Chapter 136 Yanjing

When Zhuo Yuhan heard the words, he paused and slowly turned around. Murong Bingyun, dressed in white, flashed and came to Zhuo Yuhan's side. Murong Bingyun blushed slightly and sweated on his forehead. First, he looked up and down at the handsome and straight man in front of him. After a while, he slowly said, "I am not the kind of person you said to avenge. If you have any requirements, as long as I can do it, I will try my best to meet you.

"Ha ha, no need. Only if you see me in the future, just don't shout to kill. I do things as I want. No matter who is bullied that day, I will save them.

Zhuo Yuhan waved his hand, smiled softly, said a faint sentence, and immediately turned around and left firmly.

"Hey, are you sure you don't need a reward? Do you know the status of the princess in the royal family?

Murong Bingyun didn't expect that he would kindly pay him, but the latter didn't care at all, which hit Murong Bingyun's self-esteem, which had always been proud of, stamped his feet and said unwillingly.

"I don't know! I don't want to know."

Zhuo Yuhan kept walking and waved his hand with his back to Murong Bingyun. Is it reward? What you need, the royal family will definitely be able to give it? Moreover, you have to avenge yourself. That's the real man.

"Damn! What's your name?" Murong Bingyun has been repeatedly neglected, and he is really a little unhappy. Zhuo Yuhan showed indifference and disapprovingly, but aroused the pride in Murong Bingyun's heart and insisted on making Zhuo Yuhan bow his head.

"A nameless boy in the mountains and fields. See you by chance."

While Zhuo Yuhan spoke, he suddenly felt an object flying behind him and subconsciously reached out to catch it. He didn't have time to look closely. He only heard Murong Bingyun's heavenly voice behind him: "This waist card is for you. I don't like to owe others a favor. If you have a chance in the future, you can go to Yanjing City at any time and go to the palace to find me. My promise today is valid at any time.

Zhuo Yuhan looked at the warm white jade waist card in his hand, engraved with stars, with two large ancient seals in the middle - Murong. His nails scratched the white jade waist card, and Zhuo Yuhan turned around. Murong Bingyun Miaoman's body had turned into a white dot and disappeared into the sky.

"Bad boy, if you don't listen to the old man, you will suffer losses in front of you! If you conquered her, you would be the son-in-law of the Great Yan Kingdom now. Yan's joking voice sounded in his mind.

"If I really do anything to her, I'm afraid that she will become the public enemy of the whole kingdom now, and everyone will be killed."

Zhuo Yuhan smiled indifferently, looked at the direction in which Murong Bingyun disappeared, and thought: "Yanjing, is this place already very close to the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom? Yan, let's go to the capital! That is the most prosperous place in the whole kingdom.

As a citizen of the Great Yan Kingdom, he naturally knows a lot about the capital of the kingdom. Yanjing is the center of the whole kingdom, prosperous and masterlike.

I made a decision in my heart, and Zhuo Yuhan no longer stopped. His body flashed, leaving shadows in place, and ran in the direction of Murong Bingyun's disappearance. Zhuo Yuhan is not as rich as Murong Bingyun. He can squander Taiyuan Dan to urge the flying runes at will, so he has to use light skills to travel.

Zhuo Yuhan practiced and consolidated his title along the way. It took him two days to walk out of the mountains and find the official road. Zhuo Yuhan did not stop and continued to travel day and night. This line is half a month.

The night is deep, the moonlight is hazy, and the night is as cool as water. A bonfire in the forest emits an uncertain light, looming and is almost extinguished. Zhuo Yu, dressed in blue, sat on his knees, and the dragon crown appeared above his head. The invisible Taiyuan Zhenqi poured down and was absorbed by the crown, constantly compressed and condensed. It turned into wisps of true air and poured into the bones of the limbs, and finally gathered into Dantian.

"Hu..."

Zhuo Yuhan opened his mouth and exhaled a turbid breath, opened his eyes and said to himself, "It took half a month to finally stabilize the title. If you continue to practice at this speed, you can reach the sixth grade in another month."

