The Song Dynasty Imperial Palace in Kaifeng City is majestic, vast and extraordinary, covering an area of tens of thousands of acres.
Countless palace buildings, one after another, are dazzling. Being in it is like being in a deep mountain forest, and it is easy for ordinary people to get lost in it. Even with the detailed map drawn by Emperor Bing of Zhao, Zhou Yi found it difficult to find the location of the palace where the Emperor's Sword was placed. Thinking of this, Zhou Yi's brows could not help but frown slightly.
However, Zhou Yi possessed superb lightness skills. When he jumped and flew, he was like a black eagle flying in the night, extremely agile and free.
Just as Zhou Yi was traveling at full speed, a somewhat old tower suddenly came into his sight.
I saw that the tall tower had carved beams and painted buildings, and its style was simple and ancient. The outer layer of the tower was tied up with iron chains. There were countless talismans and stone statues of monks carved on the tower. Above the iron gate at the entrance, there was a Tai Chi pattern carved.
Even though Zhou Yi was a hundred steps away, he could already feel the deep oppressive atmosphere coming towards him. The entire tower was completely different from the surrounding prosperous and vibrant Song Dynasty Palace, and it felt very out of place.
Zhou Yi raised the corner of his mouth slightly, thinking that the tower here was so heavy and oppressive, it must be the place where the emperor's sword was sealed. He immediately put aside his doubts and headed towards the tower at full speed.
When we arrived outside the high tower, we saw that there was a guard post every ten steps and a sentry every twenty steps in the entire Zhenguan Hall. The main roads and exits were heavily guarded, and all the checkpoints and passages outside the hall walls were heavily guarded by troops.
If such a scene had happened before returning from the Great Wall, it would have been enough to scare Zhou Yi away. However, with Zhou Yi's current level of cultivation, it was not a difficult task.
Zhou Yi shook his sleeves and leaped up from a distant eaves. He glided dozens of feet into the air, as if he had used the magic of the immortals to "shrink the earth into an inch". Without any leverage, he could actually cross such a distance and land directly on the tower.
After entering the tower, there is an open square in front of you that is a hundred steps long and wide. The ground, walls, and scattered pillars are all carved from smooth white marble. The space is much larger than expected from the outside, and there are no obvious stairs for going up and down.
Zhou Yi looked up and saw that the tower was nine stories high. The height between each floor was terrifyingly high. It would be impossible to climb up without someone with superb martial arts skills.
But this is not a problem for Zhou Yi. The corner of his mouth slightly raised, and he jumped up in an instant and flew to the ninth floor of the tower.
Nine is the maximum number!
The Emperor's Sword must be on it!
"Haha! I didn't expect that there would be guests coming today. It's really exciting!" A sharp and shrill voice suddenly sounded in his ears, causing Zhou Yi's heart to tremble.
"Who?" Zhou Yi asked as he landed steadily on the ninth floor, "Who is this senior?"
After Zhou Yi finished speaking, he began to slowly look around the environment inside the tower, and soon a shocking divine sword came into his sight.
The sword had a wooden handle and a blade made of refined steel. It was three feet six and a half inches long and three inches three inches wide. The blade was made of ancient black gold and meteorite iron from outer space, and it glowed faintly. A bright golden line ran across the blade and flowed to the tip of the sword, becoming the core of this amazing weapon.
That golden line was the meteorite iron that was melted and injected into the sword. It was like a living snake, firmly imprisoned in the sword, faintly flickering with light. I don't know if it was the light or the gold that was flowing. When the light flowed through the golden line, the whole sword actually had a faint thunderous sound.
"Is this the Emperor's Sword?" Zhou Yi couldn't help but murmur when he saw the sword.
He had seen many magical weapons, and even the Butterfly Love Flower in his own hand could definitely be regarded as the best magical weapon in the world. But when he saw the Emperor's magical weapon in front of him, he realized that the best weapon in the world could be so horrifying
"Why, my friend, are you here for the Emperor's Sword as well?"
The sharp and shrill voice came out again from the shadows in the high tower, and slowly, in the place where the sunlight could not reach, a shriveled and skinny figure slowly walked out.
He looked to be about fifty or sixty years old, shriveled and skinny, as if only half a person's height, with red lips and white teeth on his wrinkled old face. As he stepped, his wide and absurdly long robe was blown up by the wind, and there was a faint sense of danger.
Zhou Yi couldn't help but put his hand on Die Lian Hua's hilt and asked, "May I ask who you are, senior?"
"Me?" The old man smiled and pointed at himself with a slender finger, then said with a smile: "I am just an old man. You can call me Lao Mi. As for you, let me guess, are you Zhang Sanfeng's apprentice?"
"Sure enough, I can't hide it from Senior Mi. I did learn from Wudang, but unfortunately I have been expelled from the sect." Zhou Yi said seriously.
"Oh? Zhang Sanfeng is so short-sighted. With your martial arts skills, I'm afraid there are only a handful of people in the martial arts world who can beat you, right?"
"Senior, you are too kind!" Zhou Yi clasped his fists and said, "Senior, could it be that you are the one who specifically guards the Emperor's Sword here for the Zhao family?"
"Yes!" Old Man Mi walked up slowly, looked Zhou Yi up and down carefully several times, and said with a smile: "How about this! Fight with me, if you win, I will let you take the Emperor Sword away, how about it?"
Zhou Yi was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly said, "In that case, I would like to thank you very much, Senior!"
"Wait, wait!" Old Man Mi quickly stretched out his hand to stop Zhou Yi, saying, "You are so confident that you can beat an old man, me? Let me tell you first, if you lose, you will have to take over from me and guard the Emperor's Sword for the rest of your life!"
"Okay! I have no objection!"
"Haha!" Old Man Mickey laughed dryly and said, "You are really a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger! If you have the courage, then come on!"
After saying that, Mickey Mouse pinched his orchid finger and lightly tapped it. An invisible force pointed at Zhou Yi. Zhou Yi turned his body and dodged the invisible force.
The old man's mouth curled slightly, and he kept pointing. Zhou Yi turned around, lowered his body, crouched, hid... ... After a moment, Zhou Yi's forehead was already slightly sweaty, and he was extremely shocked. This old man used his bare hands to exert force, which was extremely cold and sharp. With Zhou Yi's ability, he didn't even think of taking it head-on. He could only dodge.
Seeing this, Old Man Mi smiled and said, "Is this the level of Zhang Sanfeng's disciple? I am really disappointed."
When Zhou Yi heard the sarcasm from old man Mi, he immediately retorted: "It seems that you are not old yet! Then I will rest assured and give it my all!" (To be continued)