Chapter 182 Three Glaciers

Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng walked leisurely as if they were shopping and walked towards Rongyang City.

Those disciples of Qinglanzong cleaned up the bodies of their peers and Wang Tong and went back to Qinglanzong with snot and tears.

Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian entered the best restaurant in Rongyang City and ordered a table of good dishes. The five people ate and drank happily, and Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng even drank happily, which meant to be late to see each other.

As for Zhang Yan, he looked at the inner armor on his body sadly while eating. The inner armor was made by Mr. Zheng Huan himself, and Zheng Rou sewed the thread by herself. For Zhang Yan, it has a different meaning from other armor.

Ning Lingxi and Yu Wenchan were so hungry that they didn't bother to listen to what Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng were saying. They ate and drank without regard to the image of a lady.

The five people here ate happily, but the waves outside were rough and the undercurrent was surging.

The news that Qinglanzong lost an elder and 30 wave-level elite disciples outside Rongyang City quickly reached the hands of the major forces of Xuantian Kingdom, and they each calculated what they should take this opportunity to do. Zhang Yan's enemies and his killer organization received the news and were quietly arranging some actions unknown to outsiders.

On a hilltop of Tianjianzong, a middle-aged man in white looked into the distance. The wind blew, blowing up his white clothes and long black hair, and added some freedom to him.

A disciple of Tianjian Sect hurriedly came and knelt behind the middle-aged man: "Master, I found the trace of the young master."

This middle-aged man is Ling Yunxiao, the suzerain of Tianjian Sect, the largest sword sect in the Xuantian Kingdom. He seemed to be thinking about his mind. He didn't hear the disciple's words, but still looked into the distance.

This disciple did not dare to make a move. He knelt there and remained motionless. It was not until his legs and feet were sore that Ling Yunxiao said faintly, "Let Luo Feng kill the disciples of Qinglanzong who offended the young master and tell him that he must kill them with boxing skills."

The disciple sweated coldly on his forehead and answered, "Yes."

"Go ahead." Hearing Ling Yunxiao's words, the disciple left quickly as if he were facing an amnesty.

"The suzerain is so terrible, not to mention in front of him, even behind him, he dares not speak at all!" The disciple said in his heart, "Next time I will definitely let Xiaolun report, and I will never come again!"

Blowing the cold wind on the top of the mountain, Ling Yunxiao said to himself, "Luo Zhongxuan, it's time for you to let your son come here to learn art and let him do something for me."

A few days later, the bodies of the disciples of Qinglanzong and Elder Wang Tong returned, but the bodies outside Yangcheng became 131.

None of the disciples sent out by Qinglanzong this time survived!

Liu Yangqing, the suzerain of Qinglan, had a very cold face. He looked at the bodies of these disciples and finally stopped next to the bodies of a disciple: "Is it killed by Zhao Jingtian, the boxer of the Holy Kingdom?"

An elder in charge of inshiring the news said, "As far as I know, when they came back from Yangcheng, the little rabbit Zhao Jingtian and Ling Lanheng were still in Rongyang City."

"Is that right?" Liu Yangqing's eyes narrowed slightly: "These disciples died under fists. Shouldn't they be wrong? Anyway, I will naturally count this account on Zhao Jingtian's head! And Zhang Yan dared to kill my son, which made my son hide in the clan now and dare not go out. Plus a Ling Lanheng, all three of them will die!"

The five Zhao Jingtian, who were remembered by countless people in the Xuantian Kingdom, are now excited to go to the northernmost place of the Xuantian Kingdom - Biluo Lake. As soon as Ling Lanheng heard where Zhao Jingtian's destination was, he pestered Zhao Jingtian to follow him. Zhao Jingtian had no choice but to agree.

However, Zhao Jingtian feels that it is not bad to have such a helper as Ling Lanheng, and perhaps the probability of taking the fire of Biquan will be greatly increased.

The northern part of the Xuan Kingdom is the same as the northern part of the Holy Kingdom, which is also an extremely cold place. The difference is that there is a super sect such as Shuiyuan Palace in the northern part of the Holy Kingdom, and there is nothing in the northern part of Xuantian Kingdom except a vast glacier.