After the process of refining Yuanjing and entering the realm of title, the speed of cultivation will be greatly increased, and there will be almost no bottleneck. It will be difficult only when you are promoted to a title. Zhuo Yuhan has such an anti-sky martial arts. Naturally, the speed of cultivation is not slow, and the energy throughput is two times that of ordinary warriors. This is still because the pilgrimage is only an unparalleled third-class martial arts, and if the level is upgraded, it will be even more horrible.

"After arriving at Yanjing, in addition to refining weapons, I also have to understand Kanglong Youhui and Tianshan Zhiyangjue. Bajiquan can't fall. I feel that it is only one step away from understanding the essence of Bajiquan and condensing the martial arts seal of Bajiquan. At that time, I don't know what will happen after swallowing up the pilgrimage.

Zhuo Yuhan's thoughts turned around, and plans and ideas flashed and jumped in his mind one by one. With a plan for the next step in mind, Zhuo Yuhan bounced up and continued to travel with the stars and the moon.

Only in the capital of Yan and the capital of the kingdom can Zhuo Yuhan calm down and practice in his heart. In this wilderness, there are too many unknown secrets hidden to devote themselves to cultivation.

Ten days later, Zhuo Yuhan finally felt that there seemed to be an unusual breath in the air. A faint pressure came from afar, which made people awe and couldn't help but surrender.

"Yan, do you feel this prison-like atmosphere?" Zhuo Yuhan asked with a smile.

"The breath of king! Naturally, I know. Yanjing City should not be far away. This is the momentum radiated by the king's air in Yanjing City. Within a thousand miles, all creatures must have the idea of submission. Yan said lightly.

"What a domineering royal atmosphere. Wang Jue, indeed, lives up to his reputation. With just a momentum of king's luck, he can subdue the world. What kind of scene should it be in the real Yanjing City?

Zhuo Yuhan's tongue was so bad that he stepped up and continued to rush forward. Along the way, pedestrians gradually increased. One by one, the peddlers were dressed gorgeously, arrogant and energetic, which were unmatched by those cities in Yanning County.

A few hours later, Zhuo Yuhan finally saw Yanjing, the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom. Hundreds of feet of towering wall, a thick and domineering momentum revealed. Zhuo Yuhan saw that the soul of the Lord was mobilized and gathered in the center of his eyebrows. Looking around, a purple king's spirit appeared all kinds of visions over the whole Yanjing City, sometimes gathered into purple clouds, and sometimes gathered into a real dragon form. The whole capital was shrouded in the spirit of a purple king.

Outside the city gate, there was a lot of traffic and rivers. A burst of noise came from the city, and the royal breath came to my face.

"Yanjing City really lives up to its reputation. As a man, he should enter Beijing. I'm going to see what geniuses there are in the capital.

Entering the city, dozens of feet of wide moat surrounded the whole city of Yanjing. The river was turbulent and rapid, which was more powerful than the ordinary Yangtze River. The dark blue gate was 20 feet high, and rows of soldiers in black armor stood at the gate, with their eyes as electric and cold as frost.

Zhuo Yuhan stood under the gate, like an ant. Looking up at the sky, the towering wall seemed to connect the world and straight into the sky. The cornerstone of the construction of the city gate is all brown. This kind of stone is a very hard stone on Tianjue Continent, which is very precious, called lapis lazuli.

If you look carefully at the 100-foot-high wall, there seems to be a faint blue light flow, and the inscription symbols like tadpoles are engraved on the wall. This wall is supported by arrays. Even if a marquis overlord hits it with all his strength, the wall will not be damaged at all.

Zhuo Yuhan withdrew his eyes and walked to the gate with the crowd. This is the east gate of Yanjing City. The indifferent and fierce soldiers held their heads high and held long halberd, giving people a mountain-like momentum.

"Keng!"

A sound of gold and iron sounded, and a long halberd with cold light stood in front of Zhuo Yuhan. Zhuo Yuhan looked up to the left and saw a soldier blocking his way with a halberd, and a cold momentum swept over his body.

"The royal family has an order, and those with untidy clothes are not allowed to enter Yanjing!" The soldier who blocked Zhuo Yuhan's way said, his voice was cold, sonorous and emotionless.