Once upon a time, Pu Hanrong was extremely proud, thinking that apart from Huo Shangjun, the chief disciple of Zizonglin, there would be few people in the capital who could compete with him.
This time he came to the power competition, and with his monarch-level strength, dealing with those disciples from other powers was simply abusive.
Who ever thought that in the eyes of others, he was so unworthy of mentioning.
Taking the initiative to hand over the brocade boxes he had collected, Pu Hanrong also chose to quit.
For a time, there were not many people on the entire Nine Army Tomb Hill, and the rest were just some broken stone statues.
As for the colossal general statues that can move on their own, more than half of their organs have been destroyed by Zhu Minglang's shocking sword strikes.
No one dared to compete with Zhu Minglang anymore.
All the spiritual resources here belong to Zhu Minglang alone.
"My lord, here is the brocade box that sits in the four city-states of the Ancestral Dragon City-state in Lichuan." Qin Yang found a purple-red brocade box and said to Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang took it over and glanced at it. It was clearly written in black and white, and there was also the seal of the Jiting Dynasty. With this document, Zulong City-State will no longer be a land without owner!
He let out a long sigh of relief.
Finally, there is no danger.
Fortunately, there is a sword spirit dragon, otherwise it would be really difficult to stand out in this competition.
Let the sword spirit dragon return to the spiritual domain, Zhu Minglang gave the document to Nan Lingsha, and said to her: "The order in the land of Lichuan will be established soon, and the rest depends on Yunzi's grasp of the war." gone."
Nan Lingsha nodded and said, "She won't lose."
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The power competition and this time the power competition is finally over.
Originally the chief disciples of the major forces were the focus of people's attention, but in the end people seemed to only remember Zhu Minglang, and the most impressive thing was the peak Shen Tianying sword, which gave people a new understanding of the Dragon Shepherd Know.
These days, the entire imperial capital has been discussing the Battle of Trick City, especially Zhu Minglang's arrogance when he made everyone get out of his sight, and his heroic demeanor when he fought against the chief disciples of the major forces.
As for Zhu Minglang, he slept for a day or two because he was tired, and when he regained some strength, the first thing he did was ask Nan Lingsha and Qin Yang how many treasures they had harvested!
In the past, Zhu Minglang regarded money as dung, but that was only because of his youth.
Now he feels that gold, silver and treasure are the cutest things in the world, and he will definitely cherish them.
"My lord, after the First Battle of the Trick City, we had a long queue outside the gate of Zhumen. Many forces wanted to buy those mine veins, city deeds, spiritual fields, and medicine gardens from us... Didn't you see that?" They act in a low voice, there are many good things that they specially told their disciples to take them down." Qin Yang rarely saw a smile on his face.
"It doesn't make much sense for us to keep it for ourselves. If you organize and classify these things, it won't be of much use to Zhumen, so you can sell them for money." Zhu Minglang said.
"My lord, this is a lot of money. What do you need so much money for?" Qin Yang asked in confusion.
"The Dragon Shepherd never realizes that he has a lot of money. You can ask my father, if there is any good thing, Zhumen wants to pick it up." Zhu Minglang said.
"Young master, the master has already picked him up." Qin Yang said.
Zhu Minglang smiled wryly.
Zhu Tianguan is really not very polite with himself.
However, it was originally agreed to split the spoils fifty-five.
What's more, the Sword Forging Palace lost such a large amount of money, and I can just make up for it this time.
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Although Jian Xing really brought Zhu Minglang a feeling of soaring joy, but he had to admit that the stamina was also very strong.
Zhu Minglang's whole body is sore now, and he hasn't recovered after a long time.
These days, he didn't do anything else, he could only do some relatively simple exercises like a person recovering from a serious illness, such as walking, shopping, rafting...
Dishui Lake is quiet and beautiful, and the most pleasant scenery is the green willows by the lake, like a lady combing her hair in front of the water mirror.
Zhu Minglang sat alone in the light boat, and no one rowed for him.
In the past, he liked it like this, lying on his back in this wooden boat, letting the clear waves of the lake send him to the center of the water drop lake, gazing at the clear sky or the fascinating night.
At this time, thoughts will always drift freely, without purpose, and without too many worries, just passing the time leisurely, enjoying this kind of penance without being urged by others, enjoying this leisure and comfort.
The lake is huge, and Zhu Minglang has never regained consciousness when the light boat touches the shore of the lake, but it may be that this time his thoughts drifted too far, and there were too many things to recall, or the water waves were so fast that the small boat touched the shore. When he arrived at the stone shore, and it was a lakeside city close to the bustling avenue, Zhu Minglang even heard some boatmen yelling.
Zhu Minglang got up and found that there were many pleasure boats around, with bright lights on. Many women in gorgeous costumes and a few handsome young men were planning to take a boat to visit Shuidi Lake. Those boatmen who were doing this business saw When he arrived at Zhu Minglang, his face was a bit perplexed.
"Young master, did you come from the Neiting Lake in Zhumen?" The boatman asked respectfully with some discernment.
"Yes, I really wanted to fall asleep, and the boat floated here." Zhu Minglang said with some embarrassment.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's not that he came to grab our business, the young master looks familiar..." Said the boatman.
At this time, the eyes of those young men and women also fell on Zhu Minglang, and one of them pointed at him and exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't this Zhu Minglang!"
"Zhu Minglang??"
"Is that Zhu Minglang from Zhumen??"
"This is a little legend in our imperial capital, let's all make room for me to get a taste of his fairy spirit!"
Soon, many people gathered on the shore of the lake. They were as excited and excited as watching a water monster in the lake.
Seeing this, Zhu Minglang hurriedly left by boat.
Things are moving really fast.
It has become a little legend of the imperial capital!
Sure enough, a truly unique person will attract people's attention wherever he goes.
Whether it is the imperial capital or the Zulong city-state.
Back to Menting Lake by boat…
This water drop lake is very vast, but half of it belongs to the Menting Lake area of Zhumen, and those tourists who are sightseeing cannot cross the border.
Zhu Minglang didn't expect to stay on the boat for so long.
I don't know why, but Zhu Minglang still doesn't feel that sense of inhabitation when he clearly returns to the imperial capital, which is where he was born.
He still thinks about the person he never forgets at the far border of the Extreme Court Continent.
Wandering for several years, time flies, in the short year in Zulong city state, too many things happened...
From being a refugee who was used to insult the unparalleled woman in the world to now becoming a little legend among the people in the imperial capital, life has been full of ups and downs!