The next day, the weather was clear, and the sunlit Shenjing City gradually recovered.

When Zhao Yu sat in the carriage and re-entered the Dao Palace's new disciple school, all the disciples were already waiting in their seats, respectfully saluting and greeting.

Maybe it's because the harvest of this trip to Huwo Mountain is quite rich, or maybe there was a girl who gave him a food box last night, so today he looked at the young man and girl sitting below, and it was very pleasing to the eye, and he actually showed a smile, and two good-looking dimples faintly appeared.

Since learning that the situation of the human race and Great Xia is not optimistic, the new disciples of the Dao Palace seem to have gone through a spiritual baptism, and everyone has become a lot calmer, especially Xu Hao, the thin man Han Wenxing and the fat man Qiu Hengji, looking at the little gentleman on the desk, with different expressions.

In addition to worship or worship in Xu Hao's eyes, I heard the second sister who returned to the mansion yesterday say that the fierce man in front of him, who was the same age as him, gently pulled off the animal tendons on his eldest sister's hair in front of everyone and used them to tie the decoration around her waist, which seemed to Xu Hao how free and easy!

The most important thing is that his eldest sister didn't resist, as if she was like a docile kitten, which was a terrifying tigress on weekdays.

The thin man Han Wenxing's eyes revealed admiration and a trace of sympathy, in the past few days, he had received the information collected by the family about the grandson of the Great Xia Emperor, as well as everything he had done on the way back to Beijing, and he also understood what kind of situation Zhao Yu was facing.

The thin man saw himself in Zhao Yu, but he couldn't do it like the emperor's grandson, so he admired, and at the same time, the thin man knew that Zhao Yu had to carry more, more and more dangerous, so there was still a trace of sympathy.

The emotions in the fat man's eyes were even more complicated, after the thin man vaguely told him that Zhao Yu did not kill everyone on the island, he no longer had such hatred for Zhao Yu, but for some reason, a voice in his heart kept telling him that he must win the top ten in this martial arts competition, and then stand in front of him in a dignified manner.

Is this the so-called self-esteem, the fat man thought with some self-deprecation.

Time passes, in a blink of an eye, it is time to release the hall, today is a big day, Liulicheng and the Xuemin tribe are about to arrive in Shenjing City at noon, and there is a ceremony to watch the ceremony of martial arts.

In other words, the second place on the list of mountains and seas in Great Xia, the only land god fairyland who appears above the vast land of Shenzhou, the queen of the northern snowfield will step into Shenjing today.

The Ministry of Rites has already issued a notice that it will be greeted five miles in advance outside the Suzaku Gate of Shenjing, so the vicinity of the Suzaku Gate is already crowded at this time, and they are all here to see the dignity of the saint, and the new disciples in the school are also eager to try, waiting for the hall to go and watch together.

Towards the end of the class, Zhao Yu was about to clean up the things on the desk, one hand was raised below, and a female voice came, with a little cowardice.

"Sir, you said before how to slaughter a saint in the void, I want to ask, what kind of existence is a saint?"

Zhao Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment it seemed that he had returned to the Tsing Yi Alley under the pouring rain, a huge pillar of light that ran through heaven and earth, a white and flawless finger, transcending time and space, and constantly magnifying in his eyes.

"Sir, sir?"

It wasn't until the female voice below sounded again that Zhao Yu came back to his senses and said: "The saint is an infinite existence in the limited world, and it is a great avenue of heaven and earth walking in the world, that is, how strong you can imagine, how strong the saint is." ”

When more and more disciples heard this, they gathered around Zhao Yu.

"Ah, isn't that saint invincible, how can he still be killed?" Xu Hao's heroic voice was full of surprise.

"What can kill a saint can only be the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but the Great Dao is lacking and not complete, so the saint still has a longevity and will still die, but his face is not old. Zhao Yu closed the Dao Theory in his hand and said slowly.

