wine again, and suddenly frowned and looked out of the palace of Yangxin.

He felt that a strong man was approaching, and his aura was the strongest man he had ever felt now, even stronger than Pei Jingcheng, a sword tomb of the ninth-level grandmaster at the time.

In Renzong's party, or in Lanruo Temple in Lanzhou, the elders of Renzong and the abbots of Lanruo Temple he had met did not have such a strong aura.

Of course, the most likely reason is that the great elder or the host of the Human Sect has restrained his breath. After all, most powerful people will not reveal their breath accidentally.

But this strong man did not hide his powerful aura at all, and flew quickly to approach the Palace of Yangxin.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were flowing with golden light. He did not feel hostility, but when the strong approached, he had to mobilize his cultivation and prepare to face it.

The invisible wind and catkins in the room gathered towards Zhao Wujiang's palm.

The sound of footsteps came from outside Yangxin Hall, and the powerful aura that was released also disappeared, as if it was expressing respect to the owner of Yangxin Hall.

The footsteps were approaching and someone knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, the old minister Jia asked for a meeting!"

Jia Yi? Zhao Wujiang's eyes narrowed slightly, Long Yinwei Jia Yi?

The higher the number of the Dragon Invisible Guard, the stronger the strength it represents.

Jia Yi, he heard about Jia Er San’s chat on weekdays. He was the elder of the elder in the Dragon Invisible Guard.

After the owner of the Dragon Invisible Guard's serial number will generally not be inherited by the next one within fifty years, so there are many vacant numbers in the Dragon Invisible Guard.

As for A, according to A, Er and San’s chat, A, seems to have existed more than a hundred years ago. Never before, A died, and the news that the serial number was inherited by others fifty years later was recorded in the book.

In other words, today's A-Yi is at least over a hundred years old.

As for cultivation, no one knows it.

"A First, the Emperor is not in the Yangxin Hall." Zhao Wujiang replied lightly.

"boom!"

Outside the house, a vast aura spread open, and the door of the Yangxin Palace was blown open. The wind and snow in the world suddenly poured into the room, and a angrily shouted: "Who are you?"

Zhao Wujiang was alert in his heart. Knowing that when Jia had a misunderstanding, he was about to swing his sword to cut off Fengxue, an old man with green and white eyebrows and long beard appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!