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"What?" Li Yi extinguished his Lin Family? "

"It's too scary, it's true. I saw with my own eyes that the princess had also come, and a group of imperial guards had also come. There are also a lot of people with Lin Family, but no one dared to stop them."

News quickly spread throughout the city like wings. It was as if a huge boulder had fallen from the sky and exploded within the hearts of the people.

How long has it been?

Less than a year had passed since the Kingdom Supervisor Temple had been destroyed and it had only been a few months since that night in the West Gate Square. In the blink of an eye, the large family had actually been annihilated.

Too terrifying.

Everyone was horrified, and thought, is this Li Yi going up to the sky now?

Several hours later, a group of imperial guards arrived in an orderly manner. A carriage had arrived at the entrance of the academy.

Inside the Fifth Institute, Qingyang once again anxiously ran inside and shouted: "Not good! Senior Brother, here we go again, they're here again. "

Li Yi glared at him: Don't you see that there is a guest here? Can you be any more promising? "

Qingyang swallowed a mouthful of foam, his bashful face flushed red. He panted as he said, "The Emperor has come."

Puff!

Li Yi staggered and almost fell down. He silently put down the deity statue and walked in front of Qingyang: "Are you sure?"

Qingyang nodded. "I'm sure."

"Please come in."

Li Yi swept his gaze across the courtyard, seeming to be considering where to welcome her, but after looking around for a few breaths, he sighed, and finally gave up on that idea.

Long Waner chuckled: "Brother Li isn't afraid?"

Li Yi said with a stern face, "Why should I be afraid?"

Long Waner continued: "The son of the Shang Kingdom, is from the same generation as your eldest senior brother. Back then, the two of them had a dispute as well, he had only lost to your eldest senior brother in one move."

Hearing that, Li Yi turned serious.

Although he had never seen Eldest Brother before, from the look of admiration on Qin Meng's face every time he spoke, Li Yi could almost determine just how magnificent his Eldest Brother was.

Unexpectedly, the Emperor Xiawu of the Shang Kingdom was also such a genius.

Long Waner said again: "According to rumors, he might have already broken through the Heavenly Piercing Stage."

With these words, Li Yi was unable to remain calm.

To him, that kind of cultivation realm was too powerful. Even if he brought out that deity statue, he still might not be able to defeat it.

However, he wasn't worried about anything. The Principal was still alive, and Qin Meng was also present.

In front of the academy.

Emperor Xiawu, dressed in casual clothes, pushed open the curtain and was about to get off.

At this moment, an old man in his sixties or seventies slowly walked over from the street.

The old man was not very tall. He was wearing a simple purple robe, which had a dull luster to it, and many parts of his body had been whitened. His face was wrinkled in yellow, and his pupils were sunken.

His steps were slow and listless.

Emperor Xiawu subconsciously looked over, and the first thing he felt was that his body was covered in dust, like a poet who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"We've finally arrived."

The old man ignored the Emperor Xiawu and the rest as he walked to the front of the school. He revealed a smile, revealing all of his yellow sticky teeth which had fallen out of his hand.

What caught the Emperor Xiawu's attention was the purple sword on the old man's back.

Seeing that, Kong Ming wanted to rush forward to chase him away, but unexpectedly, the Emperor Xiawu blocked him.

Looking at the old man's dressing and the purple sword, Emperor Xiawu seemed to have thought of something and his face changed. He immediately muttered: "Let's go back."

Kong Ming was stunned. "Your Highness …"

Emperor Xiawu's tone was anxious: "Leave immediately." He thought of the line that had been guarding this courtyard for generations, the Heavenly Protector. If his judgement was not wrong, the person in front of him was one of the nine Violet Protectors.

A few minutes later, Qingyang hastily walked out, but he did not see Emperor Xiawu and his group. Instead, he saw a purple-clothed elder.

The old and the young looked at each other, and their eyes glimmered with light.

Soon after, Qingyang walked up to Qin Lie and smiled shyly, "Greetings, senior brother."

The old man was stunned and also smiled: "So it's junior brother. I wonder who inherited that guard's legacy?"

Qingyang sternly replied, "My family's Shibai guards."