When the journey was boring, Zhao Jingtian and others listened to Ling Lanheng's introduction to Xuantian Kingdom, which was also a flavor. Before coming to Xuantian, Zhang Yan also told Zhao Jingtian about the situation of Xuantian. However, the introduction of Ling Lanheng, who was at the senior level of Xuantian Kingdom, was obviously more detailed than Zhang Yan's, and even Yuwenchan, who had nothing to do along the way, listened with relish.

I learned from Ling Lanheng that the relationship between the three sword sects of Xuantian Kingdom is not as good as it seems. Tianjianzong is committed to consolidating his position as the boss. Dijianmen has a faint taste of later existence. Although Qinglanzong, which is suppressed by the two sects, is full of talents, but suffers from the lack of resources and talents at a disadvantage. He thinks about how to occupy more territory and cultivate more talents all day long.

And Zhang Yan didn't know who was entrusted to stab Liu Jizu, the young patriarch of Qinglan Sect. After the defeat, Zhang Yan was naturally hunted down by the killer organization and Qing Lanzong. However, this time Qinglanzong was unlucky and met Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian, which caused heavy losses.

"Brother Zhang Yan, if your strength rises one or two levels, unless you meet a super swordsman like my father, I believe you are capable enough to protect yourself in the Xuantian Kingdom." Since the last cooperation with Zhang Yan, Ling Lanheng has cherished Zhang Yan.

Zhao Jingtian sighed, "Unfortunately, I don't know much about sword spirit, and I don't know how your swordsman improved. Otherwise, I really want to help Zhang Yan improve one or two levels.

Ling Lanheng smiled and said, "I have a way to do this. This "Tianyuan Sword Qi Tips" can quickly improve the level of sword spirit. If Zhang Yan brothers don't give up, just accept it.

Zhang Yan looked at Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian until Zhao Jingtian said, "Brother Zhang Yan, just accept it. Good brothers don't care too much about polite things. If the eldest brother wants something and I have it, I will give it to him without hesitation.

Ling Lanheng smiled happily and said, "That's exactly. Those people I know don't mean to please me, or they are afraid that I will be scared to death. There is no place like you that makes it easy for me to travel with you.

Zhang Yan took over the "Tianyuan Sword Secret" and nodded to Ling Lanheng: "Thank you, young master."

Ling Lanheng said with a big face, "Second brother, call me big brother, and you can also call me big brother!" Second brother, let's let Zhang Yan be our third brother. What do you think?

Zhao Jingtian smiled and said, "That's what I mean."

Zhang Yan's eyes were a little wet, and he bowed to Ling Lanheng and Zhao Jingtian: "Zhang Yan has seen his eldest brother and second brother."

"Haha, that's great! I finally have my own adoptous brother, haha!" Ling Lanheng laughed happily. A young master like him rarely had such a chance to laugh so unscrupulously. His father Ling Yunxiao is very strict with him, and naturally he is also very demanding of his words and deeds. This is not allowed, and that is not accurate, which made him depressed and ran away from home. Naturally, he was extremely happy to meet Zhao Jingtian and others.

Zhao Jingtian said, "When we get to a place with wine, we can have a good drink of Jieyi Bar!"

"That's natural! Then let's go quickly!" Ling Lanheng couldn't wait and walked forward quickly. Since he drank wine in Rong Yangcheng last time, he felt that wine is really a good thing. The appearance of water, the soul of fire. Life must be full of joy. Don't make the golden bottle empty to the moon. It's right to say a little.

Zhao Jingtian smiled and naturally took Ning Lingxi's hand and walked forward.

Yu Wenchan pouted and rudely grabbed Zhao Jingtian's other hand, which made Zhao Jingtian cry and laugh, so he had to let go of both hands.

The five people continued to move towards the north of the glacier without noticing the white figure behind them: "Well, this prodigal son, not to mention breaking the fine blue sword I gave him, but also gave away the sword spirit of his ancestors. I'd like to see what you son-in-law can do, hum!"

After saying that, the white figure shook and quietly disappeared on the snow, as if no one had stood here at all just now.