The two saints died because of him, and the Master transferred the opportunity to baptize the body of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth after his sanctification, and finally returned to the Great Dao because he could not withstand the power of the Land Immortal Realm.

The old lady in the early autumn of Yun Xiang forcibly became holy, the law of the avenue was incomplete, and there were only ten breaths to live after the sanctification, but Zhao Yu crashed into the pillar of sanctified light, and isolated the law of heaven and earth with the star sand, a thing outside the sky, so that it could not come, so in a strict sense, the old lady Yun Xiang failed to become a saint, just a half-saint, but that's it, it is also unparalleled, if it wasn't for the system just turned on, the saint would have killed Zhao Yu with one finger.

The power of the saint, as terrifying!

"Then the city lord of Liuli City who came to Shenjing this time is in control of the Ice and Snow Avenue. Another girl asked innocently.

"Then I don't know, and I haven't met this saint either, but you can go to the Suzaku Gate now, and then come back and tell Sir. ”

At this time, the Suzaku Gate was already crowded, under the martial law of Si Tianjian and Gyeonggi Prefecture, except for the vacant street in the middle, the rest of the place was occupied by people, especially the high-rise restaurants along the road, which was an excellent observation position, and it was even more difficult to find.

Five miles outside the Vermilion Bird Gate, a team of people and horses are stopping, and the leader is an old man riding on a horse, burly, wearing only a single coat under the cold wind, and his blood is as strong as a dragon, it is the bow of Great Xia, Xu Sheng, the Duke of Wei.

Next to him is You Tingjian, who is also riding on a horse, although he is middle-aged, his face is like jade, and he is graceful.

Behind him, the red, black, and silver armies stood silently, distinct, and they were quietly arrayed, but they shattered all the wind and clouds in half of the sky in Shenjing City, and the infinite murderous aura overflowed, releasing a strong coercion.

Holding the sun, Shenwei, and the three upper four armies of the ghost wing, led by the deputy commander, each descended to a standard, Guan Zhengqing was impressively in the column, sitting on the leader of the ghost wing, with a solemn expression.

The old man Xu of Wei Guogong on horseback looked ahead, his eyes narrowed slightly, he took two steps forward on his horse, and said, "It's here." ”

A snow-white carriage appeared in sight, pulling the cart as four white beasts, with a single horn on their heads, and their bodies like horses, driven by a young girl wearing a fox jacket, not very old, and her skin was as clear as snow.

Behind the carriage was a long procession, all of whom were dressed in white beast jackets, burly in size and hairy, and even worse, wearing only a short jacket, revealing strong and thick arms.

Wei Guogong rode his horse to the carriage, hugged his fists and said:

"The lord of Liuli City is here, and the regent has set up a banquet in the White Emperor's Palace, please follow me into the city. ”

"Thank you for the regent's kindness, the old man has been gone for many years, and he will be fine. A sound came from inside the carriage, like an orchid in the empty valley, and like a snow lotus on the top of the snow-capped mountain, refreshing.

A pair of white and flawless jade hands lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing the voice and shadow of a woman, with a plump and graceful figure, but her face was blurry, as if shrouded by a light, and she couldn't see it really.

Old Man Xu nodded, rode his horse and walked in front, the curtain of the carriage was lowered again, and the long procession headed towards the Vermilion Bird Gate of Shenjing City.

The third son of the king of Bei'an, the deputy commander made Jiang Tu snort coldly, and the Japanese army behind him took a step forward at the same time, and when the fishy wind was howling, the snow tribe sat down and the strange beast whimpered, and directly lay on the ground, trembling, and the formation of the snow people team was suddenly chaotic.

At the Suzaku Gate in Shenjing City, the people who were waiting for it suddenly felt that the temperature had plummeted, and the cold was even worse, and they stretched out their hands, only to find that there were snowflakes slowly falling on them under the sun.

The saint descended, and the sun fell on the Shenjing City.