The wind and snow are getting stronger.

Zhao Wujiang sat quietly by the stove, the fire in his eyes curling up, and he remained silent.

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

But there was no way he could let Zhao Wujiang watch Xuanyuan Jing die!

Jiazi late spring, how long is that?

It’s only a hundred days from now!

In other words, if the curse is not lifted, Xuanyuan Jing only has a hundred days left to live.

Maybe Xuanyuan Jing had a premonition, which made him feel even more haggard.

Zhao Wujiang already had a vague outline in his mind. Within this outline was the true face of the world and many truths.

But he still needs to know more, and there are still many questions in his mind that need to be answered.

Why don’t powerful people at the heavenly level show up in the world? To be precise, why do the powers at the heavenly level not show up in the world?

The existence of sword slaves such as the Sword Furnace Swordsmen of the Sword Tomb is clearly against the way of the sword, so why does the Sword Tomb acquiesce?

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

Why did the abbot of Lanruo Temple do this? Does he represent some people? What do these people want from me?

Why don't the strong men in the arena 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 war situation again, and everything was troubled. Only by calming down the war could he answer many questions.

As the saying goes, the more you see, the less you know.

Improve your own strength first. No matter how things change, the stronger you are, the more stable you will be in the storm.

Zhao Wujiang sighed slightly and drank hot wine again. Suddenly he frowned and looked outside the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

He felt that a strong person was approaching, and his aura was so strong that he was the strongest person he had ever felt so far, even stronger than Pei Jingcheng, the ninth-level grand master at the time.

None of the great elders of the Renzong and the abbot of Lanruo Temple that he had met in the Renzong group or at Lanzhou Lanruo Temple had such a domineering aura.

Of course, it is most likely because the great elder or the host of the Renzong has restrained his aura. After all, most powerful people will not reveal their aura deliberately.

But this strong man did not hide his powerful aura at all, and flew over so quickly, approaching the Hall of Cultivation of the Heart.

Zhao Wujiang's eyes were filled with golden light. He did not feel any hostility, but when a strong man approached, he had to mobilize his cultivation to prepare to face him.

The invisible wind in the room stirred up and converged on Zhao Wujiang's palm.

Footsteps were heard outside the Yangxin Hall, and at the same time the powerful aura disappeared, as if to show respect to the owner of the Yangxin Hall.

Footsteps were approaching, and someone knocked on the door.

"Your Majesty, I would like to see you, my old minister Jiayi!"

Jia Yi? Zhao Wujiang narrowed his eyes slightly, Long Yin Wei Jia Yi?

The higher the number of the Dragon Hidden Guard is, basically the more powerful it represents.

Jiayi, he had heard from Jiaer and San during their daily chats, that he was the elder of the elders of the Longyin Guards.

After the owner of the Dragon Hidden Guard's serial number dies, it will generally not be inherited by the next person within fifty years, so there are many vacancies in the Dragon Hidden Guard's serial number.

As for Jia Yi, according to what Jia Er and San chatted about, it seems that the current Jia Yi has always existed more than a hundred years ago. There has never been any news that Jia Yi died and was inherited by someone else fifty years later.

In other words, today's Jiayi is at least a hundred years old.

As for his cultivation, no one knows.

"Jiayi, the emperor is not in Yangxin Palace." Zhao Wujiang replied calmly.

"boom!"

Outside the house, a vast breath spread out, and the door of the Yangxin Hall was also blown open. The wind and snow from the sky and the earth suddenly poured into the room, and only an angry shout was heard: "Who are you?"

Zhao Wujiang was alert, knowing that Jia Yi had misunderstood, and was about to slash Feng Xue with his sword, when an old man with green and white eyebrows and long beard appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!