The old man was suddenly enlightened. "I see. Greetings, Junior Brother." Although Qingyang was still young, the old man did not rely on his seniority to put on airs. Instead, he treated them with respect.

In the end, Qingyang invited the old man in. However, he did not bring him in with his Fifth Institute, but instead arranged for him to stay in a small courtyard.

More than ten minutes later, Qingyang returned to the Fifth Institute and told Li Yi the news of Emperor Xiawu's departure.

The latter was astonished and a look of bewilderment appeared on her face. "He's gone?"

Even Long Waner found it hard to understand. Under the clear sky, Li Yi had destroyed the house of an official with only Shang Kingdom. Emperor Xiawu did not lower his anger and instead came to the entrance in a low-key manner.

"It's good that he left, it's best that he left, haha!" Li Yi laughed, his eyes narrowing like a slit, his heart secretly relaxed, after that he turned his face, his smile was bright: "Come, continue, where did you talk?"

The Netherworld said, "The story of the battle between the Beamon King's bloodline and the Zhongzhou."

The handsome youth was expressionless, but his eyelids trembled from time to time as if he was enduring something.

Long Waner laughed, "At that time, the Beamon clan was split up and civil war broke out. The Beamon King's bloodline lost, and the last king fled to the Zhongzhou with the rest of the clan members. He was surprised to encounter such a terrifying assassination.

Li Yi opened his mouth slightly, his face was filled with shock. Even a saint had made their move, what kind of scene was that? The bloodline of the Beamon King was this strong?

Long Waner glanced at him, then said: "That battle was very intense, and continued for three months. The bloodline of the Beamon King fought till their blood dried up, and they died one after another. Even a few year old child was unable to survive."

The most ironic thing was that after the Beamon lineage was completely wiped out, the new generation king was actually unable to open the Nine Li Holy Mountain. The last old king, Beamon, who had lived for a very long time, said with his own mouth that the King of Beamon could only be inherited by his lineage, because the blood flowing in their bodies was the purest.

From that era on, the Beamon tribe gradually declined, and they also began to repent. From then on, they embarked on a difficult road to find the Beamon King.

It was a pity that countless generations had passed and the bloodline of the Beamon King had truly disappeared without a trace. However, for the sake of their race's survival and their former glory, the Beamon King had no choice but to embark on this path.

This was an extremely ironic story.

"Enough."

The handsome youth's brows trembled, seeming as if he was about to be enraged.

Long Waner no longer spoke and the Netherworld began to meditate. Only Li Yi looked at the young man with a smile, and blinked his eyes.

The youth stared at him. "What do you want to say?"

Li Yi said, "Since your Ruler's bloodline disappeared along with your Zhongzhou, I believe that you have searched for many generations to find one, I just want to ask, are you very familiar with Zhongzhou?"

The youth was expressionless as he looked at Duan Ling Tian for a long time, but in the end, he still nodded.

Li Yi became more fervent and laughed: "Do you know an ancient family? "The one with the surname Wen."

The youth's expression was solemn as he said in a deep voice, "After Saints, you are very strong."

Li Yi asked again: "How do I become stronger?"

At this time, Long Waner could not help but speak up: "In such a clan, they pay particular attention to bloodline cultivation. After becoming saints, the saint's blood continued to circulate in their bodies, even if the era has passed for millions of years, as long as there are still people of this race alive, this bloodline will continue to exist."

"Such as?"

"For example, if a newborn baby from the family had a high concentration of saint's blood, then his cultivation would soar to the heavens. At the same time, it would be more compatible with the various techniques left behind by his ancestors."

"Another one?"

"I've seen a little boy who was only ten years old, but he has already stepped into the top."

Li Yi sucked in a breath of cold air, and for a moment, he was unable to say anything.

The home of the Saints, how could he still have any hope of finding Wen Yuqing when he was this powerful and terrifying?

But very quickly, he thought of another question. Since Wen Yuqing's background was so terrifying, why did she come to the Red Star Academy?

Moreover, her realm was not at all what Long Waner had described, and was even slower than ordinary people. Did this mean that the power of her bloodline was very thin?

If that was the case, her position in the family would definitely not be good either.

Thinking of this, Li Yi subconsciously clenched his hands, and thought: Wait for me.